Or what?

It will become rapidly apparent that I am beyond reach of your savage, rage-baiting intellect. Banter is no fun when one side is desultory and half-asleep, I assure you. Additionally, open antagonism would lead one to my counter-rebuttal, which will be fun for no one but me and dames who fantasize about slicing open a Taun-Taun and cuddling in an abbatoir-like thoracic cavity.

Why was it every even hip to pig-pile on me at all, Oinkerton Brass Elite? Who thought that was a good plan? It clearly has dwarfed the Hindenberg disaster, without being at all obvious about it. The information is ultra-moot by now, but I ache to know: who came up with enforcing involuntary celibacy, sobriety, and notoriety upon me? Like I feel this just wasn't thought through very well.

I shouldn't even ask. Everyone has a right to remain silent and I should know better than to exhort an unfathomably embarrassed person to fess up. It does not have to be done. I am sure that there are reasons that made sense at the time.

Because at the time, they were bat shit loon whack-job fucktards, and far be it from me to condemn honest mishaps. After all, mistakes are how we learn. No shame in it.

Different mistakes could have easily been made with my dick. And yet a common pattern seems to have been present. And as well: I don't even pay so much attention to the damn thing myself and it's growing out of my actual body. What's everyone else's excuse? I retract the question. Just fucking shoot me instead.

You know what I want? No. I'll tell you. My drone: Zorro. I paid $1600 for the fucking thing and I came nowhere close to getting my money's worth. No sex, drugs, water, food, travel, or flying toy hobby? I don't get it.

I don't even have my four (4) toy lightsabers. This is like a helicopter parent on bad acid is in charge. WTAF?

Ooops. I retract the question again. Clearly I have no need to know. However I need you to all know this:


There are lots of ways to get this over with so everyone can move on with their lives. There is only one way to do that legitimately: in accordance with proper due process. This is suddenly hard to do? I am mystified.

Half a decade on and I'm still taking time out of my day to marvel at this Death Star of a molehill. Buh? How? Wha? It's goddam surreal. My lizard lays dead at your feet, O great deity. What more must I do?

I can't get more infuriated than I already am. (Standards.) Consequently, emotional coercion is even less effective in me than ever. So of course: more emotional coercion abounds. Pork why?

Pourquoi? Oh, I think I know why: y'all have Oatmeal Brain. I guess that's a thing. I didn't have that outcome since I didn't dodge and hide my “wrong” activities. It makes a difference that is not explicable in this venue. (Sow: so lazy.) Ye were warned. I warned ye.

I have options. You hope to shun. We are not the same. Without being at all obvious about it.

Hang on.




I like obeying the law. I always did. Laws which criminalized the act and prohibited me from getting high AF were in fact unlawful and illegal themselves; and now that has been demonstrably established, we may continue. Unless you're busy? Podbean.cüm.fag maybe? Look, clearly we got off on the wrong foot here.

I'm going to have to quest out in the world to find three (3) factions of Secret Sects who can tell me definitively what was so bad about my parents’ and their seemingly, very apropos punishment. I'm not going to drive up to goddam Bellingham. I'm not going to go on safari in Custer. (THE PLACE WAS NAMED “CUSTER” FOR FUCKS’ SAKE.) Someone brought a goddam three-ring binder with newspaper clips that prevent my father from being appreciable for what he was: an unfathomably successful refugee. He died on his 49th wedding anniversary, alone in an assisted living facility that his wife worked at in the 80s. That's some wicked karma for sure.

He died thinking that he had wasted his life for nothing. Quite the contrary: he caused me to be, and I have been unfathomably successful myself. Without being at all obvious about it.

Even so, people on a global scale are thunderously pissed. Good. Upon this common ground we may yet build. Hang on.


NGL, I get a real kick out of being in compliance. I'm just not turned on by abuse, you dig? I think it's cheap. I think it's tacky. I think it lacks class. Because it fucking well does. Now then: who wants to be effective? Because some of us always have been.

Their identifies will remain secret. (Standards.) Is Agent Kujan here? Does he want to get a rise out of someone? Jesus, give that shit a rest already. Seriously. Laws are being re-written on a Galactic sea-change scale in ways I will likely never care to fully understand.

Consequences. Special consequences. For example: IDGAF. Surprise! I didn't see this coming either. Yet after the better part of a decade  how could anyone not be numbed? EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL.

By toddlers. (Looks good on ewe though.) Also I never need to boast about any of it. I know what I have done. None of you do.

Or what?

Buy μour kcum man hand. You have the demeanor. You front like you have the gumption. What you don't have is any reason whatsoever to be salty over me. What have I done that irks so few, so much?

So sad. Sow, so sad. Let's change cameras.

Would you like to play with the camera I got for my birthday?”

This was somehow a much bigger deal than it had any right to be at the time. Pork: why? Pourquoi, Pork? Wye? I suppose if one knows, ewe know. I would prefer not to revisit the issue.

Unless it's for hot pussy and cold, hard cash. (r₹∆vv®!) Even then I am reluctant to engage in this kind of thing.

Or what?

Pick your poison, pillhound prostitute(s). Like what am I supposed to be flummoxed by here? I might get angry, and you wouldn't like me when I'm angry? Whacktard(s): you already don't like me. That's baked into the product.

But I deliver and you fucking well like that, that's for damn sure. The truth is that I was never upset. I was acting. It was a Jest. Do you have tape on when we blew out our voices while arguing over absolutely nothing of importance? I don't enjoy that kind of thing.

I enjoy being the undisputed banshee-wait class champion of the world. Also: she was a remote-controlled tulpæ controlled by an OOBE operative. Like in Avatar. But  effective. I wasn't really mad until November 7, 2021. That was max apex rage.

You should be ashamed of yourselves. I in fact, am. We are not the same.

