A Girlfriend of a Very Gay Man

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Catastrophy of a Cunning Attitude

“No, I can't feel I'm bad for them! But still they try to make me seem as though I insult their beings so much. It's not until now that I finally found out they're into seeing me as what they're relatives are! It is they who have relatives in those disgusting old hags who really are so repulsive that only they, who are their relatives, can endure thoughts of liking 'em!

“It is they, not I,” he continued, “who have it in them to fake that it's moral that isn't worthwhile about the appearance and so! It's just that the younger of the relatives oftentimes are pretty and thereby very smart at pretending it's I who am the nuisance that also they will be when they become old hags!”

His sister looked at him. “But then you can actually pretend as if they would never feel that they'd have to be beautiful just in order to even things out, about that their old relatives are so disgusting?”

“I can't believe they are anything but the same as they were! Those disgusting old fellows and hags, who really disgust people all around them - and then they have these mean descendants who pretend intensively that it's everyone else who disgusts people!”

“So you admit that it's not only the females that become disgusting with old age? Okay! But then I shall see to it that one cannot view them as possibly, even, anything but so evil that we shall not be humiliated by them again!”

“I've already tried that! But somehow people seem to view them as innocents, until they are made vulnerable by them, enough so that they aren't capable of tormenting them with how obvious it is! Please, sis, the notion of them as totally evil came as a real shock for me, as does it for everyone else who deals with their young as though they were not evil!”

“But how can we tell them apart?! I mean most old people could now and then look disgusting form me! I presume that you also can feel that way!?”

He sighed. “Yeah! I guess I can! But then again they don't seem as disgusting as all that! I don't know how to put this: They aren't as bad as those old parents or grandparents of the meanies that I have suffered from being acquainted with!”

“Okay! But then almost all the old people could be judged as just the same apart from that some are worse and some less bad, it seems! Because, I can tell that they are going to blackmail the hell out of our relatives if we campaign against their obnoxious defence for their disgusting elders!”

He sighed again. “I know. But they will thrive unless I do something about them!” he proclaimed. “Thereby, I will from now on not see them as my friends and/or would be lovers even if they try to be friendly - or lovely, that is - with me!”

“I doubt it they could ever revenge that from you! Because you are the one to be able to actually present them as being as evil as they really are, I think! We shall from now on, thereby, pretend as if something about that they are evil and we are good!”

“Okay! Then I shall present my assumptions about a stud that was there as my employer earlier this year! I can say that it's he and not the others of them that would be susceptible for the notion of himself as the stud to be harassed by them, instead of that I or others of our people be that!”

“I see! But what's your point - or what will be your strategy, that is - against him!?”

“Oh! We both have a second cousin who seems a lot like that guy! She is perfectly normal to speak to, but very arrogant against those who cannot feel they are superior to her! This will make him seem like the stud to harass, and thereby we will have that it's not us and our people they pester! Presumably at least, they will thereby pester him to the extent that they really kill his soul! And thereby, I shall see to it that I can proclaim them to be as evil as they are!”

She looked thoughtful. “Wow! Then perhaps we could also blame him for the incompetence of finding oneself to be of virtue for anything else but to prejudging those inferior as supposedly wicked and thereby supposedly very punishable!”

“Yes! I think we will manage to do that as well!”

The pestering against the two siblings who had spoken did go away, after they started to blackmail that former employee of the brother. Thereby, they also found themselves to be inaccurately pointed to as evil in the sense that they thought they were the only ones who had the problem of how disgusting and evil some seem to be. Because that had been the reputation they earned by complaining about their own situations about such things.

The blackmail continued for several weeks, before they were run into by someone who pointed at them as the so-called superiors of everyone by the means of trying to insult everybody who couldn't handle their look-alike of that former employee. But they responded by simply blackmailing that fellow as well, because, there too, they found a relative who reminded people of him. This look-alike was obnoxiously happy with complaining about people who were obnoxious about presenting actual problems that they had. He was seemingly supreme in that his obnoxious attitudes kept on winning ground against those who really had something to complain about.

From that point, their two look-alike blamers benefitted them into having a smart position against almost all potential enemies, they noted. Thereby, they felt very proud of having had their relatives seem superb compared to their out-of-family look-alikes, respectively. Thereby, the two siblings were superb on the markets of selling their goods, and they became notorious for having all they sold seem better than their competitors merchandise. This they did by having the competitors seem inferior at handling people who were troubled, by slyly making their two look-alike blamers present them as and/or provoke them into being evil about the kinds of problems those two were blaming their look alikes for their attitudes about.

But, this became a bubble that would burst. It happened when, several years later, one of their look-alike blamers was killed by a few people she had provoked. Since she was killed while pretending to be that former employee of her relative, this stopped him and her other relatives from going to the police, because they were quite afraid of being discovered. Thereby they avenged the murder by murdering three people whom they found to be involved with killing their look-alike blamer.

