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Brigands – A Review

Just started watching Brigands and it’s actually an Italian production, which I didn’t know, based in Sicily and shows Garibaldi in the opening scene being the scumbag he was. The acting is all in Italian with heavy Sicilian accent and some dialect. There is a little mistranslation in the first episode as the Piedmontese are referred to simply as “soldiers”, which is corrected later but makes a non Italian miss the point that each region of Italy, before the forced and unwanted “unification” was really a nation in its own right.

In the second episode, towards the end is a popular song. The words are very cool. I reproduce them in Italian as that is how they rhyme. They rhyme in the Sicilian dialect too but google translate is not going to help you with that. You can use google translate for the rough meaning from the Italian spellings.

Com’è bella la luna

E questa vita quando è in fiore

Col brigante e il contadino

Lotta contro l’oppressore

Che del mondo e del cielo

Pensa di essere il padrone

La terra ci ha donato il Padre Nostro (play on words here as Padre Nostro means Our Father)

Proteggi la famiglia

Brindiamo a lu guaglione (guaglione = boy but also street urchin in Napolitan slang)

A morte gli invasori

Prendiamo i loro denari

Finche siamo insieme

Non abbiamo paura

Delle cose che ci possono accadere

Accadere

Seguiamo il lupo che ci guiderà

Non è per l’oro ma per la libertà

Per ogni uomo o donna che verrà

Dalla terra un brigante nascerà

Seguiamo il lupo che ci guiderà

Non è per l’oro ma per la libertà

Per ogni uomo o donna che cadrà

Dalla terra un brigante nascerà

It really has everything. The reality of the oppressors who think they own the land and the sky, and the fact that the so-called brigands, like the farmers, are just people that want to be free of them. And that for every man or woman that will be born, or killed, a new brigand will rise from the Earth.

I have never been one for singing around a fire, but I can listen to it when it is not done by drunks at least. I’m no singer, and no musician, I only know at most two songs off by heart, (linked below) but that is because mostly I am apart from most human beings. Some men are like that partly by nature, partly by what life makes them, I think it is what happens to a natural man that does not lose his nature and survives the slings and arrows of so-called modern life, with all its barbaries. Which is why I always got along with farmers, though I am not one, not by nature, temperament or talent. And why I also got along with brigands, at least those honest ones that have a code of sorts, even though I am not a brigand either, not by nature or temperament, the skill I have if I wanted to use it that way, but I do not. And both farmers and brigands, though recognising I am neither, also get along with me.

All natural people who have not lost their true nature are similar in some way. I am not Sicilian and though most think Sicilians are not reliable people, I always got on with them and found them reliable and honest. Then again, most people think Venetians are arrogant, underhanded schemers, while I see them as not falsely modest, proud, and hard to fool or take advantage of. So maybe Venetians and Sicilians have more in common than most other regions despite the distance and superficial differences in culture.

Anyway, I hope you translate the song. It’s a good hymn for present times, whoever you are.

The Solution

If you have seen the last two posts before this one, and if you have eyes and ears and a couple of neurones that still fire regularly within your skull, you may have noticed, especially over the last four years, the relentless descent of life in general on planet Earth, towards a dystopic horror show that would make living under the Nazi rule at its height seem like a breath of fresh and freedom-filled air.

Especially since we are only at the beginning. Digital cash, travel restrictions, higher taxes, new regulations preventing you from growing your own food, having your own water and driving your own vehicles are all on the way. Chemtrails poisoning everything under the sun, foodstuffs and animals laced with mRNA “vaxxes” whether you want to take them or not, 5G and related EM weaponry in every lamppost to activate illegal military grade radiation that can be pinpointed to you specifically if need be and so on, might give you a depressing sense that there is no way out and no escape.

Well, I want to point you to three things that counter that very sensation which is PRECISELY what the puppet masters want you to feel. Because people that feel hopeless and beaten ARE hopeless and beaten. I have seen this in real life countless times and martial arts thousands of times, and martial arts is just a proxy, a training exercise for real life but even there, the man who does not know how to give up often wins. In life it is many times more obviously so. The guy who keeps at it when everyone else has given up invariably wins or dies trying. Most people are so scared of the “dies trying” part they never even start. The reality is that fear is ALWAYS an illusion. Even when there is a legitimate reason, or many, to be afraid, the conscious, reasoned approach to do it anyway is going to ALWAYS show you that the fear was in huge part a lie.

