TheDerminator
19th February 2002, 16:02
You see my friend Adolf,
They thought you would be burning in Hell for all Eternity. Our friends Moses, Jesus, Mohammed and our Bhudda friend know better than that. They forgave the enemy a long long time ago.
The so-called "Allies" would have executed you, so I am glad you had the little sense to take your own life.
You know if you did not commit that deed, they would have had thought that they possessed the definitive proof for human justice within capital punishment.
Adolf my friend, we know there is only God's Justice, and that all other "justice" is a travesty upon the name of Justice and a travesty upon the name of God! This is the way it has always been and may always be, forever amen!
Ah Adolf, I caught them by surprise. Everyone here in Chemal was watching television, when I welcomed you personally into Chemal. I gave you a hug, and said "You were lost! But now you have been found! Now you have been found! You have found God!
Welcome to Chemal, Adolf! Welcome to Chemal!"
You see Adolf, you are important! You are important!
You always will be important!
They think you must have been mad, but I know madness. You were never really mad, although you were an irrational thinker, you were still not mad. You were never an impulsive psychopath. No my friend you were a deliberate purveyor of genocide. That deliberation is never a madness, it is the consciousness of man's inhumanity to man magnified a millionfold.
No, my friend, no one in Chemal thought you were mad. Never.
You see my friend, you see, I am all-powerful.
I am all-knowing, and I knew your every thought, and I knew when you shot Eva dead, you killed perhaps, the only thing you ever had one ouce of love for apart from your own vanity, and all of the adults in Chemal saw the deed in technicolour, because I transmitted the action live on all our screens for adults only. When a child approaches the room the television switches to a cartoon channel as you know.
How often children catch adults watching cartoons!
The children never saw little Almaz committing suicide, but you did, and you wept like the rest of us. The children never know why cartoons make us cry so much.
You see, my friend you know my powers, you know I can change, almost any mind. I can install ethos into anyone, I can install great intellect into anyone in less than one second. I am God! My powers know no limits!
You were not there, but Karl was there. Karl Marx was there. Jesus was there. Ivan the Terrible was there!
I let the children watch this one, but we never told them what they were watching!
They all know it!
I am all powerful God!
Myself, Jesus, Karl and Ivan met him.
We possessed no fear, not one shred of fear.
I could make this man disappear in shorter time than a nano-second, or I could make his body internally combust in fire! I am God!
I am all powerful God!
Am I a monster?
Would I murder this man in front of children?
Is that how I teach them compassion?
You know that is not the way of God!
You of all people know that has never been my way!
Yet, I showed the horrors this man committed!
All adults on Chemal saw those horrors!
Live as they occurred!
Live! Just as they saw the horrors at the concentration camps. Those are powerful cartoons you know.
You see Karl, Jesus, myself and Ivan met him.
He did not know us and we knew his parents presence would only upset him.
I am a six foot tall hermaphrodite, I outwardly look like a woman, and I dress as a woman. I have grey skin.
You see Adolf, no one before in history possessed such a total barbaric irrational hatred towards women, I read his thoughts, He was in complete shock and horror, totally gripped with his worst nightmare of life after death. This man thought I was the Devil.
I said "relax, you are with friends.
I am God. I am God."
I reached into his mind. I did not move.
I just went into his mind.
I did not destroy his memories.
I fused my mind with his mind.
I showed him his own childhood, I gave him a high intellect, I gave him all my understanding of ethos,
I showed him past horrors, past humanity, past kindness, I gave all my value judgements, I answered all his questions.
We did not speak it was all done in the fusion of our minds.
I physically changed his genetic make-up, although I changed little only enough to help his future children.
I changed some of the physilogically make-up of his brain, but I did not rid him of his subconsciousness, because it helps to give us real passion, and real compassion.
We could see he was about to cry, so we surrounded him, and hugged so the children could not see his distress. "Welcome to Chemal. Come meet your parents".I cut the live transmission at that point.
Nuclear physics came up as subject of a live TV debate.
Children left the rooms. We went back to our "cartoons".
His parents entered with his last victim, Mary.
Immediately the three of them rushed to hug you, and again, I cut transmission.
I said "You are no longer Jack the Ripper"
I am all-powerful God. What the Hell do I need the Devil for? I can punish the evil, like no one can punish the evil. Forgive your enemies that is the way of the Lord, and I need never show you the horrors he committed upon poor Mary. You know the way of the Lord!
I am all-powerful God. There is no punishment in Chemal, we all possess the same ethos.
