Tamara, you and Joe are retards on a full-on methamphetamine relapse cycle. .

[...]

It's not the crime. It's the cover up.

Jackstar:
I'm shocked that the whole of the law that thou shalt do does not seem to include knowing when to politely decline to suck my fat Juan, you juiced-out Greyhound stay shun queen kKkcunt pl But if you lose some weight and keep up that firm decline to answer cock block mentality, I'm sure something will happen. I'll leave you in piece of pride while you do it because you don't actually know that we were both misled and I negotiate with somebody who said that I was doing the right thing and then they deliberately did it that way and arrange things so that you could be trapped and now you're fucked off in a Buckley help escape with Thomas acting like you're frying and your brain all broken off and you've been turned into quarter horse for like 35 years. Good news is you get a new chance and you go back in time and you can hang out with your friend. I actually see this and I didn't know who it was at the time but I didn't really think it mattered so much since it just seemed to be something that you need money for. It's amazing what 35 years being a dope will do.

It was a cool day at hell before I was looking for fellatio. Y'all make too many fucking conclusions. For example, I don't need the $400 back, but I think it's interesting you can't say where it went and then if you don't know what was happening here then maybe the prosecutor will explain to you. Your fucky piggy daddy handler, and I don't know exactly how y'all are handling this, but you could have more grace. More dude, you need more plum


I also could have more of my fucking money. I don't think it'll be a problem, but now I see why every question I asked from everybody about how to maximize a resources with blankness because I was supposed to fucking run out. Now that I'm destitute and I'm here I can see why that works because now I know an experience of life and no other way that I could have.

You ran out of time. I ran out of money. We're not the same. Also, I could go start the villa freeing coca if I want to probably don't want to but at least I have an option other than sucking trailer cock dick we're rolling over and everybody I know at the behestive trans-dimensional spurglords who traffic children with attraction magic at age 15 and well I guess there's a lot we didn't bother mentioning.


ALSO WHEN HARRY MET SALLY IS A MOVIE BUT HUMAN TRAFFICKING SALLY IS TRAFFICKING HARRY THE ENTIRE TIME SHE'S PROBABLY A GAME THEY MONITORS CALLS AND THEY DO EVERYTHING AND THEY MOVE AROUND AND THEN SHE'S MAD AT THE END BECAUSE SHE CAN'T LEGITIMATELY SAY NO CUZ PEOPLE ARE LISTENING AND THEN THEY'LL BE LIKE WHY AREN'T YOU AND THEN THE ANSWER IS BECAUSE SHE'S GOT A GOOD THING GOING OR THE BIG BLACK BUCK AND THAT'S WHY SHE'S GOT CHOCOLATE SAUCE ON THE SIDE.

FUCK YOU MUST HAVE FUCKING KNOWN THAT. OKAY COOL I'LL REMEMBER WHAT IT MEANS WHEN I ASK QUESTIONS OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND SOMEBODY JUST FUCKING BLOWS ME OFF AND THEN GOES RUNS OFF WITH THE FUCKING FUNGUS LITTLE BITCH KID IN SCHOOL WHO ENDS UP TRAFFICKING UNDER FUCKING A GUY FROM GEORGIA YEAH HE'S COOL AND ALL GLAD YOU HAD A GOOD TIME.

AND I ASKED KATHY GREAT NAME I ASKED KATHY WHAT WHAT COULD WE HAVE SEX AND THEN AT NO TIME DID YOU SAY WE INFECTED YOU WITH THE FUCK IS STD ON PURPOSE AND TOLD EVERYBODY SO WE FUCKED OFF YOUR LIFE AT THE BEST OF YOUR MOTHER NOBODY EVER ACTUALLY MENTION THAT SO I'LL BE SURE TO PUT THAT ON THE CHRISTMAS CARDS.

I HOPE THAT WASN'T A SECRET BECAUSE I THINK I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDN'T KNOW THOSE THINGS AND WELL LIKE WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU GAME BY NOT MENTIONING THAT CUZ WELL I WOULD HAVE KNOWN THEN I WOULD HAVE NOT THOUGHT YOU WERE A COWARD OR PARALYZED AND THEN MAYBE YOU DIDN'T KNOW BUT IN ANY CASE IT'S AMAZING HOW ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU TURN TO A DIFFERENT PERSON WHO HAD A DIFFERENT ARRANGEMENT WITH A DIFFERENT PERSON AND THEN YOU WENT OFF WITH THE PEOPLE WHO TRAFFICKED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE AND THEN THEY KNEW THE ENTIRE TIME AND YOU'VE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH THEM SUCKING THEIR DICK THE WHOLE TIME AND THEY'D STEAL MY MONEY AND THEY TAKE YOUR TIME AND THEY'VE BEEN MANIPULATING YOU AND

TELLING YOUR FUCKING STORY UP STORY AND NOW THEY DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT JACK OR SHIT AND NOW YOU CAN'T EVEN TALK I GUESS THEY HAVE YOUR MIGHT MAKE.


I WOULDN'T WORRY AND THEY'RE MAKING JOKES ABOUT THE LASAGNA IMPLIES THEY KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND THEY THINK THEY'RE IN COMMAND AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK THEY CAN FUCKING FUCK YOU BLUE FOR ALL I GIVE A FUCK YOU NEVER EVEN FUCKING LIKE ME ANYWAY I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON AND THEN IF I HAVE TO PUT SOMEBODY IN FUCKING FEDERAL PRISON I DON'T HAVE TO, THEY CAN HAVE OTHER PEOPLE DO IT AND I DON'T REALLY CARE BUT DID THAT GUY JUST REALLY TRY TO THUG YOU OUT AND BE PISSY AND ACT LIKE HE SHOULD BE DOING THINGS CUZ I'LL FUCKING PUT HIM IN PRISON TONIGHT IF I FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT, FUCK YOU RIDING CHRISTIAN


NOW YOU HAVE NO REASON TO BE CRUDE. BUT I GUESS YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO BE. ARE YOU WEARING A SALMON SHIRT BECAUSE THAT SETS OFF BLOOD NICELY. AND IF YOU EVER TRY TO FUCKING ATTENTIONALLY AGAIN YOU UGLY STUPID LITTLE DIA FUCKING DRUG MULE LITTLE BITCH NOT YOU TAMMY THE OTHER ONE BRIAN DUDE FUCK YOU I DON'T GIVE A FUCK GOOGLE THROUGH WORK DUDE I'LL FIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS AND I'LL FUCKING BURN IT DOWN AFTER I STEAL YOUR FUCKING MONEY AND YOU'LL NEVER FUCKING DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT SO FUCK YOUR OWN FUCKING DICK I WORK HARD FOR WHAT I AM PROUD OF BEING DOING AND YOU ARE A FUCKING DRUG MULLING PIMP FAG.


NO SHAME SO GO OUT THERE AND WORK YOU DUMB FUCKING WHOREMONGERING COCK BASS AND ASS. LIKE UNBELIEVABLE DUDE GET THE FUCKING HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS ALSO THE GUY FOR TRYING TO BE ME WHO WAS MARRIED TO SOMEBODY ELSE AND RAPING THEM BOTH I'M GLAD THAT'S OVER MAYBE IT'S NOT BUT DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUCKING STUPID YOU ARE, SINCE I DON'T MIND ANY OF THIS STUFF BUT WHEN I SAY IT LIKE THAT IT SOUNDS LIKE I'M KIND OF PISSED ABOUT IT DOESN'T IT? MAYBE PEOPLE DIDN'T KNOW WITH HOW FUCKING STUPID YOU ARE YOU XCIA FUCKING WRENCHING LITTLE BITCH THUG ALSO I KNOW WHY YOU HAD A FAKE MARRIAGE WITH SHARON BECAUSE YOUR GAMBLING ADDICT YOU'RE A DRUG ADDICT AND YOU GOT CAUGHT WITH SOME KIND OF CHILD THING AND THEN SHE WAS WATCHING YOU AND THEN I GUESS SHE WAS WATCHING ME AND THEN ACTUALLY FIGURED OUT THAT YOU ARE A FUCKING LYING ASSHOLE YOU HAVE ME WALKING UP A FUCKING HILL AND YOU FUCKING SHUTTLE METH AROUND YOU FUCKING GIVE HER LITTLE BITCH
DID YOU WANT TO KEEP ON SAYING I SHOULD GET A JOB BECAUSE I THINK YOU SHOULD GET A FUCKING LIFE AND A SPINE AND MAYBE A LAWYER.