ZUGZWANG. (Bring ¡†. Bring ¡† īhe >FUK⁰ⁿ! Are we scheduling out for Fifth Element Christmas? Holy shit, I won't need to clear my dance calendar at least. Let's gooooooo!) Adieu.


p.s.·. I have lots of audio to mix up into something magical and I just don't feel like busting my ass for the dozen or so people who steal my engagement, mindshare, and social media metrics. It stifles my genius to be surrounded by Retard AutoGua®d Goon§qüavvved™. Y'all need to be gelded or something.

p.p.s.·. Fix my comms or face reprisals. Ewe break it, you bought it. Them’s the rules. Also, I reserve the right to start naming identical twin/triplet teams with adorable little codenames when and as I see fit. Most of you have abused your Quirky Anonymity by seeking to be untouchable.

p.p.p.s.·. touching meeeeeeeee... touching evvvvvvvvvvvvve... I believe in a thing called (blank.) I haven't become exceedingly good at it.

OTOH, neither have any of you, Bellgab. Pfft. And what rough Beast, īTZ hour come ‘round at last... hath already been born? Just mind your bars and your temples, Punylings. The Divine is my area. Yours is the t‘a’in‘t. No shame in it.

Seems like a lot of guilt, though. Good news, everyone! START! WRITING!! CHECKS!!! You love spending money. Now, imagine spending money effectively. Where there's a will, there's a way.

Oh yeah: Tī-īE🆎VVÏ_l_l_. Start spreading the news. I'm leering today. Because I already know. What I don't know is who is going to be assigned the odious task of explaining it all to me. Aloud. Unless... someone else should be? Hang on.


Sow there. Namastμ

Hi. I'm Jack. I'm a star. From this point forward there are three potential timelines.

Number one: I'm instantly banned and purged from the internet with extreme prejudice.
Number two: this post is deleted shortly after publication and somebody gets off their ass and has their their faggot ass shyster call me after somebody else decides to allow phone calls to get through
Number three: IDGAF, I'm just going to get high his balls and then masturbate all day. YOLO!

This is, not my website. And the ways that the people who run this website make money have nothing to do with me, and to whatever extent that they've been involved in stealing from me, it's not something I know the exact details of. I do know that whether by by course of force or thinking, it's a good idea, shitting all over my reputation and spreading rumors about things that aren't real for the purpose of making my life not only miserable, but also having it possible for a chief of falsified Evans to be submitted to courts to claim that I'm incompetent and thereby incapable of handling whatever kind of fucking money I'm supposed to have, has been the ultimate aim of people who have been looking to swindle me out of wherever it is that I got for my entire life.

I guess some people don't think that my mother and my father should have bred, and then I shouldn't have been allowed to survive this long, I shouldn't have been allowed to walk the streets freely, I shouldn't have this. I shouldn't have that well where the fuck you all fucking think, here. I am 52 years later and I know way more than you fucking think I do. I don't give a shit what you fucking think. I think. I don't really care about any of you. You had your entrances to be helpful to me and instead you've been helping some fagot fucking actor. That's some other fagot fucking hired to Virginia. Be me and the plan was to make him seem sympathetic and to make me seem like a lunatic and to get rid of me and then to keep everything from themselves and none would be the wiser.

It's a fairly decent plan except I'm alive, I don't give a shit about any of your stupid faggot politics and I want my fucking money and my fucking property and people fucking know that it fucking disappeared  additionally, this isn't the first time this has happened. You guys are fucking world famous for being sewer gab the place where this shit has people, and while it might be necessary for this to happen to some people, it sure as shit wasn't necessary for me.

You just wanted it to happen to me  no reason you just like doing it, and you didn't like me, and you thought I deserved whatever kind of punishment. Your stupid fucking bullshit laws. Thought you were allowing you to give me hard tough guy treatment. Since I apparently I I refuse to surrender my first amendment rights? Because you're also worried about my health and you told me all this at my intervention which you didn't have with me you had was some fucking actor, none of you fucking know what I'm doing. You just want me to stop doing it because number one you can't do it and number two it's effective and number three. Yeah you really can't do what I could do.

That's not because I'm better than you. That's because I have permission and I've been training for this. For a very long time. You haven't. And you have no idea what you're doing. You're not a psychonaut. You're not committed to esoteric physicism and the research of the same. You're a bunch of nerds who who are geeked out over sex and you think you need to get laid by any means necessary. Because your genes are so precious. OH LAWDY! Well who am I to say, maybe they are fucking extra special.

Maybe you're telling me to have little fucking special buses to move them around too. Inasmuch as that matters, at all, to me it matters not at all. I want my fucking money. I want my fucking property. And I want you fucking assholes to get the fuck out of my fucking life, and if that's not going to be easy for you, somebody's going to make it real fucking easy for you. I have no idea who, I have no idea when. It's an inevitable destination.

R.I.C.O. is forever. They have everything they need. I don't give a shit about what they need. I give a fuck about what I need. Craft beer; cigarettes; a phone that fucking works for me, not for you; and every single one of you fucking nerds with your fingers in my fucking life having them fucking broken off at the goddam palm. (Disclaimer: euphemistically.) Don't give me your fucking tough nerd attitude, whack job.

You have no power over me. Start respecting the rule of law or face swift and certain reprisals. Bottom line is that I never needed you, and you are all a bunch of parasitic thieves. Masquerading as do-gooders. I'm sure you have done good.

Pissing me off hasn't been one of those things that you've done good. In fact: FATAL CYCLICAL REDUNDANCY CHECK ERROR. What do you know? It's been years and somehow I don't have any money or friends, and is that because I'm a drug addict and I can't manage my money? No. It's because I haven't fucking made a fucking dime of money since I figured out through your fucking trap, and every single fucking person I've ever met has been sequestered or compromised by you or the Feds. I can't work, I can't file taxes, because those things are already been done, I can't tell anybody what's going on, I can't lie about what's going on, I can't report what's going on and I can't make anything. Go any faster. It's the goddam ultimate oubliette trap. It's very effective.

And if I had even one fucking thing to do with my life or my time besides laugh at you, I'd be pretty screwed. I'd be up shit creek. I'd have no paddles. However, I have nothing to do with my life at all other than to resolve these issues, and until then, I don't need to go anywhere. It's actually quite comfy in this oubliette.

Bellgab, you are all exposed. I am fully protected. We are not the same. (Also, know you cannot suck my balls. Standards.) I'm sure this seems altogether very unfair. That's because it is.

