Last night I offended someone poor guy in chat.

Many years ago, I was being escorted past a window that had been blocked so the inmate inside could not see out, but could hear things on the outside. I don't remember how the guy was prompted to yell at me, but he called me a fuckin' nigger.

But I'm not. (He just didn't know that.) His intent was to piss me off. He didn't. He wanted to offend me. He couldn't. I smiled at his attempts. He eventually called that he was going to shank me (kill me by an improvised sharp weapon). Still, I wasn't affected. I felt sorry for him. Not because he was "in the hole" (solitary confinement), but because he was so angry with the world and could not do anything about it except yell.

The internet is a fun electrical thing that allows us humans (humen?) to share with each other in a safe (usually) way. If you called me a fuckin' nigger and intended to insult me or offend me, should I be insulted or offended? What if you called me a fuckin' pedophile and that I should be shanked just for thinking the way I do? Should I be afraid? What if you knew my location and planned to hunt me down? Should I be afraid?

No. I will plan and anticipate and put up the best fight I know to prevent any damage you might succeed in causing me. But fear? The only thing we have to fear is fear, itself. (Franky R, first inaugural address.)

Trump, antis, lessor antis, antiwannabees, and wounded, shitscared, underevolved monkeys, and Trump.

I love that. Awesome!

think about my happy place and what girl urine might taste like,

While I have never outright drank any, I have tasted it straight from the spiggot. Warm and salty. Not very sexual... for me. However, that warm, salty spiggot was enough of an ecstatic slap to my brain that the saltiness did not detract from the the sensations I was getting. Now, that's for the taste. The endorphin rush I got from the various chemicals and pheromones released (a) at the time of release, as well as (b) days later, was enough to have become a burned in, hard coded, solid, diamond-hard trigger in my reptilian level region of my brain. I know, for a fact, that those special chemicals and, particularly, those pheromones affect me ONLY when it comes from females. Even the thought of being exposed again to the chemistry imparted by Her is enough to make my fingers stumble on this keyboard in my attempts at communicating with you. I am super-addicted to fem-pedo-omorashi. I need to stop typing now before I begin to repeat my thoughts of my thoughts of my thoughts.

Regarding this post and every post I write about myself describing my past, be advised that I was tried, convicted, sentenced to a very long time in prison, and I served the complete sentence. Be further advised that I am no longer practicing illegal activities today and that I refrain from doing so by my own choice, not from fear of legal entanglements or society's outrage. I remain crime free because I choose to.