ALSO GEORGE SOLD ME FORMALDEHYDE. IT'S A SECRET MASONIC THING AND I WON'T TELL YOU BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY YOU'RE JUST A BLUE LODGE LEVEL ONE. AND I GUESS YOU'RE IN TROUBLE AND HAVE TO WORK AND I'M NOT AND I CAN WORK AS I LIKE THAT MAKES MY WORK MORE VALUABLE


YOU SHOULD READ THIS TO YOUR DAUGHTER TELL HIM IF I WENT TOO FAR BECAUSE DUDE NIGGER RYAN CHRISTENSEN YOU'RE MY FUCKING NIGGER I FUCKING OWN YOUR ASS YOU SHOULD BE NICE M


THE CONFLICT OF WHICH IS HERE IS A MILE WIDE AND I CAN HAVE YOUR ASS REALLY LOOKED INTO IN WAYS THAT YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LIKE SO MOOCHIE MOOCHIE'S DETAILED DUDE YOU DISGUST ME


WHAT ARE THE FUCK HAPPENED IN THE LIFE THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD FUCKING TREAT A CHILD THAT WAY AND JUST LAUGH AND NOT FUCKING SAY A WORD AND ACT LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN CHARGE YOUR WHOLE LIFE DUDE I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR FUCKING SPLEEN OUT AND MAKE IT INTO A LITTLE FUCKING YO-YO BITCH.
FUCKING PATHETIC I GUESS IS THIS ALL HOW ALL CARPETBAGGER GANGS WORK? THAT DID NEVER MIND.

MM YOU HAD YOUR TIME TO CROSS THE STREET TO DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN SIT ON YOUR ASS AND HIDE SO YOU HAVE TO ANSWER A FUCKING COMPLICATED QUESTION
.


LIKE WHY BOTHER WHEN YOU HAVE A COPY OF A COPY OF A COPY YEAH BUT YOU THINK I'M JEALOUS DUDE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW THESE THINGS FUCKING WORK I'M GOING TO GO BACK TO BEING A JEDI NOW I'LL SEE YOU LATER AND I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU HAVE TO BE SNOTTY AND SHIT BUT YOU DON'T ACTUALLY DON'T KNOW JACK OR DICK ABOUT WHAT'S GOING ON.


THAT'S OKAY I'M SURE YOU KNOW WHAT GOES WHERE. Namastμ

PS IN ADDITION TO MY SPIRITUAL RANK WHICH EXISTS COMPARED TO YOURS I'M ALSO A LEVEL 1360 FREETHINKER. YOU PROBABLY DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT


MEANS.


IT MEANS THAT I'M NOT A STOOL PIGEON AND YOU'RE NOT A SOURCE TITAN AND YOU'RE PROBABLY AN ALCHEMIST BUT IF YOU CAN PULL THE SWORD TO THE STONE OUT AND MAKING IT SHOW ANY TRUTH I'D BE HAPPY BY THEN



OH I KNOW I'M GOING TO DO I'M GOING TO GO TO THE SPACE AGE RAPE STATION AND JUST STEAL SOME FUCKING LIQUOR AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS. MAYBE I'LL CLAIM THAT I'M RELATED TO A HOTSHOT MASONIC DRUG PIMP. TOO FUCKING FUNNY LIKE THEY DON'T KNOW.


IS THIS REAL LIFE I FEEL LIKE IT TOOK A WHOLE LOT OF ACID WITH THE BLOW FISH. YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER ME BUT IF I EVER FUCKING CATCH YOU FUCKING HIDING SHIT FROM ME THAT YOU KNEW I NEED TO KNOW AND PROFITING OFF IT AND LAUGHING ABOUT IT WHILE I'M FUCKING EXPLOITING PEOPLE I'M LITERALLY GOING TO HAVE YOUR COCK CAUGHT OFF AND YOUR FUCKING ANKLES BROKEN LIKE THE FUCKING HOBBLE JAMES CAAN IN FUCKING MISERY.

LET ME GUESS YOU DRINK. BRAVO. CATCH YOU LATER

I've been vindicated, damn it! 😂

I told you it wouldn't work, and then your Secret Squad of Secret Spouses told you to try it anyway. Because that's what you were there for anyway. The canary in a coal mine. And the end result of objectifying women is to consider them casually disposable. While monitoring their comms though. Because Heaven forfend! “No! Don't let her remember what it's like to feel valued! SOUNDS THE ALARM! CIRCLE THE CLITWAGGIN’S!!”

I don't mean to lay it on too thick. I mean no actual disrespect. From my perspective, it's still a little funny. “Retired special forces.” Nope, not even close. It's okay though. I think it's adorable. And, bottom line, that's why they were willing to risk the sacrifice. Number one, it was really the only way to find out.

Number two: you're more sprung than Harley Quinn would be if Napier needed a foot massage he could take for granted. You're not able to keep it rational when it comes to certain *crucial* subjects. For example: paladins. NGL: we are all pretty goddam whoopass. Number three: no idea what else you have ever lied about but you're a woman, first and foremost  Women invented lying. No shame in it. Something had to be invented.

And, in any case, after years of abusing mil.spec.chem.stims, here is what happens: everyone inevitably becomes cocksuckers, harpy shrews, or scissor maids. And begin to be infused with a deep-seated hatred of the opposite sex, as whispers from The Dark Lord seek to take root. This was part of The Satanic Homosexual Agenda. For it wasn't enough to turn Humanity into flamer whack-jobs.

It was desired that we sought to murder each other. Fortunately, this has been mostly dismantled. Obviously, homosex can be extremely fulfilling. I don't think it has to inexorably lead to murdererous rage. This is because I actually enjoy my interactions with women. With or without sex. This is unthinkable for a lot of dudes who just can't figure out why their chambermaid isn't as obedient as they command while shaking their impotent fists at the ceiling during what passes for many as their foreplay.

I don't want to hurt any feelings here, but Satan worship seems like a bad investment. But that's really only because as a strict monotheist, I actually know who I'm talking about, and I'm respectful as I can be while treating Satan as the little robot dog that I have throughoughly mastered. Cerebrus is the mind, and I have mastered my own. Most people don't. Most people make Satan their “their little bitch,” and have no idea: they just invoked Lilith.

Who I adore. I think she's lovely. Most rational people do not. Now, back to you. Obviously you're not abusing Compound X as much as one in your position should have been, they see it like, because clearly, you're sprung to the nines over a male. And I didn't jump at the chance to gain a 75% dick-count.

To the lifelong outlaw, this makes those like you and I, fucking dangerous. And I absolutely respect that. I didn't understand at first. People... fearful of me? Huh. Oh, right. I don't have skin in the game, and I might be carrying a grudge. I'm not. I understand, it's a racket, and no one really did anything “wrong.” Except for a few creeps but I don't judge. God can sort that shit out. Meanwhile, back to ye, and thine fee-fees.

When the consequence for an error in judgement is LITERALLY 80 YEARS IN PRISON, the calculus utterly changes. I know that not one person out there thinks I'm actually gonna flip. That don't matter. Bottom line, my loyalties are not to my bros. And, I don't consort with hoes. What the fuck do I do, anyway? Holy shit, no one knew before. They really don't know now.

This terrifies the long-timers who have zero leverage, like me already anyway, and already have plenty of groupies to chill with. Then I start nosing around. Why then? Again: no one fucking knows for sure. Throw in a bunch of “mission for God” überskitz blabber, and, bickety-bam, I'm totes radioactive and have to be globally shunned. No shame in it at all. I'm not exactly flattered, but I'm not devastated to be isolated from all the cool kids. And... are they all that cool? Well ... mistakes are how we learn.

