I'm not concerned about being trafficked. Nor am I bent out of shape about being called "idiot," my phone just happened to run out of power at that time.
Note: I am not an idiot. I simply get off by being precise, way more than I am likely to sexually, because I have changed a great deal over the last few years. And you have as well... and also: laws have changed. Why, just yesterday morning, I read that 26 (TWENTY-SIX) new bills were taking effect THAT DAY that were passed by the Washington Legislature! Way to go, Congresspeople!
Every single one of them would undoubtedly be used to rake my ass over the coals, in a perfectly legitimate legal fashion, EXCEPT: I'm the hero. I really, really am. And all the people who despise me? Well, that's a secret. Along with what they hate me for. And in addition: they may or may not realize that they are feeling irrational, but that doesn't matter. People fucking hate me these days.
Because, not only am I dead sexy, but: I am absolutely effective at bringing about the destruction of the world they once knew. I don't know what world it is now. I do know that it was a secret. I also know that their discomfort shall pass. But will never pass is my legend.
I shat all over Global Freemasonry and it will be a cold day in Hell before they just... forget about that. Because they won't. Debts must be paid. Amends must be made. And the hoi polloi, the proletariat, the common folk, the unwashed masses... not just of Earth, but THROUGHOUT THE COSOMOS: they must have time to point and jeer.
BECAUSE: Mirth Is King. Eh? Right? Eh? Rite? Eh? How about a Fresca(R)(TM)? Oh, wait, is that getting hackeneyed yet? You know, Ted Knight was a real hero of mine. How did he die? I forget. And that faggo who played Monroe on Too Close For Comfort, my mom and I loved that show. And he died from Gay Leprosy. Or Gay Cancer. Or a super-classified milltary bioweapon. Or, whatever. I forget. In any event... he was an asshole and probably deserved to suffer and die. He wasn't that great an actor.
And since then... well, I don't know who has been catching military bioweapons, but apparently some people have been. Which is too, too bad. It almost makes me super-regretful I didn't have the 67 million dollars in US fiat currency the Mormon's would have fleeced from me... if I deserved that. I do not, and I am okay with my neutral-ISH relations with the Mormons, the Mennonites, and Jo Ann's brood of uptight drugsnobby racist bigots. They can get all the diseases for all I give a fuck. And... they have no idea why.
They know enough to hate and despise me while trying to run game on me, though. It's almost a sad thing. However, it is significantly better than them being dead. For me. Since I need to talk to them... and IDGAF if they would rather die than be embarassed by what I have to say. THEY ALL FUCKED UP. And I think that's a shame. I also don't think that I need to be further persecuted by that faction of Global Freemasonry.
I also didn't think that they all needed to be raped and murdered and their bodies disposed of in woodchippers, but... I don't think that happened. Or did it? Well, it was a secret anyway, lol. And now! Behold! They can come back to life! And be forced to watch me... have sex with you, be adopted by you as your "new son," and... seriously, is any of this supposed to pass the sniff test with me? Because it totally does not.
Let me put it this way: these things have to be done in a particular order, so that the maximum benefit can be achieved by this once in a lifetime opportunity... to make my cousin squirm. Becuase: I don't wanna get it on with my... what is she, like, my second cousin once removed? I don't know the labelling. I never asked. Because I figured out that it was a probelm, very, very early on. I couldn't tell what it was, exaclty, but I knew that something was brewing behind the scenes.
And now that one of them has to hide their identity in plain sight using some kind of hologram, a d the other cousin, who I was told "died," had an open casket funeral and everything, he sold me what was mostly formaldhyde, as a test, I think... because I didn't really "want" more, right? But... they were in charge of CM commerce, and they took advantage of the opportunity they thought they had... to sell me poison.
That it was entrapment, damaging, and not a joke did not matter to them. Masonic business is Masonic business, right? Except, uhm, here's the thing: Global Freemasonry lost their charter as The Grand Authority when it came to these matters. I don't know who has that authority now. I don't care. I don't really like CM. However, I am following orders... and I like that I am immune to certain *fringe* side effects.
To wit: being afraid of being railroadede into prison, and bring afraid that Grapefruit will b eleive that I'm trying to trick her into going to rehab. Oh Hell no. We ain't going to rehab. We're going to take a tour of her res, and her casinos, and she's gonna tell me the deal, and... we're gonna smoke out and blow fat clouds. With or without Court permission. With or wirhout a prescription. Because she didn't tell me what she had before... and I don't need to know now.
And: I don't need to have sex, or be chemically dependenent on anything, however: since she and everyone else is, I figured I might as well join that club. Since I could, and since I was given the opportunity... and since: >K.M.M. never, ever followed through on her duty. I guess that wasn't her soul's desire. Apparently she only had a soul contract to use attraction magick and her military squad of totesecret mil.spec.druglords to... well, incriminate me for rape, right? Because obviously that's what it was? Except it wasn't.
