Russell Twyce

The Second Dark Ages of Serfdom

History classes teach students that the feudal age in Europe was a horrible time when the common people were owned by the land, which was in turn the possession of a land owning lord. That portion is true but then social studies textbooks teach a lie of how the the rule of law ended serfdom. And that is utter BULLSHIT! Law extended the first age of serfdom into the second epoch of American slavery by simply amending the concept of who owned whom. The concept of nationhood was the new slave master but the bottom line is that people are still owned chattel. A world takeover will put a final and complete end to American slavery and Canadian Slavery.

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“Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains.” I’m sure you’ve read that quote from Jean-Jacques Rousseau that prefaces his treatise on ‘The Social Contract, Principles of Political Right’. Unfortunately though, his theory on Political Right is utter and complete BULLSHIT! Politics has NO legitimate right to keep people in chains. Man is born free AND free he must remain! Anti slavery is possible and freedom is vastly preferable to the second dark age of serfdom that we are living in today.

According to the anti slavery system I plan to install after the world takeover modifies the concept of nationhood. A nation remains as a collection of people who have a history with and an affinity for a region. In other words, the benign portions of the nationhood concept remains. The negative aspects, like a political dominance over people, taxation, and the concept of a flag taking responsibility for heinous actions of politicians are abolished.

As I’ve said before in other posts, world takeover is simply a function of disbelieving the bullshit and replacing false concepts with true ones. The supposed ‘Social Contract’ the slave owning governments are operating under is NULL AND VOID! I certainly didn’t sign my freedom away to buy some tyrant government’s oppression. Did you? Would you? Even if your great-great-grandfather ratified the social contract agreement (which he didn’t), should you be bound to it? NO! There is NO social contract, so let’s take over the world and move on into our free future.

The way forward is freedom and it is here. Start by questioning the American slavery propaganda you were fed in school and read on here to find the truth.

The Akashic Records & Deja Vous - Have you ever had the distinct feeling that you’ve been in an exact situation or place before? It is an odd sensation where your memory seems to overlap with your other senses but your illusive memory seems slightly different. Supposed ‘science’ explains the deja vous experience as a brief ‘black out’ of the mind during the event/time, which causes the feeling of double experience – [BULLSHIT!] Deja Vous is a case of where you have accessed the Akashic records while you were sleeping/dreaming. With the help of your subconscious mind, you then took the necessary steps to avoid or modify the occurrence that was set to happen at that precise point of your life. A deja vous is like watching a video of your life, and sensing an edited portion. You can actively access the Akashic records and amend the parts of your life that you don’t want. Click here for the Akashic Records.

Pinky: “Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?”
The Brain: “The same thing we do every night, Pinky—try to take over the world!”

The premise of world takeover seems as the stuff of movies and comedy only – BUT – the world is ripe for takeover and it could be done bloodlessly and fairly easily. And frankly, for any chance of a better world, we need to take the world over from the corrupt, bone-headed assholes that are currently in charge.

The REAL World Takeover can be accomplished with three easy steps based on absolute realities:

1. Disbelieve in bullshit concepts. A nation does NOT exist in the physical world: nationhood is only a concept you are taught to believe is real. The concept is FALSE and it is fraught with problems. We need to overturn the notion of nationhood and that is as simple as disbelieving it.

A nation does not exist and it has no right to be deemed as existing. Western ‘so-called’ democracies are loosely based on the theory of ‘a social contract’, but this theoretical document DOES NOT actually exist as a binding agreement. A nation acts as if it has the publicly-granted authority to impose its will on the population BUT it does NOT possess this authority in actuality. Disbelieve in nations, state your disbelieve, and you have already taken over the world for your own – as I have as well.

2. Disbelieve in two other false concepts. Disbelieve that law exists, because it doesn’t. Refute a judge’s ability to hear your case because a) you don’t believe in law, b) you don’t acknowledge either the nation’s or the court’s authority, c) you think of law as a cult and a crime against humanity. Disbelieve in money because it does not actually exist either. The ‘legal tender’ notes are a huge fraud perpetrated on the world’s economy.

3. Believe in reality. Believe that a just system of justice and a representative form of public administration can and will exist and they will be rooted on principles that are true.

And with those done, our world takeover will be complete and we will live in a much better world.

Pull a currency note from your wallet and read the fine print. It will say something to the effect of ‘this note is legal tender’.  Paper money used to say ‘will pay the bearer on demand’.  That was way back when money was actually worth something.  That last quip was not a comment on inflation, it was a statement of true fact.  When currency could be exchanged for gold or silver, it was intrinsically worth something.  Now, the national currencies are utterly and completely valueless funny money.

I won’t dwell on why it was done or how it was slipped under the public’s noses.  Doubtlessly it was when people were plugging their noses over some other corrupt political stink.  Political corruption was certainly a factor in the onset funny money, as was mind control by disinformation or no true facts delivered up front.   Basically, divorcing paper currency from gold or any other commodity with value meant that corrupt political cronies, like the financial sector which contributes vast sums into political pockets, can create as much money, from thin air, as they want.  And they obviously want a lot.  Bankers love their tender, even though it is funny money because they can acquire real assets with it-and put you out on the street.  But that is not quite what I wish to talk to you about either.

