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So I mixed up the labels in my fridge again this time I put the mayonnaise label on the truth serum jar and vice versa, but it was still a good sandwich black forest ham, swiss cheese & sodium pentothal great in a pinch.  But this is about more than condiments and run-on sentences; this is about Truth.  People of Nowhere, I must confess that I am guilty of the most pathetic crime commitable.  Seriously even God is turning in his grave.  Over the years I have become one of the many time-traveling fucktards who resort to nauseatingly desperate measures to block out all the gut-wrenching turmoil unfolding in every direction I look, and like many others I let the eraser get away from me.  In fact I don't have much time before this too is lost in the ether of unconsciousness, so I must quickly document this momentary lapse from autopilot before the system reboots.  I fear that not only is this change for the worst, but it is also irreversible and gaining exponential momentum by the trillisecond.  Thank fuck I don't have to fret about it since my ability to swiftly maneuver around any thoughts that register as "unpleasant" keeps me in perpetual bliss.  The only problem is that this is now affecting which parts of my memory I have direct access to, causing occasional blackouts that can spit me out anywhere at any time, coming to with nothing but a trail of destruction behind me.  Now these negative energies are compartmentalized and often times manifest in other activities such as random acts of terror and constant blabbering of nonsense.  Furthermore, juggling this arsenal of white-washed memories gets confusing when the only way to really manage them is to not look directly at them for the sake of my own sanity, if that's a real thing.  But I don't just do this for shtits and jiggles, it's a requiredment; you shove them as far out of frame as possible until they're nothing but tiny demons in your peripheral smiling and you just don't wave back, don't interact at all.  Point is it's getting out of hand to the point where I seem to no longer be the one in charge of which memories go in the shredder and which ones are to remain archived.  I know it's my fault and an evil trick that anyone can do, and I don't want to be that guy who wakes up one day and goes, "Oh shit why is my freezer is full of people I've seen on backs of milk cartons."  But I also don't want to be that guy on ebay outbidding some other crazy fuck on a DIY lobotomy kit.  But those are clearly the only 2 options we have at this point.

This was very eye-opening for me.  Where can I find more about the psychological effects this has on adults who were raised this way?

Gotcha... I'll keep that in mind.

But here's why I came here.  I'm one of those weirdos who read the Principia Discordia and almost took it seriously... whatever that means... then later I read the Black Iron Prison which practically confirmed all the "suspicions" I got from the Principia.  Shortly after each one, I found myself in the grey area of a million black & white situations, realizing everything is two-sided, and witnessing duality in action.   I watch people kick & scream as they cling to one side with iron fists, the vein in their forehead protruding as they proudly denounce the other.  Their emotions rule out their logic as I sit back, completely neutral, so neutral that it just KILLS them how I won't support their cause, or at least admit I'm against it(which I am not).  I know some folks here dislike me, I know some may just post instructions on how to fit in here... since that's all I've ever wanted, to fit in somewhere... but I'd like to humbly ask for some real advice.  I love all your insight.

When high-dollar non-lethal weapons fail, ninja training shall suffice.

But yes I figured there was already some gun control talk somewhere round here, it being a quite relevant subject right now... no I don't think my thoughts on the matter are "special", in fact they are quite corny.  My role model for gun control is Batman.  He WILL NOT use a gun, yet he is able to defend himself perfectly fine.  YOU can be like Batman too, all you need is a billion dollar utility belt & some ninja training from the League of Shadows... see what'd I tell ya, corny as shit.

Move it wherever you like it, I dont know where shit goes on here.  I also don't read every other goddamn rant  before I put my own, forgive me.

For those who see my name and go, "I hate this guy, but let's see what he has to say..." welcome back!  This one's a bit of a doozy.  We all remember after 9/11 when all the freakazoids were begging to have their anal cavities thoroughly searched at every airport in oder to provide a sense of comfort that only a TSA in rubber gloves could deliver... wait, that's still happening.  And in newer forms, too.  First we used the towers as means to deplete freedom, all those poor worker bees gone... but now we've upgraded to something more powerful, more edgy............. DEAD KIDS!  Fuck doesn't it just make you shutter?  Doesn't it make you want to break all firearms into little tiny pieces?  Damn those guns!  I forgive the shooter but I'll NEVER FORGIVE THE GUNS!!!  Please, take MINE away from me before I kill any kids, since that's obviously what guns do.  DEAD KIDS!  God, it gets me every time.  While we're at it, why not spark up the ole' Casey Anthony trial & get duct tape outlawed... FOR THE CHILDREN!

Ha I've actually never hurd that one before, definitely a keeper.

IT APPEARS that after a decade or so, satire has blossomed from yet another American tragedy which should be taken VERY SERIOUSLY.  If you are the religious type or perhaps just someone who gets a raging hard-on from patriotism, then this genre could definitely pucker your butthole right up.  So just WTF is happening?  Well, just look around!  9/11 jokes being made by American cartoons and comedians everywhere!  Just what the hell are they thinking?  Taking such an event so lightly and poking fun at it?!  Why they're no better than the terrorists themselves!  What happens when we laugh at such a sensitive subject?  Surely we lose part of our soul, and dignity, right?  WRONGO.  Turns out, 9/11 is an event that holds serious discomfort in the back of Americans' minds.  When you are able to laugh about it instead, there is this sort of liberation, a new light-heartedness that elbows its way thru fear and takes its place.  Terrorists hate it.  "We suicide-bomb them & they just LAUGH?  Crazy fuckin' Americans."

Two very neato songs are "Eris" by Starkey and of course "Lotion" by The Greenskeepers(not related to the other, just a fun Silence of the Lambs knock-off).  Listen to them.  Love them.

I see, well I've definitely never been here before, and I def wasn't aware that there was a previous member of that sort... anyway, my apologies.

Oh come on, Rev.  Seth Macfarlene & all those fuckers at the Roasts have made jokes that included that shit.  Surely you've heard the famous 'Aristocrats' joke, much raunchier than mine, and the punchline was also pointless.  However, your first assumption about me was correct.  How bout this, I promise never to mix your name "Reverend" with the kidfuckers just for my own amusement, ever again.  Then maybe we can be friends?  This is me attempting to care!

My good sir I most definitely was not trying to "accuse you of pedofilia" hahaha and if you ACTUALLY thought that then ok I'm sorry(no more Robot Chicken for me).  I realize I am new here & no one quite knows me, and I actually think Reverend Roger is pretty cool when he's not crucifying me lol hopefully you understand, and we can be cool.  I actually like it here.

Wow I really had no idea there would be this sort of reaction... here, of all places.  Please don't all gang up on me like I'm -idk- Casey Anthony or sombody... I honestly thought Reverend Roger would just outsmart my joke with a quick, witty stab right back... but alas, it's now become a bit more nutty than it was...