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What does anonymity mean to you and why is it important?

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Anyone remember a thread on police here?
Might as well get started

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Unlike other animals, many of which have their own versions of fair play as well as their own unique disregard for it, homo sapiens a.k.a. "modern humans" are particularly immoral, ironic, and repulsive. What gives humans dominance over all other species is their intelligence. Since the dawn of homo sapiens, and perhaps before, humans have been able to communicate abstract concepts.

These abstract concepts, such as atomic structure, higher morality and even just holiday celebrations, are all examples of humanity's profound capacity to create and foster profound levels of beauty as well as intelligence. This makes it all the more disgusting when humanity ignores higher pursuits due to a greater interest in acts of savagery.

Even when it is not necessary, humans sink to extreme levels of depravity very quickly. Worse yet, the humans' seemingly harmless social conventions are often constructs to defend their most horrific practices.

Humanity's terrible, abhorrent practices include, but are certainly not limited to: conning of millions who are nutritionally deficient and/or starving, conventional bombing and nuclear bombing upon millions of non-combatants, genocide, manufacturing of highly addictive substances for profit (followed by the imprisonment of those who consume said substances without permission from the state), murder of children, sexual assault upon children...

Of course, the viewpoint that this essay posits is only a matter of opinion, and every society or potential society can be viewed as stifling the things that are truly important. What needs to be asserted is that the level of good-stifling that goes on in all human societies throughout history has been very extreme. The absolute horrors listed earlier are occurring by the hundreds at this very moment, yet scientists regard this time as one of humanity's highest moments in terms of basic morality.

In many latin-based languages, humanity or humanness is regarded as a form of essential goodness. People who show empathy and kindness are often referred to as "humane." This is a particularly ironic product of our bias towards beliefs that are pleasant, considering that humans are the most immoral and repulsive species on planet Earth.

Much like the Abrahamic religions put forth (because people of those religions are often masters of guilt), knowledge of the sins being committed greatly compounds the sins. Humanity is damned, and the only species capable of evil, because humans are intelligent enough to know the difference between good and evil from a conceptual standpoint and choose. Eve ate from the tree of knowledge, and the one God who is always good did not want this.

At the risk of making many readers uncomfortable, it is important to point out that all people are engaged in the condoning of humanity's most horrific practices, at least to some exten Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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What other chans do u guys use
:4: :g: :a: :g: doesn't count

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dumping my collection of relaxing wallpapers

this is my first post 7chan, and I have to say, I like this better 7chan

Tags: Rape, underage, Lesbian relationships, prostitution, modern.

Prologue:

My name is Natalie Hawthorn, or at least for the purposes of this story it is. My name actually is Natalie, but I am using an alias for my surname, it will eventually make sense as to why. Too many people involved who I would prefer not end up in prison. I don’t really hate any of them, or those who I feel should be behind bars have a little too much dirt on my friends and family. Lesser of two evils in my opinion. I am twenty four and this story began pretty much exactly ten years ago. It was summer vacation. But it didn’t feel like vacation.
Some people stay home on their vacation, I was no different. My family didn’t have a lot of money, so when we went away, it was saving up for a few years beforehand. I remember Disney world a bit. I was eight. But I still do recall some rides here and there. Like the Teacups or the god forsaken It’s a Small World. That thing was an hour and a half of my life I will never get back. I still have PTSD from that song.
But as I said I stayed home most summers. Some days skateboarding but usually I took the chance to be lazy and watching TV. At school I ran track, and I was fast, like really fast. I won’t reveal how many state records I have as it will be a little too easy to find me, but I will say that I have at least one. That speed however did get the attention of a talent scout. It was our final meet of the year, and after getting a good four seconds between me and the next girl, i was approached. I was offered a position at a prestigious sports academy, the catch, it was literally across the country. I’m a New York girl, born and raised. The school was in California. Anyone can tell you it is far.
As I said my parents did not have a lot of money, and and the offered position was not a scholarship. You had to be good to get into the school, but it wasn’t a free ride. While this was an awesome opportunity and I was pretty excited, I also knew there was a slim chance it would come to fruition. I wasn’t expecting it to work. Even if my parents could find a way to cover tuition, it was in Cali, which meant I also needed room and board. It was not like I could just take a bus home each night and have a home cooked meal. So we were trying to think of an option that would work. I tire dto help my selling lemonade, but apparently a fourteen year old girl selling lemonade was not as cute as s ix year old doing it so I only made fifty cents, and only after Kelly offered to spike the drink.
Okay let me tell you about Kelly, She is supposed to be my brother’s girlfriend. I mean they fuck, that is not really disputed, but really she was not in love with him. She was dating him for a different reason and I will get to that in a second. Now during the summer she lived with us. This was mainly due to her parents being out of the country, claim it was business, and Kelly would pul Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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It's hard to measure the cost of a dream, but without question Jack was done dreaming at the moment. The sharp sound of breaking glass outside the loft window had stirred him a few seconds ago and the heat and stench of the trashed alleyway outside made it impossible to get comfortable again. As he sat up his head pounded with the force of a nasty hangover and along with the ache memories of last night slowly surfaced in his mind. Jack had arrived in Phnom Penh the night before after a layover in Taiwan. The total trip had taken more than 30 hours and other than some turbulence somewhere over the pacific ocean the flight was dreadfully uneventful. Jack had tried numerous times to read the spy novel and TIME magazine he had purchased back at the airport in Texas but his thoughts kept creeping off the pages as he fantasized about his destination. Cambodia had been on his mind for months now. He marked down the days to his vacation every morning and spent the evenings researching and planning everything from budgets to weather forecasts. Now, in late spring, the day was finally here and no amount of snoring, arm rest hogging passengers, free in-flight energy drinks, and amazon best sellers could keep his mind off of how close he was to realizing his dream, his most secret fantasy.
Jack's plane had landed at the surprisingly modern Phnom Penh International Airport around 11 PM on a Friday night. He had intended to check into the loft apartment he rented for the two week stay as soon as he arrived but he had instead gotten a taxi to the closest club district. Despite the terrible jet lag and mostly sleepless flight, Jack knew he'd need a few drinks before he was out. "Besides" he thought as he eyed a group of call girls outside a local beer bar, "I've waited almost a year to see the sights".
After several drinks, which barely put a dent in the $10 dollar bill he had exchanged at the door for 40,000 Cambodian riel, he was beyond buzzed. The bar felt like a strip club, but with pool tables and an outside patio it was noteably more relaxed. Also the girls weren't as much dancing as advertising themselves to the outdated western pop music. A few of them were especially attractive and Jack felt his pants tighten around his crotch as a pair of young, dark haired, hostesses came by his table to flirt and implore him to buy another round. They weren't as polished as thai hookers but they seemed more genuine and friendly. More importantly, they were noticeably more grateful for the attention and tips the patrons tossed to them like scraps. Nothing turned Jack on more than a girl swathed in a palpable air of desperation from poverty. These girls were wearing it heavy, in fact the whole city was. His head was floating with a sense of preeminence and cheap drinks and soon he was drunk enough to consider paying to take a particular girl, the one now resting in his lap sport Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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