The mess is made and it is a horrendous mess.  Tens of Trillions of dollars of funny money has been manufactured out of debt instruments.  This is basically counterfeit and stolen funds.  When we take over the world, which is coming up soon, we need to collect back the pilfered property from those who illegitimately gained it.  We have to revalue the money supply against a commodity of worth.

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Your politicians are ALL corrupt.  That sounds harsh but it is true.  Mind control in the education system taught you an untrue fact that the party system of government is democracy.  WRONG!  The party system facilitates corruption.  A party system enables a tiny minority (the rich party sponsors), to get their way AS IF they were a majority.  A corrupt political party system bastardizes democracy to the point of a democracy not being democratic anymore.  The funny money tender notes is actually proof of how non-democratic a corrupt party system is.

Had the change to ‘legal tender’ funny money from ‘pay the bearer’ currency with intrinsic value based on gold been put to a public vote, it NEVER would have passed.  But the party sponsors wanted the change, so the deal was done and mind control (plus a media that is also controlled by the rich) kept the general public from being wise enough to stop it.

So here is what I’m saying in this post.

[private_Chevron]Party politics is utterly corrupt politics – Lets get rid of corrupt party politics by electing a full slate of independent candidates and then abolishing political parties.  ‘Legal Tender’ funny money has directly enabled white-collar theft on a MASSIVE scale.  But we can’t call it theft because corrupt politicians passed phony legislation to give it legitimacy.  So we have to conduct a World takeover, replace the corrupt politicians, rescind the Love me Tender laws.[/private_Chevron]

Of course to re-establish a money system with actual value, the stolen property will have to be returned.  Count your precious money now you rich thieving pukes, because we are coming to take back what belongs to people.  Your absolutely astronomical greed and corruption has pushed too many minds past the point where they can be mind controlled any longer.

Human 2.0 – I Say as I Do

The philosophy that Human 1.0 has enshrined is ‘Do as I say’ and that is too often accompanied by the rider ‘not as I do’. The Human 1.0 political and social structure is far too full of both the ‘do as I say’ and the ‘not as I do’. Human 2.0 can easily solve that by acknowledging the problem and taking the steps to fully remedy it.

The entire body of criminal law, tax law and highway law revolves around the ‘do as I say’ principle. Lawmakers presume (erroneously), that they have the authority to tell people what they cannot do and what they must do. Yet the lawmakers and the authority figures suppose that they can do whatever they choose.

Let me give you some examples of ‘do as I say’ and ‘not as I do’.

A president supports laws that forbid using a position of authority to elicit sexual favors then he manipulates a political intern into giving him oral sex in the oval office. ‘Do as I say, not as I do’.

A corporation’s accounting department dutifully reports employee income and remits the money to the government then the CEO fails to pay his fair share by hiding his compensation in stock options and the corporation shirks its obligation by seeking tax concessions and loop holes. ‘Do as I say, not as I do’.

A police car races through a red traffic light with his official flashers on then the officer switches off his lights and wheels into a coffee shop. ‘Do as I say, not as I do’.

Are these enough examples? I could provide countless more. The system is rife with examples because the system provides the opportunities for abuses. So what is the sane solution? What is the easy remedy?

Human 2.0 fixes problems at source. If we can make a system that resists abuses, instead of condoning and facilitating abuses, then the abuses will have to diminish.

Here is a Human 2.0 maxim – ‘A true solution has to fit the real problem’. [private_Chevron]In the case of the ‘do as I say, not as I do syndrome’, the easy fix involves simply eliminating the authority to enforce the ‘do as I say’ portion. Society can operate fine and in actual fact better, without laws. We don’t want a ‘government’: a ‘public administration’ is all really need.

Human 2.0 does NOT mean people are free to rape, murder and steal with impunity! The Human 2.0 public discipline system is simply based on protecting human rights, as opposed to law, which is founded on an unsustainable power to tell people what they must or mustn’t do. That simple change in the core philosophy completely fixes most of the ills in society.[/private_Chevron]

Example Short Story – Taming the Bully by Russell Twyce

Taming The Bully – From Nicholas Flamel’s Humanity Series

A gray-haired man stands beside a podium listening to a speech proclaiming his heroism, In a few minutes, he will be his nation’s highest award. He knows that while he has earned the medal, some merit belongs to someone he has not seen in many years. As the politician drones on, the uniformed man’s thoughts drift back in time.

The year was 1967 and Canada was celebrating 100 years of nationhood. Every classroom in the elementary school was decorated with the stylized maple leaf comprised of twelve triangles that each represent a Canadian province or territory. The one in the grade five classroom though, dwarfed them all: it was a five foot wooden structure and Derwood Covey was fiercely proud of it.

“My Dad is a carpenter.” Derwood bragged to all his classmates. “None of your dads could have made this so good.”

“With a sheet of plywood, a saw, a hammer, nails and a couple 2×4′s,” Nick Burns contradicted, “I could’ve built it myself.”

“Oh yah?” The larger boy asked threateningly. He stepped forward to confront the much slammer new kid in school. “You’re jealous because you don’t have a father.”

“I had one.” Nickolas stood his ground, though the bully was crowding in. “Like everyone did. So I have nothing to be envious about.”

“Your dad was a runt like you.” Derwood pushed the smaller boy, who staggered backwards and bumped into the centenial symbol. The plywood sculpture toppled over its two by four base and the top triangle of the stylized maple leaf breaks. Derwood screamed. “You’ve ruined it!”

