June 28, 2022

I. I strongly stand by my right as an American citizen to convert to Islam, regardless of not wanting to do so, nor having the intention to do so. The Government may hereby consider this blog post a petition for a redress of grievances.

II. I stand by my right to bear arms, necessary for the security of a free State, regardless of not wanting to live in a world where I would ever have to do so.

III. I stand by my right to never be called upon to quarter soldiers in my home, but I would rather do so than leave them homeless.

IV. I stand by my right to be secure in my person, my home, my papers, and my effects. I got expelled in ninth grade for compromising my school's computer systems, and it did me a lot of good as a human being.

V. I stand by my right to never be held to answer a second time for any crime of which I have been wrongfully accused.

VI. I stand by my right for this heinous bullshit to not drag on any further. There's precedent for stealing a DVD in daily life that isn't online. There's precedent for holding people accountable for disturbing the peace. You have fallen down on your jobs.

VII. I'd stick a twenty in the yellow waistband of your biohazardous underwear right now if it got you to fuck off with your microphones right on up all the way out of my hairy butt. You voyeuristic homosexual fucks.

VIII. I stand by my right for this cruelty towards me to cease immediately.

IX. I stand by your right to link me to your blog back.

X. I stand by State's rights, too. After my own.


June 19, 2022

I feel like I owe you a happy blog post.

June 16, 2022

1 is bad luck. Me alone with only my thoughts. 2 is bad luck. Why do I feel that I need a woman who matches me? 4 is bad luck. Chinese culture is very literal. Death. 6 is bad luck. Small letter b in Russia. The pointlessness of second place trophies. 13 means step carefully.

June 11, 2022

Hi, my name is echoline, and I probably do suffer from the disease of rabies, as many of us do. I was hanging out too much with little forest animals on drugs. I was able to quit through the miracle of this program, and today my thoughts are on my new associations, people who are not imaginary and who have found a new way of life.

First I had to admit my situation and accept where I had gotten, then look carefully at my options. I am making great efforts to keep networking professionally both with potential employers and the homeless population. I dream of one day finding a boss who doesn't try to take advantage of me, not sexually, financially, or even something arguably positive like putting me to work as actual cannon fodder for the forces of good, but while I can hope for the best, it only makes sense to prepare for the worst. Staying off drugs and being very careful in my interactions with any small animals could turn out to be vital to my survival at this point.

If drug treatment seems hokey to you, I know you're not alone. I used to feel that way, too. Now I realize that any mind-altering chemical is a fake shortcut and poor substitute for regular and disciplined prayer and meditation. Would you rather look like a homeless pothead or worse to everyone around you, or a master of the Jedi arts?

Today my life is better, I am truly blessed and grateful to still be alive here among you. Thank you for letting me share this shitpost.

June 10, 2022


Angry and sad, why would anyone want to be around me? No close friends, no close family. Feeling alone, on medication now that takes away my talking volleyball, so I am lonely. The therapy place helped me get a job trimming weeds for a man who is mostly rude to me. On meds no one wants to talk to a schizo anyway, even the volleyball. Boss man wants to interject that it seems like he spends more time lining me out than I work. I'm a disabled computer nerd, not a tough guy. My training is in programming a robot to trim weeds. I can barely hold the thing for two hours at a time, this isn't typing. I need a gym membership and bulking recipes for a year already just to start this job. A few decades of painful life like this ahead of me? Why not end it now?

June 09, 2022

Logic of Wisdom

When one feels alone and crushed by the opposition of the rest of the world, it's easy to dwell on negativity. Anger, fear, hate. What is it in there that serves any purpose? A resentment against the rulers who failed me seems like the tiny part of truth at the bottom. If I want a happy, easy life, the best thing I can do for myself is to let go of even the most justified homicidal rage. Talk of a humble life seems like boss man trying to trick me at first. If I gathered up all the wealth and did manage to claw my way to the top, it's likely I would just end up assassinated.

I may be very unwise, but I'm smarter than you are.

June 06, 2022


It had been a year since Gunther's mother had died, and half a year
since his father gave up and died as well.  Gunther's mother had been
a heavy smoker, and when she had died, Gunther had been too angry at
his father to support him in their mutual grief.  Gunther had been so
angry, then full of regret when his father had died too.  His father,
an ex-marine, had quit smoking years ago, but his mother never did.
Gunther had been so angry.  All his father ever really said to his
mother was that smoking made her gross, but he had always stayed
faithful to her.

Gunther had sunk into sadness, anger, and negativity.  He pretty much
wanted to die, too, but he didn't want it to be pointless.  Seeing the
news that a controversial mass shooter club had been formed in his
city had been like a Godsend through his pulsing red rage.  They would
all be gathered in one place, he could mass murder them all at once,
and probably die himself in the act as a hero.

He quietly went to a few meetups, gathering information and making his
plan.  Over a couple of months he gathered everything he needed, and
finally went in to mow them all down.  It went too perfectly, he
survived it in the room full of corpses.  He looked up at the
whiteboard with a bit of blood spattered on it, and sagged a little
bit, then began crying in unbearable remorse at what was written on
there.  They had been outlining a plan of attack to mass murder big
tobacco executives.

June 04, 2022

Most of us live in an ignorant and delusional fantasy, unable to extrapolate the truth of anything from what we see around us. Asking anyone for answers is mostly pointless, so instead we tell each other incorrect things.