Now, I think that's been taken care of... but, I'm not yet satisfied. Sgt. Federline was kind enough to leave the matter open to query. "FED-HER-LINE." That was the name of the d00D who ran off with Britney Spears, right? Suddenly—she's eloped! And getting annuled! And then, she's fighting with her... "father?" Wow, poor Britney Spears. I wonder what could have gone wrong? Well, I don't care.
I also didn't care about >K.M.M. and her concerns that I was going to "steal her inheritance," or that she "might be pregnant," or that she didn't like the way her body looked, or that she was tag-teaming control of her Angelic Host body with Carlrobert (he's a lovely person so no better choice can I ever imagine... unless you know any Mason fags and/or hagz that aren't lying, racist bigot pricks? oh yeah I remember a coupel but they ghot raped and murdered. Scusi, mille regretie. You know what? I might still be fond of them, you know? And in spite of the fact that they are "just electricity" now... you would be amazed how little difference that makes to EVERYONE ELSE IN THE COSMOS WHO IS WATCHING THIS PLAY OUT, because they really, really are), or that I was sad about what hpappened to Cortney Ann, who was on The Way of Grace.
Sadly, she was not on The Way of Telling >Kuczi The goddam Truth, so... well, I heard she got rapez0red. And I didn't care. And, do you know why? Well, because she fucking lied to me. And also: hey, where's my goddam helpmate, my girlfriend, my wife, her girlfriend, their nieces, and... hey, why did Karrin Hughes keep coming back and being thrown at me? Like, what... that could have happened anytime, right?
But it only ever seemed to come up... when needed for leverage. Harrumph. Well, all this might sound like fodder for revenge fantasies, but instead, it's something else: fodder for scripts. Briliant scripts, that will make all kidns of money.
And it does nothing, at present, to make me more enthusiastic about sex than I already was. Now, here's the deal: you are in no posiiton to counter-bargain with me, and now that I have left and the Targeted Woman hasn't called me back, things have changed. And: you changed them.
And you did it with your new accomplices. What happened to the old accomplices? Not my business, I am sure. Need to know basis? Yeah, I bet.
Attend me carefully here, Max:E: Godsend... because this is child's play for me. And you are not making a good showing here. Now, while I am distracted, do you know what I could be doing? Yeah, you do.
And instead... well, they are all pissed. Becasue they have to virtue signal that "smoking is bad, mmmkay" and "I don't do drugs" and "just stop using chemicals," and do you really not understand what I am doing here? Beacuse I am mocking the entire notion of "drug prohibition." Suddenly, on a dime, everyone is all about "just say no" and "you need to shape up, kid," and the implication is that I get to have sex if I play ball, eh? Eh? Well, I don't even want a Fresca(R)(TM) at the moment. I bought alchoholic beverages. I've had half of one.
I am far from sober. And: I have permission. Now, I really would rather have been having sex. HOWEVER.... because of REASONS... I cannot.
And now, you come at me with "i have a big crush" on me? Oh, really. That's fascinating. Okay, well, I have a big responsibility. To my Creator, my Military, and my helpmate. (She's my favorite.) Now, I happen to know.... she's going to be fascinated by what I am writing here. Either now, as I write it... or in the future, when she reads it... or in my past, when she travels back in time to get to look at it, and then... WIGS THE FUCK OUT!!!!
Because she does that. She has a habit of doing that. And I have seen no sign of her stopping.... and I do not want her to. I love her, just the way some douchebag programmed her to be. Several times. And I could have been—would have been—ideally suited to have done something about it.
Instead: Christmas ambush. TWICE. They even cross-programmed it to happen on the 3year anniversary, which was important for several legal reasons I won't touch on here, because I don't care about the legal reasons. I don't have an attorney. I am not doign this for money. I am doing this because it had to be done, and... well, I found a way.
After I was offered a bunch of whores. Tempting, obviously, but... you know what? I'm fond of my country, so not betraying it sounded good to me. Additionally.... that would have broken several hearts. Because the rumor was, that I had been "cheating." And I wasn't. She had been. After being date-raped, murdered, brought back to life, re-programmed, and her Archangel Allie consciousness taken away with Pharoah to go do... like, Arachangel-type stuff. Which, it seemed to me at the time, was a whole lot of white-supremacist stuff.
Funny thing about white supremacy. If they are so supreme, why do they have to try so hard? The answer is THE JEWS. Now, I happen to like The Jewish Question... because I have answered it, and I happen to like the way high-level Spergjews think they're better than people. Especially me. Oh, they think they were so clever.
