Excerpt from Personal Notes (How to Kill a Knights Circle)

Kurt Vonnegut’s Ladies Team (Anti-Feminist Literature to Help Actual Feminists):

Women have two concepts, throughout their entire culture.  One concept, is for the guy that gets laid, but he shouldn’t; that guy, ‘took a hit for the team’.  The other concept, is for the woman, that fucks up everything for other women by justifying men that do preemptive accusations, these women being the ‘whore’.  The guy that takes the hit for the team, is the professional thief, and the whore, works for the king and his knights. 

Kurt Vonnegut, by virtue of reading any book, takes a giant revolver, and puts it in your hand, and you aim it, around an area, until a whore, mistakes it for a giant jewel encrusted phallus, that of the king or knight, then steals it from you, blasting any whore within range, to be the queen of the whores, known as ‘boss fats’, her eventual fate.  This is a term the author has coined. 

Meanwhile, the man, becomes the professional thief, living a charmed life that he thinks is difficult, but he doesn’t have to deal with the king (a pompous asshole who calls other people pompous when his slovenly culture of adoring his mother, a slave whore, has been revealed) and the knights (gay rapists who sodomize each other in private, in open make fun of men who they plan on marrying to whores).  The result, is that the king, marries the queen, boss fats, and his son, becomes the prince, a real cocksucker, while the whores, are all on a shitload of drugs, meaning the knights give each other HIV (a modern invention of Kurt Vonnegut).

To perform the Vonnegut trick, one has to take the protagonist, the guy you’re giving the gun to, of course the hero, and portray him as a loser with a lot of luck, who this guy has to think he is the entire time he’s waving that stupid looking gun around, so the whore will steal it, thinking he’s the king. 

The whore, has to get raped, brutally, over a period of time, becoming diminished, into the fate you plan for the whore, to invert the women’s issue that the whore is standing up for (in actuality, causing the issue by virtue of being a whore), while the reader, suffers through the fate for the king and his knights, the proper punishment the whore wants for those who violate the issue’s bounds, making her a paranoid lunatic for thinking her victim, and the victim of the king and the knights, want for him. 

The reader, of course, only suffers in the book; otherwise, he has a charmed existence, with the queen of the whores and her minions, the hellions, destroying the king and his knights with the fate for the reader and the whores living the end of the book, to produce more dead kings, knights, queens, and whores, and of course, the princes, the real cocksuckers, the children.

As for the professional thief, it’s advised to become an author, you are never going to work again, after all those whores die; the Mafia doesn’t like it when women are expensive.

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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