The children who play with you call you Adolf, we do not cover up our crimes, and you are proud of who you have become.Proud to be Adolf Hitler, and no one will have any less respect here Adolf, we all know your name.
You know Adolf, my friend you burned books. You burned books. I do not need books. I know every book.
I know every poem. I knew from the thought each writer before they reached publication. I see into every mind. I am all-knowing, all-powerful, omni-present invisible God.
Why do I need to read anything?
Yours was a horrific book.
The second worse book.
Only the second. I bet that suprises you!
Only the second.
No there is a worse book, the only book, I have burned from my own consciousness.
You reached out to nazi-minded people seeking the purification of the Fatherland against all "degeneracy".
However, what if a book can be understood only by its author?
That is not even abstract symbolism.
It is worse than the symbolic logic of philosophy students and academics.
You will understand Adolf, it is not hard for any adult on Chemal to understand.
I keep some dark secrets Adolf, it would be abject humiliation if I had to tell all my darkest secrets. We should not have to bare our souls in public. Our ethos should be understood, and you have to trust in God. You have to trust in God.
You see, I will not name names, you have never heard of this man, it is an obscure academic book. You do not know the title.
I know the mind of the author, I know why he created this diabolical book. I know all his meanings, but only I and the author know it deeply, I challenge anyone, to tell me what a "Tina Formation" is in the same essential manner of the author, and then in depth explain its relation to the rest of the "meta-critique".
Be patient Adolf, I have a thread of thought. You see Adolf, a glossary explains a term, and I have to give you the explaination for a "Tina Formation" it is given in the glossary at the end of the book. It explains they are:
"Theories and practicies which violate axiological necessities require defence mechanisms, including [Greek symbol] lambda escape clauses, support connections which may function as Derridian supplements, and assume the form of a compromise - a Tina formation - as a necessary accomodation to reality"
Now, the Derminator laughs at this, but I do not laugh Adolf, I do not laugh, and we have to forgive the Derminator for his laughter, because we should see that if you know it is pure drivel, it a natural response is to laugh.
I am not laughing. I am God, not the Derminator, and the Derminator should better than to laugh.
You see Adolf, the nazi ideology did not need your drivel in your book to lead it to the slaughter, the slaughter would have took place whether you wrote that evil book or not.
Do you know why The Derminator should be ashamed of his laughter?
The Subtitle of this book, a title I will not name: The subtitle: The Pulse of Freedom
The Pulse of Freedom, Adolf, was there ever a more atrocious irony?
The Death of Freedom! The Death of Freedom!
The Derminator was laughing at the death of Freedom.
Still, we have to forgive, atleast The Derminator rejected it is a complete tripe, even though it is worse than tripe.
A respected so-called Marxist on the back of the book
says " deeply admire its vast range, rigour and originality. It will be a massively important work."
Atleast The Derminator treats it with derision.
I am all-powerful God. I would never give anyone my powers, and The Derminator, will never possess my powers, The Derminator is only a human being and that is all The Derminator should wish upon himself in relation to his power and mine.
Adolf, you have an imagination as your art illustrates, say I was to share my power with The Derminator. Say I was to fuse our minds together, so the Derminator no longer laughed at this evil book, what would The Derminator do with my vast powers?
You see, The Derminator did not call himself The Derminator, all his friends, and he has many friends these days call him The Derminator, and they know a friend called him it, because of the way The Derminator plays pool. The shout "God its The Derminator!" Sometimes, as he comes through the door, and he makes a crucifix sign with his fingers as in Dracula. It was the first kindness upon his own name, and it contains respect, so The Derminator likes the joke on his name.
What if I gave my powers to The Derminator, Adolf, what would he do? You see, I know his every thought, and I know exacxtly what the bastard would do.
He would replace all the housing, that would be his first move, and he would create cyborgs.
He would put all the people in the forests for one second.He would flatten every city, and every town.
He would build one huge city for everyone.
In the next second, The Derminator would place all the children in a part of the city where they had lots to do and were well looked after by the cyborgs sharing his ethos, and his understanding of philosophy.
He would part the adults from the children. He would in that second second simultaneously place each individual alone in a room.No doors. Each wall a three-dimensional screen, likewise the floor and the ceiling, the only light from the screen, and then simultaneously he would fuse with each mind raising intellect and showing all the horrors, and all our analysis of those horrors.
The Derminator would know when the last person possessed our ethos, and then, he would say "I have kept one person in the forest.
The author of The Pulse of Freedom, you can vote.You can touch the floor with any finger or you can touch the ceiling. Up for yes, down for no.
If it is yes, we welcome him as we welcomed Adolf, if it is no, you will see him on your screens, you will hear him. He will be naked hanging by his wrists.