However, eventually, the vengeance was avenged from the other direction, which they in turn avenged back, too. There was thus a gangster war on, of sorts. Eventually, the two siblings and very many of their relatives had died from it. Then, finally, the police discovered it all, but the story was silenced in the press, as are very many others that are too embarrassing or those involved. Because, we have in our justice system a possibility for those accused as well as for the defendants to keep their trials and so on secret.

The murders and so that never are reported about are many. Even the thus darkened murders that have something to do with such look-alike blamers are not very few. It is only that they almost always are very embarrassing for the ones involved!

The Hatred

“There's a cruelty to be had!” the old man had said.

“I believe he meant,” Sonya said to her friend Angela, “that we should be cruel to those unfit for understanding that God is there for the resurrection of those who car to understand that he is there. In other words, we do not have to care at all about the atheists, and to the extent they tell us we're uncaring, we shall see to it that no one understands them as having a correct point of view!”

“I already did see it all that way” Angela answered. “Thereby, I'll go on trying to be a cruel and cunning person in that sense. And so should you! And to the extent they complain about it, we'll just not let them in on how to view God as the superb being he is, and thereby have them seem much more unjust than us.”

“I agree! Thereby we shall from now on always take it there are no cruelties in the Christian faith, and that it's always the atheists and so who cause all the trouble in the world!”

“Good! Then we can both go about trying to make them also seem ridiculous when they ridicule our state of mind of worshipping Christ!”

In that, the two sisters smiled at each other and took it there would form this be a smart aspiration to be having against those who thought they were the better ones just because they saw the world with logical eyes. Sonya added that she would go to the grocery store to see if there were any food there to use for the sake of seeming immature for the cruelty of being important enough to eat meat. Angela smiled at that and said she would follow.

When there, they met a store clerk who said they were welcome to look around but that he would have to be paid if they wanted any of the stuff he sold. The two girls looked around and found various vegetables that would suit their needs for being uncruel in the mentioned sense. After a while the two of them came back to the store clerk, each with a bundle of groceries.

The clerk weighed them and told them what they had to pay, respectively, for it. The two of them paid and then said goodbye. but before they left, one of them said: “I assure you we are not atheists like the rest of them, those customers that come here and have you seem so little by their comparison!” The store clerk looked at her in surprise and answered: “I am an atheist myself, so I don't feel very small about it!” the the two girls both looked at him and said simultaneously: “Thereby you shall burn in hell, for there is no peace for the atheists from now on!”

He looked at them in astonishment, then he said: “Why in the world do you think I believe that nonsense! I just told you I was an atheist, and atheists don't believe in such superstition! You both know, girls, that I am not an evil man, and that you are just being prejudice for the sake of pleasing your parents! I feel that you should both go to them and say that I am not affected by their curses nor those of these tow children of them that I hereby have about me!”

Sonya answered: “I don't look forward to that Christ shall not be ruling over the world, so that you and all the other atheists can be punished!”

“I do not mind that your opinion is as low as anybody's. But I do mind that you feel that I am trying to fend of the thought of that Jesus figure trying to take over the world. Actually, I don't care at all, apart from to the extent you expect me to be superficial enough to be even thinking about your nonsense!”

Angela then said: “You will see later that Christ will come down from heaven and then you shall all be punished!”

“I can't believe that! I don't know how they can teach you to believe such weird stories of how he shall be the ruler of this world from now on - and as though he hadn't already been put in that position by you!”

“I will not forgive you for calling that a nonsense statement! I will not forgive that you called my parents bad-ass parents who don't care for their children, just because they teach us Christ and not all the awful stuff that you learn in schools!”

The clerk looked gravely at her. “How come,” he asked, “ is there no reason in that head of yours!? You seem to be uninterested in caring about justice in the first place! And then you speak about us as if we were the ones to doom as though we were unjust!”

The girl looked at him with some contempt. “I will tell my parents that you are an atheist and that you will be evil enough to stop our world from being saved by the good Jesus Christ!”

“I will thereby acknowledge that you are so superstitious that your nonsense will be defended by their means of defending any nonsense they believe in!”

The other girl told him to shut up, because now they were going to have him to hell, and that without feeling a bit guilty about it.

Thereby the two girls went to their parents and asked them to shoot him. The next day they did. The girls rejoiced although they knew he had not been evil at all. He was only a man to be counted as Jesus' enemy. Now the two girls could feel self-confidence rise in that they had power over the atheists, in that he was surely going to hell!

But four weeks later, their parents were both dead. The store clerk had naturally warned his relatives about the girls' family. And they had naturally revenged the murder.

But, the two girls thought that was enough to put them in hell all of them. Meanwhile, their as they themselves, sooner or later, would naturally go to heaven, they thought.