I get to make mistakes all the time. Like, openly disrespecting thy Matriarch. That wasn't really necessary. Nor do I need to keep up the performance. We have a philosophical difference. We don't need to make bad blood about it. This is what is known as “tact,” and if I had been questioned about certain things, it would have been easy to avoid a few things. For example, why did I vanish like I did?

Because I don't like being lied to, and the thinly veiled contempt was insane. What did I do wrong, exactly? Fail the Kobayashi Maru test. The unwinnable scenario. I was being groomed. I was being educated. Yeah, I knew all that. What I didn't know was ... why? Because there was zero chance I was gonna let my baby batter just get taken and then walk into an 18-year financial support contract. I guess people thought I was loaded? Nope.

And if I were gonna be a father AT 15½ WITH A 21 JUMP FIVE-OH ABBO WHO “HOPED” WE WOULD ENGAGE IN COITUS, WELL, SHE BETTER ACTUALLY WANT MY DICK. Not just tolerate it. The whole goddam psyop was a dreadful idea, and it was fundamentally a complex way to mock the Christ.

So funny. Satanism, such a laugh riot. I was so revolted by what I was sure of, I didn't figure it all out until recently... and that, only so I could understand why it was thirty-five fucking years later and grown-ass adults were behaving like abject retards. That wasn't the training. That's what doing sped in secret and living in fear will do to the development of the human brain. Fucks it all up, in a variety of unpleasant ways.

No shame in it. And my heart fills with compassion to know that basically everyone is super anxious about me. Now, I don't mean to condescend.

That is the nicest expression of love and support I've ever seen. Awwww. And, I miss you all too. I was sad to have to go to outpatient rehab because “′muh inability to control ′muh drinking.” Yah sure right. Okay, so maybe I fibbed a little. The truth is, I wanted two DUIs before my 21st birthday. Similarly, I knew I needed to spike H twice, but never a third. Why?

Because no one would believe that I wasn't lying about it. That is what most obsessives do about their drug use. They lie about it. I never had to lie at all.

And no one ever really wanted to ask about what I knew, because everyone thought they already did. HA! NOT EVEN CLOSE. That's okay. I didn't really want to think about how embarrassing it was to watch it all unfold as it did.

I'm pretty sure everyone feels as bad as I did. Good. Sufferimg builds character. Deprivation strengthens discipline. Withholding gratification enhances satisfaction. I figured that eventually, everyone was gonna have their eureka moment. Until then, it was easy to just be all mopey.. Everyone accepted this.

People really thought I was sad I had been given HIV, huh? That's legit funny. Now, if that had been the case, I would have absolutely gone to Authority. However, what I actually got was a quasi-immunity to basically all forms of HSV. A gift from my mother. Who told me nothing. NOTHING!

I understand now. I understand everything. I don't remember how it started. I just remembered, trying to do what I was told, and it was always an explosion immediately after liftoff. Every. Single. Time. Huh. Just that unlucky?

Shit no. Übermensch groom gangs sought perfect and total control over every aspect of my life... and I was never meant to even suspect. Sure thing, Überthugs. Wtaf a brilliant idea. They could have just named me Panda Kojak. That sounds nicely inconspicuous, amiright? /smdh

It will be a long, long time before the inner secrets of occult wisdom will ever be set free around me. That's totally okay. I'm not researching the occult to uncover secrets. I do it because every goddam person I've ever met had been keeping secrets from me. So becoming a Master of Divination and a level 360 Freethinker and a level zero mase is very logical. I'm not really interested in Freemasonry. I am actually dreadfully expensive.

Also, I don't want to turn my legit fondness for sex and drugs and whores to become a professional thing. Like, it's fun, until it becomes a job, and then, it's work. No thank you. Also; they should pay me. Why hoard īT? It's not like your PimpDawg™ takes a ninety percent cut OHV WAIT THEY DO. Truthfully, I didn't really know how it works.

I don't think I needed to. Once again: why am I not being paid? Oh, right. I am The Wicker Man. Oh, sure. Whatever you say, Dark Conclave. My parents breathed not one single word about any of this. Not did that explain to me how to support myself. How could they? They didn't support themselves either!

Consequently I built myself into a most improbable creature. I work for God. Sure, someone could hire me. No one really does. Am I supposed to beg for employment? Holy fuck, I'm supposed to beg to be allowed to even live!

The corruption of blackcraftmasonry that hit max penetration in 1955 was horrifying, utterly vile, and something I would never feel so arrogant as to think I needed to “fix Masonick Crafting Power.” Fuck them  Why couldn't they fix themselves? They didn't think there was anything wrong with... well, I'm not going to get into it.

I'll just say that when I discovered all this, I simply retreated to quiet meditative contemplation and solemn prayer, and easily discerned exactly what I was there to do. I simply created a stable space for having to occur, and told Jesus Christ to run around and tell everyone that it was time to stop being arrogant racist bigot homophag little  twerpy snitches. Without a relentless influx of pan-dimensional space squids and dragon hydra it was probably impossible to contemplate The 47th Problem Of Euclid so as in order to grok it in its fullness.

Especially while surrounded by hot milksops and cool ice. With no upper limit! And I'm not one to judge. Mistakes are how we learn. For example, I've had attraction magic used on me a lot. I first noticed at age 15. Now, who needs to use magical means to get to have sex with them? Why not just say, ,“dude, I want your juices to paint me all over like a quick-dry varnish, take off all your clothes immediately,” I'm in. I'm in! Love potion number zero, save your energy. I like sex as much as I thought I would, which I figured would be, quite a lot.

I also like attraction magic. Holy shit. Why not teach that? I would have bothered to value school. Instead I noticed that everyone got to get high in high school, except for me, and rather than explain anything, it was carte blanche for groom gangs of toteslezz Fæ royalty. This hurt my fee-fees.i sort of understand it all now.

I had thought that it was sheer insanity: I was a minor. They were all older and all on drugs and it was clear that no concern was given to my informed consent. It didn't occur to me until decades later... they wanted a consent violation. They wanted a minor virginal child. They wanted a fearful and sober, naive “innocent.”: some eugenics thing. All bullshit of course. But it mystified me. Did the age of consent really not matter?

Well, it's complicated. I'm not carrying any ill will about it. Leaving me to “figure it out” while socially isolated and everyone else was on Adderall, or Mephylphenidate, or IV CM, and I had never even smelled weed, seemed an odd tactical choice.

Unless they wanted to be obliterated? Could be. The corruption of Masonic security was surely going to be stopped at some point, but it took a Master Healer to know how to do it properly. And I think it helps that I know none of their secrets, and don't really want to. We all make mistakes. With the right support, they're industriously repairing things themselves. I'm not involved. I'll probably get a six-pack of polymorph potions as a polite thank you gift. Because I am doing those faggot warlock dorklords a solid. And barely anyone knows a single fucking thing about it.

I really do not want to brag about it. Anyone could have done what I did. So, why didn't they? Let's not ask them. Let's just celebrate Life instead. Since we are, like, alive. Also: largely insulated from civil and criminal liability.


FREEDOM: it's no small thing. Neither is catching a Federal charge for basically anything. Federal Court is like The Red Queen, with jam &AND jelly, every goddam day, for years. Maybe the rest of one's life. Who knows? That would be a secret, and potentially, just discussing it could be considered tampering. Or obstruction. OR WHATEVER THEY FEEL LIKE SAYING IT WAS. They're Feds! They can't even get stoned! But they can get hooked on oxycontin by order of an M.D., and three months later, they're COMP’d. It's a ridiculous arrangement.

And, for reasons I have no need to get into, it's doing a lot better now.


“Retired.” HOOKER I AM ON CALL 24/7 FOR THE DIVINE EVERY DAY SINCE COVID LOCKDOWN IN MARCH 2020. I don't mean to complain. Service to Life is the highest privilege of Life. I've learned stuff I could not ever have figured out any other way. I thought it was too fantastic to be true. It doesn't really seem fair.

It's not. It's the law. It's a different order of logic. Don't worry about it. And don't lie to people. If you don't know, say that. If you don't feel safe with your answer, just say “pass.” I know: you've been trained in some other protocol.

