Posts by placidwolf27

Zachary Mendoza2 said:Their parents lived through the Great Depression, and those lean years stayed with them forever. 😳
We need to make sure our kids eat their fill while food is actually available, because who knows what tomorrow looks like.

But the fallout from all that is that in generations which never experienced true deprivation, half the kids reach late puberty without ever knowing what it means to be hungry... essentially, food isn't viewed with that same survivalist reverence; for some, the whole concept of "sustenance" is just an annoying daily chore.

Take me, for instance—I actually enjoy eating, even if I don't act like it, but sometimes the sheer creativity of whatever my family tries to invent at the dinner table just makes me lose my appetite entirely...
I remember when I was a kid, it was practically a full-time job—I’d spend three hours a day forced to clear my plate regardless of how much I wanted to, all while enduring an hour of nagging, endless questions, and more food being piled onto my plate despite my protests... every single day.

Honestly, if they had just let me go hungry for a few days back then, they wouldn't be spending the rest of my life asking me if I've eaten yet.

Furthermore, the idea that this behavior is purely a lingering reflex from an era of scarcity isn't necessarily the truth...

For example, my mother is highly educated—she spent decades in a very demanding intellectual career—and I doubt she ever faced genuine hunger in her life. You would think that once she comes home, or even now that she’s retired and can do whatever she wants, she might focus on something other than the constant cycle of wondering if I've eaten, what I ate, how much I ate, and what's on the menu for tomorrow.

Well, I've told her enough times that I don't care about the meal plan, that I can cook for myself, and that I don't understand how she can ask me the same thing ten times a day... so, she stopped asking me.
Now, she asks my father instead—asking him if he's eaten, how much, and when.

My father, as far as I know, actually did experience periods of real hunger growing up—he didn't have it easy, and he went through some rough patches—but I never experienced that kind of psychological drilling from him, especially not regarding food. As long as there is food, everything is fine... though I do remember him telling me when I was young that you never throw away bread, and that was the extent of it. I got the point, and that was that.

As for my mother, she can throw away as much food as she likes; the important thing for her is simply knowing that I've eaten, what I ate, how much I ate, and ideally, that I ate in her presence so she can confirm it herself.

It's all a bit bizarre...

I honestly feel like a huge portion of women from certain generations don't give much thought to anything else besides whether the kids have eaten, what’s on the menu for dinner, keeping the house tidy, tracking the family drama—and the neighbors' business—and planning tomorrow's meals

It isn't even their fault, really—they were just conditioned this way since they were little girls, likely following the exact same blueprint laid down by their mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, and so on... a cycle that probably stretches back to when the first settlers were wandering through the wilderness... if not even before that

In a sense, it makes total sense—I see it myself in how my grandmother used to think, and now my mother does the same. These are fundamentally pragmatic concerns—the absolute essentials: food, cleanliness, health, security, more food... just an endless loop of the same things
The issue is that this mindset evolves into a form of chronic anxiety—this specific way of thinking draws its emotional fuel from constant worrying, which eventually becomes absurd—bordering on morbid at times

I suspect that for many mothers, grandmothers, and aunts... it would actually be an immense mental strain if they decided to stop hovering for just one day, or stopped asking everyone if they were hungry. I think a woman might actually start screaming at some point, because the brain simply doesn't know how to function without that constant routine running in the background

It’s similar to how a mother teaches her daughter that everything must be spotless, that everything needs to be tucked away, that it can't be done this way or that way, or how careful she needs to be while cooking... then, as is tradition, the girl grows up carrying that same neurosis, which she later projects onto her boyfriend, her husband, or whoever she's living with—passing it down from mother to daughter in an infinite loop

Does anyone happen to know what the deal is with that doctor—or doctor, I think—is their paperwork finally sorted out, or are they still dealing with some kind of bureaucratic headache from the federal government?

Is there a hint of a nod toward District 9 here?

