EE! (Evil Empire). Faction Wars and the Human Condition.

I’ve created a faction war in my mind, by separating the “good” and “evil” voices into factions, opposed to each other. I remain a “neutral god”; neither good nor evil, and outlined rules about how this “game” would be played. THis inspired me to categorize people in a similar way; people are inheritely Good or Evil, and it is their actions and deeds which place them opposed to each other, in a faction war of their own creation.

People start off neutral. This places the majority of people on earth as part of the ever-expanding Neutral Faction, without them even knowing. Then they are forced to decide, through their actions: To do good deeds, and be a good person; allowing good things to happen to them, and accepting help from other selfless and good people; Or, conversely, to being selfish and avaricious; to placing money before God; to becoming part of the ever-selfish evil faction.

As an example. Many of the most powerful people on earth, probably nearly every single CEO, puts money first, above god, above all else. These people are inheritely evil according to my definition, and therefore the Evil faction is all-powerful, without even being organized as of yet.

If you’re a ceo or place money first, above all else, then you probably WANT to be evil. Fuck the carbon tax. Screw the environment. I want to pad the bottom line of my niggas and customers and partners. My bottom line comes first. I place money above all else. I am evil.

On the other hand, only a selfless person can truly be good. Maybe you want to marry a wife; good people can help you with that, rather selflessly; perhaps they introduce you to somebody who is single. That’s good; it’s selfless and wholesome. And your life can change in a heartbeat because of one simple good deed.

So, my friends, I put this to you, a self-professed “neutral God”; are you still neutral; or have you decided; Are you selfless or selfish? Are you Good Or Evil?

one caveat: Decide wisely. For, once you’re placed out of neutrality and into Good Or Evil faction, you can never change faction for life. Many therefore choose to blissfully remain neutral – and some neuts are neuts for life.

“Where there is no opposition, I am G-d; Wherefore opposed, never G-d at all.” -Neutral G, from his Theory Of Opposition.

-Steve Mini from the 6.

Heaven Or Hell? 2.0 (Autobiographical; Voices)

Here’s the wierd thing about my life. I live in a perpetual Hell, but never in Heaven, because the voices in my head oppose everything I think.

People who don’t hear voices are automatically never opposed by said voices, because they don’t hear voices: They’re in Heaven by default.

But to make my way back and forth between this Heaven or Hell, I must be in some kind of purgatory. Either that, or I am G-d of my own mind and imagination: creator of all the voices, as I often say.

I like to claim that I’m a neutral G-d; nicknamed: Neutral G.; Neither Good, Nor Evil; but rather, inbetween; rather: Neutral instead.

So in this purgatory I am often opposed by voices I created. Therefore I am often in Hell. But wait a minute, how do I get back to never hearing voices, and never being opposed by them – how do I get back into Heaven?

These rough drafts, ideas, or notes, are the subject of my autobiography; a biopic of a schizophrenic mind.

Skin on Tinder: Dating apps at a glance.

Inevitably, you meet people on all these dating apps. I prefer two of them myself: Tinder and Plenty Of Fish.

Tinder is a quality product: If this were a meat market, this would be the steak section. Great looking people with excellent photos, clean profiles, and witty comments. Unfortunately all those models you’re oggling come at a price: want unlimited likes? Want to know who liked you back? Be prepared to pay a hefty sum as a single dude for these invaluable services.

POF is the leftovers section, where people who might not meet your standards seem to want to communicate with you. And scammers. Lots and lots of scammers.

Scammers are on both dating apps, probably on all of them. “Visit my website!” proclaims a profile that just liked me. You have to wonder to yourself: Would you leave plenty of fish or tinder, or the app you’re using, just to visit another website to pickup a girl? Who would EVER do that? But apparently people might. I block the user and move on with my life.

Hey if oggling girls is your thing, tinder can’t be beat. on POF women look more normal, not scantily clad females in a luxury suite or by the pool or beach or in a bikini. On tinder there is skin. Lots and lots of skin. Sometimes, it makes you feel uncomfortable. Will these big bresthesthes want to chat with me? Or am I just a statistic, and a financial one at that? On tinder, women can seem crude and shallow. Not lookin’ too hot in your profile pics? Then nobody will chat with you. Can they tell you’re not technically wealthy? Then you’re probably out of luck. Unless your profile is THAT good. Mine surely isn’t.

Back on POF things are more relaxed. I’d like to think more POF women read your profile comments, but can’t be sure. Maybe they like your personality more. But: the bottom line: a picture tells a thousand words, on both sites, on any dating app for that matter, so pick your very best one, and put it in your profile. Have someone help out if you suck with cameras. Just editing your profile pic on your iphone can pay dividends. Nobody wants a crop shot of all the crap in the background – so blur the background a little. And style your hair. Saturate the colors if necessary. Make the picture pop.

All of this to chat with a lovely lady. The price we pay. So far: I’ve chatted with all of two women this week. I’ve probably liked hundreds of profile picks, to no avail. Am I ugly or just old? I mean i’m 42, don’t roll out the stretcher just yet.

But i’m curious to know: Why won’t all these scantily clad tinder women even bother to chat with me?

Maybe because I’m a broke dude living with a disability (Schizophrenia). Can they tell from the photo and blurb in my profile? I edit out personal information, and list only my hobbies. Like: Plays League Of Legends or World Of Warcraft. There. That should confuse them until they chat with me, distract them from the main course: That i’m something of a loser.

I try tinder for a week. I’m still single and chugging soylent twice a day at the end of the week. POF? I’ve actually managed to connect with 1 or 2 females – yes, you CAN meet them online, they’re just inadulated with dozens upon dozens of friend requests, messages, and, if they look half decent – and show some skin, which many do – then your tiny, small, sad, pathetic message, “let’s chat!” will be drowned out by the seemingly millions upon millions of other men messaging them. Some alot more financially secure, younger and better looking than you. It is what it is.

And when you do end up talking to these now-legendary beings, these females: You’re forced to concede. You’re a retired dude with a disability pension of some kind. Not a hot young alpha stud wanting to ravage women in his spiffy car.

Ah well. Maybe it’s a younger man’s game. Still 42 and single. Despite tinder and POF.

I’ll follow up with you in a week or two with another post. And see how i’m doing. Two leads look promising. Not skin models, though. I’ll have to concede.