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For me at least, nothing. I collect rocks, coins and trading cards because I like them. I like rocks because they are just awesome to me. I collect coins because my Dad used to, and one day I was given change back, and it was a 2013 quarter error, fairly common for a collectors coin but super cool! Another time I received a gold plated quarter as change, a publicity stunt and not worth much either, and from then on I look out for collectors coins in my change. I don’t buy rare coins, I like finding them in circulation, like I’m a pirate.

Demon Ive decided what I want to do with my life with your power with my research, I felt safe I felt sad I felt pain.Me: Demon I want to use my power to destroy corporal punishment, I didn’t feel embarseed saying that to him, I didnt feel silly, but….. *I felt alone* I felt depressed, I felp helpless but I can't do it without your power this punishment this “Thing" is spread all over the world, I felt desperate, I even felt weak. Will you please help me.Demon: Yes….I felt relief, I felt happy, I felt joy when your hit as a kid your suppose to feel completely embarrassed, helpless, weak, and piety yourself I simply found a counter, and no it wasn't hitting my parents back, no it was a demon telling me I could kill the whole thing and with him at my side I felt at peace.I felt trust, all the emotions the person who hits you tries and “Force" you to feel after harming you I felt them through someone who wouldn't hurt me, I felt like a person….. I felt like I was normal.When I heard there was research against hitting kids I felt at ease, and when I heard people try and say they hit there kids kindly, and with special rules…… is sanity a emotion? Cause it was at that point I lost mine. I created a sword, a sword that would remove this virus from the earth, I felt powerful, I felt happy, I felt unstoppable, I made my choice I want to use my powers use my abilities and destroy the ideology of hitting kids, I've studied for 9 years since I was 12 years old, I felt concerned and confident, I felt helpless and strong, I felt sad and happy, but I felt as if I made the right choice that if I didn't do it no one else could, when I saw other people try and fight against corporal punishment I felt happy knowing I wasn't alone, but seeing how others treated us as people, how they talked, how they just ignored and walked away from things they didn't like or didn't want to hear, I felt sad because I was reminded of the times of Martin Luther King Jr. Where you couldn't just run away like a little bitch and block someone if you where losing a debate or a argument, I thought why do children have to go this way why are they forced to take the extended route where you hope the adults don't block each other on Twitter and Facebook and post mean post of each other before they find out hitting kids is bad, and then…… then I felt enraged.Not only is it harder to argue with someone who thinks they found the “Right way" to abuse kids, now we also have to get through this online world we live in and have the kids suffer for it, you never heard of the right way to beat a slave based on weather it causes Psychological or physical issues or not, but kids oh no they don't get that privilege. I felt anger a unstoppable anger, a rage I knew I could only satisfy by killing every justification for hitting kids I came across, so I did and I did what I always did I researched and got stronger, each person I met was new knowledge to collect new research to learn, I even learned how to navigate through this pathetic internet world, where everyone's a grammar nazi, where you could be blocked if you said the wrong thing, I adapted I learned to manipulate……. I learned to lie, I learned to tell the truth, I learned what triggers people but don't get me wrong I wasn't doing this for the children, I wanted to see how powerful I was, how beatable these “Unbeatable people" where how fragile they where but…..No matter how much I tried or how much knowledge I gained the sound of crying children never left my head, I originally wanted to kill corporal punishment just to test the limits of humans Psychological abilities and show the world how strong the human mind naturally is, but no matter how much I got my mind drunk on insanity, the constant people defending this abuse range through my head, you'd think a person's joking, that I could just leave quora and never have to see anyone defend hitting kids ever again, my life is on the internet my research is on the internet, I'm not just gonna leave someone behind because my pain is great, because my pain will never be greater then there's plus I'd bump into it eventually I always do, everyone does that's just how the world works, I mean come on I live in a black family, I'm African American, each time I hear whooping or belt it hurts but when I see “Last resort" or “give a explanation first" it hurts the most if your thinking cause that's the way my dad hurt me you'd be right….. and he'd always hug me afterwards……. he'd always……. moving on.I started calling myself “King" and completely gave into my insanity after seeing how much power it gave me, *Sips tea* I felt power extreme power, like success I became so good I currently have the best defenses against hitting kids you'll find anywhere, if you told me spanking causes aggression I'd bitch slap you and tell you not to bring me such a weak ass argument again, and then I'd slame my cards on the table you wanna know all the side effects of hitting kids you want a real man's argument? *slams hand on the table* here use this instead.But now now I feel lost, cause there's just so many just showing 1 person there defense against hitting kids is nothing, is in itself nothing it's not like I'm reaching the 7 billion damn people on planet earth at once, but I also felt hope, that 1 day I will or someone will help me. The truth is I already have a plan to kill this shit as well, and that makes me feel……. just decent and that's about it. I never cared about “Debating people online" or being “King" or any of that I just wanted research, to learn, to see what I needed to do, what I was up against…….. I should of felt fear because I know what being hit as a kid does to the mind, and not that it scares kids it's much worse much much worse…….. but I didn't feel fear, my mind just did what it always did….. I learned…..… I adapted, I upgraded.*The king sits on his throne power racing through every inch of his mind* there's so much to think about, and I don't know what the emotion I'm feeling know is called? Am I astonished? Am I helpless? Am I confident? You think the people I debate have big strong stances to defend themselves? No just a lot of ad hominems, personal attacks, grammar nazi's, cowards, you can accuse someone of the “Durien kugar effect" or other shit it's like when people get a new toy they can't wait to use it, if I were to say the amount of legit arguments for hitting kids I had to kill vs personal attacks and other shit I'd say 4% to 96% in the latest favor…….. I've heard all the shit “If everyone says it then it must be true" “If everyone treats you the same then it must be you" if I wasn't able to switch my personality at will, know how this kind of argument work, and didn't take into account other people who defend against this abuse and how they are treated this MIGHT of been true a lot of people, people know I'm insane James C. Talbot Joyce, Alex, Anne, anyone who answers questions in this subject, know's I'm messed up in the head, but they know why if they've really read my answers……… I feel sad because I know what I did wrong I tried to fight back against being hit as a kid mentally instead if physical……. a child…… isn't meant to have the thoughts I had the mind can escalate things to a alarming rate………where you sugar I see monsters………. I feel guilty……But without that decision I wouldn't be as dedicated as I am now, so I feel greatful.There's so much I have to do so much bullshit I have to get through, so much hate, so much negativity, so many false angels.…… so many thoughts, any defense for corporal punishment or even other forms of abuse die when they come near me, that's how my curse works, my mind will literally think for years until it dies………… because I can't handle it's existence……… there's so much…… there's so many………it hurts…….. it hurts……… I'm tired.*The king cries his sword still in his hands* Why am I so tired………