“You shoved me.” Nick said. Then he glanced down at the break. “It can be glued back together.”

You’ll fix it: so it is as good as new.” The larger youngster blusterd. “Or I’ll pound you.”

“Had you asked me nicely, I would’ve done just that. But I never bow to threats.”

“You’ll do as I say or you’ll regret it.”

“I do as I say,” the smaller said defiantly, “and I say as I do.”

“Do you have the guts to say that to me outside after school?”

Back in the present moment, the politician is describing the one event that has brought this medal presentation. The policeman had disobeyed his orders and accepted procedure. Instead of just establishing a secure perimeter, he had gone into the crime scene while the senseless mass killings were in progress and stopped the killing.

The man being honored zones out again to resume his meandering through his memories – where the school ground fight has begun.

The larger Derwood has a longer reach and he throws the first punch. His fist glances off Nick’s cheek. It must have hurt but the smaller pugilist is not slowed by the hit and he closes in to grappling range.

Nick Burns absorbs the flurry of fists that strike his shoulders and the back of his head. He grabs the larger boy about the waist, then plants his feet solidly to lift and throw. The larger boy lands on the lawn with the smaller on top.

Derwood Covey has his wind knocked out from the fall. When he recovers his breath, his opponent is straddled on his chest. A hand is poised at his face, with fingers pointed at his eyes and an elbow cocked for a strike. He blinks as the unavoidable blow comes. Then Derwood feels two knuckles tap on his eyelids. It stings a bit and he opens his now watery eyes, only to see the same hand is ready for a repeat strike.

“The next time I won’t bend my fingers.” Nick hisses in a voice so low that none of the fight’s audience can here. “I’ll come in fingernails first, rip out your eyeballs and you’re next pet will be a seeing eye dog.”

“You’ll go to jail for that.” Derwood says.

“I’m a minor so the sentence will be short. But you’ll be blind for the rest of your life.”

[private_Chevron]“What do you want?”

“Yield to my victory and for one week, you’ll do as I say.”

“Okay.” Derwood had looked into the smaller Nick’s eyes and realized that he was deadly serious.

“On behalf of a grateful nation,” the politicians movement towards the policeman has returned his mind to the present moment, “I present this award.”

The ribbon is pinned to his lapel and the ceremony soon concludes.

“You looked bored up there.” The honored man’s wife chuckled when he returned to his seat at the head table.

“I was reliving the day in grade five when this all started.”

“You decided to join the police force when you were in grade five?”

“I decided that when I was in grade three.” The policeman chuckled. “I was in grade five when I learned how to do the job right.”[/private_Chevron]

“After he had beaten me so completely,” Derwood explained to his wife, “I expected Nick to make me do some embarrassing things like carrying his books or something. That’s what I would’ve done to him. He didn’t demand anything and when I inquired why, he just said ‘I say as I do‘.”

“That seems a bit cryptic.” The wife observed.

“Then during that week, I was watching some of my friends tormenting a science geek. One guy was spraying water from a drinking fountain and two others were forcing him to mop it up with the seat of his pants.”

“Knowing you the way I do,” she guessed, “I’ll bet you stepped in.”

“I just watched and laughed like everyone else. Then Nick stepped up behind me and he whispered:[private_Chevron] ‘What if I had demanded that you belittle yourself like that?’ And for the first time in my life, I identified with the victim.”

His recounting the story to his wife sent the policeman’s mind into the past again.

“There are three of them.” Derwood noted.

“There are two of us and if you count him, we are three.” Nick nodded a head toward the science geek. “But I doubt if this situation will take more than just one hero.”

“That’s quite enough of this!” Derwood Covey announced in a loud voice as he stepped in between the victim and the bullies, who were some of his closest friends. Then he pointed a thumb over his shoulder. “If you want at him, you have to come through me.”

“Was there a battle royal in the grade five hall?” Lisa Covey inquired.

“Not that day. But I did have to physically reconcile with those friends later.” He recalled. “That day I just learned what respect looked like.”

“I didn’t know you liked me.” The skinny science geek had gushed when the bullies were gone.

“I don’t like you.” Derwood had replied. “But you have the right to be whoever you are, without being harassed for it. And today I stood up for that.”

“The expression on the geek’s face that day,” the policeman explained to his wife, “was unlike any I had seen before. He didn’t display the fear or hatred that I was used to. His demeanor was of pure respect and I liked it so much that I became a lifelong junkie for it.”

“And that path took you finally to the ultimate act of heroism and selflessness that you were just honored for.” Lisa smiled. “I’ve always seen that in you.”

“It wasn’t there before grade five. Canada’s 100th birthday was year one for me.”

“What happened to Nicholas Burns?” She asked.

“He disappeared shortly after that. They said Nick ran away from his foster home.” Derwood Covey stood up. “Excuse me, I need to use the washroom.”

The honored policeman stood at the sink and looked at his mirrored reflection. His need for the bathroom’s privacy was mostly that he felt that he was coming close to emotional tears and that didn’t fit very well with his image.

[/private_Chevron]“Congratulations.” Said a man from the doorway.

“Nick Burns!” Derwood exclaims after a shock of recognition. Figuring out who spoke had taken extra effort because his apparent age didn’t match. “You look only half as old as you must be.”

“My years have been kind.” Nicholas Flamel lied. “And I’m proud of how you turned out.”