You will not know or have any experience of this if you have never faced fearful situations in life, and sadly, most humans in the West today have had such easy lives they have never done so. Well, time to start. That piece of information about fear always being an illusion on some level? That was a bonus, free point. Here are the other three:

1. It is not universal.

There are still people, even entire governments, resisting this nonsense. And from places that had one of the highest criminalities in the world. Among the chaos can come the unexpected. All it takes is one or a few men with courage. I have featured a video by this man before. Even better than this one. He is the president of El Salvador. Here he is telling every single member of his government that they will be investigated for corruption and jailed if found guilty.

And it’s not just words with this guy. He jailed thousands of gang members using the army, in huge jails and when the gangs threatened to attack the normal citizens in retaliation he came on national television and told the whole nation if any citizens were harmed the thousands of thugs in jail would not receive any food or drink. “Not one grain of rice,” he said.

Here are a few images from the Salvadorian prisons:

It’s head down and run, bitch. You do what you’re told or there will not be the gap of a second between your thought of rebellion and a truncheon cracking your forcibly shaved head. What clothes? It’s hot in El Salvador. A pair of shorts is all you need.

So, keep that in mind. And keep in mind how to get there. What the conditions are and were.

Before this El Salvador was a complete gangster’s playpen. People were murdered, raped and terrorised daily. In other words, everyone had to be so sick and tired of it all, that they would pretty much start risking their life to end this situation. And you need to recognise two things about that:

1. You need to appreciate just how bad things need to get before your neighbours, or worse, you, decide to act towards making a better nation of your country.

2. That same fear and desperation is going to be used against you to get you to agree to ever more dystopian and tyrannical systems of control. Precisely so that you do NOT organise yourself and become the next president of El Salvador wherever you are (which usually means just mayor of the town you are in).

And then you need to realise a third thing.

In order to be able to lead people out of the sewer, you have to provide them with alternatives. Viable ones. Ones that have a future.

2. The Elite and their puppet masters are few and scared

They still rule over us and “cut our mikes off” with censorship and fear at every turn, but there are a few fighting the good fight. Support people like MEP Christine Anderson who unashamedly and forthrightly has been vociferously telling the truth about Covid and its masters in the EU parliament from the start.

Listen to this when she exposes Von der Leyen for massive corruption, and look at the reaction, not just of fear, but of the votes at the end.

“We must show Von der Leyen the red card; she is now being investigated by the public prosecutor’s office for corruption…. Von der Leyen negotiated a 35 billion euro vaccine contract with the CEO of Pfizer via SMS text messages.”

And look at the vote:

Of 316 of them, 248 are for certain, confirmed parasites, there is no doubt of that. 7 of them are too scared to express an opinion either way, but a whole 61 are prepared to go against the puppet in charge. That’s almost 20% and although many of those votes will be for political manoeuvring reasons and not have anything to do with justice or truth, it’s still a healthy sign that even if only for political make-believe, the bastards that were most responsible for the biggest mass-murder in history may yet end up at least in jail, and if governments actually return to be in any way reflective of their national interests, they may well even end up receiving capital punishment, as the vast majority of normal people have always known that the death penalty does work as deterrent, as well as a cleanser of the genetic pool. Which is why there is almost no crime at all in places like Singapore.

The point here is that while small, somewhat fractured and a little hard to support, there already ARE people you can help get into power to change things. Is it enough? No. Nowhere near. Should YOU start to do something to lead people in your own community, even if you have no wish to lead? Absolutely, yes. In fact, especially if you would rather be left alone, you are precisely the kind of guy that needs to get in power. It doesn’t matter where, it could be the local PTA, the deputy mayor in a little village, whatever. Make the effort. Meet people. Help them see things clearer. Start.

3. It starts with people.

Seeing the evil scum get away with things makes one want to join the rebel alliance, the wolverines, and so on. But there is no need for any violent revolution. At least not yet, and maybe there never will be a need for it, as things have tipping points and the puppets may be swept away in a tide of populist revolution that may even be mostly peaceful. It may be 2020 BLM in the USA’s version of “mostly peaceful” protests or not, but the lower rungs of power can be cleansed this way. It’s the chief parasites at the top that are very difficult to remove, but that is a topic for another post.

