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Dear readers one way or another six people have committed crimes against humanity. 
What you are going to read about these individuals is all the wrongdoings they did in their lives without realising that in life there was beauty. 

The best and most beautiful things in the world could not be seen or even touched by them. Loving another human being is like a beautiful flower which one could not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same. They should have loved themselves for who they were, but instead, they were not happy from within. Probably they would have been the most beautiful people if they did this, while their lives would have shown their best asset.

Beauty had so many forms, and the most beautiful thing is confidence and love. Loving is one of the best beauty remedies. If these people had a good approach to life, they wouldn’t be here to be judged by the hand of justice. Love is a scary thing, and one never knew what is to happen. It is one of the most beautiful things, but it is one of the most terrifying too. These six people have rejected love and turned to the wrong lanes of life.

We all have feelings and if they were aroused by the touch of someone's hand, by the sound of music, by the smell of a flower, by a beautiful sunset, by a work of art, by love, by laughter, by hope and by faith they all would have worked on both the unconscious and the conscious aspects of themselves, but instead, they had physiological consequences. When virtue and modesty tried to enlighten, they saw nothing beautiful in the world. There was always something bothering them in the shape of a vicious heart.

Because they had a corrupt heart, they never became part of a beautiful mind and there were no stronger feelings to consult the three beautiful emotions that a human could gain and could have made a difference. They are truth, mercy and hope.

The theory of life is that life is beautiful. But life didn't change for anybody. These people had a day, and they had a night, they had a month, and a year. These people changed, they became miserable or unhappy. Their things were not beautiful but associated with greed, vanity and lust; they had their memories and moments and they wasted them. They didn't celebrate these three emotions, and love passed them by.

The beauty of life was when humans appreciated everything, but these six people didn’t. They didn’t even love themselves and that's when they became wicked and ugly. They did not believe that life isn’t always beautiful, and they missed its beautiful ride. If They considered a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees were to look at, they didn't see what went on underground as they grew roots. Trees developed deep roots to grow strong and produce their beauty. But they didn't see these roots. They just saw and cursed beauty. In much the same way, what went on inside of them was like badly infected roots.

I’m afraid maybe even you readers don’t understand that one of the most beautiful qualities of living is to understand and to be understood, and when it comes to fear it doesn’t keep you focused on the past or worried about the future. If you acknowledge your fears, then you will realize that you were in the right path to goodness. Your eyes will see the beautiful skies. Your ears might hear the voices of good people around you.

These people (a racist, a whore, a wife, a priest, a killer, a prime minister) had to keep looking up! They would have learned from the past, they never dreamt about the future, and they have never stood tall. There's nothing like “love thy neighbour to end a healthy day.” When they were in a beautiful place, they might have enjoyed the beauty of nature, that is the sunrise and the sunset, and then they might have lived a near-perfect life. But they have missed out on the need to see their beauty and they were never satisfied.

The more we see the beauty around us, the charming and wonderful things, the more they become invisible to us. That is why we take for granted the beauty of this world like the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds and even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less. Every person has their own identity and beauty. Everyone is different and that is what is beautiful. If we are all the same, it will be boring.
These cursed people have never treated anyone they met as if they were going to be dead by the night. They never extended to them all the care, kindness and understanding they could muster, and did it without thought of any reward. No matter what had happened to them in the past it had no power to keep them from having an amazingly good future, but they failed to do so completely. If they chose to be positive and had a grateful attitude, they would have determined how they were going to live their lives.

The racist point of view: -

Well, I obstinately and intolerantly devoted my own opinions and prejudices to groups of a racial or ethnic group with hatred and intolerance. I was a person who had strong, unreasonable beliefs and did not like other people who had different beliefs in a different way of life. All the walls that kept me from loving others were different from me. I love racism and detested religion. Where I grew up, I was never thought to accept differences. What made me so selfish and prideful which kept me from wanting to help the next man? Was it because it made me focus on personal vengeance as opposed to the right legacy of a race? I think my behaviour towards people sprang from the lie that certain human beings are less than fully human. It was a self-centred falsehood that corrupted my mind into believing I was right to treat others differently. Most Christian 'believers' tend to echo the cultural prejudices and world views of the dominant group in their country, with only a minority revealing any real transformation of attitudes or consciousness.

