Re: NDE Meets Warcraft-m Afterlife
I was a psychopath who role played killing peeps... played video games
where I killed hundreds and thousands of peeps... practicing...
for the real thing... I threw three paper routes a day when I was 14-15 to pay for flying lessons to fulfill my fantasy of dropping a nuclear bomb on moscow... I believed God wanted me to kill millions of atheist communists to save the world from evil... I was brainwashed by dark religious, corporate, and political forces...
If you want to feed your children to the haters... warcraft is the gateway drug to future killers... a poison pill for the soul///\\\
tHEY USED TO CALL MOTHERS FEEDING THEIR children the American diet "kitchen assassins" but there is a greater danger ...lurking in the homes of children around the world... Hitler Youth or Americana Militarism... If there is a difference it can only be found in the change from vilifying jews through calling them monkeys to role playing monsters and through bait and switch tactics calling the monster's Muslims...
but when one's child opens fire on their first human being...their innocence vanishes and they think of their mother who gave them 40 bucks to buy the video game all of the kids were playing... Did they kill that Muslim mother and son for mum or was it all a trick? When they return home mom hugs her son because he is alive... but thousands of miles away... a family mourns... the video game had become much too real for the family whose anguish will never end...
Was mom right to give her son the forty dollars? Was the father right to be so proud his son went to serve his God and country? What God did his son serve? What cheek did he turn?
I was just like your son and the Light loved me bright... but those hours I spent plotting and scheming the deaths of my nation's enemies were just fast forwarded past... Mom's are like that... If their son were to be a mass murderer she would say he is not guilty... he could never do that... but deep inside she would know that she was the mass murderer... who gave her son the forty dollars... she might has well have bought the gun...