What is needed is an alternative, and in order to really create one, you need to disengage entirely from the entire system. This means ultimately disengage from the financial system. If you have your own water, power, and food, all that is left for them to come after you is violence, and it would be started by them, giving you legitimacy of response even in the popular mind.

So learn and organise how to purchase land and work it. It’s hard, it uses up all your time and energy and then some, but as you begin to make a community of it, it gets easier and as it grows you need less and less from the beast/slavery system we all operate under. If you manage to get yourself power without the grid in sufficient quantities to run your home and tools, and have sufficient clean water and can produce your own food, the only thing left is petrol and fuel to run farm machinery. And if you have a community, one tractor goes a long way among friends.

More importantly, working the Earth creates human connections unlike any you ever had before. I created the pen and paper RPG Surviving the Current Zombie Apocalypse in order to give young men an easy introduction into sitting around a table with a few friends face to face instead of behind computer screens, because with a few hours of practice you can interact in the flesh, sharing your imaginations and laughing a great deal, while you don’t even realise you are solving problems that may well help you later in life. That is a soft entry into the reality of human contact and camaraderie. If you want the fast forward version, start farming the land and getting to know your farming neighbours. No man that works the land is an island, nor can he be. You will regain a sense of humanity that you have never experienced before unless you are in fact from a farming family. The benefit of your specific culture, religion, ethnicity suddenly becomes obvious. You begin to understand why people from “diverse” backgrounds cannot live in harmony unless the diverse percentage is a tiny one indeed that knows it is a guest and acts like it. And I apply that to myself too. I am a Venetian in a land that is Not my own. They are Romagnoli, and probably a better people than mine. They are friendlier, more generous, kinder. Venetians are known to be brusquer, curiouser, more confrontational, suspicious, and generally ornery and unfriendly. And about as territorial as badgers, with a similar temperament towards invaders. But we have our reasons. We have travelled and dealt with the world you see. Nevertheless, as I am not in my land here, while retaining all my Venetian characteristics, I do my best to be a good neighbour and friend and treat everyone politely until they give me reason not to, which so far has not yet presented itself, somewhat to my amazement and incredulity. Because that is what rural farmland is like pretty much everywhere on Earth. The language and culture may vary, but I am fairly sure that although I would personally be far less comfortable as one, I could probably get along with my Afghani goat farmer neighbours in Afghanistan, if I were to move there and become a goat farmer. And they probably would treat me well and kindly despite me being a kaffir with a heretic religion as far as they are concerned. The moment I import 50,000 of my people there however… well… one can hardly blame them if they decided I was suddenly persona non grata.

The point is you need to prepare yourself AND your people. Just as a farmer prepares the soil for planting, you too need to start. And though it may be late, there is still time. Begin. Either get your own place, hustle to do so, however small, or join forces and get one with other people (and use contracts, don’t be stupid) or help a guy who already is doing so by joining his community.

Potentially the land I have could feed several families living nearby who might not own any land at all, but they can help by providing their time, resources and labour. That is what a community is about and for.

So prepare yourself and others to become entirely independent of the beast system. That also opens you up to another good thing. Big families. If you can feed and house all of them, as well as raise them yourself because you are at home all day on your little piece of land, you can have plenty of children. And they can be raised with truth in their life instead of the lies you and I were fed from childhood.

So do not be black-pilled. Be excited about the great adventure before us all, wherever you may be starting from.

God smiles upon those who exert themselves in the right way. May God smile on you, reader.

Tractor Checking

So tomorrow I’m off with a friend who knows about tractors to view a couple of them. I plan to be mute. Because my ignorance of tractors is wider and deeper than my ignorance of advanced spaceship technology from the aliens of Arctarus 7.

Despite the ignorance, I am looking forward to it and I really hope one of them turns out to be “the one” and that I get it. If I were what i think of as the “standard aging guy” I would probably see this as a chore. After all, it’s just a practical thing for practical reasons. But in reality… I may come home in a few days with a whole TRACTOR! And then I can figure out how to drive it and use it without killing myself. And the attachments. I mean if I get all the attachments I’m going to have a digger loader, a grader, a… whatever it’s called in English, a kind of portable woodchipper that churns up pretty much everything you drag it over or push it into.