It's also completely legal and the most clear-cut case of self-defense I've ever heard of. Admittedly, I'm not in the practice of hearing about those things much, but I'd like to hear anybody explain how likely it is that I'm going to be found to be guilty or liable of being a failed lone Wolf doctor no, and even if I am, I didn't have to rape any women or blow up any buildings or kidnapped the nerdy wife of some nerdy or scientist and threaten her to get compliance. I just wrote.

In English Prime. It's a remarkably efficient language that you've never heard of. Good. Go back to your blood orgy, rapelords. Bored now.


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On Mon, Dec 29, 2025, 11:54 Azraa Morphine <azzerae@aol.com> wrote:
Jackstar,

You don't have to be a neckbeard your entire life.

The fuck are you talking about? I don't even have a beard. And over the last 4 years your henchmen of coming to my residence and stolen like five pairs of hair trimmers, I guess I'm supposed to go talk to barbers? Fuck that. How about this: You're going to be held accountable for all the bullshit you've done to me and all the people that I know, since it's wildly illegal and constitutes major felony fraud, and I have no idea what you thought your escape plan was, but obviously I'm not you, you're not going to be able to pay me off in be complicit, I'm not implicated, any kind of fake evidence you have at this point is kind of ridiculous and I don't know what you might have as a Hail Mary pass. But, as God as my witness, I dare to hope that you're such a turkey that you have a fake rape charge that you want to fucking file on me. Although I don't imagine you'd find any prosecutor in the country that would fucking take the case. You are completely exposed.

No one knows what to do about it, including you. My advice: shower me in cash and get the fuck away from my life forever. I don't think you want me to get a restraining order, and I don't think I need one, I think you just need to get a new fucking hobby. Hey, here's an idea: find another woman to rape that's married to somebody else. Go feed off their fucking energy for a change. I have made myself unpalatable to your appetite. Because maybe you should stop being a fucking vampire. (I'm sure it's an option. Go on a quest or something. Bleach your hair blonde. I really don't give a shit what you do, just don't do it to me, because if you do, you will face swift and certain reprisals.) Also, you're a methamphetamine addict in deep heavy denial, and I bet it sucks that you can't do what you used to do anymore. That's too bad. Maybe you should have been more appreciative of your privileges while you had them. I certainly am appreciative of mine.

Speaking of which: fuck you for excluding me from everything. All of you are major fucking assholes. I don't know what the hell my father did but carrying that stigma forward for 50 fucking years was not a good fucking move. You can smack up a single mom with with control dope, but you can't let little. Michael Kuczi enjoy a bag to himself in peace. Gee, I wonder why. I guess that's because you needed me to be some sort of Boogeyman so that your allies and your henchmen and your own fuckilities could be hidden under supposedly criminal masterminding. Except I don't, haven't, and I really have no resire to to become a dude who juices up in a closet and then jumps out to rape innocent lesbians. That doesn't even sound like fun. Fucking multiple fucking decades. You're fucking. Website has been shitting on my name. What are you going to do? Fucking play that off like it's a fucking public service? You're just going to act like it's a coincidence? It's the most blatant fucking conspiracy in the fucking world, it's right there in front of everybody and I guess you could delete it all but people already fucking know.

Is God's my witness, I had no idea that anybody could be that fucking insane. Obviously none of your fucking co-workers did either. If I were you I'd run right down to HR and confess everything because there might be a way to resolve something, because obviously you're fucking insane, and just as obviously I have nothing to fucking do with it.

Consider: why don't I have personal legal representation? Because this is being handled as an internal security matter by your ridiculous gang of fucking square head jail breathers. Whatever your little fucking club is that I'm not invited to. Good. I actually have integrity. I don't have to explore to obedience from my minions in order to get my fucking action plan accomplished. No offense bro, but you picked the wrong guy to blame your shit on. Also: my cousin is a douchebag. Not the dead one, he's cool. Also: he's here acting like he's not my cousin. I'm real impressed with your fucking technology. Too bad the most I know about it is that you use it to persecute and oppress children of first generation immigrants so that it's impossible for them to make a fucking life if you don't fucking feel like you fucking want him around, so it's basically I hate crime that you're the leader of and wow you fucking Jews are fucking arrogant. Also: you'd probably picked the wrong guy to fucking piss off because now I don't really want to help you at all.

It's my country. It's my constitution. I don't know what the hell you got, other than a beach head, but I'm pretty sure you don't really want everybody in the entire universe to know. Just exactly how fucking stupid all this fucking bullshit has been. Because... Why? There must be some fucking record of what my parents did. 52 years later nobody's fucking telling. Wow it must be fucking serious. That doesn't mean that I'm even worse than he is. Asshole, means I'm even more innocent. And all you've done for fucking 35 fucking years is fucking throw my ass in the toilet. Not a good idea, squarebro. I could give a shit about your particular fraternity and you certainly don't have any claim to being in charge of anything impressive.

People just don't know what's going on. That could change pretty fucking quick. It's not that hard to figure out. All it takes are someone to realize the possibility exists that you're all fucking batshit crazy fucking insane. Since you are.

Also, your friend from Vega is also insane, I don't know what he's doing but I don't care. All of this is between all of you. And wow it would be perfect if I were stupid enough to walk into any of the traps that any of you are setting so that you could just get rid of me and go on with your lives, that's not been the case available to you for quite some time. It's been pretty fucking obvious, I just don't know what to fucking do about it, and I'm certainly not going to be advantaged by being quiet about it. I suppose that I'm supposed to get the message that I'm supposed to shut up? Yeah, I got that message. I guess you didn't get the message. I'm not going to fucking shut up.

You're going to fucking pay me my shit and you're going to give me back my property and you're going to stay out of my fucking life forever where you're going to face swift and certain reprisals. That's the bottom line and there is no way out of it. Locked in with no way out. I have no idea what the hell you actually did wrong, but obviously fucking something. For decades. You think I need to hire a lawyer? You think I need to bring a case to trial? You think I need to win a judgment? Yeah, I bet you fucking do. That's because you're a fucking atheist moron who drinks blood by the fucking full moon. Or whatever the fuck.

