Today’s topic: Sex Offenders and what should be done about them.

First of all, I would just like to express my undying, passionate hatred for child molesters and other sex offenders. I hate them with a passion unbridled. I would love nothing more than to see them kept alive on life support machines, and tortured repeatedly until the end of time. I’d do it myself, if I weren’t so afraid of going to jail.

I feel the laws should be changed. I believe that child molesters have what’s coming to them. We should be allowed to do whatever we want with them when they’re let out of prison. We should be able to harass them. We should be able to beat the shit out of them if we see them out in public. They’re the pieces of shit that hurt children. It is, in my opinion, our right to hurt them back. Ostracize them, torture, kill. Whatever people decide to do with them.

Somehow, it’s actually illegal to harass these pieces of shit. Can you believe that these assholes still have rights, even though they’ve done intense physical and psychological harm to children? They’re actually protected by the law! Come on! Surely I’m not the only person on Earth who thinks that there’s something wrong with that picture.

I understand why they have that law in place. Well, I think I do, anyway. Certainly not every child molester registers as they’re supposed to, and if vigilantes decide to take matters into their own hands, they could end up hurting an innocent person. That’s why each and every child molester should have a tattoo on their foreheads, so they’re easily identifiable.

If I had it my way, I’d go to every child molester’s house, round them up, stick them in a basement. I’d knock them all out, of course, then hook them up to life support machines and strap them down so they can’t move. Then I’d torture each and every one of them, for the rest of their lives. And I’ll keep them alive for many, many years. They will beg for death before too long, but I will not give it to them. I will force them to live for a long time, so they can get a taste of what they’ve done to the children they’ve harmed. I will make them regret ever being born. I will cut, and cut, and cut, and cut, and cut, and cut, and I will laugh madly with glee. I want to see the fear in their eyes, I want to make them cry, and beg for mercy. But of course, I don’t ever grant mercy.

We should write Congress, and have the laws changed. It’s not fair that these pieces of shit are protected by the law. Since when do these sick fucks have rights? As far as I’m concerned, they have absolutely NO rights. Fucking pieces of shit. It’s not fair that these pieces of shit can live their lives relatively normally, while the children they’ve harmed end up killing themselves or someone else. Their lives are ruined. The child molesters’ lives are not. How is this fair?

If I were to go on a child molester killing spree, do you think the cops would treat me like shit, or as someone who does a valuable public service? I’m hoping the latter, but expecting the former. That’s why when I find out I have three months left to live, I’m going on a killing spree. You can count on that. I will make these pieces of shit regret the day they were born. They will beg for mercy, they will beg for death.

I will kill each and every last one of them.

This is what I wish.

Okay, here’s yet another short little video I did. It’s basically some guy running with trees and shit in the background. Not exactly an awesome concept, but it is totally awesome because I made it. Before long I will be an expert in 3D animation. I hope.

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I’m still teaching myself 3D animation, and made one that’s a little more complex. The scene you’ll see is only about 4 seconds long, but took two and a half hours to render. Fucking ridiculous. I’d hate to see how long it will take when I actually do a five minute long animation…

In this video, I used two different programs. I used Autodesk 3DS Max 2009 and Vue 7 XStream. I used Vue 7 to render the sky and the ground cover, as well as the 3D lettering. And I animated it all in Autodesk. The reason you see a watermark on the video is because I’m using the personal learning edition of Vue 7. It’s free and fully functional, and I’d say a watermark over your video is a small price to pay for such an awesome program.

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I came up with the idea to do some 3D animated shows, because I want to do something fancy for the website. Well, with the aid of Autodesk 3DS Max 2009, I have created my first little animation. It’s only a few seconds long, and took me about 1 hour to render. So even though it says that these shows will be coming soon, it might be a long while before I actually create a show, seeing as how this video alone took me over an hour to do, and it’s incredibly fucking simple.

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Jesus “Tap Dancing” Christ was born on the planet Xarquon XG IV, in the Andromeda Galaxy, 6000 standard Earth years ago. His father was addicted to “Qanthar,” a substance which acts much like Xanax on Earth, but way, way better. Like 100 times better. It makes heroin seem like a turkey sandwich in comparison. That’s how awesome Qanthar is. But anyway, Jesus “Tap Dancing” Christ’s father would beat him repeatedly. His father was not a nice man.

So Jesus said “Forgnal Shiv Greva Krin,” which translates roughly to “Fuck this shit” in English, and he decided to leave the galaxy. He had no adventures on his way to planet Earth, because most of the Universe is empty and devoid of life.