“Who could’ve known that one incident at the tender age of eleven,” Derwood chuckled, “would have such a profound effect on a life.”

“The ramifications have been on many more lives than just yours.” Nick spoke wryly. “I’ve looked in on you from time to time. Your rare brand of policing has been a positive force in more ways than you know.”

“How is it that you were so wise as you were in grade 5?” Derwood asked a question that he had pondered many time over the years. “And how do you manage to appear so young now?”

“Even back then, I was substantially older and more experienced than I looked.” Nick didn’t tell of the truth: which was of his being over 600 years old, back when Derwood was eleven. Nicholas Flamel had reverse aged himself with his philosopher’s stone, in order to affect certain persons while they were at an impressionable age.

“In grade five, I couldn’t have thanked you as deeply as I can now. The change that you brought in me was profound and it made my life wonderful!” The police officer avowed. “In using my strength and authority only to protect, I garnered nothing but respect from people. Most of my fellow police officers have never been able to understand that. I suppose that is because they didn’t learn it young enough, as you helped me to do.”

“The ‘do as I say’ mentality does nothing but harm, even when it is purportedly being used for the purpose of good.” [private_Chevron]

“I gave up on trying to tell guys what the difference between them and I was. They just seemed unable to understand.”

“Society wrongly teaches bullies that the key to respect is wearing a uniform.”

To be continued – Work In Progress[/private_Chevron]

Human 2.0 is a philosophy that WILL sweep the world. Learn more about it at russelltwyce.com.

Did you sign any Social Contracts?

I know that I never inked my name on any contract that delimited my personal freedom. I don’t think you ever did either. Are you responsible for the sins of your father? Actually, neither your dad nor your grandfather signed a social contract either. The simple fact is, that this so-called social contract was never ratified and it should never be signed either because the one-sided terms of this illegal (and conceptual only) document are the main cause of societal problems.

Age of Enlightenment? Horse Manure! I call it the age of Serfdom to Sophists.

Thomas Hobbes (1651), John Locke (1689) and Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1762) are the most famous philosophers of contractarianism. Contractarianism? Wow! What a mouthful of crap that word is! This time frame also means that not even my great-great-great-great-great grandfather signed any damned piece of paper that consigns my freedom to a corrupt government’s (money) loving hands. I am NOT bound by this pernicious social contract and neither is anyone else. Period.

“Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.”
Slavery is Freedom? That statement would fit nicely into George Orwell’s 1984.

Social Contract means Convoluted Serfdom!

Do you know who the Sophists were? Read about that ancient Greek school of orators and it may give you a vision of the phrase ‘sophisticated society’, that is quite different than you suppose the term means. Our ‘sophisticated’ society has been duped into believing lies are true. And a critical examination of those lies, show the social contract has clauses of fine print that nobody EVER agreed to.

Human 2.0 does NOT recognize the validity of this supposed ‘social contract’.
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Corporations MUST Die!

On December 23, I took my daughter to the airport: she was flying out to spend Xmas with her grand-parents. Of course she had a confirmed ticket but it wasn’t that simple.

“We have to put her on standby.”" Says the ticket agent.

“She has a confirmed seat. Have you over-booked?”

“There are seats for everyone but the plane is under a weight restriction.”

“Then you’ve over-booked the freight.”

“Uh,” the agent thinks of how to dodge this remark, “we’ll try to get everyone on.”

“You WILL get my daughter onto her confirmed flight: even if you have to toss all the freight off. People are more important than luggage – or doesn’t Air Canada think so?”

To make this story short, my daughter got her seat but her baggage had to follow later. It turned out well enough but I suspect that was only because someone stood up to the corporate Grinch. In many other instances, the greed personified in the corporate entities runs over people in hob-nailed boots.

[private_Chevron]Airlines and vacation corporations employ an extremely sleazy practice of over-booking. A person wrongly believes they have bought a confirmed ticket, when in fact the corporation has sold 110% of the plane’s capacity. Looking at it realistically, they have sold you a seat that they already sold to someone else, or vice-versa. If all passengers show up, then some will not get to fly – even though they hold a valid ticket.[/private_Chevron]

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[private_Chevron]The grinch squeezes life for every extra penny because the grinch does not have life. The foul over-booking tactic gets even worse. If a passenger is even one minute late for the check-in time, the grinch doesn’t have to refund the ticket – even though every seat on the aircraft is full. In other words, the grinch is getting 100% revenue for the filling plane’s capacity but it is gouging an extra few percentage points for seats that were not even available. For SHAME!

Corporations are scum. Corporations must die.

Do you understand that ‘death’ statement? That corporations must die? I’m not talking about people, even the ones who own parts of, or work for the corporations are not at fault. The corporation does NOT deserve the status of existing as an entity. The corporations must die, even though they have never lived at all. The way forward for people, who do exist, is to be rid of things comprised of flawed notions, that don’t exist - like corporations, nations and law. We can do perfectly well without them.[/private_Chevron]

Imagine it strongly enough and this wonderful world will be true

People are finally free. You suppose that you are free now but you’re not.  You are considered ‘owned’ by your nation – it does NOT have to be that way.  The law treats you as a slave: you must obey it or be punished – that does NOT have to be the case either: there is a better way.  [private_Chevron]People can and will be free someday – hopefully soon.  Serfdom to the concept of nationhood could and should end.[/private_Chevron]