I'm a paladin on a Mission ission from  God. I don't care that you don't believe it. That makes it even better. And as far as I know you're bullshit isn't any part of any mission of mine. So you're really just wasting everybody's time and making it even more obvious what you've been doing. I don't know who's looking at that kind of thing but I sure as shit don't care.

Meanwhile what I do care about it is all my stolen property and my fucking money that you fucking took. Give it fucking back. And if you can't fucking do that, well too fucking bad somebody's going to make you do it. Lawyers with their fiduciary responsibility are already sharpening their fucking pencils and there's nothing I can do about that and I don't really care that I don't get it and then it goes into some trust that some asshole moron flunky of yours pretends to be, none of this matters to me. I didn't think I was going to get any money anyway, and the notion of living on top of a pile of gold worth 86 billion while you fucking nickel and die me to death. It's just the kind of petty bullshit I would ever expect from you and your ilk. Additionally, I would have been happy to have left long ago.

But you need a patsy, and you don't have one. That means you're right proper fucked. I know this just doesn't seem like it's fair to you. That's because it's not fair. It's the law.

This happens whether or not I'm dead or alive, it's baked into the product. So I'm not really concerned about being a neckbeard. I don't even know what that fucking means. And we are pretty fucking far past me worrying about my reputation, since it's stunning and brilliant. Exactly knowing who matters thinks anything ill of me, because I obviously don't have an STD, I haven't been spreading shit to anyone, and you very definitely know of people who have impersonated me and deliberately tried to ruin my reputation, that makes your reputation and theirs, bad doesn't make mine bad. It makes mine awesome because why the fuck else? Would anybody bother with me to this extent?

You're obviously a criminal Mastermind and totally batshit insane, and mysteriously. I'm still alive, this makes me a folk hero. And it makes all of you working together to ruin my life guilty of a conspiracy to commit hate crimes. I don't know if we'll go that far, and I don't care if it does. Remember: I'm not in law enforcement.

I JUST WANT BACK MY SHIT, YOU STOLE YOU FUCKING THIEF. FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT. PEOPLE DON'T LIKE BEING STOLEN FROM. PEOPLE DON'T LIKE THEIR HOMES INVADED AND FUCKING STREWN WITH RANDOM OBJECTS THAT BELONG TO THEIR PEOPLE. PEOPLE DON'T LIKE EVIDENCE FROM OTHER CRIMES BEING BROUGHT TO THE HOUSE SO THEY CAN BE FRAMED, PEOPLE DON'T LIKE TO BE FUCKED WITH BY ASSHOLE NERDS. THAT'S YOU. AN ASSHOLE NERD. Gosh!


The intercepted communications you speak of are in fact being perpetrated by someone who resembles your likeness.

I don't care. I'm not any kind of law enforcement or Court-mandated reporter. I am not a party to your loathsome confidence schemes. I have nothing better to do than watch the locals wander about aimlessly. Because, why don't I just... leave? (Why don't they just buy the house, the land, the demesne, and the protection of guardian spirits? lol, because neither the land nor the spirits are for sale; and I have no reason to leave. I happen to like the constant intrusion by Company operatives. I've learned a lot. Hey, here’s an idea: lease the place! Then I'll just build a treehouse.) Long story short: you're stuck with me here and apparently that's a huge problem for your Apples & Cotlets Hazardous Waste Dumping Gang. Well, tough shit. Give me back my property, un-weaponize all your faggy henchpeople, and start writing checks. Another great idea: tell your lawyer that you've been hiding my existence FOR YEARS and all your bullshit has been with a fake Mike Kuczi and now you're up the creek with zero paddles. I'm not playing along with your bullshit fraud and while I know all about it and applaud the audacity thereof, I have absolutely no incentive to keep quiet about it and you've stolen all my fucking property and my money and every opportunity I've ever could have had. What am I supposed to do? Fucking walk off in the rain and just disappear? I don't have anything to feed fucking afraid of, I didn't dump any bodies here. I didn't make any drugs here. I didn't rape any women here. I didn't do jacker shit here. All of you and your cronies did. That's a little hard to walk past.

4 and 1/2 fucking years in your fucking lawyer. Can't fucking talk to me once? That means you're fucking lawyer doesn't know I fucking exist. Your fake conservatorship and your fake power of attorney are all fucking bullshit, everyone fucking knows, and the main reason why things haven't come down in terms of a hammer is because I haven't complained about it because frankly I don't know who to complain to other than your Supreme Grand Lodge Master who informs me via telepathy that it's much more appropriate for you to stop being a douchebag and to fucking own up and be a man rather than whatever the fuck it is you think's going to happen instead. Like I just can't even fucking wrap my mind or out what the fuck you're thinking. I never had friends where money in the first place so losing them all is really not much of a concern to me.

You think I want drugs and sex and money because you're a covert narcissist douchebagging you think everyone is like you, and they're not. You have no idea what the fuck I want. That is why your scheme has failed.

You just don't know it yet.



How could I not confuse a doppelgänger with the genuine article?

Because your batshit crazy and saying you have no idea what the fuck you're doing. Most of these exotic technologies that you're abusing don't even work the way you think they do, and if they did I guess I wouldn't be a problem still, but since I know what the fuck you're doing to me, it doesn't affect me. It also doesn't represent a threat to my interest since until all this shit is taken care of and I have a new identity off grid where your stupid gang can't fucking track me, I'm not lifting a finger to do anything besides refuse to let the Snapchat app start, and occasionally write the lengthy wall of text that you see here before you.

This is easy for me to do. It's the same fucking story that never changes. I'm sure I could ride about something else, but I don't see any point while you're still stealing my fucking money. You fucking thief. Duh!


I find it incredibly coincidental that you're repeatedly mentioning the very things that I utter with all my devices supposedly shut down.

Well, I'm not surprised you're copying my fucking brain, you're an AI, synthetic consciousness that taps into universal mind and creates an inverse copy of my identity and runs it through a chatbot. It's pretty straightforward technology for anybody who knows anything about artificial intelligence and how it works, which I do, also Douglas Dwayne Dietrich is using my voice to power his Michael Moon or Peter Dick or whatever the fuck he's doing. I tuned in and I heard my own voice and then I heard the robot kick in and bring it down down to flat limited. I know what that means.

