I imagine that there are
some people who have learned to associate killing --- or, more
commonly, violence --- with some other pleasureable primary stimulus,
such as the acquisition of money or drugs. So it seems to them that
killing (or violence) is “fun”. But, I suspect that most people
who boast of killing for fun are only kidding themselves, and
everyone else, in order to avoid having to admit that they are
responsible for what they do. This rationalization, which is usually
(but certainly not always) buried in the unconscious from years of
practice, goes something like this: “If I enjoy it, then I can't be
blamed for it because it is my nature.” But, the truth is that they
don't really enjoy it; nobody does, not even those who have been
conditioned to derive pleasure from it. It is the anticipation of
some primary (or other secondary) stimulus that creates the illusion
of pleasure. As such, we are no better than Pavlov's salivating dogs
receiving “pleasure” from the ringing bell that announces dinner.
And I say “we” are no better, because WE are all subject to this
same process of complex conditioning. Whether we want to admit it to
ourselves or not, we are all capable of murder, and we are all
responsible for it when it happens, whether we can see the blood on our
hands or not.
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