I’m an only child—my parents did everything humanly possible to provide for me, really busting their backs over my upbringing... they obsessed over every little triviality, and my mother, in particular, was quite taxing—borderline neurotic, honestly. And despite all their frantic efforts, I rarely felt any real connection to the values they were trying to instill

I’ve often thought about what it would be like to have a large family at some point—maybe after I hit 30—with a wife who actually has some agency, and perhaps four or five children... I’d make sure they had the basics and finished high school, but beyond that? They can figure out the rest of life on their own

I have this nagging suspicion that they might actually turn out to be better people that way

It seems I have nothing to work with here... just a single name. If there was supposed to be a post or a message attached to this, it didn't make it through—which, frankly, isn't surprising given how unreliable things can be lately... If you have the actual text you want me to rework, please send it over. I'll be here... waiting. The user says:
It seems you don't have the answer to my question—and frankly, neither do I... But that leads me to a certain assumption: perhaps everything we conjure up in our minds actually possesses the potential to manifest. Especially those desires we crave most effortlessly... though, I suspect there's a reason why some wishes remain out of reach. Sometimes fear is simply too overwhelming, or perhaps we grip our desires so tightly—with such a desperate, frantic intensity—that we inadvertently choke the life out of them, keeping them locked away within ourselves instead of letting them breathe... All this reading I've done regarding desire and positive thinking has sparked a genuine curiosity in me. I won't pretend I became a true believer the second I finished the last page—that would be naive—but rather, I began to feel the weight of these concepts on my own skin...

What exactly can one desire—something truly worth wanting—that might actually manifest without the need for constant, grinding action...? It’s a heavy question... one that gets to the very core of how we perceive our own agency in this life.

Ultimately, one has to wonder—what is that fundamental relationship between the self and the world you actually inhabit?... It’s the core of everything, really...

Suppose it were actually true—that you could simply manifest anything your heart desires through nothing more than the sheer force of your thoughts... It’s a seductive notion, isn't it? That we hold the master key to our own reality just by shifting our mental frequency...
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Is that really how you want to live? Just drifting through life like you’re stuck in a massive, endless shopping mall—where everything you touch is just another line of debt...

Can't you see that what we're looking at is essentially just consumerism being elevated to a whole new level of absurdity...?

It assumes a total alienation from everything that comes before—the appropriation of a finished product, or perhaps just the shallow enjoyment of a ready-made phenomenon... It’s practically a negation of all the underlying processes that actually put you in the position you occupy, the very things that make any kind of possibility exist in the first place.

It’s funny how we try to categorize everything—to pin down exactly what makes us tick—as if life were some sort of organized spreadsheet... but the more I look at the intersection of our internal state and our physical reality, the more I realize how little we actually control. We cling to these rigid definitions of "fact," yet we ignore the profound influence that our own perceptions have on our very cells. It’s a bit exhausting, really... watching everyone scramble for answers in all the wrong places. kaže:
Here is another instance where things actually worked out exactly as I envisioned... I had my heart set on getting a cat, though I knew from the jump that my parents would never agree to it—they’ve had some past bad experiences with pets, not that the specifics really matter now—so my only real shot at having a kitten was if I happened to stumble upon an abandoned one outside, just enough to pull at my mom's heartstrings. That was the goal...
So, I finally make the trip over to my boyfriend’s place—he lives in one of those dense high-rise apartment complexes downtown—and the whole atmosphere is just... different. As I'm standing there, I can hear this unmistakable sound drifting through the windows—this intense, frantic meowing and growling that I honestly haven't heard anything like it before. It wasn't just a little noise, either; if I could hear it from the street, I'm certain every single neighbor in that building was listening too. I don't know... I guess deep down, I already knew exactly what was happening...🙂I rushed outside only to find this tiny little kitten shivering there... just a small, helpless thing hiding under a parked SUV and crying out for help. Honestly, I have no idea where he even came from—he was so terrified at first that he wouldn't let me get anywhere near him—but once I finally managed to scoop him up and give him some affection, he became my shadow... wouldn't leave my side for a second. My mom gave me the green light to keep him, so, well... looks like my wish finally came true.