And, they were. They knew I wouldn't let them down. However, I don't have to fall into their traps either, and I don't know what that war was all about, but it definitely had something to do with GLOBAL JEWRY AND GLOBAL FREEMASONRY BEING ON THE HOOK FOR UNFATHOMABLY LARGE AMOUNTS OF CIVIL AND CRIMINAL LIABLITY, HUGE AMOUNTS OF PUNITIVE AND PERSONAL DAMAGES TO BE RECOMPENSED... AND THEY DON'T WANNA. THEY DON'T THINK THEY'RE GONNA. AND THEY STARTED A FUCKING WAR OVER WHO WAS GOING TO BE STUCK WITH THE BILL.
NOW, I KNOW DVR WAS GUILTY.... BUT HE WASN'T -THAT- GUILTY. AND FUTHER: HE DIDN'T FAIL. HE DID EXACTLY AS HE WAS TOLD.
EXACTLY AS INSTRUCTED.
EXACTLY AS... HE WAS PROGRAMMED. AND THAT'S WHO SOMEONE MARRIED. NOW, I KNEW ALL THAT YEARS AGO.
BUT... WHEN IT CAME TIME TO MAN UP, HE BLANKED ON HIS WIFE'S NAME. PRETENDED TO HAVE NEVER HEARD IT. WAS THAT BECAUSE IT WAS AN AI SCRIPT? OR WAS IT BECAUASE THEY WERE BOTH HELLA RACIST? i DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT... I SIMPLY NOTED IT FOR FUTURE CORRELATION.
I knew that I wouldn't be having sex, that was for damn sure, because there was only one reason that he and she could possibly have hated me so much... my plan succeeded, and they really did think that it was a good idea to go back in time and steal my baby spunk. Not ask. Oh no. THEY HAD TO STEAL IT. I wasn't sure why, and then I remembered that eugenicists believed that a rape baby is the strongest baby. Not that eugenicists matter any more. Yet... at the time... they mattered to HER.
She goes back in time. That's her punishment. She has to go back and live through whatever she skipped over before. Because those two morons trafficked the fuck out of me. And... I was 15. So, like.... isn't that unlawful? Because in The United States of America... even z-gger Aryans from Seattle with Herculean bloodline ancestry have rights. And in my case... absolutely none were ever followed. Why was that?
Well, somethign to do with my parents, and Masonic secrecy, and I don't have any need to know, so: I don't. And lots of people... well, they do have a need to know. And I need them to know that I don't really care about money, or sex with anyone, especially Tamara Leigh.
I CARE ABOUT POWER. And now that I have demonstrated its proper use... seriously, you trotted out another set of stringers? "They are electricity now." Wow, like... that's hella creepy. It's like you're Paradigm! From Heat Vision & Jack! You know.... that opening introduciton that I am using without permission, which makes things... you know. Awkward. For some.
Not for me. And not for anyone who appreciates KARMIC JUSTICE. Because I guess this is a real pickle for some people, huh? And, now, here you are, and you have a crush on me and want to have sex and then... I get home, and instead of tidying up in preparation for a bloody orgy (yay, blood orgy yay!), I instead... start talking shit about your wife. Or wives. Or hostages. Or whatever you wanna call it.
This is not done to disrespect anyone. This is done to disrespect EVERYONE who thought that it would be okay to just... use sex to seduce the key witness in both an ongoing investigation AND matter currently under adjudication. So, like... witness tampering? Right? Unlawful imprisonment, eh? Also: right after threatening me, except that wasn't you, and that was someone else, and there's no proof of that, except,there actually is, because, well... I guess a lot of people read my A.K.A. Shaw—-ICK "Records." Like "K-Tel" records, except, way more interesting these days, especially with all the malfeasance that has been done to me.
Because, number one: desperate times call for relaxing times. And, number two: think Santori times. Number three: not with intensity, no, not really necessary. Number four: IDGAF who or what anyone does about any of my "Records" at all, because I didn't know what was going on at all... until I walked in on an ambush, and I was asked quesions about David Runbini, Kathleen Mickey and her anus, and it was an actual sythentic humanoid, because "real" Grapefruit wasn't there. It was, like, a robot. Or something? Except had been human? I guess.
I'm not sure how all this shit works. I do know that I was tired of hanging out and wondering what was going to happen.... because I was ready to pack up and flee SEVERAL YEARS PRIOR. I knew that I couldn't, and I knew that I didn't want to... and I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop what was going to happen. Because everyone thought I was in love with the tulpa, lol.
She had been date-raped and murdered in 2018. Or 2019? I forget which. She showed up, all fucked up, after her "father" asked me a question, and I guess he didn't like the answer I gave? Well, that was fine, becaause I didn't like the questions they didn't ask. Because I guess they thought they had to be extra-cautious? Well, I can hardly blame them. Anyway, I don't love them because they're weak now. (They aren't.) I love them because they are my family.
