It is a shame that my suicide has been entirely defined by my racial particularities and not by the universalities of the human condition. I shall leave such a task to the Mitchel Heisman’s of the world. He spent 20 years preparing his suicide, and then killed himself in public. He was prescient enough to purchase webhosting for his philosophical suicide note for many years after his death. Given the shallowness of American society, I think more people will be interested in a Eurasian killing himself over race and sex, than the profound conundrums of human existence.
We all have the right to suicide. This is the basic principle of American “freedom”. Life, liberty and the pursuit of hapaness are our rights. Our personal property. If I don’t own my life, I don’t own anything. Self-ownership is the foundation of all private property. I’m free to dispose of it as I will. While my life was created by WMAF, it is owned by me, and not WMAF. And WMAF can’t tell me not do die. I’m at liberty to dispose of my life, because happiness is an impossibility for a Hapa.
I’m not a total radical, when it comes to the right of suicide. I don’t think we should dispose of our lives carelessly and
unreasonably. If I were writing the laws, I would legalize suicide centers, under the condition that the customer be required to wait 2 years before receiving the product. I have already waited 4 years since I wrote this blog in 2011. Before that I was going to kill myself in a philosophical manner, right before Heisman beat me to it. He was my suicidal rival, who stole my idea, of the perfect rational suicide. With a brilliant thesis lambasting the vanity of biological life. He had no personal reason to die, and yet he did it out of logic. He defied the biological instinct, in favor of a higher morality. I can’t begrudge him too much for stealing my thunder. As he spent longer writing his suicide, than I have being alive. He was a White Male, so he can talk about thing likes the universe. He is not defined by race, sex, orientation.
You can’t say suicide is always wrong, and theres never a reason to do it. We don’t have the right to harm others, but we always have the right to harm ourselves. I don’t want these genes, so I have to get rid of them somehow. It is clear that its impossible for a Hapa to live a happy life, and you can’t tell me to live, just because my death negates your happy, shiny world. I’m daily tortured by my WMAF genes. I think I have made clear and rational arguments about why WMAF torments me so much. You can’t tell me to keep my WMAF genes, to grin and bear it. I want to get rid of my race. You can’t get a race-change operation, like you can a sex-change operation. I know that tons of Asian women, get surgery to have less slanty eyes. But none of them look remotely white, they just look slightly more Eurasian like me. I’m far more white looking already than any Asian who has gotten double eye-lid surgery. So, no outside James Bond movies, Asians can’t get reconstructive surgery to become white.
Do you believe that transsexuals are mentally ill when they get surgery to get rid of their gender? I’m just getting surgery to get rid of the Eurasian body which has done nothing but torment me, brought me nothing but pain. The only race-change surgery that exists, is full-body removal. And so I must remove my biological shell from existence. I must end my biological life and become worm food. I’m disposing of personal property which I no longer wish to own. Discarding a ‘gift’ that my wmaf parents forced upon me against my will.
Who are you to tell me my suicide is wrong? To force me to live a life I don’t want to live. Even my parents refuse to support me for life. Will you pay all my bills? I can’t live among a human race who despises me. I think there is nothing illogical in this. Unless you want to pay the expenses of my solitary confinement, in which I can be kept safe from a human species that hates me, you have no right to judge. It is too much to ask of me. I can’t live so many years among my mortal enemies. Among such vitriol hatred directed at me, for something I didn’t choose. It is you who are cruel and unreasonable, if you expect me to endure it for your amusement.
Eurasian life is a contradiction in terms. It is impossible to live as a me. The classic lines are the best. Goodbye cruel world. Thats all that needs to be said. This world is a cruel and horrible place, and I have no wish to live among it. I don’t even owe this world a goodbye.