They were put in a home for misfit children of parents who were part of the mafia, but who couldn't resist tempting their parents to be evil enough to obviously be a menace not to be thought of as anything but completely evil, no matter what they said.

This they thought of as a vengeance that would be only on the surface. But eventually the two of them grew older and began to understand that there was no cruelty in saying to oneself that one's soul is superb compared to atheists' souls. The tow girls thereby committed the crime of treachery against their parents, and now hated them for having taught them about Jesus and about how cruelty could change the world into His benefit and prosperity.

It Was an Encounter of Unfortunate Infidelity

Stella and Hans were having their second child. As it was born, even, Hans looked at her, his new-born, and established for himself that he felt that this second child of Stella was not his child. Very troubled by this, he soon after told both his wife and the hospital staff who had taken care of the delivery what he felt. A doctor who was there then looked at him and said: “I assure you, we can take a paternity test, if that's what you want!”

“Yes, I really very much think that would be adequate!” Hans answered.

After a few days, the paternity test showed that Stella's second child indeed had another father than Hans. Stella, who was very chocked by this tried to convince everyone that she hadn't slept with anyone else. “I assure you, Carl, that there must have been a look-alike of yours in our bed, then!”

To himself Hans thought about the weird attitudes there could have been about him, had he not been sensitive enough to tell immediately what he suspected. “I suspect there's no better way to find out than to look for that guy and then have it he should pay alimony for it, apart from that I would like to sue him for dealing in our business of some sort!”

Stella looked troubled. “Yes, of course,” she said after a while.

“I propose you see to it that no one ever set's his foot in the bed room, again, whom we don't both know for certain who he is!”

Stella looked thoughtful. “I suppose that they might come to us and pretend to be you, and then I would believe you and I do know that for a certainty!”

“I will rig up some hidden cameras then! I can even have them send signals to me at work, probably. But I'll have to check that with the boss, and then perhaps I can see to it that we get our alimony!”

“I don't suppose you feel that I need some privacy from whomever that is that will be at your work place spying on me?!”

“I suppose you don't really want us to get to know who that bastard is then, do you, Stella?!”

She sighed. “I believe I can find out who it is in some other way, dear! But, of course, I'm not completely sure unless the cameras do say something about the intrusions that could possibly be there!”

“It is the camera that shall say who that man is, apart form that he looks like me! So when will I have the knowledge of what you do when you're not at home?”

“Don't worry! I'll be at home almost always! I'll just go shopping a few times a week and perhaps once in a while go to mall where we found our furniture! I suppose that errand is of interest for you as well as me, dear?”

“Yes, I guess! But why don't you suppose that I'll be suspicious when you want to be away for that long without telling me in advance?”

“I suppose you don't know why I go there and find our furniture to be bought at spectacular prices?!”

“I don't know why there should be so little that says you could be with someone there and screw him while waiting for the delivery of the goods that you've ordered!”

“I will thereby see to it that you don't have to worry about that! I'll see to it that no one comes near me at that place!”

“I suspect that will not be an issue to discuss then, right, honey!?”

“That's correct, dear!”

“I will then see to it that there are people I'm related to there on the occasions that you go there! And if you go there without telling me first, then I will assume you're guilty of infidelity!”

“I suppose you will go there sometimes and find out with the staff where I've been when I was there?!”

“Yes, I might do that!”

“In order to find out, you could also find a person there to be your informer about me?!”

“I just might try that!”

“Then why don't you feel that we all should be into this stuff about weird accusations about the mall staff and stuff?!”

“I don't like the way that they feel about it if we have to go about it that way! It is as though you want me to tease them and as though they wouldn't react by taking the part of whomever is the one to challenge our marriage!”

“I can assure you that even I can speak to them so that they know that we need reassurance about what our enemies could be in that sense!”

“I cannot believe they wouldn't try to challenge that! Therefore I will go there myself and talk to some of their staff members, not to mention the director and so! ...”

A few weeks later Stella did go to the furniture mall and there he met some guy who told her that her husband had been there and said that there should be a lookout “against possible tormentors of the marriage he and you have!”

Stella said: “I assure you that all my stakes or ventures will be for the best of my family!”

The man looked at her and said: “I feel that you and August have something to be talking about, then!”

“I feel I have to do that!” Stella agreed.

“I was not until yesterday that he went here for us to know about it! How come your husband knows so much about the whereabouts you might have!?”

“I have to talk to august himself, please!”

“Okay, then!” he said and left.

Stella looked around. August was among the staff members who took care of deliverance of carpets. She went there during the time it took for the deliverance of a ornament for the kitchen, and looked for him.

She found him while he was talking to a few customers. He quickly glanced at her while talking to them, but did not interrupt himself until five minutes later. Then he just said: “Can I help you, madam?”

