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Hate speech should be protected under free speech, as someday any dissent could be labeled hate speech. I was raised to let everyone have their say; to let their words bounce as if I'm rubber. Not all beings are of equal potential, but all should have equal consequence and praise for their actions. Embryos are inherently parasitic, and should only be carried out of love. Life is precious, but it's also hard. Death is merciful to the tortured, diseased, preyed upon, and simply unfortunate. Morality should have nothing to do with fear of punishment. That is wicked obedience. The rest of the world is both laughing at us and crying for us. Racial differences are superficial, but cultural differences are very real. We're all a little racist, a little sexually deviant, a little bigoted, a little stupid. Tolerance is a two way street, and demanding tolerance is like covering a footprint by stamping on it. People are animals, and animals are like people. We're all swine next to an oak tree. Consumerism is good because it helps the economy which helps consumerism which is good because it helps the economy. Follow the money, they say. The truly poorest of the world's poor make our "disadvantaged" folk look like pimps. Hiveminded individuals aren't really individuals. Artists and scientists are not things you become with four years of school. College is there to refine what you already are. Tumblr social justice warriors make actual altruists and human rights activists look mentally ill. I'm probably ill. Nobody and nothing is as crazy or stupid as it seems. Not even me, not even you. Thinking about thoughts will snap you from that statue trap. The nature of the self is intuitively counter-intuitive. That is, it'll come to you, but it'll leave you, too.

I don't like the idea of this being some public sympathy magnet. I just don't know who I can tell at this hour. My mom passed away. I feel sad, sick, angry, and honestly useless. She was only 37. It hurts to say goodbye so soon. We didn't have the best relationship. But it was special, because my mom could tell you exactly how I feel. I can't even do that. My sisters cried their little eyes out this morning. I wish it would hit me already. Maybe telling someone will help. I don't know. My mom believed in heaven and angels. She listened to bomb ass hip-hop/punk/music in general. When I was little we would watch Matilda and Edward Scissorhands. She taught me that honesty was the best policy, and that practice makes perfect. She also believed that all things would come to pass. My heart aches so bad. Today I'll believe in heaven for you. I'd say rest in peace, but I know you'll party hard up there. I love you! I'll miss being called your "sunshine." So. Much.