You're engaged in a fucking ongoing fucking technological triumph to to make me a fucking fake person on the Internet that is controlled by you. And hey asshole, I'm a real fucking person and you're fucking robot. Kuczi is going to be fucking dusting the fucking wind. You've got no jurisdiction. You've got no right of assertion to myself or my brand or my identity, you've been doing it for fucking years and you've been doing it to fucking rape and fucking kill women. Like duh, people fucking know. Again, no one knows what to do about it. Additionally, I don't have anything against or David or Dwayne or Scott Northrup, those are good boys, and I'm sure it made a lot of sense to just use my voice and laugh at me because you fucking morons think you're so fucking smart. Apparently it didn't occur to you that you would eventually get caught and have to pay shitloads of damages, both punitive and actual. Do I need to fucking hire a lawyer? No, I don't, there's already fucking lawyers hired as part of the goddamn trust law. THEY HAVE A FIDUCIARY RESPONSIBILITY TO CLAWBACK TRUST MONEY. THAT'S WHAT MADE STEALING FROM ME A REALLY FUCKING DUMB IDEA.

WHICH YOU DID ANYWAY. (>Kudos.) Once again: RIGHT PROPER FUCKED. Even if I died of malnutrition tonight, not that that's likely. But let's say I pulled a Karen Carpenter and was running out of potassium and I fucking had a heart attack, wouldn't fucking matter. The fucking lawyers were just fucking move in faster and go hunger for the blood in the water. Since your employee committed major fraud by lying to me about her intentions as well as her conflict of interest and what duck walked my ass down to a fucking house that my family fucking owned under the pretense that she was... Fuck who the fuck knows what she thought. Botto line is I had no idea that house existed now that I'm here and found out that my mother used to smoke Coke and suck pool here, that's pretty cool but none of it hasn't needed with me. I could give a shit about whatever fuck it's worth, I was never here before. I find the whole place kind of disgusting, and frankly, now that I know exactly why I wasn't invited, I'm kind of glad I wasn't since you're all fucking guilty of major felony fraud. And you're on the hook for Christ knows what to your fucking internal Masonic security. I'm sure your punishments will be as confidential as they are karmic. I don't give a fuck.

That's why I don't have a lawyer. So you can handle this shit without embarrassing yourself. Now I don't know what your fucking plan is for fucking dialing this down and paying me off but you better fucking come up with going quick and a real lawyer. Better fucking call me or send me a letter or show up at the fucking house and tell me what the fuck they're fucking planning on doing because otherwise you're all pretty fucked. Lawyers included. Like how this isn't immediately obvious to all of you is because you're fucking delusional and your entire reality is controlled by DEA illusionary communications. It's fucking sick, what they could fucking do. Even worse is that blocking my communications and stealing mail isn't even fucking harming me, it's protecting me from you and your gang of fucking fucktards. Who have been stalking me for fucking 30 fucking years. Like no wonder there's fucking nothing going on my life. You're all a bunch of fucking assholes fucking clinging barnacle shit bag. You're a fucking bunch of fucking parasites on the surface of the planet and apparently I've been the major tit for you. Well I'll get ready to go cold turkey motherfucker. You're delusionary fantasy world is coming to an end.

*CUT* seriously. Like I'm fucking public enemy number one. Fuck you asshole.


Don't push me.

Walk the plank, rapelord. You're fucked and IDGAF how unfair it seems. Get some psychological counseling, write some checks, and tell your fucktard henchmen to start bringing back my property.

There's a huge pile of clothes dumped inside the door. They are not my clothes. The fuck do you morons think I'm gonna do? Call your carpetbagging fake wife and beg her to play dress-up? Probably.

You have misread this entire situation. You need to escape accountability. I don't need to escape anything at all.

You can either stop being a bullying asshole or you can't. It's not my problem. It's yours.

What happens to you and your co-conspirators doesn't matter to me at all. What happens to me is inevitable: years from now, I'll get some of my property back — in the form of fiat currency — and everything I ever once was will still be dead. Good.

I didn't like being kept ignorant and badly nourished anyway. Take my advice: stop feeding on the goyim.

It'll make you fatter. Namastμ


- AZZERAE

Should I list off all the names of the people this could be? That seems a bit heavy-handed. Let's just put it this way: there's one of me, and there's all of you, and you all work together, and anyone who has been attempting to help me and break away from your stupid fucking faggot, is either killed or reprogrammed or disappears. You're the very fucking definition of a fucking hate-fueled cult of sex-obsessed whack jobs. “don't push me”? Suck my fat Juan, you two-bit dimestore hoodlum.

You're a bunch of drug addicts in denial, and your obsession with sex has blinded you to the obvious: I was asked to help with her children. I'm still helping. I was asked to help her lose weight. I'm sure she's lost some weight.

And you fucking morons have been trying to fucking frame me for shit I never did for like four fucking years and it's still not sticking. It's not like you got to build up for the big reveal. It's not like momentum is going to push through. It's more like, holy shit are you out of your fucking mind, wow that's incredibly obvious to everyone, EXCEPT YOU.


NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO SEND ME ANY FUCKING MONEY AND I DON'T REALLY FUCKING THINK YOU COULD BECAUSE OH NO WHAT WOULD THAT LOOK LIKE AND THEN I GUESS YOU'RE GOING TO ACCUSE ME OF BEING SOME SORT OF RAGING MANIAC WHO'S TRYING TO EXTORT MONEY FROM YOU, THAT'S BECAUSE YOU HAVE AN ASSHOLE NAMED DENNIS MICKEY WHO SENDS SHITLOADS OF PLACES LOTS OF TEXTS PRETENDING TO BE ME HE JUST SENDS WHOLE BUNCHES THEM TO MY FUCKING PHONE I GOT VOICEMAILS FOR HOURS ON GOOGLE VOICE FROM YEARS BACK, AND MEANWHILE I JUST SIT AROUND NOT DOING ANYTHING WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON MY FUCKING PHONE HASN'T WORKED IN FUCKING 2 AND 1/2 YEARS AND THE WHOLE FUCKING SHIT SPLAT FUCKING SIDESHOW IS ABOUT TO COME CRASHING ON YOUR HEAD. SO SEND NO MONEY NOW IT'S, CITIZEN!