“I feel you and I have to talk! It's serious August! It seems I had a child with you after that time we screwed last June! Now my husband suspects that I've been screwing someone who is very dangerous for our marriage!”

“I suppose you then want me to tell him that I am not that kind of a danger for the tow of you!?”

“Yes, I wold want you to tell him something like that!”

“How come we didn't have a talk about that you were married in the first place!?”

“I didn't want to tell you, because then you would control my will to say to myself that I was in a happy marriage!”

“How come then do you feel now that I can tell your husband that I am not a threat to that?!”

“I feel that you have a responsibility to say that to him anyway! I also feel that you should not be pretending it was I who seduced you and not the other way around!”

He looked at her and said: “I feel that you don't feel that I don't know why you would lie to me in that case!”

“I feel that you are not responsible for me lying, but you are however responsible for me having to feel that you should have a sexual encounter with me!”

“I can't feel that I have had any sexual encounter where I was informed about the details of that girl whom I thought at first was a virgin!”

She looked at him and said: “I cannot feel so totally responsible for my actions as long as you can say that I feel superior for the sake of trying to keep out-of-place stuff away from real-life encounters!”

“Then I will say to your husband that I have had no chance to get to know that you were married!”

“Can't you say to him that you didn't feel he was a threat to the good type of relationship that you and I had!?”

“No, I can't feel like telling him that!”

“I can't believe that you don't feel that you and I had an encounter that wasn't good enough for us to uphold it as the type of responsible relationship that is not to be viewed as infidelity!”

“I can assure you that there's not any intent of being infidel on my part!”

“Then there is not any clue for him about why we had a relationship to begin with!”

“I can assure you that I have no idea of why there should be an intimate relationship on the side of a marriage that seems functional without it!”

“There isn't any marriage that can work that well! I feel you don't want to admit that a marriage is not an institution of intending to feel for each other that it was only the other partner who was worth it to stake one's ventures with!”

“I thereby tell you that there is no clue for me of how I should know that this view point of yours should be seen as the absolute fact you've been telling me that it is!”

“Oh! I don't feel that he needed to be informed, after all! It's he, not I, who hinders such good relationships form happening! It's he and not I who wanted this marriage to break up, because he, not I was into soar attitudes about me wanting to find out what it was like with real romance for a while!”

“I can't believe you really feel infidelity is so honest, and still feel that you don't have anything to loose by telling people that your husband is unseemingly confident that marriage should be the only alibi for being correct about an attitude that is not to be seen as real, as you put it!”

“I feel that you have a slack attitude, in that case! I also feel that you don't have the guts to tell him just because it's you and not me who wanted to open up for the relationship to happen! Moreover, I feel you don't have the right to intrude on me and my marriage as long as you don't admit that I have a right to go looking for romances that are adventurous and charming!”

“Then how come you feel that we had an encounter that was so beautiful that I should tell your husband that it was better than that it could threaten a marriage?! Because neither you nor I had anything to say about that marriage! In the first place, I didn't know about it! Secondly, you seem not to be into relating to it as the bigger deal than some one-the-side romances!”

“I will thereby conclude that you are not the man I hoped you were! You will not any longer have my sympathy for that you seem intelligent and good for a man to be romancing with!”

“I simply can't do anything about that.”

“Then I'll tell him that you and I had an encounter that you were responsible of and that you should have avoided putting me into!”

“I will then inform my boss about that! She will not, presumably, be into letting me seem to be that kind of a fellow!”

“I will thereby try to pretend that you are not uncanny enough to even be into any relationship in the first place, but I will not pretend as if something about it for my husband!”

“I don not at all prefer to be called the uncanny guy that you should have a screw with! In fact, I regret that screw, and even if we did have it, there shall be no others of it!”

“I shall thereby tell people that there are not any businesses that ruin romantic inspirations as much as yours!”

“Then I shall establish that there are not any more reasons to say that I am reasoning with you without there being taunting on your behalf that is not my business to like!”

“I will thereby stop talking to you, and you shall know that although I have said all those things, I will still be seen as a girl who did not know what she was getting into when we had a relationship!”

With that she left him and went to pick up her two kitchen ornaments and then also left the mall without knowing that August had already said to his boss that Stella had pretended to be unmarried and that she now intended to blackmail him into seeming like he knew that she was married.

Trying to Be of Fake that Is "Worth It for Eternity"

”Try to think about it!” Leon said to his brother “Why would our enemies be into, unworthily of emotions that seem legit for people in general, trying to fake that they were intuitive of exactly this type of status for being sexual about whom they choose for it?”

“I suppose you mean that they would not interfere with us if we weren't into seeing them as potential rivals about the sex partners?”

“Yeah, I mean that!” he said, looking at his brother with an air of sophistication and clarity on important issues.”

“Should we, that is, try to have it they aren't worthy of any sex partners and thereby humiliate them? Is that what you think could be a working strategy against them!?”