I mean, can you imagine being 8 years old and using all that stuff? You might as well be in a spaceship! And my friend was indeed driving the tractor on his family farm when he was 8 years old. Me, I was shooting rifles in the African savannah, which is why I don’t know a damned thing about tractors, but you know what matters? That our children are being told they cannot, should not, and are not capable of doing either thing.

Do you know how old Joan of Arc was? She was 19 when she was murdered by corrupt clerics and politicians of the day, and she had changed the history of France forever. Noblemen have led armies into battle aged 13.

But if you put your son in the back of an open backed car in Europe, or God forbid in the back seat of a normal car without any seatbelts, you may as well rob banks with a colt .45 in your hand. Not that I or my brother ever had a seatbelt on or where often even in the covered part of the car throughout our childhood, and no one thought anything of it.

The world is becoming weaker, gayer, stupider and more boring by the day.

That’s how I know something will break soon. It’s an untenable trajectory. The human spirit cannot endure such soulless existence for long, and certainly not on a global scale.

And that’s why I hope I’ll have a tractor before it kicks off. Farming in the good times, trench and moat-building in the hard times!

Wish me luck people!

Economics is a Lie

Vox recently posted on some of the details of why economics is a lie.

While this is a step in the right direction for the average normie, it doesn’t nearly go far enough in explaining what a total and complete nonsense modern economics is, and has been since the time of medieval Venetian accounting practices.

One of the reasons that in my professional life, in the financial aspects of both the construction industry and the security industry I have always, without exception, outperformed every single target that was ever put before me, sometimes by multiples of the expected figures, is precisely because I have always absolutely and completely ignored the nonsensical practices that are taught and promulgated by supposed professional economists, accountants and other financial “experts”. That level of professional “success” is not coincidence. And I put “success” in inverted commas because it is not really the result of playing the same game. It would be like competing in a football game were all the other “professionals” only have one leg. Most of these people have actually bought into the lies they continue to perpetrate. It’s a bit like the people who believe/follow the Novus Ordo fake “Catholic” Church thinking they are Catholics, when in fact they are merely fooled and deluded ignorants.

And don’t get me wrong, these people still “function” and “work” and “produce” in that sector of economics and finance and indeed produce reports and conclusions based on complete nonsense that has almost no relation to reality whatsoever, but because they are all listening to and playing by the same idiotic nonsense, there is a certain level of “coherence” that allows the whole system to stumble along like the drunk and incontinent uncle at the Christmas dinner.

But reality has very little to do with the nonsensical methodologies used by economists in the first place and various financial “professionals” in the second place.

When I was deciding what to study at university level, I briefly started a generic Business Degree, within which, economics was a quite large part of the course and had separate subjects for macro-economics and micro-economics which all tied in with the accounting subject. I did not last more than two months in the course because reading and digesting the material in those textbooks it became absolutely obvious it was all a bunch of utter nonsense. Most of it theoretical wish fulfilment fantasies that the accounting practice was essentially designed to “clothe” as being valid emperors. It was all fake and gay and it made it absolutely clear that everyone involved in those subjects that used or relied on such practices was either an idiot or a deceiver and quite often both.

The reality of how one could avoid all that nonsense was to not play that game. The over-riding forces that dispensed with all the lies and nonsense of economists, accountants, and various financial experts were of two types, and often related.

The first was the law of the land. While the law is often also nonsensical, especially in the USA, it absolutely trumps economics in day to day life. So if you understand and become familiar with how the law as actually applied to contracts (which can differ somewhat from the theoretical and financial matters, you can mostly ignore all the “noise” made by accounting and economic practices, and just focus on those pivot points and fulcrums of those clown disciplines that actually make a difference. All you need to trump all economic “predictions” and so on is a basic understanding of the law and how to use ledger entries as first invented by Venetians several centuries ago. And if you want to get really fancy use a red pen for outgoings and a black one for incoming revenue. And keep “potential” entries (i.e. those not as yet realised) separate or with an asterix or note in a column next to it that gets crossed through when it is realised.

The second aspect of reality that trumps even the law, as well as literally ALL of the economic and accounting practices is brute force. At its pinnacle, you can see it as currently playing out in Ukraine. All the idiocy of the USA and their puppet satrapies in Europe account for absolutely nothing in the face of Russian use of reality-based force. And keep in mind that Russia is still playing by an extremely fair gentlemanly code of war.

