Sigmund Freud's First Patient, Anna . . . I'm Right There With You, Girl . . . Hate To Share Drinking Glasses, With Dogs!
Obviously, I don't see myself, as just another animal in the food chain, living by the rules of survival of the fittest, not necessarily disagree with some of Darwin's Theories, other than when it comes to the developmental levels of becoming a man, preferring to evolve, from just lower, thinking, rational, but without a more perfected nature and understanding of the human race, seeing all of us, as children of God, and wondering, as I asked, Brett, on of the monsters, and definitely dragging his knuckles, on the ground, as his chosen ancestry did, he claims centuries ago, but I see evidence of the cavemen all around me, lower forms of evolutionary man, as in President Obama's statement regarding gay rights, and gay marriage. Once in a heated discussion, with the self-proclaimed, Einstein, I asked, Brett, why the whole species of apes, or monkeys did not evolve at the same time, as was evidenced and claimed by anthropologists, paleontologists, and archaeologists, that monkeys on different parts of either the same island or separated islands, separated from each other, with water in between, claiming that the primates, all shared similar traits, of evolutionary animals, a step towards, man as we know it . . . so why do some monkeys still have tails? He could not answer my question . . . Stuart/Stewart Going Down, JoAnn Secrist, Bliss . . . reversing the names of two movies, Brett showed me, nice little husband, that he was not! But he is Kay's problems now, and I am sure, he and she, both had to share each other with many other animals, demonstrating, their commitment, that in the animal kingdom, definitely, mirroring their animistic traits, taking reason out of the equation! Soulless beasts! LOL! Once a cheater, always a cheater, you two deserve each other! LOL!
I also asked, the alleged genius, if he were to be given a choice, of coming from and ape, for coming from God, through, Adam and Eve, he refused to answer . . . one of those gotcha questions, with a predetermined answer, and an outcome, that is predictable, even from the lowest minded, apes! LOL, who also, by the way, were creations of God, right there along with man, leaving the more rational of the beings in the Garden of Eden, or I guess the wilderness after the fall, to name the animals, that were climbing around, only half evolved, sorry, just rubbing in the mindset of these people, who are absolutely, ridiculous! That aside, limiting my application of Darwinian ideas, to dinosaur bones, and mammoths, found frozen in glaciers, and moving on to the accepted, start and ideas of Freud himself, to the story of Anna, the guest, and the dog! LOL! Anna, was a very prime and proper young lady, during the Victorian Era, a contemporary with Freud himself. And after visiting with a friend, Anna, became distraught, withdrawn, and started to develop signs of what, Freud, later determined were psychotic predispositions and tendencies. And only upon lengthy, examination, and discussions, taking Anna back to the days, before, she exhibited any of these symptoms that seem to be creating troubles in her life, he took her deeper and deeper into her subconscious, and discovered, it all boiled down to man's best friend, but only when he is lonely, a DOG!
The Mutt, One of Mitt's, Licked Anna's Either Tea Cup or Wine Glass
So, here is how the story goes, once Anna, began to explain the events leading to her break down, that she had gone to visit a woman, and upon that visit, the woman served her a beverage of some sort, can't remember, after 2 years, but while the woman, left the room for a bit, her dog, came up and licked, Anna's glass, or cup, horrifying her . . . remember, this was not the crude days, we live in now, but back where people were to polite to shoo the dog away or in my case, swear at the canine, telling my hostess, that I could not finish my drink, because the dog, licked my glass, and it revolted me, to take a drink out of the same glass, as a fucking dog! No, Anna, very politely, held in, what turned her stomach, that of sharing her drink with a mutt, who she most likely had seen, licking its ass, prior to drinking out of her beverage container, making her even more sick, and I am adding, license to this story, because but for a few centuries and a more expressive time and culture, Anna would be me! LOL! And, I to this day, and totally sickened, to see people, like, at the Poverello Palace, taking the cups we, people, distinguishing myself, from the rest of the animals residing there, who don't see anything wrong, one animal to another, sharing a few drinks! LOL!