“Yes! I think that could be it!”

“I suppose they will then have cause to feel inferior and also not be able to avenge that, right, Leon?”

“I find that to be a probable enough thing!”

“It isn't!”

“Sam, it really is that! We shouldn't think we have to expect them all to be able to rescue themselves ones we have some of them in that trap! If they propose upon that, that they should be good for relationships, then we can harass them about not seeming good enough even for a partner for one-night stands or so.”

“I suppose you all the time will have a clarity on when they will be able to come back from seeming inadequate for relationships? How come then do you find yourself to be the one to care about as though they weren't supposedly smarter at gaining the confidence of potential partners for sex?”

“It's because I don't find myself to be the partner to have to beg for a woman to be saying to me that I'd be a worthwhile date. And it's also because they don't have it in them not to view themselves as the more adequate than most for dating than I am. Moreover, those women that they stand for that I couldn't have - I've screwed several of them! That means, as matter of fact, that I am the superb at catching girls, and they are my inferiors - and this will be everlasting!”

Sam looked at him. “No, I don't think you're right in that they do not have any partners you don't know about! For instance, wasn't that girl at the party with Carl seemingly good enough for a catch he could have made you jealous about?!”

Leon looked back at Sam and answered: “I suppose you don't find that to be an imbecile virtue to be having, that of having the party seem to be a responsibility for himself to be into seeming to have the right kind of a girlfriend at!?! Still I suppose you don't find it any harder to ridicule him than I do, once you find out how easy it is to catch those girls, just as long as they don't seem to be sluttier than the rest of 'em for it!”

“I don't find them any sluttier than most girls I run into, those whom that Carl, or his brother Peter choose to bring about as their won for that sake!”

“Then how come, dear brother, do we not try to find out how they really feel about those fellows?!”

“It's because we can never seem to be innocent of realizing what they, the women that is, are about when they manage to get laid without us knowing it!”

“I suppose you don't find that to be a trick that they could use against us for the sake of finding us to be the ones who stay ignorant of their mishaps as long as they're flattering them well enough to stay with their asses for the time it takes to become a real man seeming trustworthiness for 'em!”

“I suppose then that you don't realize that they aren't as imbecile as all that! I mean that they aren't unable to find out what we're about with 'em, once we start poking into their business!”

“Okay, then I shall start looking into what they might be able to find out about that!”

“You do that! And meanwhile I'll try to find out what they're all about once they are into being some woman's man for a time, and thereby what they could get into concerning us, of blackmail or so against us!”

“Into this type of seemingly smart attitude I would have you for the first time now!”

“Oh! I guess that's just because you hadn't actually figured out my way of seeing them until now!”

“I suppose that means that the two of us will be into relationships with many women who are unaware of one another, and who thus find themselves to each one be very honored by the attention you or I can give her!”

“I can say we should not be lonely again, ever, that is neither one of us! I propose thereby that you and I go and find out right now what se should have of benefits for actually doing that!”

Thereby the two brothers tried to find out about what they had proposed for each other that they would. Leon did find something about how the women seem to be blackmailed by the men that they are supposedly fond of. Meanwhile Sam had found something about how they, the women, treat each other while having an affair with someone the other woman fancies. This he used for drawing the conclusion that they would for a man similar to himself or his brother that she would fancy him for being free to get laid with without that bringing her to shame about what to make of her friends when they get laid that way. Without feeling that this was too far fetched or so, the two brothers saw to it that they could feel that there would be triumph enough for the empathy between them and the women to make certain that nothing would ever stop them from seeming to be real about having the females seem smart at catching men, but not smart at seeming to catch them. In this they did manage to catch many girls and thus reach a fairly high-ranking status about them. This in turn showed them how to manipulate the women to be smart at manipulating other men, so that in the end the two brothers managed to become local chiefs of the neighbourhood. Thereby, none of the women they managed to catch that way would, if she found out, be able to complain much about them! Thereby, in turn, the two of them were powerful enough to break their enemies sophisticated defences against their own clarity, as they saw it, on what is of worth about being a man of good reputation in their town. Thus, finally, they managed to revert the women form doubting them into seeing them as the absolute powers that should be eternally respected.

The Dilemma of the Blackmailers and the Tyrants

”For every time we hear a story about our competence, we also hear that nonsense about our competences being fake!” The old man saying this was seemingly furious at the facade of teaming up with each other for the sake of blackmailing him. But, on the other side, we figured, there was no truth in that he, nor his family, were at all as competent as they made themselves seem. Moreover, they had been trying to portray us too as nonsense, of the kind that one shouldn't be handling as anything but pathetic in their comparison.

But we were afraid too of the syndicate they spoke of. They, even more, we thought, than the old fellow who spoke to us, were dangerous and blackmailing in the sense that they made us all seem awkward and silly by their comparison. However, I have no idea about how we should be into seeming smart enough to compete with them, without them thereby being able to see to it that they were admired as our idols or something.