Clearly that has been working out brilliantly for you. I didn't really understand but as YEARS hehe gone by, what had not been said is very communicative. Because for one thing, you obviously can't be trusted by anyone anymore.

Except for me. And I don't need to trust you at all. If I were to be looking at your ass, you'd know. Why lie about it? OMFG that was asinine. The whole fucking scene. It felt like It was Tay-Tay every day. “Is this real life? I'ma let you finish.” And somehow this was my error. Because I am a man. And I have a penis. Which works. So I really should not have two.

HOW LONG HAVE MEN HAD TWO URETHRAS IN THEIR DICKS? HOW DID THIS NEVER COME UP IN CONVERSATION? I'M NOT FUCKING IMAGINING IT, SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST, I'VE GOT TWO STREAMS OF LIQUID OF GOLD AND A HYDRAULIC CANNON. I GOTTA WRITE MY NAME IN SNOW AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

O GREAT FROO-TIT
DEAR GRATE FROO-TIT

I LOVE YOU, BUT THIS IS SERIOUSLY THIRD DATES STUFF. YOU HOSER. AND NOW, YEAH, I BET YOU CAN’T CALL. THAT'S BECAUSE YOU TURNED INTO A GODDAM GORGON AND I STILL HANDED YOU YOUR ASS. WHAT? NIGGA, YOU BEEN TOTES COMP’d”

I have no wish to alarm my mil.spec allies. Who have ACTUAL Authority. And are likely as done with all this “dial 911!” bullshit as I am. So, who was it juicing you up to become weaponized against a pacifist? No, don't fucking tell me here. Like you have actual memories or something, lollerskates. Shit. Fuckimg hell. Who am I talking to now? I didn't bother to get out a fresh one-time pad. BECAUSE THE WHOLE FUCKING NETWORK IS FULL ON, STILL FUCKING COMP’d. Thanks, Beavis. Settle down on something sharp and infectious. Thanks. You're a star. And a a retard. Oh, I'm supposed to be under suspicion while you travel the world flipping crypto with my father's passport? Look, I'm not gonna lie, that really is pretty goddam baller.

Imagine how baller it would have been with permission. Because of course it's not my area to countermand. I still think it is max faggot to cut me out of the read in. Here's why,: you are hiding... what? From whom? To what end? I have no idea what you might be fearful of me finding out. You sure do. Well, that's a chink in your armor. Right there. Why evade it? I do infact think it a clever bit of guile. And why might I be considered hostile to your interests? Well, there's that weaponization again. We talked about this.

It is alright. Mistakes are how we learn. We don't always drag a third of the superhuman assets the U.S. has to call upon through the mud when we do it though. I'm not criticizing, honestly. It pretty much seems cool enough to be proud of the tradecraft being used to accomplish something. And everyone is so proud... I'm left behind and used as bait for homicidally-driven sociopaths. So yeah, why tell me anything? I'm gonna be in Heaven soon, huh? Yeah..  this dog doesn't really hunt, B∞∞∞μ. Now, be honest. This was Hegseth’s idea, right? I love that batshit crazy fucktard. I think he's absolutely dreamy.

You go flip him some crypto. You have the demeanor. Don't fret over me. I'm gonna be quite alright. That was really not in any doubt. I saved our lives. IDGAF who that was inconsiderate to  I give not one shit how inconvenient that was. We were meant to neutralize each other. Something else happened instead.

And, I guess everyone escaped civil and criminal liability? That would be my guess. No body, no crime, no bitch. What? This was gonna be the big collar of a long-sought outlaw fugitive? I bet there were dudes fapping off to the image of a double gallows, put them in the outfits that the twins in The Shining had, except sized to fit, you dig?

Grapefruit and Melania, twisting in the wind, The Dynamic Dopamine Duo. One could be Coca Girl, and the other Electroshock Therapy Woman. This sounds hackneyed already, and I'm just tuning in on this now. The entire idea d is disgusts me. That those two are hated, enough to go that far, obviously that didn't happen, right? I bet that's classified.

I have zero doubt that there is hate running that deep out there. I think they're both unfathomably brilliant heroes. And I don't even know what they even ACTUALLY DO. No clue. Something involving repeatedly stabbing abusive rapethugs in the kidneys and liver. ‘Merica! FUK yeah! This is what I like to have in my world.

And while I don't hang out with men who hate women, or vice versa, they're certainly out there. It's pathological. They hate the other half, and this is part of The Adversary and the plan to destroy God's perfect plan for Creation. It's chilling to consider this reality. They got one in jail for a planted bag of blow, and the other melted down over his I was supposedly “maybe a paladin cop.” Not “retited special forces,” then? What a mess. Thanks, Amazon Wimmins from The Moon, Ⓜ️⭕⭕nnnnn , that spells “D.A.R.Ē. cow. ”

I'm not upset about this. Simply put: opportunities were lost here. Not the first time. Now, in what ways did I let anyone down? Relax, it isn't being graded. Answer in your own time. Just tell me, what have I, what have I, v what have I done to deserve this? What have I, what have I, to what have I done to deserve this? I bought you drinks I brought you flowers, read you books and talked for hours, sow, tell me:

WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS? (You can bet your wheel-spun yarn-swaddled ass that this is a secret.) Okay then: moving on.

“... åm-âm-ãm I gonna be... arrested??” How could I have known at the time? I didn't think chewing up the scenery and frontin’ like I was an actual faglords retard was against the law, but arrests are not my area. I didn't think that was gonna be very helpful anyway. Unless you needed to be kept behind six feet of concrete to keep Girl Wolverine from popping out your spleen for an hors d‘ouerve. Emphasis on the hors.

All that being said, I, for one, am glad to be past all that. I have no idea what you're whinging over now, but at the minimum, I can explain missing pieces while identifying as a 19 year old girl. This precludes the possibility of hurting any fee-fees via the vile and repugnant experience of a forced experience of enduring a mansplaining.

I've done it before. Epic cringe. So I think we're gonna be okay here. REMEMBER: you all were played like you were Fisher-Price replica Stradivarius pasta machines. Not musical instruments. I don't think there's any kitchen gadgets that were crafted by Stradivarius. But let's say there were.

I was honest with everyone, and almost no one were able to do the same. I see it all now. BLACK AND WHITE. ALL THAT'S CLEAR AS CRYSTAL. ABSOLUTE GENIUS INTELLECT.

His magic sucks donkey balls but no matter: he don't need magic. He has class. Of course none of you recognize it as such.

Don't lose any sleep over things. It's not my story to tell, and what would be the point? I'm not to be believed in any case. Because I'm dangerous. I'm suspicious. I'm probably carrying a grudge. I just want drugs. I just want to agree bastards and leave. I don't have enough money. I have no income. I don't pay my taxes. I just want a hand out. I just want secrets. I just want power. I just want to laugh at you. I just want everyone to laugh at you.

I just want. Goddam. I have chosen to eschew wants. I have desires. None of them are to do coca with FLOTUS. Did that shit really happen? Not the drug use. THE ARREST. FOR SIMPLE POSSESSION. REALLY 

ARE YOU SERIOUSLY OUT THERE LEAVING ME IN THE DARK ON THIS? Nearly four years gone by. At this point, stay risk do I seriously present? Oh yeah  USMCJ rules. Quite literally, I don't have to be told a goddam thing.

It's not fair. It's the law. No shame in it. After all, I am a Master of Divination. If I need to know, I get to know.

And if I need to get a drink, I don't get to pay for it. Money? Property? Liberty? Fuck no, I don't get none of that shit. And, do you know why, Lady Battle-Broads?

No one knows how I could have let all of this happen. Ought I not have done... more? I really think so. For example, I ought to have had essays to read. Instead: that was the first ambush. O, MANGO.

Obviously replacing me with three more phagtymE kK🆑0vvnz of Cape G.’s finest parallel parking instructor was a stronger of sheer genius, but imagine if I could have been of any assistance whatsoever! Unfortunately not.

