seek and find bazaar: Mahatma Ghanid Says Put Away the Guns Somewhere Safe and Ready and Love the Women In the Meantime as a Starting Point In Loving Your Neighbor.

Mahatma Ghanid Says Put Away the Guns Somewhere Safe and Ready and Love the Women In the Meantime as a Starting Point In Loving Your Neighbor. There Are More Beautiful Girls Per Square Yard In the U.S.A. Than Anywhere Else.

Getting Enamored Is the Surest Antidote Against Committing Suicide Excepting Romeo and Juliet of Course.

Chant Maha Mantras to the Abba Krishna and Sleep Over It One More Day and See a Big Difference In Your Deadly Mentality

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It is empowering to fire away with machine guns inside an electronic game and mow down mock human targets. Blowing them away sort of cleanses one of frustrations and releases pent up aggression. Sadism and genocidal tendencies tread on the amusing. Especially if you ascribe personalities you hate in real life to the caricatures you bowl over like duckpins with the sweeping firepower at your disposal inside the virtual domain.

Imagined power in your hands can settle as delusions. They take hold in you psyche from the repeated play. You become cocky and let a hair trigger flippancy color your outlook on life. You can take it or leave it anytime. Suicide is doable by whimsy or impulse. It is so easy to click out and shut sown reality like a computer. Except that you are not going to let those you despise with a fury live on and enjoy the spectacle of your bowing out. No sir, not while you can take down the whole world with you in a grand mother of all firefights to cap the innumerable dry runs online.

You have your own secret cabal to lean on in the shadowy corners where you are perpetually hunched over a device with ego propping controls at your hands and fingertips. The full time is playing games and the time out is living offline realities like going to work or school. What binds you together is a festering disdain for anything that connects with the established society above ground. You thrive in underground and subliminal hovels with your fraternity brothers. Much of the time, you embrace the dark side just to spurn the religion of your parents. Such reckless rebellions are goaded by the mind conditioning inherent in the themes and scripts of cryptic and addictive menus and levels. Moral dividing lines are purposely muddled.

There is a yawning difference between what or how you think at the peak of rage and the cooler rationality which snaps at you when the temperature is lowered several degrees. This is the reason why in Texas they don’t let you take home a gun on the same day that you purchased it. This is to guard against the irrationality provoked by anger of the moment. Letting you wait three days allows your mind to take in other angles and alternatives. This way extreme action is abated by the waiting time involved in purchasing a firearm with the intent to use it violently as a knee jerk reaction.

There was a young husband who lost control in the heat of passionate jealousy with the wife and blew her head off with his automatic in an uncontrollable fit of rage. Then it struck him that he really didn’t have solid proof except neurotic and paranoid suspicion brought on by coincidental appearances. The wife was talking to that man at the party which only bolstered his hunch that something was going on between them. Beyond that circumstantial incident, there was no other concrete evidence. What made it so horrendous is that the wife cried and protested her innocence up to the last. She was shot as she tenderly reached out in an effort to calm down the irate but deluded perpetrator.

It is the same with a massacre that leads to suicide. Your decision to fly off the handle today and throw everything into the conflagration may be quite different if arrived at with the circumspection and the perspective delivered by the next day or the day after next. Rushing to a rash judgment could be very regrettable. Being blinded by hatred and despondency could push you over edge and prevent the real you from taking stock of the situation before triggering something violent that cannot be undone after recrimination sets in.

The most painful and the unkindest kind of regret is to realize after coming to your senses that you were overreacting when you slaughtered your beloved baby boy. Then the girl comes running into the room and says,” Daddy what’s wrong with my brother? Why did you punish him?” At that point because you cannot reverse what you have already done you feel impelled to carry on and do the same to your innocent baby daughter.

If you are dead set on carrying out a dastardly plan you fomented in the deepest pit of your desperation then do it only after giving your mind one last chance like a last meal for a condemned prisoner. Play and listen to one playback of the Maha Mantra to the Abba Krishna in Imeem or You Tube. After that you are on your own. Do what you will or must.

I lived in the United States for seven years back when I was in my prime. I only returned home to help my mother who was widowed of my father in 1989. Besides I was not a permanent resident so I really didn’t belong there. I went home to the Philippines which was a developing country and brought my whole family back with the intention to contribute what I learned in the States towards its development. There was nothing I could contribute to America back then by way of my writing. But now there is by the remote reach of the internet ten thousand miles across the ocean. And with it I can beam the loving embrace of the Abba Krishna as a beacon of hope to all agnostics and atheists.

You know what I miss most of all about America? It’s the beautiful women. I have traveled halfway around the world and I’ve never seen so much captivating women packed in one square piece of acreage as in the U.S.A. Those California girls fit into blue jeans like it was part of their birthday suit. The Texan girls are so disarming and so charming. They are so painstakingly nice. The New Yorkers may be so liberated and competitive but those Jewish and Italian women are so fine like aged wine. I meant they are demure and not old hags. And those Nordic beauties from Minneapolis, they look like blond goddesses come down to earth. I visited once to New Orleans and came back a die hard not only crawfish and Jambalaya but Arcadian pulchritude as well.

You are so lucky to live in that paradise. And you want to scoot out by taking your life just because of a financial pothole? What about us over here who have been living in poverty for so long? You mean we should all have committed suicide long ago? No thank you we will take a pass on that sound advice. We can’t go to hell like you suggest because I think we are deep in it as it is.

The problem with American women is that sometimes they think they are superior to men. It was fine when they raised heaven and earth to be equals. But when they got there so easily they patted themselves on the back and thought if it was not worth too much effort to be on an equal footing why don’t we push it further till we are the dominating gender?

If that’s your problem and cannot fall in love with a WWF behaving lovely belle then come to the Philippines where the ladies are a close runner up in comeliness. Try hooking up with a Filipina maiden or maid. They are so servile and fussing. They will attend to your every need and are very loyal. They have this thing about fidelity which they wear as a badge of honor of womanhood. They might marry you for your remaining stash in the beginning but they can help you grow it in the lucrative underground economy of the Philippines. Plus everything is so cheap that your mullah will go a long way till you are aged and stooped. And the good thing is that the gold diggers at the start become your dedicated nurses in the latter part.

In Indian Krishna lore the Abba Krishna came down to earth to enjoy the company of the humans on earth whom He created in his likeness. He surrounded himself with a bevy of 2,000 beauties to cater to His every need. I don’t blame Him because those Indian Aphrodite nymphs can really look mesmerizing. I think by His example loving a woman is good practice towards loving your neighbor. No, not love your neighbor’s wife of course. That’s expressly forbidden by the Ten Commandments to Moses. What I meant was that as an exercise of the outward giving of one’s self through affection we inevitably get weaned from our self centered ways.

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