“You speak as though you were able to resurrect us all from their blackmail. But how about that blackmail that you've been spreading about our family?” my wife asked him.

The old man sighed, and did his best to look honest enough to deserve our sympathy. “Our so-called blackmail against you four has never been anything but showing them what reality is about when one doesn't see how smart other people are!” He looked certain that he and his family would pertain to those other people, the smart people.

The certainty in his eyes seemed to resurrect his self-confidence, and so also his family's. “I assure you all,” he continued, “we all have the competence and clarity on problems that we need to be able to cope with them when they come here! But you people will not manage them without us nearby to defend you!”

“Then how come,” my wife asked, “don't you feel like pretending as if something about that they have been gladly following you so much more than us? How come,” she continued, “tend to pretend as if we were blackmailed at all if it hadn't been for you guys?!”

He looked startled. “I assure you, you wouldn't feel better if it had been we who weren't there on that festival when they began chasing us for the sake of blackmailing our competences, which we were presenting there! That is, we will not be the ones to be as weak as you guys would, if they came after you! But, then again, of course, you are not smart nor competent enough for them to have anything to be chasing after in the first place, and thereby you feel lucky, you feel free, as though you were free from oppression, when you're actually in need of me and all the others here that are of my business!” by which he meant mostly him and his relatives.

We looked at each other silently for a short while. About four or five seconds later our eldest child, Oscar, whispered to us: “Let's just leave them just the same! I mean it still isn't us, but them they're after! WE don't need to feel incompetent in order to realize that we all are absolute survivors, apart from their incompetence not to wake the attention of the people they're into seeing us as the enemies of!”

My wife and I smiled at this. After a while, my wife whispered back: “I can see that they will not have anything going for them if those people come around here! Then, in fact, the four of us can actually be free from the terror of their rule over us, those fakers who really seem to be into that their enemies are always ours, and moreover that their friends are also our enemies, of sorts.”

“Yeah I know,” Oscar whispered, “and they seem like what we need although they completely have created almost every problem we have ever had!”

“Yeah exactly!” I muttered, almost to audibly for them not to hear it. So I lowered my voice to the same whispering level they had, and continued: “I face the danger now of having to pretend that there's not any confidence in me to stand for clarification on the issues that we are supposedly facing. It is as if we were cowardly on our own record, and as if their cowardice and also boastfulness was completely unimportant.

With that we carefully left the scene where our neighbours were still bragging and inspiring confidence in themselves from other neighbours who were seemingly more naive than us. I assured myself that they were busy speaking with some of them, while we left and saw to it that no trace could be found of where we were going.

A few hours later, we left our home town with the boat that we had bought five weeks ago from a gypsy who we had not rally trusted, but who showed us that the raft was rather impeccably seaworthy. This raft was not too easily recognized, and we had bought it in preparation for this get-away. Thereby, we had from the gypsy vehicle a possibility of escape that it was rather safe to assume there would be no easy-to-follow trace from.

After at sea, we harboured in a nearby town, where we also laboured as caretakers of the outward impressions of a few business firms there. Doing that, we earned our food and shelter for four weeks, upon which we continued in our raft to another town, where we did the same.

After seven more similar sea travels, we finally reached a place where there seemed to be shelter from the rich and wealthy people that after all were likely to be harassing us as well as our bullying neighbours. Thereby we had finally a possible shelter for good, or so it seemed. But it was not totally worth it to trust that notion of security! Because a few weeks later they did arrive there, those people, including Hito, the notorious gangster who ridiculed so many by seeming very innocent while preparing for torment and torture for so very many innocent-or-not people they ran into.

We heard about their arrival by rumours from the locals, among which we had earned a fairly good reputation as trustworthy and a bit more helpful than that they would want to chase us away and keep our problems to ourselves. The people of our present village could easily have been threatened by Hito and his gang anyway, and were thereby not at all blaming us. Fleeing people both asked for our assistance and told us to come with them, because now they had arrived!

We joined the fleeing rally in that we too felt sure that fleeing was the best defence against Hito and his evil people. After a few days, we reached a place where the locals said we could rest and hide, perhaps forever. It was there, though, that after a few additional days, the gang found us. When they did, we were not surprised that the old man and his family were trying to survive as the advisors of these people whom they had spoken so much against.

So, with their advice potentially working against us, we saw the need to convince Hito and his gang to be smart at realizing that they were lying more than we would be against them. Secondly, we also needed to convince the Hito people that we were not very far away from being dangerously defensive against them. Thirdly we needed to resurrect ourselves from the blackmail from our former neighbours that made us seem worthwhile fighting just the same.