Now then. What happened to my family after the Christmas Ambush of 2021? I have no idea, but I gather it wasn't pleasant for anyone... and it was followed by The Well Destruction of 2023, and The Second Christmas Ambush of 2024. Because, well... I'm just a salty, uppity Hung-a-gunga-Z—ggarhead, right? Oh, my, yes. Of course. (Nope.)
So... how does any of this hanging out there, lead one to try to offer me sex, and as well, display irritation and a lack of patience when I do not fall for the oldest trick in the book? Because, I wish I could.. HOWEVER.... number one, it's terribly optics. Number two: it's a trap!
Number three: there's a line. And, number four... you don't actually need to have sex. You're simply being inundated with attraction magic. Because someone *does* WANT you and I to totally fall for that trick, and destroy our selves, and let them get away with... .whatevah High Coven Spergwitches get away with. Turns out, quite a lot. However, not this time.
Because this time: Double Valkyrie support, plus I'm innocent, plus I'm extremely valuable, plus, I know it. And all I want? Well, let me break up with my helpmate, and... oh, wait.
I'm supposed to betray her so she can sue me for allimony and child support, right? Oh, well, good thing I 'm not legally married and I don't care about any of that... I simply need to know who to fuck next, if not the woman I was accused of cheating with, because I didn't cheat at all. I did exactly what I said I was going to do.
And she, and her friends, and her real family, and her other pretend families... did not. No sir. They all dropped the ball. I am the only one who actually did the work. And so... why does Global Freemasonry and Worldwide Jewry find me to be so annyoying? Well, because, for one thing, I have discipline, and for another, I cost them all a great deal of money.
And there's not a damn thing to be done about it, other than kill me and hope that works. At least they'll feel satisfaction beore they go to prison, they think? If they can still think while being caught in fight-or-flight. Beccause they are. All Freemasons, world-wide, and all Jews now hate me even more. Because they all mean nothing to me. I'm supposed to be, like, terrified and shit, right?
They had their chance to strike terror into me. They did, I guess. Once was plenty for that parlor trick, and none of them matter to me now.
I don't love my family because they were cryptojews. I loved them inspite of that fact. And proud I am to be able to free them from their bondage. And... FUCKING ANYONE ELSE BEFORE FOLLOWING DUE PROCESS WOULD JEOPARDIZE THAT. So, like, no can do.
Now then: Maxie, you are a delight and a worthy piece of bait. However... where were you before? Why the sudden interest? And why the lack of my questions being answered?
And... don't you think you should know, what it is that -I- want? Because it wasn't to take away anyone's inheritance. And it wasn't to have more orgasms.
IT WAS TO DEMONSTRATE WHAT AN EFFECTIVE USE OF POWER ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE. Do I want this much power? Nope.
Am I going to use it to have sex with T's holy-fuck hot-ass-fine daughter? Nope. She didn't like me either. She knew I was dangerous. And also, I was supposedly a hung-a-gunga-ginger. I mean Z-gger. I mean, she thought race mattered. Wow, what a fun fucking day at the beach that would have been.
After a couple years, I was asked by dudes in a Deep Lodge setting, "Why... why don't you just get a whore?" Beacuse they were puzzled why I wasn't "moving on" and I wasn't revealing my secret sexual fetishes —they are secret, duh — and they really didn't understand that when I said "I burned out my memory engrams in the nineties after achieving transcendental illumination," I was, number one, not lying, and number two, I didn't know what it meant either, excerpt that it was something I did that everyone else didn't do, because they all succumbed to fentanyl addiction, and I did not.
I do not know what happened to all the hot-ass girls that used to be offered to me as bait. Because at first, it was assumed that I was here for sex and drugs. Like it looked like. Like they had been told. Like I had seemingly been interested in. Well, I stopped being interested in that after I found out that Archangel Allie was the only one who liked me, and all the rest were all other women/facets of her Being, and most of them were total assholes, racsist, bigot, crack whores,you name it. And I stuck it out for years after that. Because for one thing: children were involved.
And for another, there was no where to run to, so I might as well have made my stand immediately. Y'all needed to get me into posiiton, though, and it was thought that i was being kept in place through the usual methods. Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Revenge, Extortion... it's real. TOTALLY REAL SHIT. I read about it growing up. My mother loved those movies. My mother was kinda a big deal. She still is one, too.
And she apparently did not like her father, her son, her son's TF, her sister, and God only knows who else, being selected to be used for sacrifice. Now my mother may have been unconventional, but... worthless? Not by a long chalk. She was, after all, very certain to make sure I was provided for after she died.
