The Russians love throwing people out of buildings or poisoning their drink. National pastime. Toss the dissident

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5882862&forum_id=2,5#50001107)

This was the only other piece of note in the jafar reading roundup as I do believe Malone (the I CAN'T GOON protest guy who, regardless of how you feel about gooning, did not deserve to be shamed to suicide by some tacky drive through coffee titty skank) had his death anniversary lately as I saw a few bits here and there mentioning the goontests

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5882862&forum_id=2,5#50001109)

https://youtu.be/0Fk0KCF5lsY?si=C24hwzc3VMLirFFo

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5882862&forum_id=2,5#50001117)

described to me his life while on service in the Congo. He was alone there and had fifty black soldiers under his command. His cordon was quartered on the bank of a large river where the sun affords no warmth, and where there is a constant danger of yellow fever. Across the river lived a tribe of independent negroes who had their own king and their own laws. Day was followed by night, and then it was again day. And in the morning, at midday, and in the evening he saw the same turbid river with its sandy banks, the same bright green creepers, the same blacks who spoke an incomprehensible language. Sometimes, to while away the idle hours, he took his gun and aimed at some curly head in the foliage.

Whenever his black men succeeded in capturing a negro from across the river, they bound the prisoner to a post, and, left there all night. To while away the time, they used him as a target for shooting. And vice versa : whenever one of the officer's men was caught on the opposite bank of the river, he had his legs and his arms cut off, and was placed in the river and left

out. The next morning he had his head cut off.

I wonder whether the white men differ from the black. What is the difference ? A choice must be made : either ' Thou shalt not kill ' — in which case we all are murderers, just as the blacks are ; or ' eye for eye and tooth for tooth ' — ^in which case there is hardly need for justification. Such is my desire, and I do what I -like. Is not there an element of cowardice in the plea for justification and too much concern for other people's opinions ? Why should one fear to be called a murderer and wish to be called a hero ? After all, what do I care for what other people might say ?

Raskolnikov killed an old woman and was

himself choked by her blood. Yet Vania goes

out to kill, and he will be happy and blessed.

Will he, I wonder ? He does it for the sake of

love, he says. But does love exist ? Did Christ

actually rise from the dead on the third day ?

. . . That 's all words and nothing more. . . .

No:

If a louse in your shirt Mocks you : ' you are a flea,' Then go out and kill !

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5882862&forum_id=2,5#50001105)

I don't condone nihilistic extremism

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5882862&forum_id=2,5#50002475)