Modern day eugenics at play. As I was taken captive for the second time, tied, wriggled free of the ties and attempted to escape, quickly there was 8 people, men and women after and on me, pushing me to the ground at what point it was obvious to change my escapestrategy into minimizing the damage done to me by trying to get my torso and limbs in such angles they wouldn't completely break from the weight of those men and women, I started to sing about the situation, asking how you'd do if you had a weight double or multiple times of your own body weight pressed on you, a hundred, 200 kilos or more of (human)mass holding you down, they slightly lessened their hostility as a reaction to the peaceful singing, a lullaby, but it didn't stop them from completing their mission to tie me completely and move to a questionable room, where a woman came with an injection, and as I was tied from all my limbs and the guards pushing me down to not try to fight the injection, the woman with the injection needle stuck it to where my ovaries are (one side of those). If I had tried to fight it, it would have been likely to get then injected to both ovaries and not just one and a bunch of other questionable injections on top of that etc. Sometime before this, I had randomly met a pretty lady who had been captive also, and she had had damage done to her ovaries of the other side too. And not captive of a crime, no, neither of us, captive for just the sake of it, for the sake of persecution of those who've been victims of some sort already, for the sake of eliminating those from the gene pool who may potentially question genocidal or totalitaristic practices, those who have morals where life is to be valued. After the injection room I was transferred (fully tied) to another place and another room of isolation where they brought food. I passed out. And when I woke up, I didn't have any clothing on but on the top part, I didn't know what had happened after I passed out, of how badly I had been unconcious, why my pants were not on me but on the floor. The transfers are done at nights, accompanied by armed men.

What happened to a group of chimps when "depressed" chimps were removed from the group? You might also wonder what happens to a society at large when you remove certain individuals into confinement or isolation away from society.

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Transcript: Drugs, Depression & Chimpanzees, Nov 22 2006

Are antidepressants good for a boost if you're already healthy? Depressed chimps study. The use of drugs.

To love, to submit to a narcissist - be it family, friend, relative, institution, job, relationship, anything - is to commit a slow and painful suicide. To wriggle free is just as hard and difficult, yet always worth a try if there's even a slightest glimpse of hope on the other side. Don't ever forget that. Where is that other side to be found, when states, countries have adopted control mechanisms that match the criteria of narcissistic insanity? The goal of a narc is to drain their victim dead, gaslight to despair, scapegoat the best with victim blaming propaganda. Truth is the utmost enemy of a narc. Narcs aim for complete control, and any deviation from that, such as their victim living happily and peacefully their own life minding their business, is treated as a crime. Yet their victims often take and internalize the blame, because it's outside of their comprehension that someone could truly behave according to such a socially sadistic murdering logic, which is a guideline of narcs. Victims often behave according to a completely opposite logic, of trying to make it so others needn't suffer as they have. To do things that benefit all and many, to gain joy from making others happy. Even on the expense of one's own needs. While to a narc it's a game of powerplay, everything boils down to power and control. They are opposites like in math there are positive and negative numbers. The more positive you add, the more negative the narc adds to keep the equation at zero or less. Narcs are like black holes sucking everything in with their intensity, gravity. And the victims are like stars, suns, shining bright enabling life on nearby planets.

Mice - gotta love them. Such wondrous and agile creatures of evolution.

The tactique of divide and conquer in modern world. Privatized, yet reinforced by institutional organizations by the aid of DSM-categorization, which allows for a lifelong prisonment of rebels based on classifying rebellion and critique as insanity. Riots personalized, privatized and turned into suicides in the face of loss of freedom of expression, loss of freedom. The deprivation of freedom supported by a cult like mass mentality of herds of people being offended or "worried" about what a creator of any sort has posted on social media. And most often than not, those who rather silence others or even go as far as cause them to lose their rights or get them prisoned, do nothing in the field where their target is active, be it a business or social media, they dare not post or try to do anything in the fear of being associated with it in relation to work or such. When speech, creativity and emotions have been criminalised or classified as insane, it's more about cencorship and dividing people than it is about wellbeing, on the grounds of which further and further acts of limitations to freedom are being passed globally. The support of the masses for censorship is gained on the premises of painting pictures about "dangerous insanity" a bit like jews or any other persecuted group in history. And on false grounds people are taken away, injected, prisoned, drugged. False diagnoses to silence and prison, based on persecution by those who want their target to be silenced, be it family, friends or someone who targets you for fun. By classifying the word persecution as an absolute impossibility, it does the exact opposite of it, making critique against such impossible. And people die, some of them by their own hands, which is again used as further grounds to limit freedom even more. And the cycle of violence and sensorship continues.

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