If you would only understand. . . . . that "most evil" comes from "getting psychologically out-manuvered" when some poor schnook or another in a sea of likewise schimels finds themselves intimidated by some spiraling, bonkers, corkscrew feeling of sinking despair brought on "by reputation" or some "impression lent", probably MISTAKNELY. This effect by your scary "other" is achieved by whomever seeming a bit more "slow", "deliberate", "hip", "haunting", or "chilling", or "BAD" because they need only "to say less" to convey MORE POWER or ability to hand-out favors "of status", "popularity", or some sense of "public validation" FOR THE LEAKING TIRE OF YOUR HEART'S INNER WORTH. Which frequently-- ladies & gentleman-- "is just an illusion" because FOR ALL OF THIS TIME "they could get away" with wearin' sunglasses "but not doing their homework". What's worse is when they figure out "HOW TO EXPLOIT THIS NEEDY RELATIONSHIP" and thusly get you other schnooks thinkin' that you gotta "pipe along" with the sunken morass of evil attitudes, rationalizing on your fingers "with compartmentalized thinking" IN WHICH MORE SIZZLE IS BEING SOLD THAN STEAK until eventually you're the one shoved into the hamburger grinder "to pay for society's debts" with all the daffy, crazy, screwball intrigue "that drifts out of your dysfunctional community". Which is why Hitler should have "gone after the worst of you" and perhaps been "a bit more forgiving" toward universal "human foible" that comes out of your fucked-up, neurotic, ghettoized RACIAL-STOCK in particularly-notable quantities, whatever your dodgy, blatting rationalizations AND FOULER SELF-REWARDING "EQUALITY MYTHS" and bullshit constitutional principle worthy of some nodding, stooped-over Rabbai thinking that he holds the fate of this country in the grasp of the hanging "three balls" down at some cheap, fucking pawn-shop as we wink at this like Charles Bronson with a sly, secret hint of a smile.

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In the truest sense, THE NAZIS ARE YOUR FRIEND-- or at least, a harder, more fascistic outlook toward life. I want you in your Jewish community to read up on the Nazis, wave Nazi flags "as an inside joke", listen to Wagner & read Nietszche and greet each other with "SIEG HEIL!!" salutes and dabble in the Wotanistic occult TO OVERCOME YOUR SNIVELING FEARS of some overly-exploited "Nazi mystique" as hawked so much to the public as amongst your dumb fucking quibbling selves like dickless blintz-stuffers whom I LAUGH AT in your whore-monger press, foreign shores, and Federal Reserve banker's seats as you wear "not a crown of thorns" for nebbish suffering, BUT A CROWN OF SHIT that shall be as "wailing, pallid incompetence hung from a tree" as your decadent, mongrelized America is but "in flames" and Wotan leans forward on his throne, laughing down in hell before thy "veil-waving", cardboard-sign ENTERTAINMENT. "Pretty for Peanuts"? That's "a honker". . . . mine was "shot-off".

(The Licorice Kid. . . . .)