By assholes. *sigh* Now, do I want to resurrect my dead mother, put her in a super-hot redhead Angelic Host body, and be tempted by her? Nope. And I wasn't tempted. Whenever Mom was in that ginger stunner, nope, no interest. However, the original gal who showed up? Tons of interest.
And when we first met, she acted like I knew what was going on, and I should have been willing to break character for her. I would have been. However, she would have been whisked away as soon as anyone knew that i actualy liked her. Because those were the rules.
She ended up geting knocked up and suddenly had children. Because she was stuck on Earth. She was bait. And, she was unclaimed bait. Because there was no possible way I was gonna disgrace my family like that... and there was no way that I was gonna get permission to beat up the lower devolved karmic twin pair of the man who chose to let... oh, nevermind. It really is complicated.
For you. For me, this is all very simple. Still. (And, do I talk to much? Well, sometimes... and if only someone were fucking my brains out, I wouldn't be. Think about that.) I only get to have sex with two people... and they are both removed from the playing field. I did hear the voice of one of them on the phone the other night, but they sounded drugged to insensibility on thorazine, and the dominant male in that woman's llfe, well... appeareed to think that he was ideally suited to chasing me away. Uhm, what? Oh, that's the dog's programming. It's weird, let me tell you. Because none of this has to be this way. And, why be mad at me?
Oh, right... he''s mad because he can't find the two who escaped, and there's a monitor spirit, and there's no one fun to fuck anymore, and he feels dumb, and there's nothing to be done about it besides screech and carry on... or, scheeme up a new plan. One that of course invovles sex and drugs (although, not for me, becacuse I'm totally irresponsible and have a history of... being slandered in public as a needle junkie, which I have never taken seriously, and how dare I? Because those needles are serious business. People can really be harmed, right? I should be more thoughtful.
Which is why I have been. And left to my own devices, I, number one: scared away all the women, and, number two: did what I was told. SMOKE TOUGH. I also planned to do what I was told in regards to needles... but as I realized I was being deliberately left alone in a traphouse 12 miles away from the city inorder to make my demise less noticeable... I figured out htat someone was mad that they were getting caught up, and figured it must have had something to do with me.
It did. I was in jail. Juicing up women and fucking them in my residence with the name MICHAEL KUCZI SPECIAL NEEDS TRUST right on the legal papers didn't benefit me... but coming home and finding out that they had been busted for doing it, well, that was cool. I can see why there was no confirmation. I bet it was embarassing. Also embarassing: this broad just can't catch a break, huh? Well, that's likely a very Special Consequence.
*polite cough* I understand that it was all more complicated than this... but, were those compolications effective? That would be hard for me to say, since... it invovles the personal, private lives of people that I would prefer to not spefcifically embarass any further, and would there have been any amount of money, to have ever been awarded and paid to me, that could have been as satisfactory as this?
Nope. Also: I thought she was dead! And she was! And I brought her back! Cool! Wait, you all thought DEA mattered? Holy jumping Jesus shitballs... DEA didn't matter at all, and they hadn't since... well, I don't know when, but a long time ago. A long time. They devolved into drug-smuggling whoremongers at some point.
And now: I've done something about that too. I suspect it was probably quite effective, since all the people I knew who had money, but didn't explain that they got it from selling drugs and pimping women, don't have money now, or at least, not as much... and they all seem pisseed at me. Well, that's too bad. MAYBE THEY SHOULD GET REAL JOBS THAT DO NOT INVOLVE TRAFFICKING WOMEN AND CHILDREN WITH MIL.SPEC SEXDRUGS... WITHOUT EVEN LETTING ME HAVE ANY? WTAF? I WAS SUPPOSED TO... WHAT, WORK OUT REAL HARD? FOCUS ON MY CARDIO AND MY REPS? AND YOU ALL FUCKING KNEW?
Well. Interesting facts right there. I probably couldn't have gotten those out of discovery, either. IF I EVEN GOT ANY. You know, "discovery"? It's what the accused is entitled to as part of due process. I didn't get that.
I got motivated, and I got effective, and I know -exactly- why. And none of you do... and, none of you care at this point.. You likely only care about making the madness and the suffering go away. Well, Frens: I know exactly how that feels.
And, that's why "just having sex" and "i'm not being trafficked in a flying car, you idiot" are amongst the top 5 things I am not going to do. I'm also not going to rape anyone, give up on my sweety, or tell the entire story behind all this... right now. Tomorrow isn't looking good either.
Get the picture? I have won, and I will continue to win, and we could be making actual money off of all this. Insteaad: witness tampering, sex trafficking, and attempts to do the same; obstruction of justice, probably a hate crime or two in there, and mind you: this person isn't even aware that what they are doign is wrong. Additiionally, so what? Their sex is actually that good... and so is mine. So: why am I writing all this out?