A public administration ACTUALLY represented the voters. Again you might be under the misconception of your elected representative representing you, but their first obligation is to the party sponsors.  And when there is a conflict between your best interest and the party sponsor’s wants, guess who loses out.  It does NOT have to be this way.  [private_Chevron]An independent candidate could represent you, and with political patronage being made illegal, the voters would be fully represented.[/private_Chevron]

The police weren’t grossly over violent. You may erroneously believe that police are more violent due to increasing tension in society but in fact, the police are in a large measure the reason why tension is increasing.  Police are overly aggressive towards people because they are tasked with protecting the law and they view the citizens as the enemy – it does NOT have to be this way.  [private_Chevron]In a wonderful world where public justice is based on protecting human rights/security/safety instead of on preserving a government’s power to be tyrannical, the police and people would both be on the same side.[/private_Chevron]

Greedy corporations weren’t flushing our environment into the sewer and our planetary resources into the landfill sites.  Greed merchants and warmongers are party sponsors and as such, they enjoy the primary service from elected officials.  They also own the mass media, so you’re never told of the real picture.  [private_Chevron]In a wonderful world where the public administration represents people first, both the ecological and the economic problems would simply vanish – unless we leave retaking control of our own lives and our wonderful world until it is too late.[/private_Chevron]

Imagine this wonderful new world. Visualize it as clearly as you can and discuss some wonderful world concepts with me and with with people you know.  When enough of us can see the better future in our mind’s eye, then it will come to fabulous fruition.

“You should support the men and women that are fighting for YOUR freedom”  An irate woman replied to me, in response to something I said that she obviously took offense to.  This fighting for freedom or fighting to enslave post should tweak her ire.  Fighting for Freedom is an OXYMORON.  You really mean they are fighting for your freedom to tell everyone you’re fighting with how they should feel free after you’ve usurped them of their freedom and enslaved them to your utterly non-free freedom.

[private_Chevron]I am personally free despite living in a non-free North American nation BECAUSE I know that slavery is NOT possible unless one willingly submits to slavery.  I don’t submit.  I’m free and I don’t have to fight.  “If you cut me then I’ll bleed, If you kill me then I will die.”  But in the sanctity of my thoughts, I’m free and while I’m living in a body that I alone control, I’m free.  And unless my mouth is taped, I’ll continue to say.  The rule-of-law is slavery.  And the rule of law is unnecessary,  And the rule of law is a crime against humanity – as your fighting to enslave people to the rule of law is a crime against humanity.

This fighting for freedom you’re doing now, should be held up to a war crimes trial later.  But of course the rule of law doesn’t allow any examination of itself.  Nor could the rule of law provide a just judgment, So it’s crimes against humanity goes untried and unpunished, as doubtlessly will your fighting for the freedom to enslave.  [/private_Chevron]Damn!  The rebel south really should’ve won the American Civil War.  What a better world we would all be living in now. We would all actually have freedom and the fighting would be long-since over because the whole world would be a free world.

Am I Truth or Fiction
This is a fiction story of a psychopath demonstrating his version of truth.

Am I truth or fiction? by Russell Twyce

“Is your search for stories aimed at truth or fiction today?” A prisoner asked while his shackles were being locked to the prison psychiatrist’s interviewing couch.

“I seek truth,” the doctor said while watching the guard leave, “but all you seem to offer is your fiction. I’m hoping today might be different.”

“You should call the guard back because my truth will still be true, but as it doesn’t mesh with the crap a university crammed into your skull, you will again see it as fiction.”

“That ‘crap’,” The psychiatrist scoffed, “as you refer to it, was developed after years of clinical studies, and by some of the world’s brightest minds.”

“But is an externally rendered depiction of a psychopathic mind set, as offered by a genius, more intrinsically accurate than the view of a psychopath, of above average intelligence, telling of the inner workings of his own mind?”

“The phrase ‘clinical studies’ does imply that psychopaths were indeed interviewed.”

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“Yet another psychopath would interpret what was said differently than a shrink does, just as you routinely refuse to hear any truth I say as anything but fiction. I suppose that if you can manage to somehow cram your misunderstood conception of my mind into one of your utterly false but university accepted but boxes, then you’ll publish your own ‘clinical case studies’ of me and proclaim your brilliance.”

“Perhaps you could employ the time of your multiple life sentences to take correspondence courses toward a degree in psychiatry. Then you’ll have the accreditation to write your own views.” The psychiatrist settled his ample butt into his swiveling and reclining chair. “Your raw intellect is as strong as many of the students I graduated with.”

“I couldn’t pass the exams to gain a degree.” The convicted killer said flatly. “My answers to questions would differ from those the professors believe are correct.”

[private_Chevron]“Give me an example one.”

“According to a recent article I’ve read, ‘sociopaths adopt a particular belief system based on a logic of their own and they seldom have any doubts’. My participant’s knowledge of this belief set and this logic puts my opinions into the psychopath’s condition into conflict with the person grading my paper and because I don’t suffer any doubts, I’m unlikely to insert the wrong answer, just to get the question right.”[/private_Chevron]

“Can you tell me how your beliefs and logic differ from mine?”

“Certainly,” the sociopath smiled enigmatically, “but afterward, I’ll have to kill you.”

“I watched the guard secure your chains,” the psychiatrist chuckled: likelihood of his being harmed was remote, “so I’ll take my chances.”