Racism, xenophobia and unfair discrimination have spawned slavery, human beings have bought and sold and owned and branded fellow human beings as if they were beasts of burden. The word 'racism' is like salt and pepper. They can be put on practically anything and anybody. 
Parents and schools should have placed great emphasis on the idea that it was all right to be different. Racism and all the other 'isms' grew from primitive teaching, the instinctive enmity against those of another tribe, race, religion, nationality, class or whatever. He would have been a lucky child and man if his parents taught him to accept diversity.

This lady was an escort girl. (a prostitute, a whore) and this is her opinion: -

Was there anything wrong with fulfilling a man’s desire? And I lusted for money.  I had to live too, didn’t I? In my experience, a man in his natural perversion wants to fuck with a hooker, wed a virgin, and keep them both. Mostly men are, I can assure you. I was kind of a good girl - and sometimes I was not. I was a good girl because I believed in love, integrity, and respect. I was a bad girl because I liked to fuck men. I know that I had a great body and I used it accordingly. I knew a man once who gave up smoking, drinking, sex, and rich food. He was healthy right up to the day he killed himself.
I never thought that sex was wrong, sinful, or dirty. When you take away the thought of things being dirty or forbidden, then you could enjoy the sensual pleasure in the woman and realise it was a kind of magic spell; it demanded complete abandon; if words or movements opposed the magic of caresses, the spell was broken. We prostitutes usually give the men what the wives refused to give them. 'Sex' is important as eating or drinking and we allow one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other. I tell you the only individual who didn’t think of sex often, was an intellectual. Anyone who knew anything of history knew that great social changes were impossible without woman’s upheaval. Social progress could be measured exactly by the social position of the fair sex, and the ugly ones were also included. 
Also, I was not a fool and go a ride with a man and give him a blow job for nothing.
When people went to a bar or a restaurant, they had to pay for what they ordered. That was the same with me. For some sex was a mere exercise, for some sex was love while for others thought sex was everything. Being an escort girl, I didn’t believe in the latter. Sex was not everything, but money was.
I have all the morals a human being should, except for fucking for money. That was not a bad percentage, was it? Women were systematically degraded by receiving the trivial attention which men thought it manly to pay for sex, when, in fact, men were insultingly supporting their superiority. The Italians and Spanish, Chinese and Vietnamese saw food as part of a larger, more essential and pleasurable part of their daily life. Not as an experience to be collected or bragged about or as a ritual like filling up a car with diesel. But when it came to making love that was something else which gave pleasure to the body and soul. Of course, I was going to be labelled as a prostitute. Well, I made my bed, and I slept in it. Love in truth was nothing but a misspelt word for fuck. Sex was like washing your face, just something you did because you had to. Sex without love was commercial. In true love sex followed love, it never preceded it.

Tell anyone how a person judged his or her self-esteem, and I will tell you how that person operated at work, in love, in sex, in parenting, in every important aspect of existence, and how high he or she was likely to rise. I say that reputation and self-esteem was the single most important factor for a fulfilling life without relying on sex.
Was she not ashamed, this woman? She said she had morals, in fact, she had no morals at all. I can remember when the air was clean, and sex was dirty. I don’t know what happened to the true meaning of love. 

Now comes the opinion of the priest (a paedophile)
WARNING: - This could be upsetting.

I can tell you why I was disrobed from your priesthood because in my life I abused children.
Why did I commit such abhorring acts? If I knew that, I think for me it would have been a different story. There was no reason, I think I was too attracted to children. Now I know the rape of a child is a violent act of contempt, not an expression of sexuality or affection. The fact is the abuse was never deserved, it was an exploitation of innocence and physical disadvantage, which is perceived as an opportunity by the abuser (me). To begin with, I was not a homosexual. To begin with, homosexuality had nothing to do with paedophilia; one is a sexual orientation, and the other is sexual perversion. Yet, most cases of paedophilia involved incest. I have never involved any of my family in the acts.

In my opinion, a man who sticks his cock in an infant`s mouth belonged to Satan’s circle of hell. There is no forgiveness for that. But this priest had a position of trust by parents and the children. How the hell did he turn to young children?

My sexual exploits began with my neighbourhood playmates and continued for a long time. I lived in a busy sexual childhood environment, somehow managing to avoid venereal disease through my toddler years. By twelve I was sexually active with many friends. A small group of us regularly met in the grammar school lavatory to perform fellatio on one another. None of us ever got caught, but we never worried about it anyway. We all understood that what we were doing was not to be discussed freely with adults, but we viewed it as a fun, sort of confidential activity. None of us had any guilty feelings about it; we figured everyone did it. Why shouldn’t we?