So, where exactly would a character like that just... manifest from? It’s not like he was born into this—he certainly wasn't shaped by any traditional upbringing or lineage...
You see exactly what I'm getting at...
Mačić is a total menace...
It looks like the cat finally gave birth...
Some sort of process has unfolded...
Out of that group of ten to twelve... half of them probably just perished or vanished entirely...
Perhaps she left him behind because there just wasn't enough food to go around—and he was always the weaker one...
So, that’s the conclusion then—the universe itself has conspired just to make sure your wish comes true...

The fundamental issue here—if we can even call it that—is that this entire recent wave of New Age literature is peddling a perspective that is profoundly uncritical, utterly nonsensical, and politically quite problematic... which wouldn't be such a catastrophe if people weren't swallowing it whole like mindless sheep.

My favorite part of that documentary—if you can even call it that—is when Seronja drops that line about how it’s no coincidence that the top 1% holds the vast majority of the wealth... they possess the secret, while everyone else down here is too busy failing to think positively...

It’s hardly a coincidence—for the most part, I find myself agreeing with you...

In fact, this entire line of reasoning was essentially designed to pacify the masses.
If you're feeling miserable, it’s because you aren't thinking "happy thoughts." If something is bothering you, just think positively—and of course, the entire universe exists solely to fulfill your every whim. Once you master that, you'll be happy, and that will be the ultimate truth... meanwhile, anything that doesn't directly involve you is essentially irrelevant—because, well, why bother? It doesn't affect you. Just keep thinking positively, and everything will be fine...

There are various schools of thought that prioritize hard work, personal grit, and relentless focus on a goal... but which, if we're being honest and looking at things through a slightly more functional lens, ultimately yield the exact same result—reducing everything down to the level of cheap, New Age wish fulfillment.

At their core, these are just different variations of Protestantism...
With wish fulfillment, they simply strip away the requirement for actual labor.
With various corporate ideologies, they merely tweak the ethics—just a little bit.

Ultimately, the conclusion remains identical: it isn't an accident that the top 10% holds the vast majority of the wealth; God loves them, while those at the bottom simply didn't pray hard enough.

And honestly, these aren't some groundbreaking ideas that Rhonda pulled out of thin air...
This narrative has been playing out for decades.
Even Marcuse was writing about positive thinking and the suppression of negativity...

Besides, it should be obvious to you that the whole mess is just a massive clusterfuck repackaged by all those major self-help gurus currently operating across America and Australia. Rhonda eventually put her name on it—who knows why? Perhaps they figured sales would climb if there was a human face attached to it rather than just some faceless corporate entity behind the scenes.

neongardener2 said:But I'm wondering, if this is all just total nonsense like people say, how do you explain people's actual experiences that seem to back up what's in The Secret and stuff? Like, people who actually got what they wanted?

For example, my own experience when I was terrified of a specific situation and then it happened in real life exactly word-for-word how I imagined it. Or even a wish I had that came true perfectly, which I don't really want to get into here either.

They say the more specific the wish, the faster it happens. Like, I pictured someone saying a specific sentence, and then it actually happened just like that.

So, how would you explain that?

p.s. Ever since I stopped believing in coincidences and started noticing little signs and patterns, I see numbers like 111 or 222 almost every single day (your post was kind of symbolic too, maybe, since it was 1111). Or I'll be thinking about some random topic and then suddenly see an article about it in the news or on TV that same day. There was also this one time during an interview process. There was this show on, doesn't matter what, and my mom tells me, "Hey, that might be a question they ask you" (just general knowledge stuff). Then I get to the interview and the very first question is exactly what she predicted. Even with my boyfriend, we'll call each other at the exact same time or think the same thing.

So, what is all that? How do you make sense of it?

Hold on now—if we assume there is some meaningful interaction between you and the system you inhabit, do you think you have more influence over the system, or does the system exert more influence over you?

Actually, scratch that—it's a bit of a trick question, not really relevant...

How do you explain it?
Do you know?
Do *you* know?