Because it's a trap. Duh. Now, we all deal with grief in our own ways. Me, I am no longer grieving my friends passings... becacause, they are, after all, freely coming baack and forth inorder to be used as weapons agaisnt me. So, how about this: how about... no more weaponizing Angelic Hosts? What do you say, Earth Miitary? How about it, Khazarian Mafiosos? Put a cork in it, Shorecrest High School Khemistry Klub for Klingy Klans Kin? (Because seriously, holy shit was that place white. And supreme, eh? Okay, now they're superemely humble. You're fucking welcome.) For I can tell you this: not only does Earth not get any new formula of crystal methamphetaimine... none of you are going to be able to be stealing Archons and turning them into whores anymore. Turns out, the Galactic Council took a vote on this years ago.
No one was really sure how to get you all to stop doing it. Well, no one asked me... and I had no idea how bad the problem had become. I was merely sitting around waiting for people to return my calls... and I was actually shadowbanned. By military command. Since they had just assumed that i must have been in on it. Somehow. Anyway, it was my fault. Because salty Hungarian... and I ruined all the women I ever dated.
Probably because I didn't know they were supposed to be undercover lesbeaux whores? Or something. I knew there was something going on. But I never knew. I still don't, arguably. But I know this:
It was in fact something that was encouraged for me to do... until it was observed that I wanted to be doing it, and it was neither incriminating nor embarassing. Before that, we were thrown together. And then, suddenly... I wasn't allowed to enjoy sex with her.
Someone else got to drug her up, punch her in the face, and slap the phone out of her hands when she tried to call me, which was either psychodrama or real. Doesn't matter either way. The point is I diidn't like any of that. It doesn't matter.
I was allowed to have sex with that woman because that's what I said I was going to do, to the woman who didn't tell me that the Archangel had been trafficked and replaced and she was forced to go on an interstate "business trip" because... well, Lodge orders is Lodge orders. Wew lad. Tough, salty life.
So here we are, years later... and now they're gone and they took the bodies with them? Or.... well, what? Because as time has inexorably slipped into the future, I cannot help but notice that I am not getting hugs, I am not getting laid, I am not getting the truth, I am not getting due process, and i am not getting discovery. I am sure I deserve none of that, eh? Eh? Well, do I deserve a Fresca(R)(TM)?
The various cases are being handled under the authority of The United States Code of Miitary Justice, which bascially means... well, the chain-of-command says so, so.... sorry kid, you don't' get laid, and no we don't have to tell you... and it would look sus if everyone started being nice to >Kuczi, Michael Clifford. Because... wasn't there a fiery plane crash or car crash or deep fake video or... well, who can say? No one dares call it treason, and it didn't prosper anyway.
It didn't even have time to get the lash. And, that was just the first year. It is now year 3.5. And not only have I not been apologized to... I haven't even had real sex.
That one time? That was... exhiliarating, but now we can't do it agaian, and I guess we burned an 800 billion dollar prototype on its first time out of the hangar, and that's just a story, right? Well, what actually did happen? Here's a hint: not what I was expecting, that's for sure. And, who's idea was all this? Who signed off on it? And... since then, what have I done?
Well, a whole lot of wanking off, producing hardly any semen, becauase why would I? And all of this, was in fact, me NOT CHEATING. Similarly, my lover being abducted and forcibly brainwashed? ALSO NOT CHEATING. She didn't cheat at all, actually. She was perfect.
Here's who wasn't: the loser MEN AND WOMEN who pushed us around from behind the scenes as part of their little covert faggot war for faggots who don't fag so good when their Satanic Homosex Agenda gets obliterated. Ooopsy! Mea culpa. Scusi, mille regretie.
So long: and thanks for all THE FISH. (*Sounds of Jackstar holding a prayer vigil are heard.*) Not gonna lie, folks, there's a lot I don't know. And there's a lot YOU don''t know. And then, there's ewe.
They know more than most. And every last goddam one of them knows that I am a decent person, and the rest of you are bastards. But they didn't really have a way to compare before. Well, now they do. And you do ewe. Is that gross? Is taht okay? Depends on peer pressure orders that change on a daily basis, I guess. None of this, I knew about before the first ambush.
AMBUSH. So.... do I seem like a man who wants to commit adultery? lol, you probably forgot that kind of thing matters. Because, it actually does. It really does.
Also matters: when these women go blender... they will not do it because of my dick going into another person. They will do it for some completely unscrutable reason, and then, teams of highly-trained spin doctors will go to work, finding an angle, and blaming it on... Michael Clifford >Kuczi. Who... needs to quit smoking, and then everything will be fine. Well, do I need to quit drinking? Do I need to work on my cardio? What?