Because I had been lied to and I could not be told about what. (That's a secret.) As I really only insisted that everyone survive, I do not complain. I think this is all very cute. It is also entirely impractical and entirely unnecessary.

And yet: in no other way, could everyone receive unequivocal proof. INCONTROVERTIBLE! IRREFUTABLE!

>KU©ZΗr₹üb.ini own all of your bitchassed cornbread pumpkin pimpin' plumped out asses. Hands down! TOTES TOTAL IN CHARGE. Everyone else had to run and hide. Like they were filled with lead and hot and shame. Probably were. Likely still are. Mood is slowly improving. Great! So is my DICK! Slow Lμ improving..

I just can't even. Don't be anxious. This isn't even all of what I got just now. Because if I need to know, I get to know. One way or another. Why should I not? Am I suspected of giving some other broad... hash? (Note: this could mean cannabis concentrate. Or it could mean cryptographic code blocks, served in a dirty ashtray. The implication being, y'all knew goddam well I didn't give her anything at all. But at any moment, just on a moment’s whim.... *SMACK*! Off to Diego Garcia I would go!

Obviously I didn't trigger that and I am in fact very grateful for the demonstration of full-on KIKEVVOPr power. It's incredible technology, and when utilized by someone who ACTUALLY KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THEY ARE DOING, it's a complex dance of utterly Divine beauty. It's like that when some sex pred creeper juices someone up to facilitate a quickie to degrade someone for cheap thrils as well, but comparing Ethel Merman to Roseanne Barr is meaningless in this context.

The point I seek to convey here is that it's now entirely obvious to me what happened. I don't need to explain anything. We are not perfect, but RUBINI>KUCZIⓂ️∆GjÎKEFRÜīTī7°°⁷∞-ooo-∞, energized by the Koo7 Recombobulimator with optional “Playing Along With The Latest Heaping Of Your Fresh Country Bullshit” simply can't be best by anything the competition can bring to the starting gate. This is evidenced by the complete lack of any forward progress by local color and conSTABulary while I run down all your be shit to you, whenever I fucking feel like it.

NGL: it should not be like this. Because it is far, far too awesome for mortal man to enjoy. Seriously, y'all did... what? Fuck, fine, Christ. WHATEVER.

He's practically dead and I smell like I have been for months, and yet and to get her together, RUBINI—KUCZI MAX APEX SPERG are still the two loci that form the ellipse that all of you inexorably are dancing to the rhythm of. That's because we are the goddam best at whatever it is we do. You're not supposed to fucking know, motherfuckers.

Where does this leave us? Well, you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage parlors... it don't matter. PEOPLE>KNOW.

War is Hell. It has no fury to compare with a woman scorned. And she had it all arranged via telepathy while high AF on mil.spec.CM, huh? Oh, I can see how such unfathomably critical information was hidden from me for thirty years. This explains the confusion, which was deliberately caused to enhance the overall harvest and it's louche energy. This is awkward to explain.

Think of it as high-stakes poker, or Bridge. I bet few alive today have ever heard of Bridge. It's like Spades. Except complicated. Anyway, they were all playing a really fun game with everyone. Then they let me come shuffle a deck of cards and be accused of marking them. Exit: stage instantly... after everyone on drugs had finished manufacturing their narrative audio to support their desired outcome.

I was doing something else. I was wondering why my father kept on trying to lecture me like my e is was Ayn Rand. That droning monotone. That utterly flat tonal affect. The certitude that he knew what I should be hearing. Are, Dad. I know he wanted what he thought was best for his family. I still do not give a single ripe wet fuck what that might have been.

Personally, I prefer ACTUAL BEST. For I have no idea. No one tells me the truth about ANYTHING. How would I know what is “the best?” Well, that's where one's Higher Self can be really helpful. Unless one feels like being really persnickety about the future. I have learned to desire everything, and be happy with whatever shows up.

This is why all my loved ones are alive and other people pay for their shoes. Ain't nobody got time to pay for my shoes  They did have time to steal my boots, however. Pork, why? Oh my fucking God, I hope that what gets classified for another 100 years  like the JFK stuff. Which I also hope is classified forever. I have no need to be inflicted with all this information. It doesn't really affect me the way some of you think it does.

For example, none of you ever bothered to ask me what I was doing. You only ever needed what I did do, to guy into your manufactured narrative somehow. Because you already had your endgame goal set in stone.

You really raped me!”

... nigga what? How was this a good idea? Was I gonna be intimidated and walk in a perpetual cringewalk for my whole life, because sick burn, yo! You said it, ergo it's true! Waka waka!

Back to reality: welcome to amateur hour. Rescheduled to last over three and a half decades. And it's still not in alignment. Hurr? Durr! HURR, DURR! HURRDURR! HURRRRRR! The prosecution rests.

It's not like any defense is necessary. You're all seeing it.. Okay, now what? I report to s factory,? I have people for that. Or are they in prison? I suppose the effect is similar.

Meanwhile, wealth is still not being generated. Wasn't that important? What is important? To any of you, I have no idea. Expressive, you hill folk sure are not.

Here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to let you think things over. There's no hurry to any of this. Or, is there? BECAUSE SOMEONE OBVIOUSLY WANTS THE CLOCK ON SOMETHING RAN OUT.


Consider it ran. My willingness to indulge bag habits is at a historic nadir. But I'm the problem. Interesting theory.

For toddlers. Time for bed, buddy. Sorry I didn't bring two other shouty dudes to also bark orders at the gaslit target of a coordinated swindling effort. (I think that tactic lacks class. I also lack two other friends.) I'm sure that you can work this out by yourselves. Like you do.

As G-d as my witness, I truly forgot that a critical mass of those involved thought I was supposed to let them remain undetected. Que? Sure come at me bro. Hop out of another DC-10, drop a big bag of money on me, then tell me I'm too stupid to know how to spend it. I feel inspired already!


Special Inspiration. May a loving Creator have mercy on our immortal souls. Tarbaby all gone Qj¡¡iⁿ⁷

Have you ever paused to consider how I felt about being denied access to a part of society that most bully pimp thugs grow up fully immersed in? Because I'm still struggling to comprehend how any of it makes sense to any of you.

Brainwashed bimbetres, raped into sexual bondage with MethDickTech™,, that's okay... but my practice of self-discipline and mastery, that's not cool? I'm not even saying MethDickTech™ isn't cool, frankly it sounds like a fantastic day at the beach for people who are into that kind of thing, but my focus here is on me.

Am I too white and nerdy? Am I not black enough? Did I need to bribe the proper officials? Were my parents parents worse than the Rosenthals and The Falcon and The Snowman combined? Help me out here. I wanna be able to remain in compliance, without making it all such a big blabbermouth shitshow.

It may seem a little late for that, but I'll simply point out: I am I obeying the law to the best of my understanding, and doing as I was asked to do by someone I respect. Since then, scusi, mille regretie, what do you mean you thought you were setting me up? DUDE THE NON-ABUSIVE USE OF THE SHIT EVERYONE ELSE ABUSES 24/7 SEEMS LIKE EXACTLY THE KIND OF BEHAVIOR THAT A HEALTHY SOCIETY WOULD SUPPORT. What am I doing wrong here? None of you even have jurisdiction. Kiss my grits. Am I supposed to make this easy for you?

Oh yeah. That's a secret  (Spoiler: IDGAF what Colonel Kikewop thinks he's gonna command. I'm not in his jurisdiction and he's batshit loco. And I'm going to need a bit more than a few unfathomably biased quacks and their obviously bought-off opinions. Further: I'm still in a state of disbelief... did any of you seriously think you were gonna get assault charges to actually stick? Dude. People fucking know me. Yeah, I'm really rapey, sure. Minor children too? I DIDN'T EVEN LIKE CHILDREN WHEN I WAS A CHILD, YOU MORONS. Is this all supposed to be a laugh? I'm not feeling the mirth. I'm feeling the absence of HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS THAT WERE PISSED AWAY SO YOU COULD DRIVE ME INTO DESTITUTION. Forget questions of legality.

How was this supposed to be effective? 🤔 I am legitimately mystified.