At a lesser level, force can be the result of merely understanding the realities of the legal system and applying them forcefully, which keeps things on the right side of legality. Beyond that, you enter into the realm of dealing with criminality, which I have encountered in my work as a close protection service provider, which entailed real physical threats against both myself, the team I operated with and our client (all of which were handled successfully by us, I am happy to say), but also in my work related to the financial aspects of business, where fraud, theft and illegal activity by various businesses or individuals were uncovered as a result of my work. Sometimes as a result of being hired explicitly as a forensic accounting investigation, and other times when I came across it as a routine part of my work.

In any case, the order of reality based economics is as follows:

1. Brute Force

2. The Law as applied

3. The Law in theory (which should never be relied upon, but which a lot of people are fooled by)

4. Real accounting (money in and money out) with real profit/loss ledger entries and reality based predictions and projections.

And that’s it. All the nonsensical theory that economists and accountants and financial experts all around the world use and either ignorantly believe in or deceitfully use to further their own ends can be safely and pretty much completely ignored if you understand these principles. And for most people, you only really need to grasp points 2 and 4 and it will serve you well your whole life. A grasp of the realities of point number 1 is also very important to have so that you don’t end up being suicided if you tread on the wrong toes inadvertently, as well as being able to recognise such possibilities before they come up. It certainly has kept me from entering in situations that would have been extremely dangerous, and I have not been one to shy away from complicated situations, but even those had to be based on understanding the realities of life and knowing that if one deals with elements of society that will cross the line from the law to criminality, even those situations have a certain set of rules that people tend to abide by. It is then merely a matter of remaining on the correct line of legality without compromising yourself to the point where you become an obstacle that the other side is prepared to remove by crossing into criminality.

On at least two occasions in my professional life, I definitely was able to avoid becoming an accidental statistic by simply understanding these realities and making the other side aware that while getting rid of me was certainly possible, doing so would ultimately result in them having losses that far outweighed the irritation I or my work may have been causing them. Neither side was bluffing, and as a result I was able to navigate the situation with a level of calm that others in merely adjacent positions not only did not have, but could not understand and assumed I was either naive, insane, or brave beyond reason. None of which was the case.

It has been a mild irritation, among many, of course, that most people who fancy themselves as “in the know” with respect to financial realities, often speak profound nonsense on these topics, and people often believe or listen to them because they may be wealthy and thus appear successful. In fact, I suppose by the standard terms most use for “success” they are. But it’s all sand castles built on sand castles, relying on sand foundations on a beach where the tide rolls in regularly.

Such people also assume that my commenting and indeed actions with regard to not just my life, but that of people who see what the trends are is borderline “conspiracy theorist” paranoia.

The reality is simply that, as per my prediction of the financial crash of 2008, which I assumed would happen by the year 2000 at the outmost, back in 1995 or so, I am merely considerably ahead of the curve.

I also am constitutionally, intellectually, and spiritually, averse to essentially dealing in deceit, so I have never been able to make use of such understanding of reality to make a huge amount of money in say, trading in the stock market for example. It’s not for a lack of ability or capacity, it is because doing so is something that would tend to consume my soul on some level. I have zero problem with confrontation or even facing physical danger, and taking all kinds of risks (because they may appear as reckless to others but are very much calculated ones from my perspective) but the constant and daily practice of dealing in lies and nonsense and fake math would take a toll on my psyche that I am simply not prepared to pay, and never have been.

But that is not to say I can’t recognise that aspect in others. I have worked for or with literal billionaires, as well as millionaires, politically influential people, captains of industry and leading experts in a number of diverse fields, and while each of these people was unique and talented in various ways, only a tiny number among them had lives that I would consider personally worthwhile. In fact, the only one that immediately comes to mind is a gun-shop owner that has done very well for himself.

That is not to say the others have pointless lives. I am sure from their perspectives my own life is irrelevant to the point they cannot even contemplate trading places with me. What they would probably be surprised to know is that despite their billions or millions, the feeling is mutual from my side.

If ever a multi-millionaire with a conscience similar to mine appears in my life, and we were to work together towards the creation of a better system of human life/experience, the resulting model of city-state would be very likely to become a model for a much improved humanity going forward. And after a certain tipping point would become practically unstoppable.