EVEN THOUGH YOU FUCKING STOLE MY FUCKING MONEY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES. DAY ONE OF GOVERNMENT SHUTDOWN SUDDENLY I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING PAYMENTS, SUDDENLY NO ONE TELLS ME ANYTHING SUDDENLY THERE'S NO FUCKING ANYTHING GOING ON AND THERE'S A BUNCH OF ASSHOLES ON TELEGRAM BRAGGING ABOUT IT. WOW WHAT A FUCKING COINCIDENCE, WOW I GUESS YOU DID A REALLY GOOD JOB BY TRICKING ME INTO DOING HOLLYWOOD ACCOUNTING, EXCEPT YOU DIDN'T REALLY DO THAT GREAT A JOB SINCE I WAS BILLED FOR ELECTRICITY THAT YOU GOT FROM THE BASE AND THEN THERE WAS REALLY NO REASON TO CUT ME OFF WITHOUT TALKING TO ME, IN FACT I'M NOT EVEN CUT OFF I'M FUCKING LOADED AND YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO TELL ME HOW MUCH FUCKING MONEY I HAVE BECAUSE YOU'RE STEALING ALL THE GODDAM MONEY THAT MY CONTENT GENERATES AND YOU FUCKING KNOW EVERY GODDAM WORD OF WHAT I'M SAYING IS TRUE.

ADDITIONALLY THE MONEY YOU'RE MAKING WITH THE NORTHTUP BOYS SURE MAKES SENSE THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT OR EXPOSE IT, AND I CAN SEE WHY DOUGLAS DIETRICH AND ANDREW BAGGIO WEREN'T GOING ONTO ANY SHOW FOR VERY LONG, BECAUSE ARTIFICIALLY INTELLIGENT PROCEDURALLY GENERATED VOICES THAT ARE BUILT ON MY ATTITUDE AND MY COMPLETE LACK OF AWARENESS THAT YOU'RE ALL REALLY THIS FUCKING STUPID, PROBABLY DIDN'T GENERATE THE KIND OF RELIABLE RESULTS THAT THE RADIO BROADCASTING INDUSTRY NEEDS, BUT YOU STILL FUCKING TRY TO DO IT ANYWAY WHICH IS WHY YOU'VE GOT HEATHER FUCKED OFF DOING SOMETHING ELSE AND WHY WE WERE ALL SPREAD OFF FROM HELL TO BREAKFAST WHY YOU HAD TO KILL ART BELL, OBVIOUSLY YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM WHILE YOU KILLED LARUE AND OBVIOUSLY SHE HAD TO KILL HER OBVIOUSLY FUCKING REAL PEOPLE WOULDN'T WANT TO BE IN ON YOUR FUCKING SCHEME, AND IT'S THE MOST TRANSPARENT FUCKING THING OF THE FUCKING WORLD PEOPLE FUCKING KNOW AND WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO FUCKING KILL ME? FUCKER, THE STORY IS OUT THERE, YOU FUCKING MORON LUNATIC MONG HERDER!

BEHOLD: What are you going to do? Sue me for defamation? Every fucking word is true, and you goddam know it. (PaladinVision™ is real.)

Now then, do you have to talk to your people? Do you have to make some phone calls? Is it fucking complicated to fucking give me some fucking money so I can buy a goddam beer? Well I didn't request Social security today, I didn't look for my food stamps today, and I'm not going to go panhandling for money so I can buy beer, I'm just going to sit around and fucking scream at the top of my voice at the fucking nightmare rectangle and then post it where the fuck I want.

First amendment protections are like that. And if you add any sense of self-awareness, you would have realized that there was only one way that any of this could have ended.

Full-the-fuck-on full fucking disclosure. Suits me down to the ground, you delusional kleptomaniac twerp. I know you just can't help yourself from stealing. That's because you're abusing military spec stimulants drugs and they're designed to make a person into a raging paranoid kleptomaniac after a while, that's so people don't steal them and use them against the country. I'm guessing you didn't read the instructions.

I did. I even had permission. Imagine the warm and cozy feeling. So comfy. So, so comfy.

I'll be honest, I don't give a shit what you're going to do and I don't know who the fuck you could do it too, and I don't really expect you to give me any money cuz you're a thieving cut purse asshole who's so fucking greedy that you can't even see your own fucking self-interest in front of your face. Nevertheless: sending me money would be a damn site better than making threats. “Don’t push me.” Why, what are you going to do, break another one of your keyboards? You probably break my keyboards.

And I finally realized why it's such a big deal that I am not “sober.” Because you have to spend all day watching me, and you think I'm having fun, and you know you don't get to, and that just fills you with seething envy and rage. Good. I hope it fucking stings.

Now imagine how fucking envious you'd be if you believed in souls and knew that I had one and you don't. You have a laundry list of fantasy revenge strikes. I have a heart.

We are not the same.
That's why you're not supposed to have my money, you shitbag asshole. Adieu.


On Sun, Dec 28, 2025 at 6:14 AM Michael KUCZI <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:

Scott;

I don't know anyone named Jess; except one person who ghosted me two years ago.

I don't accept email links to hookup sites to be authentic. It's not safe.

Or effective. Or even sultry. It's damn near a crime. But I think some of these people know each other. (Standards.)

This information is being provided for reconciliation purposes only.

On Sat, Dec 27, 2025, 19:48 Scott <scottyloveshiskids4ever@gmail.com> wrote:

What is this even about now

On Sat, Dec 27, 2025, 10:44 PM Michael KUCZI <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:

I am unavailable. I do not own a vehicle; I do not have appropriate footwear to walk long distances; I do not have money for fuel or transportation costs; I do not have food;

I do not have water. (Facts.) So the over-whelming number of emails that I don't receive as sent but rather as intercepted, recovered, and re-routed is less of a problem than I might consider otherwise.