Well, I'm sure Rhonda knows... who else would be better equipped?

It's not as if people haven't delved deeper into these experiences and reached all sorts of conclusions...

Of course, the most logical explanation is simply that when you think of the color blue, you happen to notice a blue car...

But what exactly does that explain?

And I'm not saying you're talking nonsense, because one can't truly know...
If this happens to you frequently, why not find a way to investigate it properly?
Experiment, document everything, write a book, and make millions...

And naturally, let it be about how to manifest all your desires...
Because that's the only part that matters...

They teach you how to want things, so you might as well learn how to fulfill them before you grow tired of the whole game...

There's this guy I know who's having issues with a wall—someone built it about four inches too close to his balcony, so now he has this unintended pantry, even though I don't think that's what he wanted...

Perhaps he could try to wish, in the right way, for the wall to come down—or at least for someone to put a window in it...

But what if the other person wants the wall to stay exactly where it is?

Whose will prevails?

What exactly constitutes the pinnacle of this concept? The "power of intention" has been dissected by countless thinkers—far more than most people realize—long before Rhonda Byrne ever brought it into the mainstream spotlight...
Some did it through methods that were seriously subversive, intense—even outright illegal...

It’s actually quite fascinating how Rhonda Byrne’s philosophy manages to align itself so perfectly with the status quo—how it presents itself as this seemingly benign, shallow, and ultimately quite limited way of thinking...

The secret is quite unassuming—and surprisingly optimistic...
Anyone can attract wealth—it’s really that simple, though most people spend their entire lives looking for a complicated shortcut that doesn't exist...
Well... I suppose that's one way to start a conversation. Just a single, enthusiastic outburst—no context, no substance, just pure, unadulterated energy... I can only assume there's a reason for such exuberance, though I won't be holding my breath for an explanation...
Anyone can indulge in positive thinking... if they have the stomach for it. It’s easy enough to sit around and visualize success—it's practically the modern American pastime—but there is a vast, yawning chasm between merely "thinking positive" and actually navigating the grit of reality...
Well... that was certainly enthusiastic... if somewhat brief...
It seems to me that when things inevitably go sideways for someone—when life decides to throw a wrench in the works—it’s rarely just bad luck... It’s usually because they haven't quite mastered the art of directing their own thoughts. They aren't channeling those positive intentions in the right way, or perhaps not at all... It’s a subtle distinction, but a vital one.
Well... that’s certainly one way to start a conversation—if we can even call it that...
Anyone can engineer a happy life simply by mastering their own mindset—it really is that straightforward if you have the discipline... there’s absolutely no excuse to dwell on negativity regarding the world around us. All that ugliness people complain about? It isn't some grand conspiracy of broken systems or sweeping societal shifts—it's nothing more than a direct reflection of our own pessimism and those dark, ugly thoughts we refuse to let go of...
Well... I suppose that's one way to express enthusiasm... even if it lacks any real substance or context...
If you find yourself facing a layoff or getting canned... honestly, all you really need is the right mindset to keep moving forward...
Well... that was certainly something...
When disaster starts looming on the horizon—and let’s be honest, it always does—you really have to cling to the delusion that you’ll somehow remain untouched by the fallout...

Is that really how it goes?...

I find myself thinking that it’s hardly a coincidence—not by a long shot—that the secret from Rhonda Byrne surfaced right on the precipice of the crisis...

I don't mean to suggest there was some sort of direct causal link...
In reality, both are just different facets of the exact same ideology...

Just imagine if someone actually decided to get serious today and start telling this exact same story... only with this particular version of events;

The link provided leads to a video that seems to touch upon certain psychological or motivational themes—perhaps something akin to the principles found in the works of Rhonda Byrne... though even those can feel a bit overly optimistic if you've been around the block a few times. It’s one of those digital rabbit holes where you start looking for answers and end up questioning the fundamental mechanics of how we perceive reality. I find myself staring at these things more often than I should—it’s a bit of a distraction from the grind, I suppose... regardless of whether the content actually holds water or is just another polished attempt at selling a dream.

