Why societies fail.

In order for Capitalism to work, society need to be attuned to its needs. Property rights is a requirement for it for example. People get demoralized and therefore, won't feel motivated to participate in the creation of wealth. The kind of people to whom I direct this message, are very well aware of this as they love money. Likewise, a proper regime is also needed in order for societies to finally mature into self-sustaining entities. 500 years is not a reasonable standard for people with the potential of living over a hundred years. It's pathetic.

Speaking of pathetic, look at the amounts of money we invest in research for knowledge nobody needs. The nerdy "scientists" are obsessive compulsive, and you are after the money their inventions can create. You just go for it all the way. Well, that's what societies lack. An interest to survive for a long time. Nobody is seriously looking into that. There is so much potential everything to be had from it, but since its benefits won't materialize in our lifetimes; well, then people who are so interested in the mundane (science!) and penile-compensation (money!) just won't give an excrement. That is the answer we are looking for: societies fail because those who could execute the proper measures needed won't do it because pieces of urea are not given. Not a single one.

I am a retard. The reason for that is my investing time in writing this as I clearly explained, nobody will give a poo-poo. But I must demonstrate it is not impossible. You are still reading this, so perhaps if you make an effort to keep going despite my extremely uncomfortable "style," we may actually get somewhere. Because the holy grail for societal success, my dear sir, is between you and me. Taking the United States of America as an example, well, it's intercoursed up. It could have worked with its initial set-up, the one of the Founding Fathers. Now, nobody will ever know. And that is because you just didn't follow the instructions the way they were meant to. You were weak. But it's not your fault though. Well, it is. What I mean is that every other alpha male alongside all of its history shares the guilt as well. Because feces were not given all along, when a single fecal sharing could have prevented it all. All you had to do was to acquire the strength of your convictions, but you won't pursue it because you are weak and consider it icky.

Ir order for you to be able to implement a regime where the rules are applied in a fair non-dictatory kind of way, you need to know you are being fair. Otherwise, your self doubt will inevitably lead you to allow communism to sneak back again a tiny itsy bitsy social program at a time. You can't help to pity us, retarded mongols that seem so extremely assholy-like and also dumb. Do not worry, dear Sir. I think you are a piece of shit as well, quite so. But you being the O so popular Mr. Right who everybody is willing to worship a-la-Hitler, then you need to get to know me in order to potentially evaluate your desired regime in order to acquire the strength of your convictions needed for it to finally become a mature society which can eventually become sustainable.

I can advise you about your deficiencies and stuff, if you could maybe perhaps someday try to maybe step down from your high horse and talk to me. I am many, and I am everywhere. Every crazy, every asshole, every bitter dick and and a some sour pussies. Our name is Mr. Outcast. And I am your mistake quite literally. I am in every single one of your failures. I am indeed the one who sabotage every single one of them, always. I am the one who hates you, betrays you, and wouldn't shit in your mouth if you were about to die of starvation. And I will justify my raw cruelty:

You were mean to me and made me feel sad.

Perpetually.

So you can be stuck at lying to yourself by believing I'm some Coo-Coo, or you could trust me as a sign of respect in order to make up for your neglect, and we can finally work together instead of go around creating disfunctional pseudoprotosocieties good-for-nothings like you do. Because you will never try sadness in perpetuity to corroborate whether it compounds to a valid argument or not. I can do no more than to point out your mistake to you, as you are, always have been, and will always been the one in power. You can curse me with your willing procrastination. But you will never be all-that until I allow you to.

So there.

Fuck you,
Mr. Outcast