In Iran the fundamentalists cut off toes and the let good Communist women die in agony with the blood seeping out of their feet. I will do this, with my own hands using shears for cutting the wool from sheep.
Then I will use a knife to cut out his heart.
Then I will hack his body into tiny bits, and put all the bits in a box. I will set the contents of the black box on fire, and then seal the box for ever, in eternal material.
The box will be placed in a deep basement and above the basement will be a large set of urinals for men and women and when a child reaches thirteen she or he will have to visit just once to shit or pee on an evil we should never forget.
I will vote too. I vote to welcome this man. I vote to reach up. You only leave the room when you reach up.
I know all your thoughts you cannot deceive me.
I know it is a fait accompli, no I did not leave him the forest he is amongst us. Let's go to the children. The cyborgs are nice, but they are not mum and dad. This dead philsophy, never deserves to become an important piece of work!"
I could not give The Derminator the power Adolf, because I move in mysterious ways, and I never share my dark secrets.
So what is the point of the story Adolf?
I do have my mysterious ways. Glad The Derminator is never gonna be scared of death again, glad he made up with his brother. Hope he can derminate me. I am have no intentions of coming for The Derminator just yet. We have a similar brutal sense of humour, and I am to busy to be laughing all the time.
Will he ever believe in me?
Only if I give him a hug!
Sweet dreams my friend Adolf, but do not sleep too contently, the "cartoons" are keeping up to their usual standards, and that is me
durpinated.
Do I think The Derminator owes the monkerator, and an apology? No, he knows for certain that this was a spiritual equal, but he needed to hammer the monkerator a little, because, say a child said blah blah blah after I spoke, I would feel hurt with the disrespect, and I would speak to the parents in no uncertain terms.
You see that is what I would mean if I ever had to use the word "durp" - you have no real respect for me, and you know, Adolf, I call all humans durpinators, because if you do not possess my ethos, you do not respect God.
Let The Derminator stick to the diary in his website, atleaast, he can control what filfth enters into his head there, to some extent, and he has quite a sodden mind you know.
Atleast you do not durpinate me Adolf, but do I durpinate myself? Something, you have to work out yourself, dark secrets, mysteriality...The mystification of the unknown..nothingness, and you will never know my friend, because something cannot come from nothingness, as we well know.
They thought you would be burning in Hell for all Eternity. Our friends Moses, Jesus, Mohammed and our Bhudda friend know better than that. They forgave the enemy a long long time ago.
The so-called "Allies" would have executed you, so I am glad you had the little sense to take your own life.
You know if you did not commit that deed, they would have had thought that they possessed the definitive proof for human justice within capital punishment.
Adolf my friend, we know there is only God's Justice, and that all other "justice" is a travesty upon the name of Justice and a travesty upon the name of God! This is the way it has always been and may always be, forever amen!
Ah Adolf, I caught them by surprise. Everyone here in Chemal was watching television, when I welcomed you personally into Chemal. I gave you a hug, and said "You were lost! But now you have been found! Now you have been found! You have found God!
Welcome to Chemal, Adolf! Welcome to Chemal!"
You see Adolf, you are important! You are important!
You always will be important!
They think you must have been mad, but I know madness. You were never really mad, although you were an irrational thinker, you were still not mad. You were never an impulsive psychopath. No my friend you were a deliberate purveyor of genocide. That deliberation is never a madness, it is the consciousness of man's inhumanity to man magnified a millionfold.
No, my friend, no one in Chemal thought you were mad. Never.
You see my friend, you see, I am all-powerful.
I am all-knowing, and I knew your every thought, and I knew when you shot Eva dead, you killed perhaps, the only thing you ever had one ouce of love for apart from your own vanity, and all of the adults in Chemal saw the deed in technicolour, because I transmitted the action live on all our screens for adults only. When a child approaches the room the television switches to a cartoon channel as you know.
How often children catch adults watching cartoons!
The children never saw little Almaz committing suicide, but you did, and you wept like the rest of us. The children never know why cartoons make us cry so much.
You see, my friend you know my powers, you know I can change, almost any mind. I can install ethos into anyone, I can install great intellect into anyone in less than one second. I am God! My powers know no limits!
You were not there, but Karl was there. Karl Marx was there. Jesus was there. Ivan the Terrible was there!
I let the children watch this one, but we never told them what they were watching!
They all know it!
I am all powerful God!
Myself, Jesus, Karl and Ivan met him.
We possessed no fear, not one shred of fear.
I could make this man disappear in shorter time than a nano-second, or I could make his body internally combust in fire! I am God!