So, after close examination, Freud believed, that Anna, who was totally grossed out, but unable to express her sentiments, buried not only her disgust, deep in her Id, but her Super Ego, went into high gear, making her even more conscious and aware of the differences, between herself, and this lowly, ass scratching, butt sniffing, wet nosed, creature, than she had previously been, and the ego level of her mind, could not bear the thoughts, but in light and fear of offending her host, she suppressed her horror, and for the time being, to deal with the situation, the conscious discussed, at the dog, saliva and residue from the dog's slobber, was nicely tucked away, deep in the inner recesses of her blank tablet, tablula rosa! or her unscathed mind, with thoughts of abhorrent rage, but with Victorian politeness, refrained from telling either the dog or the woman, what she thought. I am right there on the couch with you, Anna, but for a few hundred years, the women's movement, and realizing that swearing takes care of 75% of your stress, and makes you happier, that the swearing repressed! LOL! Fun, interesting stuff . . . it is almost worth, going through all the shit, these monkeys have put me and may family through, over the years, the fortune they have stolen, just to get a shot at practicing my new profession, as a natural extension of my expansive, legal knowledge, coupled with experiencing this whole ordeal, and having the intellectual property, before, I am recognized as creating a whole new level of Freudian Theories of Psychoanalysis! My brain, is my biggest, most fun, and incredibly, wonderful, tool, toy, playground, for exploration and enjoyment! Rachel, once, upon witnessing me for hours on her computer, said, I can't understand who you can just sit there and dig this stuff, writing, research and shit . . . beating the shit out of my opponents on ANY issue, is fucking awesome! She still doesn't get it! LOL!
It Is Hip To Be Square! It's Hip to Be There! Oh, Yeah . . . What Kids Need From Caring Adults! Think About It!
Hip, so hip to be square, so hip, hip, to be square, hip everywhere . . . so hip to be square, smart, go to school, graduation matters, education matters . . . the new, beautiful, sexy, cool, is smart! See, didn't you like the story of Freud, Anna, and the dog, pretty cool to figure out what is wrong with you, yourself, don't medicate, self evaluate! Love is here to stay . . . song! I can't stop loving you, can this be true? Don't forget me when I'm gone. I have loved you for so long! So, moving on to the psychoanalysis of the people, many of you, work, with, have taken my money from, love, even cherish in Rachel's place, since that is her goal in life, to be cherished, Shelley, Brett and Kay, to rule the world, while none are either worthy or smart enough to, therefore, they rely on smart people, like me and mine, to suck the ever living blood out of, but WHY did they do it? Perhaps, in my normal methods of figuring out people I have no way of relating to, or understanding, can't wrap my mind around their actions, I turn to true criminals, serial killers, the depraved, the mad, the crazy, the jealous, envious, the sociopaths and psychopaths, that history, has throw in our faces, over and over again!
Once such couple, who created a deadly couple, together, ending in, at least, one man being hacked to death, only to find he had no money, 5 innocent young children, being murdered, just for the thrill of it, or to cause their neighbors pain, watching as they smugly or smug lee--name for Sara Lee, Nobody Doesn't Like Sara, knew their demise, thinking they were too smart to get caught, and literally holding the fate of many in their hands, sick as they were . . . this is the story, of two British blokes . . . can you call a female Brit, a bloke? I just did, right or wrong, but meet Myra and Ian, two serial killers, who shocked the country, if not the world, through their senseless killings, burying children, overlooking beautiful mountains, water, and sunsets, picnicking, sitting, playing, dancing, and eating on the graves of these little ones!
See No Evil . . . Seriously?
Ian, had a twisted, murderous, past, before Myra met him, having a history of killing people, thinking he was above the law, beyond suspicion, and outside the grasp of the cops. Myra, was a secretary, in the bank, I believe, where Ian, was her boss, and somewhat at first, lorded his superior position over him, but through a sexual attraction, she was no longer her subordinate, but his partner. People, always had a hard time with Myra, likable, nice, appearing to just being in love, and leaving people with the idea, that she was just as much a victim of Ian's depravity, as were their victims. But, upon, further, understanding, she was as twisted, sick and participatory, in these murders as he was, as hard core, luring in adults and children alike, smiling and having tea, with Ian, and her horrified, but scared to death, husband of her sister's, who were actually the ones who turned the pair into the Bobbies, and detectives, who tended to believe that Ian did the killings, but Myra, had no part of it, or was a bystander herself, but after time, came to realize, that Myra was the one who brought the people to the evil Ian, watched, smiled, dove right into the blood and gore, being sexually turned on by her, bad ass, murderous boyfriend, who seemed, cool, calm, unaffected by hacking a man to death, dismembering him, so as to make his disposal easier, and acting put upon, when the man didn't have the money Ian expected, but was just a common laborer, not the boss, he thought he was . . . no big deal, clean the mess up, and let's get on with it, taking the other couple, unknowingly, right to the shallow graves of several children, who had been killed, prior to the man, with Ian, bragging about, killing others, before the man, with the other man, thinking he was just telling stories, until the bloody massacre of this new man, who was to prove, through his death, rent money for the young couple, sister of Myra, and her new baby.
