True evil never dies?

Mike_Yates

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Someone told me that true evil never dies? :devil::devil::devil::devil:

Do you think this could be true?
 
The year was 1967, the Summer of Love. I was stationed in some monkeyfuck jungle, breathing in poison by day and dodging a hail of dink bullets by night. Those things were awful, but the worst was the primitive shit; the kinda shit that those swamp rats have probably been doing for a thousand fucking years. You'd take one wrong step, bend down to pick up something shiny, and you'd have five fucking feet on sharpened bamboo turning you into a shish kabob before you could say "titfuck". One day, Charlie ambushed us on some back ass road. There were fifteen of us in a small convoy, and only six got out. The next day, we came back to collect the bodies after we were sure that the VC was gone. Sure enough, they were, and the bodies were there. The smell was fucking horrid. My buddy, Nelson, was propped up against a tree. I went over to him, checking the ground for mines or trip wires. All clear. Before I can touch him, Sarge calls me over to do something, and another guy, Mick, goes over to get Nelson. He lifts up an arm, and I hear the loudest fucking bang I've ever heard. Fucker sounded like a mortar shell exploding in the Grand Canyon. Mick got turned into fucking hamburger, but no one else was hurt, except some guy that got a little shrapnel in his leg. Anyway, it turned out that those fucking dink savages had hollowed out Nelson's skull and filled so fucking full of napalm that a wink would have leveled fucking Hanoi. A few weeks later, I come to find out which VC turned Nelson into a powderkeg. Turns out, he was hiding under a hut in some rice-farming village not three clicks from where we were stationed. Me and five other guys went out there, found the guy, and shot him in the head. We fertilized the fucking rice paddy with his brains. A week after that, we went to pick up some more dead, and guess what. No, go ahead, guess. Same fucking thing. This time, they hollowed out some colored kid from Alabama. The blast killed two guys. The guy that did it to Nelson was pushing up lotuses, but the same fucking thing happened anyway.

No, evil doesn't die. You kill one evil piece of shit, and two more pop out. 'Nam taught me that.
 
Greed is the greatest evil in this world.

Indeed it is, Mr. Yates. Greed for money, greed for sex, greed for material things.

True liberation comes when one releases all his or her physical and emotional desires.
 
Evil is a human trait, buried deep with in even the most humble man. As long as humans walk the earth or soar in the stars, so shall evil.
 
I am a neo-nazi, so fuck off!:cool:

Fucking shorts
in the snow
with knee socks.

Some fucking master race.

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I can't condemn the cultural dress of the time, which is still worn by some in the modern state of Bavaria.

Are there no fucking fashion police in Bavaria? Do they not have those shows where your friends and family write in and they're like, "We love Sven, but goddamn, we just can't stand to look at him anymore."

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Are there no fucking fashion police in Bavaria? Do they not have those shows where your friends and family write in and they're like, "We love Sven, but goddamn, we just can't stand to look at him anymore."

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Look, if you want fashion hip you have to go to Berlin. Prussia baby, it's avante garde.
 
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