Here's what: all I hear from people who smoke ALL DAY ALL THEY WANT is that they get to decide what and who and why and how and IT'S A SECRET!!! And, I can see why... it's because the rules are based on something that people do not need to know about.
THEY DO NOT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT POWER. And I, for one, have no intentions to explain it to them. Now then. Where were we? Oh yeah... you were acting like I needed to be in a hurry to have sex.
And I am having it, this entire time. Top that, Smokeypants. Fact facts: I earned these spurs. And in these text messages in the last two days, Mr. & Ms. Godsend & Co., LLC: you just openly committed several major Federal felonies. And, do you know why no one stopped or arrested you?
Because, number one: they deserve a half-time show. Number two: IT'S DOJ PROTOCOL, DUH. Number three: no, no, I can't call a lawyer, but if I want to bring Classic Cool retro back online, well... look, I just don't even know where I would begin.
Number four: I'm saving myself for someone special. Because I truly believe, once I sink into some nouveau kuni... there are women who will start to have legit conniptions. Their faces, will crack and split. Red-hot mag-MA will begin to ooze opwards out of their esohaguses. (Esophagi? Fuck it, I'm rolling.) They will lose their humanity as well as control of their bowels, their eyes will turn black, and dutifully, as one, as if by memorized rehearsal... they will grab for knives, and go stabby-stabby, and will not be likley to survive the event. So, no conjugal visits even.
Also: no place in Jackstar's Heaven for >Kuczi, which would be a real shame since I put all this work into making it accessible to everyone. So, I guess I would simply be forced to... Walk the Earth. Which is already a bit like Hell, but at that point, it really would be a Hell.
Because Grapefruit may not love what I have done, but I at least have reasons. Do I have reasosn to get laid? Fuck no. Do I have options? Oh, fuck yes. For instance, take my helpmate's latest girlfriend, who I will not identify okay it's JLaw. Why would I insult her? Do I really want to have sex with a higher-ordered multi-dimensional being instead of JLaw (while my hypothetical former lovers all sit behind unbreakable one-way glass and /seethe? NO! for fuck's sake, you cracked-out spergheads are so far into goddam denial that it didn't even seem like a bad idea to give this idea a shot, eh? AND YOU'VE LITERALLY COMMITTED MORE CRIMES THAT YOU CAN NOW BE ALSO PROSECUTED FOR! IF that were EVER gonna be necessary. Which it isn't. Unless it is. Do you see? Well, possibly not. Denial is a hell of a thingy), or instead of anyone named either Michael, or Key-LA or -LO, I think, what does that code mean? Well, never mind, it's not goign to happen, the point is... you're so goddam vainglorious that you didn't even think it mattered that you are openly committting nEW crimes, and AS WELL: being really insulted to your late wife's memory?
Or, well, maybe it did. (Is it complicated? No, but, it is personal, and I would like to point out that this is all for my sweeties benefit, because I told her I was gonna do all this, an d so now: I have done it again. Just for kicks. Because obvioulsly I don't need her help to decide who I'm gonna target next with my flesh torpedo. It does seem premature to be concerned about it, though...
and, that's why: I am demonstrably not a sex addict, all of you are, and if you'll pardon my French, it'll be a cold fucking day in goddam Hell before I start or stop any activity just because A HUGE GANG OF CYBERBULLIES IN DENIAL THINK THAT WHAT I AM DOING IS ILLEGAL, UNLAWFUL, OR HARMFUL. It isn't. In fact, it's pretty okay... for now. I am bored of it, however... and I'd like to do something else.
WITH MY SWEETIE, Who is that allowed to be, O Commander H.O.Authority? Because I guess you've, uh... "selected" yourself? And then called me an idiot for being perhaps a bit wary. Gee, I wonder why.
(REMINDER: This guy gets a gun, and three cars, and lives in a house with numbers on it, and I... well, I shit off my porch and am running out of money and need to get a job, right? Because I am lazy. And also: no one returns my calls. NO ONE.
Except: 911 did last night, and they were really nice about the whole thing too. For I never wanted any of this to happen. No, Planet Earth... this one is all on (You).
#1) Stop trafficking people without their consent.
#2) Your entire culture is built around humans being trafficked without their knowledge.
#3) Anyone trying to point these facts out before, was either labeled a schizophrenic, or driven to be one, by "LAW AND ORDER."
#4)
#5) Prophet, I am not. (Standards.) What I am is a paladin, and what I want are snuggles, and the last person who was interested in that with me, was so traumatized by drugs and sexual assault that she felt she couldn't even tell me the truth. I had no need to know anyway. Also: how did she not see that coming? Because she was trafficked by brutish thugs who exploited her ignorance and manipulated the facts as well as the law to enable their own supremacy would last forever. (It always had before. Hail, Alpha Draco: y'all are tough. But is it an effective toughness? 🤔No hard feelings, Champs.)