I am all powerful God!
Am I a monster?
Would I murder this man in front of children?
Is that how I teach them compassion?
You know that is not the way of God!
You of all people know that has never been my way!
Yet, I showed the horrors this man committed!
All adults on Chemal saw those horrors!
Live as they occurred!
Live! Just as they saw the horrors at the concentration camps. Those are powerful cartoons you know.
You see Karl, Jesus, myself and Ivan met him.
He did not know us and we knew his parents presence would only upset him.
I am a six foot tall hermaphrodite, I outwardly look like a woman, and I dress as a woman. I have grey skin.
You see Adolf, no one before in history possessed such a total barbaric irrational hatred towards women, I read his thoughts, He was in complete shock and horror, totally gripped with his worst nightmare of life after death. This man thought I was the Devil.
I said "relax, you are with friends.
I am God. I am God."
I reached into his mind. I did not move.
I just went into his mind.
I did not destroy his memories.
I fused my mind with his mind.
I showed him his own childhood, I gave him a high intellect, I gave him all my understanding of ethos,
I showed him past horrors, past humanity, past kindness, I gave all my value judgements, I answered all his questions.
We did not speak it was all done in the fusion of our minds.
I physically changed his genetic make-up, although I changed little only enough to help his future children.
I changed some of the physilogically make-up of his brain, but I did not rid him of his subconsciousness, because it helps to give us real passion, and real compassion.
We could see he was about to cry, so we surrounded him, and hugged so the children could not see his distress. "Welcome to Chemal. Come meet your parents".I cut the live transmission at that point.
Nuclear physics came up as subject of a live TV debate.
Children left the rooms. We went back to our "cartoons".
His parents entered with his last victim, Mary.
Immediately the three of them rushed to hug you, and again, I cut transmission.
I said "You are no longer Jack the Ripper"
I am all-powerful God. What the Hell do I need the Devil for? I can punish the evil, like no one can punish the evil. Forgive your enemies that is the way of the Lord, and I need never show you the horrors he committed upon poor Mary. You know the way of the Lord!
I am all-powerful God. There is no punishment in Chemal, we all possess the same ethos.
The children who play with you call you Adolf, we do not cover up our crimes, and you are proud of who you have become.Proud to be Adolf Hitler, and no one will have any less respect here Adolf, we all know your name.
You know Adolf, my friend you burned books. You burned books. I do not need books. I know every book.
I know every poem. I knew from the thought each writer before they reached publication. I see into every mind. I am all-knowing, all-powerful, omni-present invisible God.
Why do I need to read anything?
Yours was a horrific book.
The second worse book.
Only the second. I bet that suprises you!
Only the second.
No there is a worse book, the only book, I have burned from my own consciousness.
You reached out to nazi-minded people seeking the purification of the Fatherland against all "degeneracy".
However, what if a book can be understood only by its author?
That is not even abstract symbolism.
It is worse than the symbolic logic of philosophy students and academics.
You will understand Adolf, it is not hard for any adult on Chemal to understand.
I keep some dark secrets Adolf, it would be abject humiliation if I had to tell all my darkest secrets. We should not have to bare our souls in public. Our ethos should be understood, and you have to trust in God. You have to trust in God.
You see, I will not name names, you have never heard of this man, it is an obscure academic book. You do not know the title.
I know the mind of the author, I know why he created this diabolical book. I know all his meanings, but only I and the author know it deeply, I challenge anyone, to tell me what a "Tina Formation" is in the same essential manner of the author, and then in depth explain its relation to the rest of the "meta-critique".
Be patient Adolf, I have a thread of thought. You see Adolf, a glossary explains a term, and I have to give you the explaination for a "Tina Formation" it is given in the glossary at the end of the book. It explains they are:
"Theories and practicies which violate axiological necessities require defence mechanisms, including [Greek symbol] lambda escape clauses, support connections which may function as Derridian supplements, and assume the form of a compromise - a Tina formation - as a necessary accomodation to reality"
Now, the Derminator laughs at this, but I do not laugh Adolf, I do not laugh, and we have to forgive the Derminator for his laughter, because we should see that if you know it is pure drivel, it a natural response is to laugh.
I am not laughing. I am God, not the Derminator, and the Derminator should better than to laugh.
You see Adolf, the nazi ideology did not need your drivel in your book to lead it to the slaughter, the slaughter would have took place whether you wrote that evil book or not.
Do you know why The Derminator should be ashamed of his laughter?
The Subtitle of this book, a title I will not name: The subtitle: The Pulse of Freedom
The Pulse of Freedom, Adolf, was there ever a more atrocious irony?