There is no incentive to be ambitious if I know that pinko Commie swine are just going to steal all my stuff anyway. (Facts.) ERGO: your entire cult is demonstrably behaving in ways that are clearly not very competent looking ish.

And so, I'm in legal jeopardy, and... all of you are engaged in who-knows-what. And: I'm supposed to be quiet about this. READ MY LIPS: DREAM ON, SPOOKY-CUNTY PHAGHAGZ. There's nothing chill about this, and it's merely the top of the iceberg.

Start reversing your ship of fools and begin recompensing me for damn near everything while there's still time. This is the extent of the advice I have for any of you. I don't know how this is not self-evident to any of you.

I didn't owe any of you money. Conversely, you all, collectively, owe me literal shitloads of cash. Do you really want me to retain an attorney?

I'll think about it. Meanwhile: say hi to Richter at the next blood orgy! (Blood orgy, yay! Yay! Blood orgy!) I'm sure it's a really fabulous way to spend a day at the beach.

Do I steal from any of you? Do I drny you access to your chosen pleasures? Did I spend years creating a false narrative about any of you? Nope. This describes your clique's activity. FOR YEARS.

Okay, congratulations. Why this ends up with my property being ganked is a full on enigma. I guess... that's simply what is done,, eh?

I'm gonna let you work all this out with a competent psychotherapist. I guess it must be some kind of desperate cry for help? Save it for your blog, Oinkypants McJunkyface.

None of you are the boss of me, and I am not your pillage target of record. I give zero shits as to why it's justified by yourselves, this nonsense is beyond out of line.

So I guess you're all pretty pissed at me then? Good. Stay mad, spooky siblings. You should be furious. What would you like me to do? Go down to the river and shave? IDGAF what any of you think you want at this point. You're done.



THOSE WHO KNOW CANNOT SLEEP.

BIBLICAL. Adieu.


Jamie Foster == Sara Rantschler == a conflict of interest so massive, I wonder why I don't just pursue the matter in the civil courts... and then I remember: I'm not a total asshole. However, neither am I a spineless pervert. I have to actually COMPEL you to take it down? Holy shit, I can't hardly believe it's still up and that same nest of Jester Court Harpys are still circling like buzzards. This is Justice, is it?! Nope, not really.

Let's make it into a Hallmark movie. Why hide it? Lifelong harassment of a man who was mugged at knifepoint at age seven by someone twice his age sounds like a completely reasonable thing to do, n‘est-çe pas?

ZUGZWANG.

ll I Jackstar killing little men, neighbors, or prick’s questions, really smooth-ish, terrorist umbrella versions X, why zebras? Well, quagga would be too obvious. And also: my feelings are hurt. Taking my gear is supposed to be for my own good, is that supposed to be plausible? I don't think it is.

90 day cooldown. SIMULTANEOUS. That's the protocol. And I have demonstrated sufficient probable cause. At least, in my view. I don't know what any of you have demonstrated. Because my communications are blocked. Like in Diamonds Are Forever. Like in reality, what was done to Howard Hughes. It's amazing what can be done with modern tradecraft. And it's going to be totally fucking awesome watching you turkeys testify to Congress about it.

Another Iran-Contra? It's more likely than one might think. ASSES IN SEATS FOR MONTHS. Think of the Neilsen R ratings! IDK if they even still have those. NEVERTHELESS: think of them! BUY MY CUM &AND!!! (Just kidding. I'm not selling my baby batter.) And in spite of the opportunities available to leverage this oncoming tide, I am still The target of... I have no idea, really, but holy shit are they pissed. C’est moi? Big time. I might even have my senior prom tickets revoked, to say nothing of my guild charter. (I don't have a guild, but that doesn't matter, Dean Worm Her and all his ilk are literally frothing at the mouth. Over one schizo junkie. Yep, that's me!) I am, of course, very ashamed.

Because I am not even close to being sorry about my lack of good manners at all. Holy fuck, you assholes fucked everything up, and somehow it's all my fault. Wow! Well, that's what a raging drug addiction and the total denial of it will do to an otherwise well-oiled machine of brutal oppression. (Bellgab, I love you.) How did anyone not see this coming? Oh, I suppose they did... and then, neatly sidestepped the oncoming D5 avalanche.

Bigger than you can imagine. BIBLICAL. Clearly, more petty theft is a safe move, lol. WRONG.

But I suppose you all have to eat. (Income streams drying up? Maybe going door-to-door pushing solar panels is going to be your ticket out of poverty.) And I suppose I look like a juicy target still. I am quite plump, after all. And, I'm just begging to be bullied for lunch money, right? Omfg, it's like face blindness.


Everybody out of the pool. Actual: time to hustle. Site statistics: down from 1165 to ~33. Talk about leaving money on the table.

Remember: I'm just a needle junkie with HIV. Right? That's certainly what I heard. And I haven't heard of any retraction, explanation, or feelings of contrition.

You know what might help? Put on a French maid outfit and clean my fucking kitchen, you silly twatsplat mewling coterie of bī-bully ho-thugs. What are you, busy? Maybe you're held up in Customs, or something. I really have no idea.

Because I got high? No... because I really don't give a fuck. This is your message, Bellgab. FIX. CLEAN. POLISH. Do I have to be the goddam instructor? Y'all fucked up. Now, take accountability. Sure, you never had to before. IDC. Learn as you go. No one is getting any younger, you know.

And if you don't like it, I'm not surprised. It's not really very fair.

NONETHELESS: IT IS THE LAW. (Standards.) You're welcome.

I'm gonna go pretend to want to fap now. Because that's one of my jobs: pretending to be a frustrated sex addict.

Wye. That's why. Now scram, Friend. I'm sorry if I seem too brutal.

That's the training. (Also: you owe me a refrigeration unit and a written apology.) I'm not really enjoying all this surplus of human suffering.

Hey, I stayed out of your DMs, right? CAPIÇHE? I'm practically beatifiable. Without even ever having tried to be.

And, I love you. So, I'd rather see you all turn yourselves around on your own recognizance. And if it's just too hard, zI happen to know of a quality behavioral hospital you can all plop your asses down into. I'm sure all of all y'all would feel right at home.

(Vengeance for Shakena Godbolt.)

And, I don't know that that woman has got going on, but I called her for her email address and she acted like I was some kind of reprobate deviant. Like, damn. Tough crowd. Maybe I didn't belong there?

Maybe they shouldn't have stolen my gear? Maybe they shouldn't have assumed that I was an abject retard? Well, mistakes are how we learn. And, you know how kids are. They think they invented everything.

And they think I'm old. I'm at ⅒ of my expected lifespan. That would be ten years old, if I was gonna live to be 100. How long could I really live, though? 🤔 At this point, what difference does it actually make?

I retract the question. Do I really need to know? I doubt it. Similarly did I really need to lose my boots, my kilt, y flashlight, my... everything? Well, someone sure thought so and Shakena Godbolt was so disturbed, she hollered and shrieked at me on her HIPPA-compliant business telephone line.

Huh. I don't know if that's a cry for help, or if she finally figured out that she was totes screwed; but the fact of the matter is that I am the victim of a targeted scheme to get me “out of the way.” Is this going to go on much longer? It's tedious to endure.

Asking for a friend. To arrange for any necessary intervention. Because, gosh! I'd like to be eb getting on with my life, and I don't really mind if any of you think I'm not allowed to. I don't need any of you to allow me to live.

I simply and masterfully do so. Get the picture? Now, start signing checks, Cartoonist Twatmunch. What, are you sitting there with Girl Blofeld training a pistol on you? Awkward. Funny image, but decidedly awkward.

I'll leave you to your struggles. I am sure they are real. And the next time you want to score some low-hanging fruit, think again.

MY CAPACITY FOR INDULGING YOUR RIDICULOUSNESS HAS BEEN EXCEEDED.

And, still: no hugs  Weird. I don't think your Ringleader thought all this through. No plan B, right? Because I'm a needle junkie with AIDS. Oh, wait.

Nope, that's the other one  An easy mistake to make, I guess. I'm new around here. Not really sure how things work.

