Yes, I am heartless.

In the middle of surfing news site BBC, I came across an article about asylym seekers rioting in Australia.


Initially, I thought it was a prison outbreak and I was thinking oh noes! More shit happening in the world! Then upon reading the article, I realised it referred to immgration ; people seeking entry to live in Australia.


Wow - you want someone to make you a citizen, you want to live off the state, and you want it done to your timeline? Fucktards. I think not. The Australian government doesn't think so either. If you don't like it, tough! It will still be MILES better than where you came from!


I possess, I think, less compassion than most decent/normal people. Sure, I will stand by my fmaily no matter what I say or post on this blog. But my head rules, most of the time, for anyone else. I first wondered about it when I did my personality tests (I did a lot, they fascinated me then). And a common refrain was that I had, for lack of a better phrase, ther capacity to be coldly logical.


I'll give you an example. In my apartment block, there are about 4 units along the main common corrider. I'm at one end. The other end houses a malay family with 2 very young children. The boy must be about 6 or 7. The girl, about 3.


One day, I was outside my main door smoking, when the girl walked past me to go to the end house (another Malay family). She knocked on the door, but no one answered. She walked back past me, then walked back again,. AFter she had passed me (and eyed me) for about 3 times, she asked me softly in english "Auntie, do you have sweet?"


First off, I have never seen this this child before. Secondly, what sort of upbringing are you cultivating in your child, that she should have no compunction about asking a total stranger for sweets?


My own personal opnion is that this seems to be a a family of grabbers. I mentioned this to my mom and apparently the older boy had asked her for sweeties too. Good god. What's the one thing kids are always taught when young? Never to accept, right? And here we have two, ASKING for it.


The temptation now is that if the small girl walks by and asks for sweeties again, I am going to cut a lime or something horrible and make her *eat* it. It will teach her not to ask for food from strangers.


Mean? Perhaps. But if it ever happens, it will be a lesson swiftly learned by these children. Compassion? That these are just kids?


BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAA!
You take take this compassion and shove it!


The parents are doing a shit job of upbringing and I have no compunction about staring and frowning at these kids whenever I see them outside my apartment now. I do not wish to encourage them to come around, I do not wish to see them touch my mom's plants and gardening tools outside, I do not wish to have any encuonter with them at all, nor with their other family members. We have had no interaction for the 20 years we've lived here. I do not intend to start now.




Compassion for idiots? You can keep it, thanks.