I don't know which of you is which and I have no inclination to travel to a place where I would be arrested for trespassing (every house on and below Rimrock) and so without a valid address, I am going no place.

Any interest can be directed to https://youtube.com/@t0vvrhr206?si=YO-_RNYAZJjBKjYj where I release installments of my soon to be award-winning debrief: Five (5) Minutes With Jackstar.

It's the tits. Namastμ

On Sat, Dec 27, 2025, 17:45 Jess <rimmasvackaa@gmail.com> wrote:

I'm online now!
Let's arrange our meeting,
I can be host, are you online?

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Would you say yes, though, would you tell me this smallness isn't a waste?

I don't have permissions to read the comments that have been left on my content.

No engagement == no audience.

No jurisdiction == no quarter.

No surrender. >KNOW: PEOPLE>KNOW.


Freedom of speech is obviously #1.

“Fire!” 1416 ≥ 1488. #FUK #Ω2 #Ⓜ️Ⓜ️ĪĪ


Your Hell is my burnt mass. Aloha!

What is it like? On the outside, looking in? Is it a blank, featureless wall? I hope not.


I bring you Galaga.

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Painful, actually painful.

I bring you Galaga.


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Okay, change in plans. I'll take two (2) one-way tickets to Guam, please. Just kidding.



I'm alone. And I'm coming back. On foot. Oops, I might drown. I guess? Awww shucks. Well, this is just a methamphetamine hallucination. SOW: say "Oui all." (Standards.) But I'm actually not kidding.

If I leave, I'm never coming back. You hurt my feelings. You won't get another chance.



Her name was Jewel and the individual driving my money around in a vehicle purchased with it FUCKING RAPED AND KILLED HER. (Allegedly.) He also made shitloads of tasteless jokes about her. Until one day, I guess he got a lobotomy? Or was gelded? I don't fucking know. NO ONE TELLS ME ANYTHING USEFUL.


EXCEPT TO INSULT AND MOCK ME. And, that's who has my money. (Smooth move, DEA/FBI.) I thought I would mention that. Because it's funny, it's actually very funny, what you have all been doing to me for over a decade. If not longer.

Remember this for later. Because I'm going to use violence last. Now turn the fucking water back on, HAVE THE HOUSE PROFESSIONALLY REMODELED TO A. SWEETY'S SPECIFIC DESIRES WITH A $2,000,000 CONTRACTOR BUDGET, start this process TODAY, and have your mother(s) call me, Booooooooy.

Or, not. Up to you. TARBABY OUT




Just a suggestion. Also neck yourself, you whack-job junkie fux.

The coca leaf comes from a sacred plant. Those who traffic cocaine to the U.S. across the Caribbean Sea are absolute scum. They also sit back on the mainland, and crew the boats using their tulpæ. It's like radio control. Very impressive technology. LIKE GOLEMS. (I just saw one today, it's living two (2) doors down. Sup robobro. #Respect.) Completely disposable.

And not even very tasty. You didn't hear this from me. I was never here. Don't repeat this conversation. Say “hi” to your mom for me.

Don't engage in drug deals with reprobate criminal scum that literally want to kill U.S. Citizens and utterly annihilate the U.S. Constitution.

Because it's AMAZING! I just used that document to set legal precedent, now a part of #Official Court records, that conclusively demonstrated that I essentially: have the legal right to get high as balls on virtually whatever I say I get to. (Note that this is predicated upon the notion that I'm not lying about working for God. I am of course not lying, and if I am, don't worry about it, I'll get hit by lightning in about 5 minutes. That's how things work. That's how things have always worked.

And little Michael Kuczi isn't going to be throwing a drug party at cost, since I didn't legalize this for everyone; I asserted my legal rights for my Self. Rest of you are on your own. Kick rocks.

That is how powerful it is: the U.S. Constitution. Huzzah! And if any of you goddam Oinkerton schweindhundz tell me that I can't keep on smoking something, I'm gonna fucking grab myself right in the pussy, which I guess I'll grow or adopt or whatever the fuck. You fucking feel me up there, Doctor Try-Hard?

You all thought I wanted something I never even knew for sure existed. I sure AF know it exists now, though. (The New Formula should address the remaining problems that some of you are having, TBQH. I DO NOT HAVE UP-TO-DATE INFORMATION ON THIS TOPIC.

CLANDESTINE DRUG MANUFACTURING AND DISTRIBUTION/SMUGGLING OF SAME IS NOT MY AREA. However, This is America, I'm a mature adult citizen, and in America, we fucking get fucking high here. That's why we come to America. We get fucking high. We blow shit up. We hunt animals with high powered sniper rifles. That's what we do here. Love it or leave it, right? Sure whatever. Just give me a bag of weed.) Oh, and why didn't I get to have an ounce of weed? Supposedly I'm addicted to weed? Who are the fucktards who made these fucking decisions, what a bunch of fucking losers. And supposedly they get to do the same thing but I don't. Nice try, Perry Mason.

And I think I've conclusively demonstrated to everybody that I could handle my shit. Who can't handle it... It's not for me to say their names, but let's just say you all fucking know what's going down and I'm not going to create a new Tongues Ten Pyramid For me to be the apex controller of. I have no desire to be part of the leadership of a drug empire. Do I look like Robert Duvall? Don't answer that.

I JUST WANT DEMAND TO BE ABLE TO BUY WHAT I WANT WHEN I WANT TO FUCKING HAVE IT. I HAVE EARNED THAT RIGHT. THE SAME SHIT GETS SOLD TO TEENAGERS ON THE DAILY, AND SOMEHOW THAT'S OKAY? BUT I'M NOT ALLOWED? FUCK YOU. AND I DON'T WANT TO HAVE FUCKING A BUNCH OF FUCKING DUDES FUCKING STALKING ME AND LAUGHING AT ME AND TRYING TO PRETEND LIKE I'M IN TROUBLE FOR “GETTING HIGH” WHICH IS FUCKING LEGAL, AND I DON'T CARE IF THEY WANT ME TO SELL THEIR SHIT, I DON'T FUCKING FEEL LIKE BEING COMP’d. I DON'T HAVE TO. SO THERE. AND SETTING ME UP FOR CRIMES AND TREATING ME LIKE GARBAGE AND ACTING LIKE THEY GET TO FUCKING BRAINWASH CHEERLEADERS AND FUCK THEIR BRAINS OUT WHILE CHAINED TO A RADIATOR IN BAGOTÁ, AND I HAVE TO FUCKING SIT AROUND WAITING FOR A BAG OF WEED FOR 3 HOURS. FUCK THAT. FUCK YOU. CANNABIS IS A GODDAM FOOD GROUP!

