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Okay fellas. Police already have been in my house taking pictures of the enshrined girls who got raped and violently murdered. Saint Paul police have me under tight surveillance and people find my shrines in the woods to these girls and it scares the hell out of them.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9t-SPL4WRU
In the end, the primary reason I'm Fascist is I dread the thought of children exposed to what is in the entertainment industry. I don't give a shit about being a genuine Fascist, as I don't qualify, and want people to be free, but I was already into necrophiliac porn at age 10, and it's evil stuff, just a few clicks away. It's not a good liberty to have access to it.
Most guys wont want to kill, but porn is degradation, hardens the heart, causes obsessions, perversions, selfishness, immaturity, lack of Self-control. Would you want your children alone with a man heavily addicted to and obsessed with porn? Would you want your daughter with such a creep?
What prevented me from acting out the sickness, was it seemed very cowardly to do that , but I cared about the relatives of who my victims might be as well.
I used to run up to girls walking alone at night and got a scream out of one of them, and it was a delight. Another looked like she was about to faint. Another pulled out pepper spray. I would ask them for a hug and when they refuse start acting like a dangerous psycho.
But that was the extent of violence against women other than stalking, but don't even be my Internet friend.
I have an important message. Denise Naslund came into my life March 3rd 2015 after I stabbed a guy twice in the chest with a butcher knife while high on PCP and getting pushed. I believed I was the Antichrist, Joker, and death, and he said "Matthew, you devour other people's time, energy, life, and resources, you Cannibal!"
When he called me a cannibal I decided to give him a reason to make such an accusation, and believed I needed to entertain an audience of diabolical spirits to kill him and eat his face. The weird thing was, I didn't want to.
It was for some reason not possible to resist and I had absolutely no control. It was as though a prophecy and curse needed to be fulfilled and I had no say so in the matter. As worthless a destiny as that was, it seemed like destiny.....