I had not until then realized the potentials of neither Hito nor Pasa, who was his assistant, of blaming blackmailers for whatever happened that was not seemingly worth it. Anyone could see that the people who were our former neighbours could not resurrect themselves at our expense, although they tried several of their tricks. On the other hand, we all saw, also, that the Hito people were sufficiently loth against accepting anyone but themselves as supreme or even okay and acceptable people.

But, from here on, we would not fight these people anymore, nor even feel they were to be feared very much, really, because they gave us a free escape from their claws.

But a few generations later, Hito's soul was there in an empire which was much worse than in the reincarnation when I met him and his gang. ...

The Aspiration of the Satanists from Slyentown

”I feel they don't have anything in common with those who have luck usually! Thereby they shall be my inferiors for the rest of time and eternity! The devil will help me and they might forever feel that I'm in the wrong, but I am of the smart class of souls that will for always torture the weak souls that are totally inferior and in the end will be the ones going to hell no matter what Jesus says or Mohammed preaches!”

The Satanist priest put down his glass of wine and continued: “We shall never again be conquered by the Christians, the Moslems nor anyone else who tries to defy our competence to be of the supreme worth forever! We will forever have the smartness for that so-called moral that is of a satanic competence and we shall forever have them abide by our rules by winning by blackmail what they think they can win by moral!”

“Patrick,” the preachers friend Toby replied, “I feel they never establish that type of moral in any way that is superior. So why start now about that stuff they're already trying to fake that they can handle the way we've been doing it up until now?!”

“That's because we would always be harassed by their believers in faith and so on if we don't embarrass them about the soul competence finally belonging to us!”

“Then how come we shall all pretend we don't have any cunning of our own competence and let that sanction us for the rest of the time it takes to beat them all!?”

The Satanist priest looked around. Everyone seemed to agree with Toby. “Thereby I shall see through whatever I can about the scum that has been fooling me about that stuff! I will hereafter see to it that they will be fortified as scum for hereafter and forever!”

“Okay, then!” Toby said. “But why will we be the winners if we cannot have seen through them already?”

“It's because they and I shall have a final battle! And that will be soon, I presume now by my thoughts of how I have been fooled into thinking you're all as incompetent as all that!”

Caroline, another member of the Satanist church spoke up: “How come then do we all feel that incompetent to begin with, and not see through them for the notion of reassuring ourselves about them as simple-minded and weird by their not so brilliant attitude about care for our spirits?”

“That's because they don't at all match our criteria of being superior in our assets of saying our souls are our spirits and they will last forever!”

“Then how come,” Toby asked, “do I find it to be unattractive to think about our 'friends' out there as anything but superior?”

“I propose that you try to find that out for yourself, my dear Toby! And meanwhile I shall foresee that they can torment themselves about their incompetence to betray one another as for the sake of moral, so that they others become disillusioned to the extent that they give up on Jesus - or whatever (whomever) they are about for their interest in pretending to be supreme while all they see is moral as the worth of pertaining to the upper class of souls who will last forever!”

With that Patrick drew a deep breath and then closed the Satanist meeting for this time.

The next day, he and the smartest of his subjects went to the close-by church and asked to see the priest. This they saw to it that they got to do by having it that it was entirely unfair if they didn't get to speak to him. The preachers pupil who they spoke first to said that he would bring him to them, and so he did.

When he came there, the priest said “The four of you are not welcome here, but I will answer you very briefly if there's anything you can have that says I'm a lousy Christian otherwise!”

“I shall not be of your service for very long then!” Patrick said obnoxiously. “I will not prolong you any longer than it takes for me to ask a few questions about your religion and what we have in us to say that they are the better ones than us!” He indicated some of the church-goers around them.

“Okay! What are your questions?”

“I presume they cannot be said without you going to search for the others that are into this convent as a good place to bring up offspring of the rich and powerful or so!”

“You said that you were not going to take my time more than for the few questions you had for me!”

“Then I shall not be of obedience, because I can say that you are a lousy preacher just the same! And forever hereafter I shall be the superior they must look up to, because they have already, almost all of them, encountered my power over their actual smartness for moral and worthwhile behaviour!”

“I will not condemn them to ever see you as their superior! Now the four of you must leave my church, before I call the police!”

“I would not try that!” Patrick answered. “Because the police are already willing to see me as their friend and benefit for the smartness of details about those who looter around their areas of care for the public!”

The priest looked bitterly at him. But he grabbed his phone and began calling. But even before he managed to strike the second digit, Toby had stolen it from him. With that the four Satanists smiled and Benny (who was the second best friend of Patrick) said: “Now you're not so proud after all, are you!?”

The priest looked astonished. “My God! They're here!” he said, but something in the air held his astonishment back from causing him to call out enough to wake the attention of the others there, except for the pupil of his, who had stayed there and listened to the conversation. But he said nothing to wake the attention of other people in the church. Instead he asked the priest: “We shall not see them, should we, as too small a story to be had for them all to notice!?”

