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Hate.

Also.
Almost destroyed a PC I was building, don't even know what I did, but I installed a fan, and the wire caught fire in my hands.
End result, I had burnt wire allover my hands, and smoke allover my face.

 

So.. I bought a domain as a novelty.
MotherfuckingUnicorns.com

 

Quite admiral. If you are against abortion? Fantastic. More power to you. I personally aren't but when you ram your views down other peoples throat without thinking that abortions aren't just because people don't want to look after a baby, fuck you.

 

I'm neither for nor against. It's up to each person.

But I certainly think the fucking church and the government should stay the fuck out of people's right to choose.

 

A bomb has just gone off in Norway, multiple people has been killed. And there are wounded too.

http://www.dagbladet.no/2011/07/22/nyheter/innenriks/eksplosjon/17411344/

(original article)

google translated article

reddit thread

 

Updates show there was a shooting in Utoya, an island off of Norway (I glanced while reading the article) by a guy that looks like a police officer. Apparently shooting at youths in a Labour party conference....

 

WTF ??? the Norwegian policemen has an emblem on their shoulder, that says politi(Norwegian/Danish for police), by the way. So what are you talking about dear Sir ?

 

I think the notion of getting two sphynx cats and name them Gollum and Smeagol is grossly underrated.


Gollum





Smeagol


Just sayin'

 

Herp derp, read the news... it's all over.

 

Yeah, I just saw what you were talking about when it comes to Utøya.
I think it is insane, and it creeps me out. But the Norwegian police will not tell the nationality of the culprit in the shooting. I fucking hope they lock up the fucker, no matter what the motherfucking nationality, the shithead mass murdering shooter is.

 

My sister has a Sphynx cat, and if you ask me. Then they are butt ugly, and expensive as fuck. My sister had to pay almost 2000 US dollars, which is just ludicrous and insane. But yes the cat, my sister has is a lovely Sphynx, but I would only recommend some one who had allergies for cats, to get such an ugly and expensive cat.

 

Question for WDK: Can you ever sympathise with mass shooter(s)? i.e. in the case of Harris and Klebold they were bullied an awful lot (Columbine by Dave Cullen is bullshit.)

 

Cyantist: sympathise is a too strong word to use about the horrible Columbine shooting, and condone I can neither. But strangely enough I can actually understand their outrage. Cause I have been bullied a lot too, but I would NEVER accept, condone or sympathise with the two shooters at all. But the point is this, it just shows what is wrong when people who get bullied , harassed, beat up, can and will do. If there is no outlet at all and no help either. I just wonder, what is next ? maybe a gay person gets a gun, and the shit hits the fan ?

 

Tell me the cat's name is Gollum and/or Smeagol... PLEASE!

LAWL.

I really love cats, but these cats look like chickens

 

Nope, her name is Decibel .
My own lovely, black, bitchy cat is named Togepi, and you can see her in the picture of my review of a PC KID III famiclone on Hawanjas site

http://ultimateconsoledatabase.com/famiclones/pc_kid_3.htm

She has gotten fatter since, but I still love her

 

Guys it looks like the culprits nationality is Norwegian, so why the fuck did the Norwegian police tell what nationality the asshole was ? that one baffles me, cause I would understand if the culprit was of more exotic nationality , then I would understand it. Since that could cause unwanted hate related crimes towards those people of the same nationality.

 

I was bullied to the point of needing psychiatric help after elementary school, and having serious issues with self-hate and an almost embedded idea of being grossly inferior and undesirable compared to "normal" people. I needed about a year of therapy to talk to people again.


In third grade, there was this fucker that would pull down my pants in front of the whole school. His friends would constantly fib me, tell me lies to make me be scared to death. They all got together to tell me my mom had been killed in a traffic accident, and prevented me from asking teachers, all day. The feeling, the torture, all the hours of it, that shit still makes me feel sick. At the time, as a kid, until I was 10 or so, I was unable to understand lies, some metaphorical language, and things like sarcasm and non-literal messages, so they took advantage of it. I was the weird, clumsy, non-sports playing, kid that knew how to make the Commodores in the computer room work, that memorised maths and history and geography, and that nobody could talk to because he was too "absorbed" in rather... weird subjects.

In the fifth grade, even a teacher joined them. "SO you think you are smart, boy? You are mentally retarded. You will fail this school year". She reported all my grades as failing and tortured me with how my parents would be disappointed of ever having me, and that she would tell me to punish me as cruelly as possible.

I didn't know back then, but that was because I was neither rich, nor Christian or Catholic.

I hope that bitch died of Anal Cancer.

In sixth grade, my classmates broke my knee, they accused me of stuff and set me up with adults, and the people in charge let it happen, once again, because I was poor and not Catholic. My mother never believed when I told her all the things that happened to me. My father was too busy keeping the family afloat thanks to the economic crises of 82, 89, and eventually 94.

I was beaten up, had my stuff stolen and broken, and then I'd get suspended. It was always my fault. I always deserved it.
I had daily beatings from all boys and girls alike. I was continuously reminded how inferior and disgusting I was. I was accused of insulting a "christian" student's mother, and she made a huge stink and "talked" to me horribly in front of the whole classroom.

I had continuous fantasies of killing all my classmates and myself. If I'd had access to a gun, Columbine in 98 would have been Guadalajara in 93. At 14, I hung myself from the metal support of the curtains to my room, but I weighed too much and it fell. The fucking memories of my childhood wouldn't fucking stop hurting. From 15 until, like, 22 or so, I distracted myself with studies and videogames, and therapy and drugs, and eventually, I managed to overcome it. But it was a miracle, I think.

I still sometimes feel as if everybody in the world is part of a group and I don't understand them - and I still subconsciously expect everyone to turn against me, gang up on me, or just be preparing something against me. That was, after all, my experience growing up.

When Columbine happened, I found myself, wrong as it sounds, rooting for Klebold and Harris. I knew what they did was horrible, and I wouldn't have done it when it happened, but I also understood what happened, at least deeply enough not to knee-jerk judge them like the fucking media. What they did was wrong as fuck, but I knew why it happened, and how the people around it let it, no, MADE IT happen.

It's one of the reasons I became a teacher. I would certainly FUCKING EVISCERATE any little bullying fuck I caught, at least academically. I believe, as a teacher, I would be able to stop another Columbine.

To this day, I would be unable to teach anything under high school, and I'm pretty much completely unwilling to ever have children, just because of the memories of my own childhood.

 

Heh, the only reason I didn't cry when I wrote all that shit up there is because I'm at the office, waiting for my students to show up for class.

I still feel the lump in my throat.

I'm such a pussy.

 

XerdoPwerko: You are not a pussy, you are a fucking man, and you are my friend.

 

Sorry to hear how fucked up things were and maybe still are for you.

When I was in year 8 I was bullied badly enough by a guy in year 11 that I became a recluse and barely talked to my closest friends couple that with going a bit mental because of it and people still bully me because of that. Allthroughout primary school and up until year 8 I had been an outgoing kid. After that happened I became quiet and hated myself that got worse after my mother passed. I've burned the journals I wrote back then because it was such a dark place that I don't want to read and go back to them . I still haven't properly regained confidence or self esteem and go for depressed times. I can attest to having had the same ''What would happen if I got a gun'' or ''What would happen if I burnt school down'' feelings because that place was and still is an absolute shithole for bullying that I hate.