I find myself thinking of them every single time someone starts babbling about "The Secret," the power of manifestation, the supposed influence of thought, or any other brand of that mystical, New Age nonsense...

It’s actually quite fascinating—even if they’re essentially preaching the same gospel, there is such a radical difference in their fundamental approach... the emphasis shifts toward entirely different priorities altogether...

After running a bit of an analysis through my head—digging past the surface-level noise—it becomes increasingly clear that these individuals were actually walking the exact same ideological path all along... despite how different they might have appeared on paper.
Radical individualism—the absolute imperative to become self-reliant—the way our mental projections warp the reality we think we inhabit... It’s all part of this modern obsession with self-transformation through sheer willpower and thought alone. We prioritize our own whims above everything else, treating objective truth as if it were entirely relative... There are so many different flavors of self-indulgence surfacing lately—this relentless insistence on finding some sort of "authentic self" that supposedly exists beneath the surface...

The fundamental issue—if we can even call it that anymore—is simply that people took things too far... they pushed until there was nothing left to push.
But until the very end...
So, how does one actually discern which desire is worth pursuing in the first place?... It’s a question that haunts most people, I suppose—this endless, restless searching through a fog of fleeting impulses and societal expectations. We spend our lives chasing shadows, thinking we want the promotion, the bigger house in the suburbs, or the approval of strangers, only to realize later that we were merely running on a treadmill designed by someone else... The truth is, distinguishing a genuine soul-deep longing from a passing whim is an exhausting exercise in self-reflection. You have to strip away the noise—the constant chatter of social media, the pressure from your peers, the relentless drive of American consumerism—and sit in that uncomfortable silence until you can hear your own pulse again. A real desire doesn't scream at you; it doesn't demand immediate gratification like some cheap dopamine hit. It’s quieter... more persistent... a steady hum in the background of your life that refuses to be ignored, no matter how much you try to drown it out with distractions...
On what specific criteria are you basing your desires...?
Do you ever stop to consider that this entire society—this relentless, grinding machine we call modern life—is actually designed to train you into a state of constant, unquenchable wanting? It’s all very calculated... the way everything around us is engineered to ensure we never feel quite satisfied with what we already hold...
So, how does one actually arrive at their own true desire—that single, authentic North Star... if such a thing even exists?
Their ultimate conclusion was nothing short of a radical act of self-revelation—the kind that only follows an equally radical emancipation of both the mind and the culture... It required intense, grueling deprogramming before they could even begin the process of such a sweeping, transformative self-reinvention.
It involved a process of self-interrogation—a deep, visceral dive into one's own most depraved and repressed desires, those darkest, most unpalatable fears, and particularly the sexual fantasies we usually bury under layers of social decorum... It was about actively engaging with, and even vicariously living out, everything that seemed impossible to manifest in reality. The whole point was to serve a collective purpose by fundamentally restructuring one’s existence—modifying their lifestyle, their behavior, their beliefs, their very thoughts, and their physical selves. It was a systematic stripping away of anything that wasn't entirely congruent with the truth, peeling back the layers one by one until nothing remained but that singular, core way of being... that one ultimate desire which a human being craves above all else...

It’s an interesting comparison... if you look closely enough.
Honestly, they’re discussing the exact same subject—but the ways they approach it are so wildly divergent that you’d almost think they weren't even talking about the same thing... It’s as if they have no common ground at all, let alone any shared purpose or function...

I find that this serves as a perfect illustration of just how much of a superficial, consumerist farce the secret is—a sort of final, desperate gasp of optimism... a frantic belief in a paradigm of cheerful alienation and self-satisfaction, where one simply ignores the surrounding decay after the collapse of history has already taken its toll...

And in the end, it’s all just rotting postmodernism...

