August 13, 2005
Dearest diary,
It's shortly before midnight. I am laying in bed thinking about all the ridiculously stupid people out there. I feel for them. But what can I do? How can I help such morons?
Sometimes I get really depressed when I see them on TV, or they're gathering around me like flies at some event. I would like to shoot them. They'll never know what hit 'em.
I told them to stay away from psychiatrists and their insanity and evil drugs; I told them to go run around, get some exercise, it'll workout fine. But they're all simply too thick to understand. Only the vast wisdom that's been stuffed into me at The Church has made me the Mental Master that I am.
The rest cannot be helped. So screw 'em. They can't believe what I say. I know the Truth, but they're too moronic to see beyon...
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