The Godfather of Modern Tap Dancing

At long last, after 4000 years of traveling, he reached planet Earth. The citizens of Earth at first welcomed Jesus with open arms, because he had the technology to heal the blind, and cure the sick and whatnot, but he started stepping all over the Jews’ beliefs, which ended badly, as the picture below shows:

Actual photo of Jesus' Crucifixion.

Jesus was placed into a tomb, where he lay dead for three days. After the third day, Jesus rose from the tomb, and hung out with everyone on Earth for like 40 days or something. That’s when he had what is thought of by the artistic community as “the most amazing, super-awesome idea ever!” His hypothesis was this: If one were to fashion some sandals, but attach something to the bottom of the sandals that makes a super awesome clicking noise, then one could enhance normal dancing by accompanying oneself acoustically! Everyone was like “Oh my God! Jesus, you’re super smart!”

So Jesus made his noisy sandals, and demonstrated them before an awe-struck crowd. “Ooooh!” cried out one member of the audience. “Ahhhh!” cried another. Everyone was like, super-amazed. “What should we call this newfangled dance thing?” screamed an audience member. Jesus stopped, and a hush fell over the crowd. “Tap Dancing.” Two words. Two words that went down in history, that is.

To this day, Jesus is still not credited as the original inventor of Tap Dancing, but to those of us in the know, he will always remain Jesus “Tap Dancing” Christ.

None of my friends or family or acquaintances know how I truly look at the world. It’s not pretty, I’ll tell you that. My outlook on everything tends to be incredibly bleak. But, then again, I have a plethora of “mental illnesses” that might contribute to my negative outlook. I’ve been diagnosed with PTSD, schizo-affective disorder, and social anxiety disorder, to name a few. I’ve been hospitalized over 20 times since the age of 16 for these illnesses. I don’t feel crazy. I feel quite sane, really, but then again, does the madman think himself insane? I don’t think so. Maybe I am crazy, and am just deluding myself into thinking nothing at all is wrong with me. I tend to blame the unfortunate and tragic events of my childhood for most of my mental illnesses.

What I see when I look at people are creatures that would stop at nothing to bring harm to me or someone I love if given the chance. I see people who care about nothing but their own desires, and will kill and torture to fulfill these desires. When I look at humans, this is what I see usually. But I don’t see every human like this. There are some people that I’m drawn to, and I can sense that they are decent people. Of course, I realize that these words sound as though they are coming from a madman, and perhaps they are.

I’m terrified of police officers, or any person in some position of authoritative power. I just know that they’d ruin my life and send me to jail on a whim, just because they were bored and needed to ruin someone’s life to lighten up their day. And yes, I am perfectly aware that this thought is indicative of typical paranoia brought on by schizophrenia. But I can’t stop having these thoughts.

I realize that I have all these irrational, paranoid, deluded thoughts, but I can do nothing to stop myself from having them. Fortunately for me, I have the cognitive power to analyze these thoughts and understand that they’re not based in rationality. I realize they’re “crazy” thoughts. Most of the time. Sometimes they’re so overwhelming I can’t handle it, and I end up in the hospital.

I hear voices as well. Sometimes I can make out distinct voices, sometimes it sounds like I’m in a crowded auditorium, and everyone is whispering at once. I don’t get voices telling me to do things. If I do hear anything, it’s usually things that make no sense. What really bothers me is when I’m reading a book, and I’ll see the words “kill yourself,” or “you should die,” or “get the gun,” and when I read over it again, those words aren’t there. Sometimes if I’m watching TV, it will seem as though the characters on the show are not only aware of my presence, but unhappy that I’m near them. I don’t watch much TV as a result.

I absolutely loathe public places. People make me incredibly nervous. I can’t stand Wal-Mart, and would rather eat the gun than spend a minute in that place. I can’t stand crowded places. Every human I come into contact with is potential death for me. And yes, I realize how paranoid these thoughts are, and how irrational they seem, but I can’t keep myself from having these thoughts.

Religion has had a lot to do with my neuroses, in my opinion. Every foster family I’ve ever lived with as a child was a fundamentalist Christian family, preaching nothing but hellfire and doom and gloom, and teaching us that we’re horrible beings deserving of this kind of treatment. So a lot of my negativity stems from my religious experiences.

I know that I’m not “normal” by any means, but I don’t know about crazy. I don’t feel crazy. In fact, I think I’m more grounded in reality than most Christians. But then again, I’ve had a lot of practice with analyzing irrational, delusional thoughts.