“A psychopath’s logic differs from yours in that his is true and yours is bullshit. He is without doubts because Aristotle’s logic only allows truth with no other option. The Sophist diatribe that you accept as logic is always false because it’s rooted on untrue base precepts and this waffling version of reasoning allows for either yes or no, depending on which you want to result. Consequently, you’ll never achieve the level of certainty that a sociopath has.”

“One that allows you to make arbitrary life or death decisions for your victims.”

“Indubitably.”

[private_Chevron]“I’m not trained in law, so I’ll leave off this discussion on logic, to focus on your beliefs.”

“Or to put it more succinctly, you’ll ignore a vital portion of a psychopath’s mental makeup due to your unwillingness to allow your mind to become unfettered, or as you might view it, ‘unhinged’.”

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“If learning to understand your logic would make me willing to murder a fellow human being, then yes, I’ll prefer not delving deeply into it.”

“A psychopath’s logic is the elusive key and were you to dare examining it objectively, you could write a paper on the sociopath that would lead to the real cure for condition.”

“Your logic is obviously warped. Your killing people, irrefutably proves that.”

“I disagree,” the killer countered, “but you expressed a desire to examine my end beliefs without first knowing what they derive from, so let’s switch topics.”

“I see it as another aspect of the same subject.”

“Because you’re judging it with your variable result logic.”

“The world is not black and white.”

“Yes it is.” The killer watched the psychiatrist drink from a bottle of water: the man’s prominent Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. “And that pithy remark is utterly incorrect. In the daytime the world is light or white and at night it is dark and black. But black and white or light and dark has nothing to do with why a psychopath kills. He kills because differentiating between truth or fiction is a yes or no question. The victim ends up being alive or dead: there is no gray.”

“Yet somehow this absolute to absolute philosophy translates into a need to kill and to show no conscience during the heinous act or remorse after it.”

“Remorse is a function of believing one has done something wrong. I’ve no regrets regarding the crimes I’ve been convicted of.”

“Except in the fact that you were caught and stopped.” The doctor added.

“I performed my first murder with the intent of being apprehended and it took my committing three more, that you’re aware of, to bring about my capture. In defense of my lack of sorrow regarding my actions, I’ll present my list of trophies. I started with a corrupt cop, then I bagged a bottom-feeding lawyer. I took out a government bureaucrat, a corporate maggot and I would’ve aimed next for a politician. All told, I think many people might have believed I performed exterminations but media hype drummed in that it was socially acceptable to think on my acts as brutal crimes.”

“Your notion of ‘many people believing’ is your wishful projection. It is not fact.”

“How completely brain dead it is to say that!” The psychopathic murderer moved to gain a more comfortable position: to perform the awkward action while shackled, he needed to strain briefly at the extreme limits of his restraining chain.

“You wishfully suppose that only 1% of the population is sociopaths’” the murderer continued, “but the percentage of people who are on the path towards it is exponentially higher. The one percent consists of only those who have decided they’re ready to loudly express their political views.”

“In a voice without any compassion or conscience.”

“Again your failing to address the sociopath’s logic renders your any attempt at full comprehension futile. My murders were overflowing with empathy for humanity.”

“I strongly doubt that anyone will ever understand such a ridiculous statement.”

“Then I’ll have to enunciate it in a tone with stronger conviction.” The psychopath glanced at the notepad his interviewer was busy scribbling on. “Do you take down what I say verbatim?”

“No,” the doctor’s eyes flicked unconsciously to his desk drawer, “I just jot down my own impressions.”

“The recording device in your desk has the job of keeping my words.” The killer’s eyes then circled the room and they spied a camera. “Are we on video as well?”

“Does that concern you?”

“It concerns me,” the murderer chuckled, “but positively so. I didn’t commit suicide after my murders precisely so that my motivations could be objectively studied.”

“Let’s skip to your lack of a human conscience.”

“Instead, let’s jump to a syllogism of Aristotle’s logic. Consciousness includes having a conscience, a sociopath is conscious and therefore a sociopath has a conscience. A university or expert that proposes otherwise is obviously not presenting the truth.”

“But you repress yours.”

“Actually, I don’t. I sidestep mine. The vermin I killed were of the sort who repress.”

“How can one avoid the conscience altogether?”

“By mentally assigning the action as affecting a thing, instead of a living being.”

“By dehumanizing your victim, like by thinking of them as vermin?”

“Police operating under their present guidelines are rodents: lawyers, bureaucrats and politicians are certainly just leeches, sucking the blood of our human endeavors but I had neither the means nor desire to eradicate my victims by class.” He smiled. “There exist far more lawyers than a lone sociopath can effectively eliminate.”

“Was that a yes or a no to my question?”

“It was a partial yes. While stalking and killing my victims, I did think of them by the labels of their professions, as opposed to my mentally using their names. But it was also no because the actual mechanism for diverting my conscience was different. In my mind, I wasn’t killing a person, a policeman, a lawyer or any individual. Instead, I was breaking the law against murder. It’s the law’s fault that a human needs to be standing in harm’s way when a sociopath wants to break society’s law of murder.”

Since that was a meaty reply, the shrink was busy jotting down notes. The killer occupied his attention with a casual look at the office décor.

“Is that your sheepskin in that off-level frame?” The psychopath asked and then he strained his eyes. “I can’t read your alma matter from here.”

