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Ah but so much hatred, so much anger. Devoid of meaning and any hope for personal happiness,
Sadkov hanged on to the last thing that kept him linked to the world: his hatred for those who put him there. Alas, it was not enough; there had to be a meaning, a plan, a conspiracy
! Things don't just happen, they must have a meaning
!
Ah, but there it was. The jewish octopus, spreading its invisible tentacles all around the world, hard to prove and impossible to disprove. Aye, he had finally found what he wanted. A master plan. A responsible. A receptacle for his hatred. A meaning to life.
Look, look and see the tragic sadness inside this man. Somewhere deep inside, he knows that it is all false, all wrong. But he cannot abandon his quest, for it is all he has. He must keep fighting. The windmills must fall
!