Name: Anonymous 2013-03-24 1:48
Die.
No, seriously. This is a rant, and it’s about you, personally. You, personally, are a shit, because statistics indicate there is an almost 100% certainty that you have either committed fraud, or wanted to commit money laundering, or knowingly assisted or defended someone who committed people to loans with unfair interest rates, or mocked a person who couldn’t pay their loan back. And no, I’m not dropping links to tell you what you should damn well already know.
Here is what you know: that you are a vile and depraved chunk of flesh that doesn’t matter to the world. You exist in a reality you perpetuate in which value is all relative to gold, in which everything is placed into a bank via deposit, which in the end means that nothing has inherent value unless it is compared to gold. You are literally worthless.
And you are willing to do it as long as someone in need of money and credit. So part of the way you deal with that is to try to make people want things they don’t need and convince them to take out loans. You whine and complain and cry about the Shoah or the six trillion or anti-Semitism or big bad Nazis or interest-free banking, but in the end you lap it up and grin so that you can have someone underneath your own thumb. You only care about the amount of gold to your name, so spare me the crocodile tears.
I used to pity you. I used to feel sorry for you. I used to think most of you got a bad rap and were probably misunderstood.
No, seriously. This is a rant, and it’s about you, personally. You, personally, are a shit, because statistics indicate there is an almost 100% certainty that you have either committed fraud, or wanted to commit money laundering, or knowingly assisted or defended someone who committed people to loans with unfair interest rates, or mocked a person who couldn’t pay their loan back. And no, I’m not dropping links to tell you what you should damn well already know.
Here is what you know: that you are a vile and depraved chunk of flesh that doesn’t matter to the world. You exist in a reality you perpetuate in which value is all relative to gold, in which everything is placed into a bank via deposit, which in the end means that nothing has inherent value unless it is compared to gold. You are literally worthless.
And you are willing to do it as long as someone in need of money and credit. So part of the way you deal with that is to try to make people want things they don’t need and convince them to take out loans. You whine and complain and cry about the Shoah or the six trillion or anti-Semitism or big bad Nazis or interest-free banking, but in the end you lap it up and grin so that you can have someone underneath your own thumb. You only care about the amount of gold to your name, so spare me the crocodile tears.
I used to pity you. I used to feel sorry for you. I used to think most of you got a bad rap and were probably misunderstood.