“Is it not straight?” The doctor stood and moved to the diploma. Along the way he said the university’s name out loud. He jigged a corner. “Is this better?”

“Perfect.”

“Do you think of the law as if it exists as an entity?” The doctor asked.

“You do as well.” The killer whispered.

“What was that?” The man moved closer to better hear.

“I said,” the psychopath’s voice was even lower, “you do too. Though it’s only a theoretical concept, you treat it as if it exists and that fictional entity was in truth, the object I was striking at.” His volume had dropped to murmuring. “Your law even treats itself as a thing: I wasn’t charged with killing a person but rather with breaking the law of murder.”

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“That is ludicrous.” The psychiatrist might have been about to elaborate but his throat was suddenly clamped in the killer’s teeth. His search for stories had found a true non-fiction that didn’t hold a ‘happily ever after’ for him.

The murderer had waited until his next victim had leaned in close enough to hear. He already knew where the critical distance was, from testing it earlier. The Adam’s apple was his target and he had turned his head enough when striking, to bite on it. His jaw closed the doctor’s windpipe and his purchase was sufficient to hold tightly against the dying man’s terminal struggles. The psychopath kept his jaw clenched, despite the blood in his mouth, until the victim’s nerves stopped twitching.[/private_Chevron]

“I told you I’d have to kill you afterward.” He calmly said to the corpse. “Not to keep my words a secret, but to attach a life or death impact to them.”

The end.

The purpose of this short story is NOT to glorify psychopaths: my objective is to show that understanding why a psychopath kills is the only way to stop them from killing.  There are A LOT more potential killers in our society than you realize!  Everyone who speeds, runs red lights, experiences road rage or just road annoyance is a budding psychopath that just has not been pushed to murder – YET.

An alien is on trial for sedition  -  Short Story by Russell Twyce

“My words and actions in this courthouse,” a man acting as his own defense council said to the jury in his opening statement, “will be what they are. You’ll view what I say as sedition if you will. But to me, this trial is an opportunity to share my truth. I suppose that I’m really signing my own death warrant. By a paradox, your finding me not guilty would be absolute evidence of my guilt because convincing you of my innocence can only be accomplished by my committing further sedition in front of you.”

Then the accused turned sharply on the heel of his wheelie sneaker, and glided on back to his seat. “I’m done,” he said to the prosecutor.

“The young man who stands accused,” the government lawyer orated in his turn, “has brought this all on himself.” He went on to describe the alien’s actions of going into a police station and confessing his crime. “Neither the police nor the district attorney’s office had any option but to bring this charge, because he was continuing to commit sedition in both the police station and in all interviews with him since.”

“Calling the accused as a prosecution witness is highly irregular,” the judge stated for the record: his main concern wasn’t for how injurious the defendant’s testimony might be to his own case, but rather in preventing an appeal from besmirching his judicial reputation, “but as the defendant has suggested it, I’ll allow it.”

“You’re an alien.” The prosecutor began. “Why would you choose to practice your sedition here, in a state that isn’t your own and which employs the death penalty?”

[private_Chevron]“Your question is illogical to me on several points. The first is that I’m not an alien by any definition. I don’t ‘belong’ to any other states: both my body and mind are for my soul’s free use in experiencing life. I’m from here just as I’m from everywhere on earth. My death experience showed me that I, and all of us, really come from a place existing in the gap between matter and time, I ‘belong’ to that place but it isn’t a state.” The accused young man then pointedly directed his next words at the judge. “I wasn’t originally born in this part of the planet you’ve put a border around and arbitrarily called a state—which you wrongly profess has some authority.”

“I’ll have no more seditious talk in my court!” The judge hammered his gable.

“The second,” the defendant ignored the magistrate’s outburst, “is that the term ‘sedition’ isn’t anything that exists. A state has no form in reality: it’s a concept some deluded people have agreed to think of as real. ‘Sedition’ is defined as conduct or speech inciting people to rebel against a state’s authority. The ‘state’s authority’ is a piñata that exists only in your unreal vision of reality.[/private_Chevron] Opinions I state are of what I see truly existing in this material world and your mind’s eye interprets my words as being a fiesta stick aimed at damaging your fictional papier-mâché treasure trove.”

“Which like Pandora’s box,” the judge retorted, “would spill evils into the world.”

“It would disgorge the true freedom that is our human birthright and which your delusion of statehood, rooted on your lust for power, has stolen from us.” The youth smiled. “But my absolute liberty can’t actually be taken away, so I’ve taken it back.”

“Yet you’re here in custody,” his honor stressed the ‘in custody’, “and awaiting the decision of this authority on whether you will live or die.”

“And I arrived here of my own free accord,” the accused quipped back, “while fully cognizant of all the potential outcomes.”

“Uh.” The prosecuting attorney had been biding his time. He hadn’t wanted to interrupt the judge. “You haven’t answered my questions yet. Why here? You’ve placed yourself in a life or death situation because sedition is still punishable here, by death.”

[private_Chevron]“That’s another notion of yours which is utterly incorrect. Death isn’t a penalty. Death is a soul’s reward for having completed its life mission. Spending my lifetime incarcerated in a penal institute would be a torment for me. I’d rather put myself to a mortal hazard. I’ll be found not-guilty and walk free, or be found guilty and die.”

