This is a link of graphic nature. Prepare to be pissed off.
http://sharerimg.com/p/55689.html
Very few perpetrators get convicted, because the government doensn't give enough of a shit about women to do anything about it. They don't publish pics of women in newspapers because that's too "immodest"

While the laws over here might be better, are the people?

when we wake up, when we eat, breathe, drag our asses outside, develop skills, ULTIMATELY what are we doing this for? If evolution is right, then this we do it for the same reasosn everya nimal we've descended from has done it - to breed at some point. If incapable of breeding, then we do things to  improve the conditions of the whole human race, to contribute somehow. Improving conditions means that our population thrives. Why should it? Killing off stupid people so that they don't breed just means that someone else will breed, We are all pretty fucking stupid. It doesn't matter how well rounded you are on deceaced white figures or history if you're politically inclined to the left, or right, up or down.
The same patterns will follow. If a natural disaster wipes out the majority of us and the environment starts to repair itself, the remaining people will be enough to repopulate the world, again. Causing the same problems AGAIN.  We'll just keep doing the same shit, until the sun consumes us. Think about it.

I can never get myself to read as much books as other people who are accomplished readers(especially fiction). I hate politics (the shit throwing between left and right is irrelevant to the big picture of depleting essential resources). I stop myself before ever getting into debates with people because i feel it will amount to nothing but wishy washy unanswered questions or name calling, and because in the end, no one really cares what I think. Most of my thoughts are really mundane and i try not to express them until i've perfected them to something worthy of saying. I stay away from culture..no tv at all, no movies, just listen to music in light amounts.  Detaching from culture also means not being able to catch people's witty references to films and whatever. Unearned self esteem is one of the leading causes of problems in the world, so I have close to none. I feel like eveyone else reads from a catalogue of fun that i don't know about.

how do you guys manage? People seem to be pre-occupied with bullshit. When i was younger i was great at distractin myself, but now i'm not. Distraction doesn't work so well anymore and it doesn't feel right. Almost everything reminds me of death. I think about death every 10 seconds. I don't tell people in real life, cause hell, they have finite time too, and why make them depressed?

The book "the narcissism epidemic" by Jean M. Twenge and W. Keith Cambell provided a load of empirical evidence for what I have had a vibe about for a long time. This is generation N, folks. We are full of ourselves to our detriment. Everything from social networking, to the way parents call their kids "my little princess" to the status obsessed culture. Of course this isnt talking about Narcissism in the psychological disorder sense, but more so the prevalence of narcissistic traits,
agree? disagree?

-Death’s annihilation is no longer anything because it was already everything, because life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells. The head that will become a skull is already empty. Madness is the déja-vu of death.

-But when the madman laughs, he already laughs with the laugh of death; the lunatic, anticipating the macabre, has disarmed it.

-The elements are now reversed. It is no longer the end of time and of the world which will show retrospectively that men were mad not to have been prepared for them; it is the tide of madness, its secret invasion, that shows that the world is near its final catastrophe; it is man’s insanity that invokes and makes necessary the world’s end.

-At the opposite pole to this nature of shadows, madness fascinates because it is knowledge. It is knowledge, first, because all these absurd figures are in reality elements of a difficult, hermetic, esoteric learning.

-If folly leads each man into a blindness where he is lost, the madman, on the contrary, reminds each man of his truth; in a comedy where each man deceives the other and dupes himself, the madman is comedy to the second degree: the deception of deception; he utters, in his simpleton's language which makes no show of reason, the words of reason that release, in the comic, the comedy: he speaks love to lovers, the truth of life to the young, the middling reality of things to the proud, to the insolent, and the liars.

-This knowledge, so inaccessible, so formidable, the Fool, in his innocent idiocy, already possesses. While the man of reason and wisdom perceives only fragmentary and all the more unnerving images of it, the Fool bears it intact as an unbroken sphere: that crystal ball which for all others is empty is in his eyes filled with the density of an invisible knowledge.

-Thus the image is burdened with supplementary meanings, and forced to express them. And dreams, madness, the unreasonable can also slip into this excess of meaning.

-Up to the second half of the fifteenth century, or even a little beyond, the theme of death reigns alone. The end of man, the end of time bear the face of pestilence and war. What overhangs human existence is this conclusion and this order from which nothing escapes. The presence that threatens even within this world is a fleshless one. Then in the last years of the century this enormous uneasiness turns on itself; the mockery of madness replaces death and its solemnity. From the discovery of that necwhich inevitably reduces man to nothing, we have shifted to the scornful contemplation of that nothing which is existence itself.

-In the serene world of mental illness, modern man no longer communicates with the madman: on one hand, the man of reason delegates the physician to madness, thereby authorizing a relation only through the abstract universality of disease; on the other, the man of madness communicates with society only by the intermediary of an equally abstract reason which is order, physical and moral constraint, the anonymous pressure of the group, the requirements of conformity. As for a common language, there is no such thing; or rather, there is no such thing any longer.

- All quotes by foucault from "Madness and Civilization", a book that explores the definition of insanity in relation to power structure in society, going back to when lunacy was somewhat normal, to the era of institutions

Thoughts on this?
As it was noted in a previous thread, socialization eases anxiety about death. You can only imagine what the opposite would do.