Morality is a woman’s best friend, but she only likes him as a friend, never as a lover.
Because morality is really just a little faggot, always too afraid, too timid, too weak, too effeminate, too conservative, too boring, too coy, too clever, too mendacious.
Morality is a castrated male, a freak of nature, too ugly to be a woman, too weak to be a man, doomed to walk the earth as an abomination to God. No wonder the slave races love him: the Jews, the Chinese, and the French seem to be especially fond of him. In looking into morality the slave races have gazed upon themselves; in morality the slave races molded images after themselves. After all the slave races invented moralities.
I have always wondered if it is morality that made superior humans out of the ordinary humans. Quite the contrary, it is immorality that made superior humans out of the ordinary. Without the great immoralists of the past, Europeans today would have still lived in the medieval period.
Morality is a scalpel, and its function is to castrate the enemy, so they become weak and effeminate. Morality then becomes a tyrant after she has castrated all her enemy.
Who are sickest and most disgusting humans alive today? Those who have achieved the highest moral characters. In that case the Chinese undoubtedly takes the cake.