That is not a justified excuse. I know!

Some people are addicted to drugs, alcohol and many other vices, I called my situation an addiction too. In the end, I had to suffer. People looked at me like I was an animal. People who didn't know me judged me. I always remember going up to visit someone in prison, and this woman was sitting there. She was looking at me, growling a bit, and I could imagine what she was thinking: "There's a paedophile!" Anyway, I later discovered her character. And I'll tell you, it outweighed anything I'd ever done.'

The town was more than ready to accept the window dressing that hid the ugly truth of my guilt. Some shared the secrets and kept silent. Others would not have believed if they had been told. They would not have wanted to know.

The unfaithful wife speaks: -

Have I as a wife always been faithful? I am a mother of three children. And I was an unfaithful wife. As far as I know, I was a good mother and wife. Every morning when I woke up I could choose joy, happiness, negativity, and pain. To feel the freedom that came from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices. I chose to feel life and did not deny my humanity but embraced it. It is a well-thought principle. (Don’t you?)  But in truth, I was completely not satisfied just with my husband! No, not always. I was in a difficult situation. My husband worked hard. He had two jobs and we hardly talked for more than an hour. When he came home from his day job, he eats something and goes to bed to rest. After his sleep, he gets up, shower and goes to the nightclub where he works up to the hours of the night. He wasn’t there for me sexually. I am a woman who craved my needs. 
When I decided to put my needs on everything I did, physical or anything else it spread into my home and my life.  I have seen many storms in my life. Most storms have caught me by surprise, so I had to learn very quickly to look further and understand that I was not just a wife and a mother. I wanted to exercise the art of patience and satisfy myself too. Positivity, confidence, and persistence are key in life, but I gave up quickly on myself quickly. Sex without love was a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go it was damn good. I thought that there was no harm in it.

No harm. 
Unfaithful to her husband who worked his life out for her and the children?

I loved my husband. What I did with some men was not love but lust. Sex without love was merely healthy exercise. Isn’t that so? I was lucky enough not to get caught. Had I considered those days if my husband found out about my unfaithfulness, what would he have done? He might have left or even harm me. Yet, I did not think about that. With age came wisdom and a high sex drive, and the wisdom to enjoy it. The more I focused on sex without love, my lifestyle and motherhood the less energy I spent covering up my deeds.

The thing with adultery is that took up the least amount of time and caused the most amount of trouble.

Sex kept me fit and healthy. What could have been better than that? It was not about crazy diets or gym workouts. With it, I managed a good home, upbringing and……..I tell you I had true love with my husband. True love didn't happen right away; it was an ever-growing process. It developed after we've gone through many ups and downs, when we’ve suffered together, cried together, and laughed together. And that happened to me and my husband. I know I was wrong and what I did was selfishness, I admit that.

True love was not everything to her. It was like allowing a mirror to be held up to her daily. True love was selfless. It was prepared to sacrifice. And she did not do any sacrifices to keep away from her misdemeanours. There is a difference between lust and passionate love. Lust couldn’t just creep in. She would not have found it were true love existed, but it had power enough to shatter the world she had worked so hard to create with love. It is so difficult in the world for people to find love, true love, I mean.
One thing is for sure by committing adultery, there is no true love in the family. On the other hand, how do we know that? The Pope tells us not to have sex outside marriage, and not to be unfaithful, but what does he know about it? I kept saying that, and I truly meant it that I thought that when you experience true love, it never went away.  Genuine and true love is so rare that when you encountered it in any form, it was a wonderful thing, especially to be utterly cherished in whatever form it took. True love, that is deep, abiding love that is impervious to emotional whims or fancy, is a choice. It is a constant commitment to a person regardless of the circumstances. For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if one went to take water from a true fountainhead, the more water you drew, the more abundant were filled. Love is pure and true; love knows no gender. Nothing could bring a real sense of security into the home except for true love.

