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If you look to others for fulfillment, you will never be truly fulfilled.
Lao Tzu (via wordsnquotes)
The Job I Couldn’t Leave
In February of 2004, I was employed as a housekeeper for a wealthy real-estate developer. I’d been gone for a few days; my uncle had died and I’d traveled from New York to Florida on short notice to help with the arrangements. I came back one day earlier than I’d planned. My boss was quite irate when I told him I was leaving in the first place, so I thought an early return might help put me back in good graces.
I got to the penthouse around 3am, ready to get a jump on the day’s work. According to the schedule my boss had given me, he’d be home later the following day and expected the place to be spotless. “I don’t care if you’re still in your funeral clothes while you scrub the toilet,” were his final words to me before I left for Florida.
When the private elevator reached the residence, I was surprised to see all the lights were on. Like I said, he wasn’t supposed to be back for almost 30 hours. None of the other staff were scheduled, either.
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Holy shit...
If god is constantly testing your love or your faith, that’s not a religion experience, that’s an abusive relationship.
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What is good? Whatever augments the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself, in man. What is evil? Whatever springs from weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power ‘increases’, that resistance is overcome. Not contentment, but more power; ‘not’ peace at any price, but war; 'not’ virtue, but efficiency (virtue in the Renaissance sense, 'virtu’ - virtue free of moral acid). The weak and the botched shall perish: first principle of 'our’ charity. And one should help them to it. What is more harmful than any vice? Practical sympathy for the botched and the weak, Christianity
Despite having zero desire to ever kill anyone, I spend half of the time watching true crime shows thinking about how I’d do it better. I’m a total backseat murderer.
Life is like an RPG - you can only afford the awesome fun stuff towards the end and then there’s not much use for it anymore.
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My favourite thing in recent months.
holy shit
omg
it’s back
wat
I have yet to witness something as fucked up as this
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ
Jesus Christ ????
i’m done goodbye
This some @sixpenceee shit
Satan is a symbol that represents worshipping yourself because what you do in life is at your will, it’s your decisions that make you who you are. No god or greater being controls how you chose to go about things unless you let written rules run your life
Hail satan!
He chopped off teenager’s arms and got paroled
On Sept. 29, 1978 Lawrence Singleton picked up Mary Vincent as the teenager was hitchhiking from Berkeley to Los Angeles. She’d come from home in Las Vegas and was setting out on her own to see California. Singleton told her he had a daughter and offered to drive her to Interstate 5, the fastest route south. Instead, he kept driving east, toward Modesto. When Vincent realized something was wrong, she would later testify, she became “scared and mad” and found a pointed surveyor’s stick beside the passenger seat. She picked it up and demanded he drive her back to the freeway. “I’m sorry,” Singleton said. “I’m just an honest man who made an honest mistake.” He turned his van around. Stopping to relieve himself in desolate Del Puerto Canyon, he got out of the van - and so did Mary. As she bent over to tie her shoe, Singleton hit her. He tied her hands, tore open her white blouse and pulled her hair, forcing her mouth onto his penis. “You better suck hard, you bitch,” Vincent remembers he said. He raped her there, then threw her back into the van and drove deeper into the canyon. It was almost dark when he pulled over again and repeatedly raped and sodomized her, then made her drink so much alcohol that she passed out. When she woke up, he was cutting the ropes off of her hands and she thought he was letting her go. Then, she looked up and saw an ax coming down as he held out her left arm. “You want to be free?” he said. “You’ll be free.” He chopped off her left arm below the elbow in three strokes of the ax. Vincent was screaming, fighting to pull away, blood was spurting everywhere. He held her down, grabbed her right arm and chopped it off in two strokes. Then he threw the girl off a 30-foot cliff, saying, “OK, now you’re free.”
Despite being nude, in shock and near death she managed to pull herself back up the cliff and alert two passersby. She was holding up her arms “so the muscles and blood wouldn’t fall out,” she said. They wrapped her in towels and drove to an airport to call an ambulance. The first thing Vincent said was, “He raped me.”
While Vincent won a $2 million civil judgment against Singleton, she was unable to collect it when Singleton revealed that he was unemployed and had only $200 in savings. Along with the particularly gruesome aspects of the crime, the case became even more notorious after Singleton was paroled after serving only eight years in prison. He was paroled to Contra Costa County, California, but no town would accept his presence, so he had to live in a trailer on the grounds of San Quentin until his parole ended a year later.
Right before Singleton’s parole ended, Donald Stahl, the Stanislaus County prosecutor at Singleton’s trial, said, “I think, if anything, he’s worse now. He has not taken responsibility. He lives in a bizarre fantasy land and acquits himself each day. He doesn’t accept his guilt and won’t resolve never to do it again.“
In the spring of 1997, a neighbor called police to report Singleton assaulting a woman in his home. When police responded, they found the body of Roxanne Hayes; she had been stabbed multiple times. Hayes was a mother of three.
Mary Vincent traveled from California to Tampa to appear at Singleton’s sentencing. During her testimony, she described Singleton’s attack and the toll the ordeal had taken on her. The judge sentenced Singleton to death. He died in 2001 of cancer in a prison hospital in Florida.
I love this story so much, YOU GO MARY! Seriously, though, one of the things this left out was the fact that as she was climbing out of that ravine, she fucking MIXED HER BLOOD WITH DIRT TO MAKE PACKINGS FOR HER STUMPS. Like, how badass is this chick? Save some for us, damn!
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Columbine anon- I do agree.... their behavior was honestly so petty and... well, gross. Can I ask your thoughts on this? Do you think either or both could have been counseled/rehabilitated and lived any normal type of life? You obviously don't have to answer.
Oh, for sure. I think they would have grown out of it and probably would have been fine even without counseling. I’ve written to a lot of school shooters and none that I can think of are of the same mindset as they were when they committed their crimes. As I often say, their brains weren’t fully developed at their ages. It isn’t an excuse by any means, but it does mean that they were doing things without thinking it out throughly. All of the people I’ve talked to regret their actions and many see it as an out of body type experience because I don’t think they can fully comprehend that they could’ve actually done something like that. None of the ones I’ve talked with show any kind of deviant behavior at present. A few are deeply religious and there’s a couple I know would be fine and never get into any kind of trouble if they were released, but they never will be.