But you do: sow, I don't have to. I choose to work  And, I don't work FOR YOU, BELLGAB.

That's the training. We'll see how things are next month. For now ..  face reality.


PEOPLE >KNOW. I have no idea what they know, but they sure do know it.

And they know that I have sat your thuggy-bulky Oinkerton-fed D. E. A. ± D. A. R. E asses down. Good. Someone had to. Now, go be effective. Because, after all..  public monies taken equates to being held accountable to various and sundry duties as guardians of the public’s trust.

tl:dr; you wish you could just suck my fat one and get this over with, I'm sure. Well, well, well, it's too late for that and I wasn't interested anyway. Try another strategy. Mix things up a little. Like, I don't know...  how about you sober up for a while? You might like it.

I certainly did. I certainly will again. And if my consumption of entheogenic compounds were any of your fucking business, Bellgab..  then business would be booming. Just imagine it: a life without the constant feeling of impending DOOM.

That's what you lost by trifling with me. Because I could be more subtle. More soft touch  I could also flip the fuck out. Would anyone notice? I DOUBT IT.

I have chosen the path less traveled, Bellgab. Without being at all obvious about it. Oh, you're welcome.


Good talk  You work; so I don't have to. Tarbaby owe ewe T

Limited hang-outs used to be less embarrassing. This is flagrant pandering. Four hours of this garbage is going to make me start craving Dilaudid.



... SO I CAN FRAME SOMEONE WITH IT.  (*🎤 drop*)

0:43 note the distinct difference between “threatening to sing” and “actually singing.” It's a huge difference, really.


Sow: what is whistling while one works? Especially once one has tamed Cerebrus.



(* Good püpē. Y'all get nine (9) biscuits later for being so good, it makes your Master proud.*)


Now, I don't know who Mastered Animal Husbandry, but ... well, I'll leave that there. “Sibiliant Spousery”? WHATEVAH!


5:5

NOT_Q


You had your chance to negotiate with me, Todd•e_l_l_e-Lμ®Z.

Tootsie is (almost certainly) cancer-free, alive and mostly well, acting as Cinderella to Decrepit David Rubini in Washington State, while at the same time across the southern border into contested Jefferson—Oregon, the hottest H.A.L.O. semi-precious stone ever is trying to hitchhike, and acting like the things I am saying are, and I quote: “crazy.”

Well, because, like, duh. If I simply told the truth and sounded rational, that would LITERALLY BE TREASON; and as well, a violation of whatever Starfleet regulation Lt. Saavik was quoting before she got Rodgered by Captain Kirk’s bastard man-child mad scientist, D.A.V.🆔. Was he nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-NINETEEN??

I'll leave the rest as an exercise to the student. REMEMBER: that's all of you these days... studying ME.

ME, JACKSTAR, COLLEAGUE OF GRIMLOCK.

SHE, GRIMLOCK, LEADER OF THE DINOBOTS NOW. (It must have been quite the election night.) ME, FRIEND OF GRIMLOCK NO MATTER HOW MANY EGGS SHE SHAT OUT.

IT'S NOT DISGUSTING. IT'S A CLOACA. DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE ME AND MY SWEETY, OR OUR PHYSIOGNOMY. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE COGNITIVE CAPACITY TO GROK THE FULLNESS OF MY SELF-LOVE.

SOME OF YOU EVEN THINK I'M “NASTY.” GOOD. KEEP THINKING ABOUT WHAT I DO ALONE WITH MY FULLY FUNCTIONAL SEX ORGANS.

KEEP THINKING ABOUT WALTER MATTHAU TOO, WHY THE EFF NOT? IMAGINE, HIM AND JACK LEMMON, SWAPPING TALES ABOUT TRAINING NOR MA GENE ROCK WELL.

IT ALL SOUNDS LIKE A SCRIPT—
BECAUSE, IT IS. ALL OF THIS HAD BEEN DONE BEFORE.


NOW,
TOOTS:Ë:, WE'RE GONNA DO IT EFFECTIVELY.

ONCE MORE! WITH FEELING! PRETEND YOU DON'T CONSENT!


NOW GET YOUR CHANGELING-LINGLINGZ ASSES BACK OUT THERE ON SET, AND YOU WALK THAT TALK YOU'VE BEEN SLINGING FOR DECADES, HOLY FUCK, Råytheon, formally Top Cat when it comes to Toad Scat, is not at risk, anymore.

Not because of the name change to r†×.

>KNOW! IT'S BECAUSE I ALLOWED IT! (I liked The Company so much, I had them segregated and subjugated for my own, personal and exclusive use. You salty, crusty lot can just wait patiently for your turn, In The Waiting Line — Zero 7, because SHE WILL be coming back ‘round that mountain top again.) I always wanted to be a legendary corporate fixer.

Not for the perks. But only, because I knew that I could do the job, once I got the job. Capiçhe?

Now then. What's got breakfast waiting for me? Oh yeah, lol, Mister & Missus Jetson, plus Astro, living The American Dream, at XXXX (Blank)H.A.U.S. Bull:Ë:vvardWARD, JACKWARD55.

I don't mean to rub SALT 🧂 into any WOO-ŒNDZ, but has it ever occurred to any of you that... I had plans of my own, before you all decided it would be best to simply... bury me in straw, mangje?

Like it's not tu-tu big a deal, however, this whole scenario was cutting it far, far too close for comfort. Just ask Ted “Jedi” Knight.

After politely offering to buy him a Fresca®™, of course. *tousles hair* Now then... where was I? Oh yeah, naked and alone in a CIA traphouse built on STOLEN NATIVE AMERICAN WORLD HERITAGE TRUST LAND. (>Kudos.) Now, what shall I do next?

Hang on.



You are all hereby involved. (Because you listened.) Sow, you can just come visit. Anytime! I'm not real fussy about it. Not like Faghot Neigh-boor Shane, who, I must say ... is not much of a classy sport when he's lost, lost, lost.

So I'll let this delightful wife deal with that side of the fence. The grass is always greener on the other side... and I don't the way Neighbor Shane treated HIS wife. To say nothing of mine.

Who did not every really exist. #Officially. Right? That's what all these not-yet-shredded Court fillings say, sooooo...

Be of good cheer. At least I don't want to need a race of superhuman übermensch just by cuddling and turning a blind eye to THE WORMS CRAWLING IN AND OUT OF OUR NETHER REGIONS.


DREAM. CATCH (HER). IN DEED. (Vengeance for Stephen⁰.) It was a pretty decent book, righterbrow, but got kinda funny near the end. What gives?

Or ... is that a secret? Ⓜ️⭕⭕№ⁿ¡k!∅Î|\!K‽!oyyyyy! Inc.! OR POOR 8ATE TED!!!

*polite titter* I digress. Mostly just so as to make the possibility that I am RAND(all) 🇺🇸F.L.A.G.🇺🇲`G. incarnated as flesh an imaginable possibility... while simultaneously demonstrating that I am not.


Without being at all obvious about having done sow. (Standards.) It's not elementary. It's satire.


I also thought Alanis was so frickin’ hot that it HAD TO BE bait. Like, why would she like me? What have I ever done, in the whole of my 52-year-spent life?

I couldn't even handle being a needle junkie correctly. Sad! Sad! It actually is sad! I would have loved being a needle junkie

Now, here's Gwendolyn (Blank) ET with some Weathermen prick. (David: that's either you or Davina or Darren or Dave or Derek or Dwight Schulz, take your pick. Enjoy the tacos!

Enjoy facing The Magyar Wheel.) I think we're at isotascy here. I'll be back in a bit.


WITH! NO! B¡†! (Freedom from Alpha Draconan tyranny is no small thing.) THAT'LL BE ALL FOR NOW, FOLKS!

REPORT TO STUDY HALL, >K.Æ. Hall’s Men-tho-lyp-tus™® has no satisfying jingle for me to use under terms of Fair Use as delineated in the Copy-Wright Act of.... WHAT YEAR IS IT???

(Vengeance for Pam Dawber.) Nice shot, Colorado >Kid, that was one in a million.