“If this court sets you free,” the judge angrily interjected, “it would be guilty of the sedition that you are charged with. The justice department would be undermining its authority to keep citizens safe from criminals. Crimes are real things that happen to actually existing people and cause true-to-life harms.”[/private_Chevron]

“But slavery to the rule-of-law isn’t the only way to address those issues.” The man in the witness box stated emphatically. “In fact, rooting a real need for public order keeping on a series of unreal tenets is the worst possible method. It causes some crimes to be committed, exacerbates others and contributes to the motivation of all crimes. I’ve come into this court charged with sedition for inciting people to rebel against an authority that is guilty of heinous crimes against humanity.”

“Crimes against humanity!” The judge’s face went blood red as he ejaculated.

“But the court holds itself as immune from prosecution for the wrongs it commits so I’ve brought the matter before the bench by an alternate route,” the young accused spoke directly to the jury box, “in having myself put on trial for sedition against the state’s law.”

“Will you enlighten us,” the state’s prosecuting lawyer inquired: [private_Chevron]he was seriously interested because he often felt in his innermost psyche, that law was inserting a measure of ruination in some peoples lives that his conscience felt responsible for. ‘Might there truly be a better way: one that wasn’t just anarchy?’ But he used a mocking tone of voice so as not to openly betray his oath to law, “of precisely which crimes the law has been complicit in and how an amazing new form of policing would work in practice?”

“Overruled!” His honor snapped, though none but he had objected to the question. “My court won’t be the soapbox for the rants of a fanatic. He has already shown his contempt for society’s welfare and freely admitted to his sedition. Were this a trial without a jury, I would be ready to hand down my decision right now.” Further to this, the judge would’ve eagerly ordered the bailiff to perform the execution on the spot: so that notions even more threatening to his way of life couldn’t spread to the death row cells and into the general prison population.

“As the magistrate is ready,” the young man in t-shirt and jeans stood and faced his peers, “then you must be able to deliberate now too. I’m not permitted, and likely not able to concisely describe my vision of our wonderful future, free of law. I also doubt that a person still enslaved to the notion of law’s rule could envision it yet, so I’m quite happy that I’m not required to elaborate. I can emphatically state that I am strongly convinced and the statements I’ve made leading up to my charge of sedition were born in my freedom of beliefs and uttered with a right to free expression — whether you understand or agree with my opinions or not. My turning myself in to the police, in a state that retains the death penalty, and openly displaying so-called sedition in this trial are undeniable proof of my faith’s conviction. So decide now if freewill is more important to you than an imaginary state’s theoretical authority.”

“I will determine when the jury should begin deliberating!” The judge screamed.

“Then do it.” The youth challenged. “I’ll wave my defense. I’m prepared to sum up my case to the jury.”

“It seems to me,” the prosecutor intoned quietly, “that you just did that.”

“I took the tirade as that too.” The judge said. “But to satisfy formalities, I’ll call for those now. Wrap up your case for the jury.”

“Thank you.” The young man leaned back slightly on his wheelie shoes and rolled to a position in front of the jury box. “The crime of murder, which shares the ultimate penalty with sedition, is far different from the one I’m accused of. A murder is an act done to a person, yet the court deems that a wrong happened to the law itself. Had I killed someone, you would be asked to decide if I’d broken the law against murder, instead of deliberating on whether or not I killed someone. That concept is murky when thinking of a murder, because a human did wrongfully die.”

“With sedition on the other hand,” he continued after a slight pause, “no one person can be shown as having received a harm. The victim is the theoretical state and all supposed damage done to it, or intended to it, is entirely subjective. Your choice is to deem that my actions and words hurt the entity that you see embodied by a flag.” He pointed. “Yet I see that as a tablecloth on a stick: it doesn’t represent anything that truly exists, it’s only the symbol of a notion—a false impression. In my defiance against the non-existent state, and in my inciting others to rebellion, I didn’t damage the one physical item that presumably represents it.” An index finger had remained targeted on the nation’s banner. “In other words, I’ve not done anything in the real world to be construed as a wrong, I’ve only challenged an ideal I believe is untrue. Have you ever allowed your consciousness to realize that the law against ‘sedition’ was enacted in a direct contravention of a constitutional right of free expression? I would rather be dead than accept and feign obedience to such a dishonorable rule system that embraces obvious absurdity and fakes it off as truth.”

“I see your decision hinges on only one factor.” He took a deep breath. “Is your view of the world, and the judge’s take on society, worth intrinsically more than mine is? Is my death necessary to muzzle a philosophy that you don’t want to see explored?”

The prosecutor’s wrap up included the predictable platitudes about society’s needs over the desires of an individual, but his full fervor was conspicuously absent. The government’s lawyer was thankful that he wasn’t on this jury duty. An obligation to his profession would’ve compelled him to vote one way, when the entire essence of his being was yearning to cast an acquittal.[/private_Chevron]

“You’ll now be sequestered, until you’ve reached a decision.” The judge growled and with a glance at the defendant’s satisfied expression, he knew that the verdict of no importance. The alien had already achieved the victory he’d sought and in fact, a guilty verdict and his death at the hands of the state would gain his ideas even more exposure. In either eventuality, his precious court was defamed by the soon to be condemned man’s last question. ‘Is my death necessary to muzzle a philosophy that you don’t want to see explored?’

Readers, you’re the jury. Please voice your verdict in a comment. A life is in your balance.