The Prime Minister let's see what he wants to tell us: -

Did I lie purposely?
I know what I’m talking about, but it was not a catalyst for my content. I didn't need to talk about race to have material. My style of living was more self-deprecating. I thought that makes me more creative. When one dealt with white versus black, one was not separated from the pack. They did what everybody else was doing. Also, the way we started to break down systemic racism was to start building individual relationships with people who were not like us. 
I went to war on a lie. And that is the truth?
I thought I had solid evidence about what was happening in that country, and we had to solve it for the sake of its neighbours and the world. Yet when I invaded and won the war there was no evidence of any weapons of mass destruction. I could not understand that. Did I still believe that the country still possessed these weapons? Yes, I did believe it. Where they have hidden these weapons of mass destruction, I couldn’t comprehend but I still believe it.
I know I was not perfect. If I could convince somebody of something that they didn’t necessarily think was the case, it was an asset. Not that I was like, a pathological liar, but we spend most of the day not fully being honest. All politicians are like that.

I know that honesty was of God and dishonesty was of the devil; the devil was a liar from the beginning. This prime minister reminded me of a 'Pathological liar'. He was absolutely the toughest individual to deal with as a politician. Because he couldn’t take anything they said at face value. And he couldn’t, fill in their personality. He didn't know what was real and what was not. There’s no doubt about that what I write, yet those good things were very limited to those he did bad. To him, the most dangerous individual was that person who caught his lies, but he didn't say anything about it. In that case, he wasn’t sure which lies, were compromised. The trouble with lying and deceiving is that their efficiency depends entirely upon a clear notion of the truth, that the liar and deceiver wished to hide. The best liar was he who made the smallest amount of lying go the longest way.

Let me get you to understand. I stood up for what I believed in, I was very honest, and I always told the truth. I'm not a liar, I was not manipulative, and I didn't stab anyone in the back because if I did, I would have stabbed them in their chest.

Show me a politician who didn't want to be known for what he told, and I'll show you a liar. Later, one realized that there's more to it than just the acquisition of fame, money and gifts. But that was what drove them and was what drove me, initially.

White lies never hurt anyone.

The liar's punishment is not in the least that he is not believed, but that he couldn’t believe anyone else. A liar often smiled subtly while telling a lie; it is an unconscious expression of his delight in getting away with that lie
The liars can figure out a way to justify anything. They are not honest because they are incapable of telling us the truth. They are unloved in their own house. They are figures of ridicule, a theatrical creation, they are almost sympathetic, contaminated by what was told to them by the greedy and the outright stupid that they would make a swell prime minister etc, etc. 
The lies have spun out of control, with liars lying.

Thou shall not kill said the Lord.
And here is the killer’s opinion about it.

I admit I have killed many human beings. I did this because, in my honest opinion, I thought I was only cleansing them from their horrible life. In my mind, it was not murder. In my case, I used to call it an act of mercy. Euthanasia.
The law said that one cannot murder anyone. That I knew. But I took the risk. I lived my life comfortably. I liked to drink a lot, ate a lot and fucked a lot. Is that what humans did, apart from shitting and peeing?  
If you asked me, can I explain my killings?
I decided the do nature’s way quicker. What kind of a life had those people on the edge of dying, suffering pains to keep them holding to life? I thought I would release them from the burden. Euthanasia is the termination of a very sick person's life to relieve them of their suffering. A person who undergoes euthanasia usually had an incurable condition and wanted to do it with their permission.  But I knew too there were other instances where some people wanted their life to end. I was a doctor, a surgeon, maybe I didn’t have the right to kill them all. I did not believe in all the arguments against voluntary euthanasia, the most influential was the 'slippery slope' of not allowing doctors to kill patients. 
The whole notion of pain, and how every individual experienced pain, was up for debate. I didn't know how another person experienced pain. Physical pain or mental pain. Some of the clinics where they assisted suicide or euthanasia was a clinic that was 'tiredness of life. I my opinion that is.
If a person had terminal cancer, had a few weeks to live, and was in a tremendous amount of pain, was it wrong of me to effectively turned off the switch of life?

Even putting aside, the morality upon which the constitution and all nation's cultures were based, the notion of involuntary euthanasia contradicted the long-held body of medical ethics to which all doctors were to adhere.
The answer about euthanasia was not if one agreed to do it or not but if the actual doctors concerned could live with their conscience and living with it. Patients who were being kept alive by the technology had no right to end their lives. They had no right to stop any medical interventions, from respirators to antibiotics. They did not need physician-assisted suicide or euthanasia. They should have died naturally.

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