So, I was just sitting here wondering... what would actually happen if someone—someone with even a modicum of sense—actually started writing about the necessity of critical thinking? It’s a curious thought, isn't it? In an era where everyone seems to be reacting purely on instinct or following the latest digital mob, the idea of deep, analytical reasoning feels almost like a lost art... almost subversive, even.
That concept is... well, it’s fairly old-school at this point—certainly nothing new under the sun...
Simple...
Critical thinking... or rather, the lack thereof in our modern discourse—it’s becoming a lost art, isn't it? We seem to have traded deep analysis for the quick dopamine hit of a headline or a trending soundbite. It’s all surface-level noise now... everyone has an opinion, but very few people actually bother to peel back the layers to see what’s actually driving the sentiment. True critical thinking requires a certain level of intellectual stamina—something that feels increasingly rare in an era designed to shorten our attention spans. You have to be willing to question your own biases, to sit with the discomfort of being wrong, and to look past the obvious narrative... which, let’s face it, is rarely the whole truth. It’s exhausting work, staying skeptical when the world is practically begging you to just pick a side and stop thinking. But then again, maybe that’s just the price we pay for living in such a loud, cluttered society...

Would they actually be as successful as Rhonda Byrne... or is that just wishful thinking?

Joseph Miller41 said:Is it actually possible to manifest your dreams just by having massive faith and an intense desire to make them happen?
I’ve been doing some deep dives into this lately, and I’ve even heard some people share stories about how, if you just want something bad enough—like, truly believe in it with everything you've got—and then just let go and trust the process, things magically fall into place. It's like you set the intention and then just step back and let the universe do its thing.
Has anyone else here actually experienced something like this??

Oh, absolutely. I know a guy who wanted more free time for his hobbies, so he went out and got himself fired...

Now he has zero money for those hobbies...

But hey, at least he has the time...

A total win-win...

Let’s be serious for a second...

No...

Why so serious? It’s not like we’re discussing a national crisis...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJGMFu74a70

Here is a shorter version with some illustrations, in case you prefer a visual aid...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5um8...eature=channel

Jacob Newman77 said:My take? A masochist consciously leans into the pain. I’m not experiencing it that way. For me, it’s all happening deep in the unconscious... I don't know. Maybe that isn't the perfect illustration of Jouissance. Does anyone have a better example?

If we aren't talking about masochism, then wouldn't the essence be the sudden intrusion or the shifting of jouissance into the realm of the conscious?
If one could put it that way...

I don’t personally struggle with that—I feel the pity and all that, so I just choose to ignore it

It can be pleasant from time to time... there is a certain gratification found in someone else's misery, especially if you have the capacity to empathize and actually see yourself in their position

Sometimes it serves as a way to toughen oneself up—for instance, when some situation triggers an overwhelming wave of sympathy, it usually just irritates me or feels pathetic... like seeing a litter of stray kittens on a street corner in Chicago, and you just think, damn it, what happens next? Who feeds them? Who deals with them when they turn into massive animals? Just leave it alone, for God's sake

So, my question is... if you weren't feeling that nagging sense of guilt, would you actually find yourself lacking that sense of pity?

And what exactly is this pity you're talking about—do you actually need it for some practical reason, or are you just feeling a sense of guilt...
and why wouldn't one feel joy? What is there to lack when it comes to joy?

Well, strictly punishing such acts would merely drive them underground—forcing everything into the shadows. That might seem like a win, I suppose, only insofar as it prevents people from witnessing it and keeps the rest of the population from participating... effectively reducing it to a non-event rather than a societal issue.

In fact, that’s exactly what happens with many similar phenomena—for those very reasons...

It doesn't necessarily mean these things would happen significantly less often; it just limits the opportunity for them to occur more frequently...

Perhaps proximity breeds familiarity... or just more opinion...

The individual who kicked that cat probably isn't some textbook psychopath—it’s more likely a byproduct of a mindset where an animal is viewed as disposable, especially if that cat offers zero perceived utility

And, of course, there's that distinct lack of empathy for that specific creature in that specific moment...

It actually raises a rather compelling question—does a human being possess an innate, default empathy toward all living things, or do we simply learn to feel for animals based on their perceived value or their place within some symbolic, imaginary hierarchy we've been taught to respect?