Myra's sister's husband, came home, after being forced to watch the ax murderer and the dismembering, starting with beheading the victim, using a hand saw to do it, and with Myra, getting as much pleasure watching this gory feat, and her bad boy, boyfriend, just handling it without the slightest bit of fear of being caught! Later, Ian confessed, because one of his latest victims, was actually still in the home, and a list of other victims, was found among his possessions at his apartment! Myra, on the other hand, just kept, upon questioning, just said, that Ian story was her's, nothing more, nothing less. Myra, never changed her story, but her brother-in-law was furious, when the cops, allowed her to leave the cop shop, or bobby shop! Finally, as the cops, got more and more evidence, they finally, started to see, Myra's fingers all over the killings and gore, right along with the boyfriend, and realized that the two, reacted in a poisonous relationship, that led to the careless waste of lives, leaving the parents, mothers, of these children, devastated, to the point of utter dispair, while the killers, or at least by now, one of the killers, were walking among them, free as a bird. Eventually, the cops, arrested Myra, but through it all, the people liked her, stood by her, and many argued that she had been falsely charged, tried and convicted.
Myra, maybe because she was pretty, a woman, or manipulative, was able to fool, many people, who almost held her up as a cult leader, rather than the criminal she was, the killer she was, the participant, in the sexually gratifying relationship with her boyfriend, who often made love to her, with the sickness of death and blood on both of their hands, very much partners in the crimes, that seemed to turn them both on, and only serve to heighten their sexual desire for each other. To live a lesser life, without the highs, the thrill kills, and the passion, they both seemed to gain, with the deaths, and a renewed commitment to their sick, psychosexual relationship, the explosive dynamics, between the two, may have saved lives, hearts, and time. But the heart ache they caused the neighbors, who mourned the lose of their children, left wondering where their bodies were, what happened to these innocents that had their lives, shattered and destroyed, for the entertainment and thrill of the two depraved lovers, getting a high, only though the deaths, carnage and suffering of others, with no sympathy, empathy, care in the world, with arrogance, smugness and challenge, even while in jail, controlling, manipulating and talking prison guards, in the female prison to do, Myra's bidding, with sympathy, even respect, and love, being exhibited, for this woman, who fooled many, used the system, got a college degree while in prison, and allegedly fiding God and truly, to some, repenting for her sins and crimes, while to others, they saw a sick, woman, who, needed a man, needed, Ian, who was also sick and the sex, blood, killings, only served to deepen, what was already abnormal personalities! Eventually, Myra, fooled the parole board and was released from prison, for good behavior, and never heard of again, or at least to the police, estranged from her sister and her husband, she lived and quiet life, but not forgotten.
The Haunting Picture of Myra . . . Upon Close Examination, the Portrait of this Monster, Was Made Up of Tiny Hands, Suggesting Blood on Her Hands, for the Lives of the Children, She and Ian Murdered, With Suspicion There Were More Bodies Than The Two Were Originally Charged For!
A famous British artist, did a unique and haunting picture that focused on the eyes of the, almost worshiped killer, one of the partners, in horrendous crimes against humanity, and the public was outraged when the artist, showed the huge ass picture, that shocked the Brits, to the core, for what this woman represented to them, a child killer, and they thought this man, was glorifying her acts of cruelty, and her crimes, rather than to let her drift off into oblivian, once released from prison, even after a brief escape attempt, going the way of other murderers, but when the public, got up close and personal with the picture and saw the tiny hands, thousands of them, they realized, that the true story was being told, that untold lives had been affected by the pair, that children, throughout the British Isles would never be the same, and the country was forever changed by this horrible couple, who fooled so many, often comparing their choice to see no evil, to that of the Germans, during the slaughter of 6 million Jews, with many turning a blind eye, and seeing nothing to be alarmed at . . . thus was what happened with Myra and Ian.
This type of relationship fuels the fires of sex, desire, fun, crime, and those who participate, are turned on by their own sadistic behavior, that is nothing but fun for them, and even more fun, the more torture, pain, lose, and broken hearts, that are a result of their actions . . . thus is the reality of the charming, attractive, manipulative, people involved in this pack of wolves, who alone, may never have reached the feverish pitch, that fueled their crimes, the speed of their thievery, their lies, the challenge, the thrill, the attempt to control, exert power, influence, often bribing, buying, enticing, and coercing allegiances, loyalties, to the point, where people would do anything for them, seeing themselves in the club, with the cool, a part of the beautiful people, when in reality, crimes, crimes, crimes, and heart ache was the desired outcome, preventing, who knows what, the natural course of events would have produced, not caring, but for their own aggrandizement, prestige, privilege, power, acknowledgement, regardless of the true creator, inventor, writer, master of the art, of law, music, or whatever, merely benefiting others, as they could use them, and be turned on by their love, devotion, and caring for this triumvirate of sick individuals that were so far removed from the reality of the rest of us, that we could literally SEE NO EVIL . . .
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