The Death of Freedom! The Death of Freedom!
The Derminator was laughing at the death of Freedom.
Still, we have to forgive, atleast The Derminator rejected it is a complete tripe, even though it is worse than tripe.
A respected so-called Marxist on the back of the book
says " deeply admire its vast range, rigour and originality. It will be a massively important work."
Atleast The Derminator treats it with derision.
I am all-powerful God. I would never give anyone my powers, and The Derminator, will never possess my powers, The Derminator is only a human being and that is all The Derminator should wish upon himself in relation to his power and mine.
Adolf, you have an imagination as your art illustrates, say I was to share my power with The Derminator. Say I was to fuse our minds together, so the Derminator no longer laughed at this evil book, what would The Derminator do with my vast powers?
You see, The Derminator did not call himself The Derminator, all his friends, and he has many friends these days call him The Derminator, and they know a friend called him it, because of the way The Derminator plays pool. The shout "God its The Derminator!" Sometimes, as he comes through the door, and he makes a crucifix sign with his fingers as in Dracula. It was the first kindness upon his own name, and it contains respect, so The Derminator likes the joke on his name.
What if I gave my powers to The Derminator, Adolf, what would he do? You see, I know his every thought, and I know exacxtly what the bastard would do.
He would replace all the housing, that would be his first move, and he would create cyborgs.
He would put all the people in the forests for one second.He would flatten every city, and every town.
He would build one huge city for everyone.
In the next second, The Derminator would place all the children in a part of the city where they had lots to do and were well looked after by the cyborgs sharing his ethos, and his understanding of philosophy.
He would part the adults from the children. He would in that second second simultaneously place each individual alone in a room.No doors. Each wall a three-dimensional screen, likewise the floor and the ceiling, the only light from the screen, and then simultaneously he would fuse with each mind raising intellect and showing all the horrors, and all our analysis of those horrors.
The Derminator would know when the last person possessed our ethos, and then, he would say "I have kept one person in the forest.
The author of The Pulse of Freedom, you can vote.You can touch the floor with any finger or you can touch the ceiling. Up for yes, down for no.
If it is yes, we welcome him as we welcomed Adolf, if it is no, you will see him on your screens, you will hear him. He will be naked hanging by his wrists.
In Iran the fundamentalists cut off toes and the let good Communist women die in agony with the blood seeping out of their feet. I will do this, with my own hands using shears for cutting the wool from sheep.
Then I will use a knife to cut out his heart.
Then I will hack his body into tiny bits, and put all the bits in a box. I will set the contents of the black box on fire, and then seal the box for ever, in eternal material.
The box will be placed in a deep basement and above the basement will be a large set of urinals for men and women and when a child reaches thirteen she or he will have to visit just once to shit or pee on an evil we should never forget.
I will vote too. I vote to welcome this man. I vote to reach up. You only leave the room when you reach up.
I know all your thoughts you cannot deceive me.
I know it is a fait accompli, no I did not leave him the forest he is amongst us. Let's go to the children. The cyborgs are nice, but they are not mum and dad. This dead philsophy, never deserves to become an important piece of work!"
I could not give The Derminator the power Adolf, because I move in mysterious ways, and I never share my dark secrets.
So what is the point of the story Adolf?
I do have my mysterious ways. Glad The Derminator is never gonna be scared of death again, glad he made up with his brother. Hope he can derminate me. I am have no intentions of coming for The Derminator just yet. We have a similar brutal sense of humour, and I am to busy to be laughing all the time.
Will he ever believe in me?
Only if I give him a hug!
Sweet dreams my friend Adolf, but do not sleep too contently, the "cartoons" are keeping up to their usual standards, and that is me
durpinated.
Do I think The Derminator owes the monkerator, and an apology? No, he knows for certain that this was a spiritual equal, but he needed to hammer the monkerator a little, because, say a child said blah blah blah after I spoke, I would feel hurt with the disrespect, and I would speak to the parents in no uncertain terms.
You see that is what I would mean if I ever had to use the word "durp" - you have no real respect for me, and you know, Adolf, I call all humans durpinators, because if you do not possess my ethos, you do not respect God.
Let The Derminator stick to the diary in his website, atleaast, he can control what filfth enters into his head there, to some extent, and he has quite a sodden mind you know.
Atleast you do not durpinate me Adolf, but do I durpinate myself? Something, you have to work out yourself, dark secrets, mysteriality...The mystification of the unknown..nothingness, and you will never know my friend, because something cannot come from nothingness, as we well know.