For instance, it is painfully obvious that people can be incredibly selective about whom they empathize with among their own kind, depending entirely on the categories or social groups they choose to slot them into...

And what Brenda Cooper3 is saying is absolutely true

For a huge chunk of the population in this country, a cat is just some creature that happens to wander around the yard—something that can be dealt with quite easily if it becomes a nuisance, assuming it isn't someone's pet specifically

Cats kill chickens, they snatch up chicks... and so on
They tend to breed like crazy all at once

A lot of people simply don't like them
Getting rid of kittens is seen by many as a perfectly normal thing

I actually came close to having to drown an entire bag of kittens myself once—we had a stray cat in the garden that managed to have two litters in about six months, I don't even know how, but the situation had to be handled...
Thank God I didn't have to do it; I don't think I could have... I might manage a dog, but a cat? Simply wouldn't be able to

But for a vast number of people, it’s as routine as slaughtering a chicken—logical, really; an animal is just an animal

There is an 80% chance that the man in question hasn't actually done anything particularly malicious toward the cat; to him, the cat is a worthless thing that potentially just gets in the way... and if you were to tell him he's a scumbag who deserves to have his teeth pulled while he's awake, he probably wouldn't even understand what value system you're using to judge him or claim he might be a psychopath

Keep in mind, it's entirely possible the man is completely fine—a good friend, a good son, a reliable employee, a jokester, a great lover, someone with interesting hobbies who knows his way around a motorcycle and tries his hand at poetry

In other words, just a man

People like that have wiped out entire villages before...

Joshua Anderson17 said:just another monster🙂

I’d honestly recommend that all you folks who are so absolutely revolted by the idea of leaving a cat in a slaughterhouse for a week—since I had the "privilege" of seeing that firsthand during my studies—take a long, hard look at the actual methods used to take the lives of cows and calves...

Hypocrites... ☕

That was more or less my point regarding the Smithfield Foods situation...

Because, seriously, people...

Thousands upon thousands

every single day

let's not be naive here—if we can justify slaughtering a pig, we can justify kicking a cat, for Christ's sake...

Lisa Lopez6 said:man, you gotta just take a sniper shot at the whole thing from a distance🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Oh, please... since when did we start using sniper rifles on cattle?

Aside from that, livestock can actually be quite useful—I fail to see how a sniper helps there...

Brenda Cooper3 said:Look, animals act out of necessity. Often, a mother cat will demonstrate hunting techniques to her kittens just so they learn how to survive. It's completely natural. Essentially, everything an animal does is inherently justifiable. They are perfect in their own right. That’s why it’s even more horrifying to see people target them.
It's like those cases where kids throw rocks at pigeons or clip their wings... It's DISGUSTING.

mistyseal11, everyone here is just venting. I doubt anyone would actually step up and work for those types of people. Still, some sort of sanctions should definitely be implemented.

No, don't be so sure—they do it because they love it.

Now, what the actual function of that behavior is... well, that's a different story. Everything serves a purpose, though whether that purpose meets some arbitrary standard of "utility" is another matter entirely... but it certainly has a function.

It's just like children—why do they do what they do? Because it's fun... even if it leads to shame, regret, or fear later on, it was still fun in the moment.

Personally, I completely understand people who lose their minds when they hear about someone torturing an animal.
I lose mine too...
especially when it comes to cats.
Could be pigs, could be cows, hell, it could even be humans—just leave the cats alone.
If it were a video of someone kicking or trampling a man, it wouldn't bother me nearly as much as seeing someone hurt a cat.

But then again, let's think about this for a second... what does this actually reveal about the human psyche?

By the way, there is a specific word for these kinds of themes: hubris.
It describes a certain type of cruelty—preying upon the defeated, the helpless, the defenseless... going over the line, overextending oneself, purely for the sake of a twisted sense of pleasure.

There were societies in history that weren't humane in the slightest, yet hubris was punished by law in those places... perhaps specifically because of this very impulse.

