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Robin Sacredfire

Apple and apricot seeds contain a vitamin called B12, which I found to be illegal to sell in pharmacies. Now, this is very interesting. You can buy all kind of vitamins in pharmacies, but not B12. Why in the hell would the pharmaceutical industry make a vitamin that we can eat on our own, through seeds, illegal? I asked this question to employees in the pharmacies and many doctors, and they couldn’t answer. They just kept looking at me as if I was trying to get ingredients to make my own synthetic drugs. For most people, what is illegal is really illegal. Most people are too stupid to think for themselves, even when my question is so obvious that they seem to have brain damage not to realize the relevance of such question.

Robin Sacredfire

It may sound exaggerated to say that the clash of civilizations and cultures as what we’re witnessing in Europe between muslims and christians is necessary, but the alternative, an extremely arrogant and suppressive Europe, would eventually self-destroy itself, as it nearly did several times in the past centuries. The forced discipline on Europeans is violent for the present generation, unaware of its moral weaknesses and delusional supremacy, but necessary for future generations, that need to witness a more peaceful world, one where racism doesn’t dictate their opportunities in life. And that, at present moment, is still a dream in most European countries, that despite their history, show such a level of aggression and segregation, that make one of darker skin wonder if slavery has not yet ended.

Robin Sacredfire

To those that don’t believe I’m worth more than what they think of other authors, to hell with them. Call me arrogant and call the police of politeness on me if you wish, because I won’t stop until anyone that thinks that is erased from history. I will not only become immortal, but annihilate the memory of the ignorant from the face of the earth. My work will persist in the battles against the stupid and for thousands of years after I’m gone.

Robin Sacredfire

Sometimes I have to act crazy to handle the crazies. Trying to be normal near the crazies makes me as crazy as them. The more I push reason and logic on them, the more they pervert it and use it against me, the angrier they make me feel. It’s much easier to pretend they’re ghosts talking to the wind, and ignore them as if they weren’t really human. My mood improves, my self-esteem is better and I feel happier. On another hand, maybe I’m just being realistic here, because you can’t really talk to the dead. That’s what people without respect or empathy are; dead in the brain; just walking bodies without a soul.