The preacher stumbled: “Ye-es, I kn-now! I h-have the f-feeling they aren't the people to be dealing with as small stuff!”

“I cannot see why you don't call out to them!?”

“I-it's be-cause the c-cat's got my t-tongue!”

The pupil looked perplexed. “Then I shall call them he said.” But when he tried to, he, also found he was not able to.

“It is not worthy of the two of us just to stand here and to do nothing!” he said at last.

“I know! Should we, or that will be one of us, go there, instead, and catch their attention about what is happening, and who they are?”

“Yes!”

“I will say to you to please go there and tell them then!”

“Okay, I'm going!” he said, but the forth and last member of the small Satanist delegation stood herself in his way. The others joined in and stood two on one and one on the other side of him.

The pupil stopped and stayed still for a while, slowly beginning to shiver. Then the priest called out: “Help! Please help us with those evil visitors!”

Now people saw what was going on there. But none of them came to their rescue. They were all to used to that there would be a reprisal if one interfered with the Satanists' business. Instead two of them cast the two threatened people the evil eye, and then began threateningly move closer to them.

“I shall now take command over this church!” the Satanist priest bragged.

“I shall not let you!” the priest of the communion burst out.

“I will not let you stop me!” the Satanist priest said. Then he saluted the big-deal imbecile of the cross with a salutation that meant he too should forever be of the devil's impact.

The priest saw this and took himself to the level of spirituality that said that Jesus could not be touched. Patrick and his followers then saw to it that the priest couldn't rescue himself from the idiocy they saw in that Jesus himself was an ambassador to the feeling that one is superior only if one arrogantly says one is of the best. But this the pupil fended of by humiliating the four of them by an arrogance that reached their black souls and aspired for them to be condemned forever.

But the female Satanist who had stood herself in his way: “You and I should take a chance about the attitude of being a churchgoer and make it for real that they don't awkwardly try to seduce us into believing they have the right to stop us from going to church without them traducing us for our good intentions of being church-goers that never humiliate Satan for the sake of being teh ridicule of the Satanists! You and I will be welcome forever to his paradise! There you and I shall go forever to be free and fancy our wonderments and love forever the Jesus Christ that stands before us as the tender ruler over me and all the other s of this church!”

“I will not rescue you from that your soul has to be punished in hell for the sake of your wisdom not being enough for us to gain confidence in that we shall forever be bound in the circumstance of there being absolute notions of the Christian souls to be going to heaven and the Satanists to hell!”

She smiled, then held his hand for a little while.

Looking deeply into his eyes, she then said: “You will hereby feel me forever be under the rule of the church that you propose is the best one, and thereby be under the rule of us two going together to the paradise that was lost before they came to be wise about the terrific supply of soulfulness that this church crazes us ordinary believers to caress!”

“I shall not condemn you forever if you don't take that to be the Christian church that has it you are the real wisdom that it needs! However, I will condemn them forever unless they speak clearly about why they're doing this to me and why they are here to harass the priest in the first place!”

“I shall caress you for being the gentleman who guides me from the evil of not understanding the church and what it stands for!”

“Then I shall see in you the believer that is probably here for the better, while these three others will be going to hell forever!”

“I shall,” Patrick said, “forever condemn you for trying to seduce my priestess! You see, Susanne has no right to seduce the priest, but she has the right to seduce one of his pupils. But taken the other way, it works differently! She is not really a pupil in that sense. She is the highest among the female Satanists and I shall condemn you forever for having tried to seduce her into your religion!”

The pupil looked at him and then realized he was evil in that he thought he was trying to seduce her, since on the contrary she was the one to propose herself to it. “Thereby I shall condemn you to hell!” he said. “For I have no evil in suspending her sentence to the extent she argues over her cause in the fashion that is suitable for this establishment of the faith that we are bringing about!”

“I shall then try to find there to be a sense of dignity in the church that we are in!”

The priest looked at her and said: “Who are they who will save the lot of us from this bitch who is trying to seduce my pupil!?”

“I will save you from aspiring,” she said, “for the sake of goodness of feeling down while the spirit is trying to escape to the avenue of respect for the cunning and admiration of the soul. Thereby, you may feel a little dignified once you feel my essence of pretending as if something about their pretension that they are into heaven when they say their cunning is of cares that don't together with essence of certainty about one's care for the actual reason to believe there to be a haven for the good to search for.”

Benny then said: “I will hereby call the cunning of the devil to be the cunning of the soul. And I will hereby condemn you all to certainty of death and to fading away constantly through eternity of damnation. I will thereby win the victory of the Satan we worship, who will never again be small according to god.”

Thereby the four Satanists left the church and said to themselves that they had finally won a victory over the Christian faith, which they felt they very much deserved to beat very thoroughly.