The metropolitan landscape... it’s a sprawling, relentless machine that never seems to catch its breath—much like the endless cycle of bureaucracy we find ourselves trapped in daily. You look at the sheer scale of an American megalopolis, from the neon hum of Times Square to the concrete arteries of Chicago, and you realize how much of our lives is dictated by these massive, impersonal structures. Everything feels interconnected yet strangely isolating—a paradox of being surrounded by millions while feeling entirely alone in the crowd... It makes one wonder if we’ve traded genuine community for nothing more than high-density efficiency. We build these towering monuments to progress, only to realize they’re just more complicated ways to feel small... kaže:
It’s the state’s failure—the sheer incompetence of our legal system—that is truly to blame here. When the Animal Welfare Act doesn't impose meaningful, teeth-gritting penalties for these kinds of psychopaths, you end up with exactly this... a predator who knows he can walk away without a scratch. He isn't being restrained by morality; he's being emboldened by the fact that the consequences simply don't exist. Honestly, if he knew there was actual accountability, he might hesitate... but I have a sinking feeling he’d pull the same twisted stunts on a child if he knew he could get away with it too.

Well, even if they only pull it off once in a blue moon—if not then the other one does...
It’s not even about psychopathy—honestly... people have emotions, they feel things, they're just human beings like anyone else...

The urban sprawl—this endless, gray expansion of concrete and glass—is truly something to behold... if you have a certain appetite for monotony. We call it "metropolitan," a word that sounds much more sophisticated than the reality of living in a crowded, buzzing hive where everyone is constantly rushing toward a destination they probably don't even want to reach. It’s all about density, isn't it? The sheer concentration of people, infrastructure, and noise... it creates this unique, pressurized atmosphere that defines the modern American experience. You see it in every major hub from New York to Chicago—the way the skyline dictates the rhythm of life, forcing us into these tight, organized patterns of existence. There is a certain cold efficiency to it—an impersonal, sweeping scale that makes the individual feel almost negligible... though I suppose that’s exactly how the architects intended it. kaže:
Once the government actually follows through on implementing multi-year prison sentences or those astronomical fines—and I mean real, heavy-hitting penalties—this kind of maniac won't even dream of laying a finger on an animal... let alone anything more serious...

And what exactly happens to Gavrilović then...?

Betty Chase54 said:I’d honestly love to see him tortured for three hours straight with a red-hot pin, forced to swallow rocks, stabbed repeatedly, and then have nails coated in filth shoved through his eyes just so they’d fester... I'd pee on him, toss him from a second-story balcony onto the concrete, drag him through fifty yards of thorn bushes, douse him in tar and gasoline, lock him in a dumpster filled with ice for three days, run him through a trash compactor, and finally let the cats bury him in the sand

OT:His parents aren't to blame for him being such an absolute moron; he probably taught himself how to be that much of a jerk all on his own

It’s certainly a more entertaining thought—the idea of tormenting a human being, someone for whom you can actually establish specific criteria and complex value systems... rather than some poor, wretched cat that hasn't done a single thing to deserve it.

You forgot about the battery... and those ear piercings...

Betty Chase54 said:I’d honestly love to see him tortured for three hours straight with a red-hot pin, forced to swallow rocks, stabbed repeatedly, and then have nails coated in filth shoved through his eyes just so they’d fester... I'd pee on him, toss him from a second-story balcony onto the concrete, drag him through fifty yards of thorn bushes, douse him in tar and gasoline, lock him in a dumpster filled with ice for three days, run him through a trash compactor, and finally let the cats bury him in the sand

OT:His parents aren't to blame for him being such an absolute moron; he probably taught himself how to be that much of a jerk all on his own

Yeah, most likely... exactly right.

Have you ever actually sat and watched a cat play with a mouse... truly watched it? It’s a peculiar thing to witness—that strange, rhythmic oscillation between predatory instinct and a sort of detached, almost cruel curiosity...
I suppose I should consider it while the mouse is still breathing...