I think such an event is probably impossible unless it happens as the result of divine intervention on the billionaire/millionaire after the fact of their wealth, because the path to such wealth is often littered with choices and requirements that tend to chip away at such a sense of ideological imperatives as I continue to have well past the naive stage of youth.

So I won’t be holding my breath for Elon Musk to give me a ring anytime soon, after he has a vision from our Lord or something similar; and I’ll continue on my path, which reminds me I have now bought a gigantic chicken coop and I need to plan where to have it installed on our farm.

And to all those reading who are considering the points I make in this post, never forget the reality that copper-jacketed lead, always trumps gold when push comes to shove. Gold trumps the law. The law trumps accounting and economics, and basic math does too. And below that is only lies, deceivers and delusions.

The Mouse

So this morning me and the boy (4) and the girl (3) were up early. After I gave them some breakfast they were off outside, playing on the jumpoline as the girl has called it since she was 2, and then running around outside the forest. I got busy inside for a couple of hours and then realised that aside from the wife and girls still being asleep, I hadn’t heard from the other two in a while. So I went out to see what they were up to and they were sitting on the large tree I downed over a year ago talking and playing. I went back in. After a while I heard the little one calling her mom from our bedroom so I went in and as soon as she saw me her little smile with dimple came up and she said “Dedde!” which is how she says Daddy. A few hugs and kisses later and I thought I’d take her out to see her brother and sister.

As I get near I see the boy is holding a dead mouse in his hand. Not by the tail or anything, but fully in his grasp as one might hold a live mouse gently.

Me: What you got there boy?

B: A mouse. Cali (the cat) chased and killed it.

G: Yeah. We like the mouse.

Me: Right, well, it’s dead and kind of gross, how about we bury it?

B and G together: NOOOO!

Me: Right…let me take a picture for your mom, which I am sure will be delighted by this little development.

B: (Poses with the dead mouse, making silly faces, he literally is like Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes it’s almost impossible to take a photograph without him making an idiot face. It’s absolutely done on purpose and even when he pretends to stay still he will freak it at the last second just as you take the shot) after a few attempts…

G: I had the mouse first!

Me: Of course, you want a picture too… (to the boy) give her the dead rat, will you?

G: (takes dead mouse, ecstatically happy and poses with it, by putting it against her cheek and smiling fetchingly.)

Me: No! What are you doing, that’s disgusting… no. Stop. (She’s switching hands…and cheek) that’s… ok, look, I took the picture, see, now stop will you. Ok guys, I think we should go bury it now…

G and B: NOooo!

G: I love it and I like going on the jumpoline with it! It’s so funny the way it bounces. (Smiling and laughing happily. Dead rat still held tightly in her little fist.)

Me: (thinking: WTF kind of little psychopaths have we generated here?! No wait… what we?? That’s not my side of the DNA! That’s the wife’s side!) You… wait… you went on the jumpoline with the dead mouse?

Both: Yes! (Excitedly and happy)

Me: (ugh!) right… I’m going to see if your mother is awake.

*** Later ***

After I showed the wife the video of her little darlings discussing dead mouse trampoline projections.

Wife: (disgusted look on her face) So where is the mouse now?

Me: Probably drying out on the trampoline.

Wife: (horrified) What?!? You left it with them?

Me: (shrugging) They’d had it with them for a couple of hours and had already trampolined with it. What would have been the rationale really? It just seemed mean at that point to take it away from them.

Wife: You’re all wrong in the head. All of you.

*** Later ***

Me: Hey boy, don’t leave the rat drying on the trampoline ok?

B: (Gets dead mouse) Okay.

Me: It’s time to really get rid of that dead mouse you know?

B and G: (They look a little sadly at the dead mouse. Then at me.)

Me: okay?

B and G: (both nod silently. It’s a serious moment. The dignity of death and all that. The final goodbye.)

Me: Okay, you can put him in there (pointing to a rock on the edge of a small retaining wall holding back part of the forest)

B: (Cocks arm right back and flings the dead rat high and deep into the overgrowth. Looks at me meaningfully for approval.)

Me: … uh… okay I guess.

B and G: (they both nod and go back inside. On the way in, the girl says:) We really liked the dead rat you know daddy.

Me: Yes darling, you loved his little dead body very well.

And everyone was happy. The End.

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