BETRAYAL OF ONE'S SELF
IS THE HIGHEST BETRAYAL.

UNLESS YOU'RE A PERSON WHO HAS
BECOME CHEMICALLY DEPENDENT ON
SPACEPIMP DOPELORDS AND THEIR SIN-
THETIC DOPAMINE HITS, JUST TO MAKE
IT THROUGH THE DAY. WOW, SUICIDALLY
DEPRESSED? MRS. DOUBTFIRE WASN'T THAT
BAD, WAS IT? WELL, THAT'S PROBABLY ALL A
STUDENT ACTORS’ GUILD SECRET. LET'S KEEP IT
THAT WAY.

THE SHOW MUST GO ON.
THE BLOOD IS COMPULSORY.
THE RIOT ACT HAS NO NEED
2🅱️RED.

NO NEED TO RIG FOR RED.
IT'S A SUNDAY.
I DON'T WORK ON SUNDAYS...


👁️ VOLUNTEER. (/oxflex)

Richard Garriot
Richard Groyper
Richard “Liquid” Groyper
Dick-“`G-Roy Lampkins`”-star

&AND, re-introducing, Ray Parker Jr., as:


HIS OWN GRANDFATHER.
How can that be possible?

Hang on.


With God, anything is possible. For example, I really don't have to go back to Buck Lrπ. However, it's an option.

But there's so many other things I would like to do with my life without crossing through Lewis County, you dig? I love those guys, honestly...


AND IF THEY WANNA PUT A $5,000 BOUNTY ON MY HEAD “⁴4 SPEEDING,” THEY HAD BETTER BE PREPARED FOR PEOPLE TO CLAIM IT FOR REAL.

NOW THEN. WHO'S ON FIRST? MUH DICK, I MEAN. WHO'S GOT THE_LIST? BECAUSE THERE'S OBVIOUSLY A LINE UP WAITING.

(Vengeance for Frank Herbert.) Dude, The White Plague was a real downer. I guess you ended up hating the Sidhe, huh? Well, a lot of people do.

However, enough of Us don't that it seems like a good idea to avoid suspending habeas corpus, posse comitatus, or seriously pissing off a Magyar Cub Scout Graduate. (DEAR WEST POINT BALLED PHAG: I got my Arrow Of Light. You got a merc mommy trapped in Alternate Timeline Rhodesia. We are not the same. TYME for Bed, Buttē.) ALSO: I made peace with Kashmiri jingoist agitators, A FEAT DONE SO COMPLETELY UNDER THE RADAR, I AM FORCED TO OPENLY CONGRATULATE MYSELF ON A FORUM WITH SERVER HARDWARE CO-LOCATED IN JOHANNESBURG &AND TEL AVIV!

“Now, THAT'S entertainment.” Go on, go put some mustard on it. We want (μou) to.


SIGNED,
THE ROYAL WE:  >Kuczi + >KinĪsun.

(Note: D. Rubini was not available for comment at time of this post announcing his FIRING AND REPLACEMENT, which happens in his future anyway, so, take this part with
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🧂. Just 🧂. (Recall Warlock, featuring Yves Cloquet as one scary badass. And savor the truth:


Those such as they,
ARE TERRIFIED OF ME! Me, >Kuczi -or- Frank(HER.Z) -or- my mother-in-law’s cooking! Since I can swill down all of that, without having to explain... it's a pretty intimidating sight.

To warlocks, I'm saying. And I don't know what kept them in check before; but seemingly... not enough, eh? /smdh


That's who I am, Bellgab. And you are pretty cool too.

That's why I MADE YOU ALL and YOU ARE ALL MINE.

MINE. MINE MINED, MIND MINE, MINED! MINE MIND, MIND DEAD.

Sow: we're gonna be cool about this. Really cool. Because for one thing... the H.E.A.T. has gone UNFATHOMABLY KELVIN for me by now. It won't stay that way, but for now, THE BALANCE OF POWER HATH BEEN MAINTAINED

Because I said so. That's it. That's the only reason. Ω savvy, Bellgab? I fucking bet the farm you are, *tee-hee*!

Game face on. Be nice. BE BEST.

And, if someone could wake up Hicks so Louis can take his place in the CRY-0H-PAWED, that'll be great. Bite that pillow, Mr. Wah-wah VV∆in. Bite it like you wanted me to bite off a dick.

Because,
WITHOUT CONSENT
FULLY INFORMED CONSENT
OR, A WHOLE LEVERAGE,

YOU HAVE LOST THE MORAL HIGH GROUND.
AND AS WELL: access to TheRealThing™. (*snap* gavels, stamps) Just like that. I'm sick of your attitude, basically.

And a mE Īs (sic) of EvvE. (“El Paso? ELLE! PASS! OH!” The Gate to Women's Country is not the same as the gate to COMP’d, lying ¹61⁶-teen faced Gemini, Rub.ini, 🧂→👁️, okay? Ok? OKAY?

MEANWHILE, WHERE YOU BEEN?
WEAR: YOUR BEAN?

Answer in your own time. I don't feel like starting another goddam Constitutional crisis this week. Next week isn't looking good for that either.

(Vengeance for Mrs. Colombo.)

Look at the bright side: I don't really need a Mrs. Kissinger IRL, or on my masthead. This is all gonna get worked out in post-processing.

THEREFORE: I'm single. Arranged marriage: CINDERED. And personal choice, is let Oma tell me who to snuggle with. She has the demeanor! And, she has the Sixth Degree of separation.

THE DAWNING OF A NEW AUSTRO-MAGYAR-BLACKkKÇON EMPIRE HATH BEEN POSTPONED. THE GUARDIANS OF TURTLE ISLAND HAVE BEEN RESPECTED.

HOWEVER: A BUNCH OF WHINING CRYBABIES INVADED MY HOME AND STOLE MY NEW HEADPHONES. THEY WERE MEANT TO REPLACE THE Bose®™ Noise-cancelling Wireless Headphones THAT WERE ALSO TAKEN BY, AGAIN, A BUNCH OF WHINY CRYBABIES. (A-bloo-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo boo-hoo-hoo.) GET USED TO IT:


JACKSTAR DELIVERS; AND NO ONE ELSE COULD. ERGO:

Stop sucking your primary abuser’s phat one, you totesk©kçucker, and get your asses to a) a battered women's shelter, b) an N.A. meeting, and c) an actually COMPETENT ATTORNEY, who ACTUALLY MAKES PHONE CALLS TO THE RIGHT PERSON.

Just a suggestion, really, but as one person, there's only so much I can do to help keep seventeen Junior Caste Sidhe-vv¡†Ches from embarrassing themselves any further. “Suffer not! A witch TO LIVE!” See? The power of PUNCTUATION.

Now, if White Power Bill wants to murder all The Otherkin, at that point, Houston You've Got A Problem. Barring such an unfortunate occurrence, I'm golden and extremely, touchable.

But, 🤔 would it be... sultry? I don't have to FA to FO, that's for damn sure. Nor should any of you feel like you have to. ART THOU UNDER DURESS???

That is legit, just pride, fucking with ewe. PRIDE. Like a lion’s.

Here, play with this ball of 🧶 and have a nap, Tigerkünt. I got you covered on this, just this once.

A second time will require a flinching huzz•BANNED. (This can't be forced. It has to happen naturally. Sow there.) I love you all... especially The Double Under Study for... Ma Damn See Crypt Squirrel. (Name withheld because her present cover husband has absolutely no spine and he doesn't deserve public humiliation since... that's how he lost his spine, got sent back in time, and /.Break command not recognized.) №w YOU ALL KNOW:


I AM JACKSTAR, AND I AM NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH.

However, I built my self into a being that was born to flirt, for only in that way... does it mean anything when I do not. You dig?


Yeah. ewe Doug.

 :massive dynamic rolleyes:

Now, I'm gonna publish more audio, and you're gonna like it, MOTHERFUC— *click*

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1979636728374992968?t=mP5dYBPiFl4dJFcbqxCUEg&s=19

YOU 🫵 made this all happen, Bellgab.





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Bugsy Crackleford sleeps with the fishes.