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What's your nationality? You are no citizen of the USA, isn't it? That's why you feel hurt when I call you an US-American, because you want to pretend to be a citizen of the United States while trying to manipulate US politics as a foreigner. What's your real intransparent [sic] dirty game?
I'm an American, born and raised.
 
What's your nationality? You are no citizen of the USA, isn't it? That's why you feel hurt when I call you an US-American, because you want to pretend to be a citizen of the United States while trying to manipulate US politics as a foreigner. What's your real intransparent dirty game?
why do you always claim that members are not from the country where they are?
 
Armin Meiwes

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why do you always claim that members are not from the country where they are?

What means "always", citizen of Abstrahotia? You answered by the way never any question which I asked you. So if you should really be a German then you are a very strange German, who does not want to commit himself.
 
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From the second I was born.

No idea what you say with this words. The art to live means to be clear and calculable and not to be a foggy undefined something what loses or wins itselve to death. From this point of view Trumperica is a stillbirth and Putins Russia nearly dead. So whatever you be an US-American or US-Russian - you reduced yourselve to be only an undead creature.



Happiness is love, nothing else. (Those who can love are happy)

“The older I got and the more insipid the small satisfactions I found in my life became, the more I realised where I had to look for the source of joy and life. I learned that being loved is nothing, but loving is everything, and more and more I came to see that what makes our existence valuable and pleasurable is nothing other than our feelings and sensations. Wherever I saw something on earth that could be called “happiness”, it consisted of sensations. Money was nothing, power was nothing. One saw many who had both and were miserable. Beauty was nothing; one saw beautiful men and women who, despite all their beauty, were miserable. Health did not weigh heavily either; everyone was as healthy as they felt, some sick people blossomed with joie de vivre until shortly before the end, and some healthy people withered away in fear of suffering. But happiness was everywhere where a person had strong feelings and lived them, not driving them away or violating them, but nurturing and enjoying them. Beauty did not make the one who possessed it happy, but the one who could love and adore it.

There were many feelings, it seemed, but basically they were one. You can call every feeling will, or whatever you like. I call it love. Happiness is love, nothing else. Those who can love are happy. Every movement of our soul in which it feels itself and senses its life is love. So happy is the one who is capable of loving a great deal. But loving and desiring are not quite the same thing. Love is desire that has become wise; love does not want to have; it only wants to love. That is why the philosopher was happy, who cradled his love for the world in a web of thoughts, who spanned the world again and again with his web of love. But I was no philosopher.

Nor was there any happiness to be found for me on the paths of morality and virtue. Since I knew that only the virtue I feel within myself, invent and cherish within myself can make me happy – how could I want to appropriate any foreign virtue! But I saw this: the commandment of love, whether taught by Jesus or Goethe, was completely misunderstood by the world! It was not a commandment at all. There are no commandments at all. Commandments are truths that the knowledgeable communicate to the unknowledgeable, as the unknowledgeable understand and perceive them. Commandments are truths that have been misunderstood. The basis of all wisdom is that happiness comes only through love. If I say, ‘Love your neighbour,’ that is already a distorted teaching. It would perhaps be much more accurate to say, ‘Love yourself as you love your neighbour!’ And perhaps it was a fundamental mistake to always want to start with our neighbour...

In any case, the innermost part of us desires happiness, desires a soothing harmony with what is outside of us. This harmony is disturbed as soon as our relationship to anything is anything other than love. There is no duty to love, there is only a duty to be happy. That is the only reason we are in the world. And with all the duties and morals and commandments, we rarely make each other happy, because we do not make ourselves happy with them. If a person can be ‘good,’ they can only be so if they are happy, if they have harmony within themselves. In other words, if they love.

And the unhappiness in the world, and the unhappiness in myself, came from the fact that love was disturbed. From this point on, the sayings from the New Testament suddenly became true and profound to me. ‘Unless you become like children’ – or ‘The kingdom of heaven is within you’.

This was the teaching, the only teaching in the world. This is what Jesus said, this is what Buddha said, this is what Hegel said, each in his own theology. For everyone, the only important thing in the world is their own innermost being – their soul – their capacity for love. If that is in order, then one may eat millet or cake, wear rags or jewels, and the world will resonate purely with the soul, will be good, will be in order.

... Nothing can a person love as much as themselves. Nothing can a person fear as much as themselves. Thus, along with the other mythologies, commandments and religions of primitive man, there arose that strange system of transference and pretence, according to which the love of the individual for themselves, on which life rests, was considered forbidden to humans and had to be concealed, hidden, masked. Loving another was considered better, more moral, more noble than loving oneself. And since self-love was the primal instinct and charity could not flourish alongside it, a masked, elevated, stylised form of self-love was invented in the form of a kind of mutual charity. ... Thus the family, the tribe, the village, the religious community, the people, the nation became a sanctuary ... Thus, the family, the tribe, the village, the religious community, the people, the nation became sacred... The individual, who for his own sake must not transgress even the smallest moral precept, may do anything for the community, for the people and the fatherland, even the most terrible things, and every impulse that would otherwise be frowned upon becomes duty and heroism. This is how far humanity has come so far. Perhaps the idols of the nations would also fall in time, and in the newly discovered love for all humanity, the old primordial teaching might break through again.

Such insights come slowly; one winds one's way up to them in spirals. And when they are there, it is as if one has reached them in a leap, in an instant. But insights are not yet life. They are the path to it, and some remain forever on the path.”


Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
 
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