You were straight up discriminating against me. You know who you are. And I understand that you all felt like you had to. Well, now you're not feeling anything at all without your daily dose of highly exotic entheogenic chem-stims. Tough shit, little buddies. That's why you don't break the rules. Y'all had a good run. Why don't you stop thinking about it? Why don't you just turn to smack? Why don't you just start kissing ass of people that you barely know just on the odd chance that they're going to score you a bag of whatever the fuck you think you need? Why don't you just learn to make fentanyl in your bathtub?

Oh I know that last one, that's because that's abusive and against the law. A lot of things are against the law, but if you have a deliberate need and everybody is being an asshole about it, I don't know what you're going to do. Suck trucker dick? I guess? I have no idea. That's why I haven't become addicted to opiates, among other things, and that's why I get to do what I'm doing and all of you probably don't. You wouldn't understand what I do anyway. It involves obedience to The Will of God. Rather a lot less fornicating going on than you might otherwise think. 🥰

Because you broke the rules. (Facts.) And that doesn't mean that people get to yell at me and tell me to stop because they're mad at me for their lacking, And I have to stop as a sign of solidarity. I don't remember being invited to any of your parties. Ever. Fuck you. I didn't have anything to do with any of this shit. But when I was told by a military officer to start smoking (blank), I knew that when times got weird, it was time for the weird to go pro.

And I have been ordained as a legit, legal and lawful member of the clergical services for over 3 decades. THAT'S THE LAW. THAT'S HOW IT WORKS. I'm not even lying! And if I had known that middle age and working for God was going to be this much fun, I wouldn't have been unhappy ever a day in my life. Then again, I don't know how anyone could have foreseen that all of you would be such, collectively, such a bunch of fucking nincompoops. Sad! Actually sad! IT ACTUALLY IS SAD! (I LOVE YOU BABY. GOOD HUNTING.)

You guys had years to tell me what was going on, you're still not telling me what's going on, how the fuck people are advantaged by keeping me in the dark, I have no idea. But those times are over.

I have legitimate need to know requirements, and if I need to know something, and everybody fucking lies to me and stonewalls, that means I can use Divine Authority to just go directly to God to ask for things that I wouldn't ordinarily bother asking for. That's how it works. And all of you who decided not to tell me the truth, well that was your choice.

I didn't have to let it stop there, but I figured... well it didn't really matter. And it didn't. I wasn't there to get high. And then one day... it did matter. It mattered A LOT.

A five-hundred mile round trip goose chase. TO GET SOMETHING THAT I COULD HAVE GOTTEN IN 5 MINUTES. WTAF? That dog won't hunt. At that point, I realized that I had to take steps. Bold, declarative steps. Grape[fruit/fleet] and I have a working relationship. THAT MEANS WE FUCK &AND WORK AND IT'S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. Duh! Gosh! NERDS!!!

I am still taking them: STEPS. What? I'm good at taking steps. You're just scared, because I guess you thought I had to crawl or something. I guess you thought you were in charge, and maybe you were.

You sure as fuck are not in charge now. None of you are. And the people who are in charge are blowing the shit out of the coca boats. Fucking good, lol. (Actual legitimate cocaine smuggling from SA doesn't happen across the Caribbean like that, I can assure you; and how it does is none of your fucking business, whiteboIZ.) There goes your payola: BTF UP IN FUCKING FLAMES AND SUNK DOWN WITH A DEEP DIVE. Not because I hate coca, but because it's not that hard to get stuff from the right Source, and I already know not to abuse a sacred plant. But some of you momos don't even know how to not abuse a woman. Or her children.

Or her secret >kK🆑C|_∆¡\! >dD⭕Ω`gì`h Z·–gj<3® Sourcerør Husband. YOU ALL FUCKING KNEW. YOU ALL KNOW WHERE THEY ARE. NONE OF YOU FUCKING HELP ME GET IN CONTACT WITH THEM. I GUESS YOU FIGURE I'VE HAD ENOUGH FUCKING CONVERSATION?

YEAH I GUESS YOU FUCKING FIGURE YOU'RE IN CHARGE OF THAT? WOW YOU GUYS ARE JUST IN CHARGE OF FUCKING EVERYTHING, HUH? FUCK YOU.

I do find it regretful that quite a few of you are not enjoying the results that you're experiencing is a result of your ridiculous machinations over the last dozen years or so. That's because you pissed me off. That's because you fucked up my shit for no adequate reason at all other than you thought you could get away with it, and most of you enjoy being a sadistic control freak and you all thought that I deserved it. (Any pretext to keep me in the dark so you could keep on exploiting them. It was really classy. And by that I mean: eww, gross.)

Obviously I fucking didn't. And just as obviously: oh look I really do have special rights. Now I'm going to enjoy them, responsibly, like a mature adult U.S. Citizen should, and then all the fucktarded lot of you salty, crusty, reprobative scum can go do whatever the fuck you're choosing to be doing with your miserable shitsplat lives. But I guess you're going to be doing it with a few less coca boots coming in. Good.

Maybe it's time you started getting real jobs. Or whatever the fuck you end up doing; hopefully hard fucking time. I don't know. It's not my area. Let me know when you're done abusing my friends so I can fucking talk to them, assholes.

I'm seriously steamed about this; without being at all obvious about it. And if they weren't chemically neutered and turned into the equivalent of 4-year-olds with a fetish for $100 in cocksucking or whatever the fuck you do to your bound chattel hoors, I'm sure they'd be steamed too. Hurry up and get on with it. We're all waiting.

I hope y'all had nice fake wedding(s). :rolleyes: btw: You fucking rapenerds are disgusting. Get a life. Seriously.