. . . . . . . We are hypnotized by evil, like a bird in a tree facing a climbing snake.
. . . . . . . This means we love what it means to be bad.
. . . . . . . The complexion of evil wears well on us.
. . . . . . . Why is this?
. . . . . . . Why the fascination with the darker shades of life?
Commercial products go the evil way
. . . . . . . Look at the supermarket and cereal boxes. We put Darth Vader on the cereal boxes and leave out Luke Skywalker. Skywalker, even when he’s swinging across the gap in the metal room, is the hero-dweeb. Once you wear the mantle of hero, you pin the cloak of simp on yourself.
. . . . . . . The simp is serving other people. The man who stands for himself exclusively is the smart one. He’s the survivor. The guy who cares about others is the sucker who’s been brainwashed by society. Even with power, he radiates weakness, most especially weakness of the mind.
. . . . . . . Evil is the winner because it cheats. It’s like the saying. If you’re not cheating, you’re not trying hard enough.
. . . . . . . Evil does whatever it takes to win. Joseph Stalin is still revered by a significant portion of the Russian populace, even when he murdered those “sukas”  in large quantities. Donald Trump mused he could empty a pistol into a busy street and still get the votes from the same portion of the populace. He wasn’t joking. He was silently amazed, still, after all that riotous feedback. Still. And Arnold Schwarzenegger said 95% of people need a master and he didn’t lose any votes.
 Russian word for bitches
. . . . . . . Every time Catxman acts tough and mean, I get more pussy than I did before. When I tell a girl to kneel, she likes it.
. . . . . . . I’m not saying I’m a pussy-slaying machine. Up until now, I’ve been like a girl, holding back.
Catxman to the rescue
. . . . . . . I actually was a hero-simp for a while until I deliberately changed my mind. I saved a guy from being mugged on the street my first time in Vancouver. In Miami on the bus I interfered with a chick being abused by a guy. But that conditioning I burnt off myself. I’ve cleansed myself of society’s automated phone msgs to the subconscious. Cut the cord, baby; proud o’ myself, too! Durn right.
. . . . . . . If I’m going to get white babies for myself (I’m white too) I need to be evil in some significant percentage. If I’m to succeed at my books, I have to have that evil mindset to leave it interesting.
. . . . . . . Let’s talk about books for a while. Every published writer feels compelled to write “a certain way” in order to be a “real writer.” I need to combine a natural evil slickness with that “certain way” so that when I get published I get that fascinating effect. It’s hard to explain what I mean. What I’m trying to say is I have to be typical and atypical at the same time.
. . . . . . . I need to do the same thing with my personality. Straight-up evil is a heavy brew for most people to imbibe. It needs to be laced with some diluted shit.
Learning from evil
What does today’s entry teach us? Evil is a perfume best applied in limited doses. And there are variations of evil, of perfume, that go on depending on the situation. Evil is situational.
When we want PURE EVIL we have to go to a brand-new society for that. In our present world, the previous paragraph describes the way to go.