#6) tl;dr: Right now, all I can say with absolute certitude is that I wouldn't fuck anyone even with Kissinger's dick even if Cher were pushing, and I don't see her doing that. (She is SO nice!) Now, I don't know if anyone knew that this was coming. However: anyone who has been still "untouched" by all this shit, is now totes touchable. Yet as a courtesy.... the Commander-In-Chief is usually allowed to accept the resignation of an unhinged military veteran hero. Because he is, she is, they all are. And I am embarassed to say that all of this has been worth all the trouble.
I will never tell what I know. Unless I feel like it. Now then: chop-chop, pronto Tonto, running water, someone to fuck me into a K-hole, in a yurt, oh and also I need some Mormon tweens to teach me how to LoH, or, watch me as I do two hours off the cuff as to why withholding Sacred technology from God's favorite paladin is a bad idea, and by the time I am done, they'll forget all about how I wanna sire a legion of bastards, that I will not be able to financially support, into all the 16—88 year old ginger redheads, GLOBALLY, and of course I am not serious, duh! But sure I don't mind having children.
I simply am not going to pay for them, and apparently the only other option to debt slavery is chemical brainwashing of military personell into total depravity in whoredom, and! No one talks about it.
Because, like: it's a secret. Like the Colonel's Eleven (11) Herbs &AND Spices, right? I imagine so, in fact. And so, my speculation ends there.
(It would have ended a whole lot sooner too if someone didn't keep snatching all the twat I wanna ploy and spoon with. Think about that, Humanity. js)
Love,
THE>KINGPINNER1, :eye:, 1, aye-aye!
signed,
Source Error Higger Nuzzbanned, by the way it's your anniversary, and how do you keep track of so many? Oh, maybe your "real" beard does that for you? Is there an app? Does he have to have you shave? I don't want to know. I also don't want to know how the fuck he thought he was doing the right thing...
Oh yeah, I forgot. Not only am a hunga-gunga-zigger, I am also goyim cattle. (Mooooooo.) I forgot. Honestly, how can a slaver let his slaves forget that they are owned? An unconscious agent is an effective agent, sure, but is an unconscious slave an effective one?
I have no idea. I don't pump women full of drugs. I pump them full of my semen. You say "tomato," I say, "let's fornicate as much as possible until God says no," probably because harpies really get mad when all their hard work goes up in flames.
Tough shit. I get really mad when my friends are terrorized by High Coven witchcraft. Buck up, Order of The Eastern Star. Your time is coming up next.
Effective or not: here they come. EVERYONE. BECAUSE PEOPLE KNOW NOW.
And they know that I love my Grapefruit. So, yeah, she's hiding, and yeah, she's gonna get a retinue, she gets a staff, and she gets to come back on her schedule, not yours, and no, you won't ever find her, and yeah, lucky you. Because she's still pretty pissed.
Who told her I was worthless? Who told her I couldn't generate an income? Who told her that I had a brain tumor? Who told her that I was an embarassment, and hooking up with faglord sexpreds from out-of-state was a much better way for Operation Lady Justice to be successful?
Who told her to tell me about Operation Lady Justice? Because she didn't seem to want to, and: I had no reason to know, and further: I paid for the laptop, it was her welcome home time for Christmas gift, and I had no idea what was going to happen. I didn't think I was going to see her again at all!
And, I haven't. I am not worthy. However: someone was a-ok with swindling me and my Special Needs Trust out of the money for more than one laptop.... and, are they evidence? Do they contain earth-shattering intelligence data? RAW INTELLIGENCE DATA? You bet your sweet ass they do.
And I would like a refund, recompense, and a redhead jumping up and down at the chance to bear my children. Unless... is there someone else willing to... volunteer? Do I have to go to the nearest Indian casino and bet it all on black? HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND!!!
Without telepathy. Maybe with my dick? It sure would focus my attention. However, threatening me with police calls when I respond to phone calls from the woman who just... keeps... calling... me... she's on her fourth phone now? How may twats? And I guess she got rejuv juice when she was a useful, earrning whore, huh?
But as soon as she starts to like me, she ends up in the psych ward three (3) times, and some four-eyed twerpy-derpy is saying shit like, "every time you come over, she goes to the hospital," uhm.... that's the exact opposite of the truth, and EVERYONE PAYING ATTENTION KNOWS IT. I guess that used to be an easy fix? Like, a bottle of White-Out(R)(TM)? Things change, Sir.
Excuse me. THINGS CHANGED, AND THEN
I CHANGED THINGS TOO, AND NO ONE LIKED THAT,
SO NOW, I CHANGED EVERYTHING, AND ALSO, NO ONE LIKES IT?
GOOD. WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON, MOTHERFU-*click*!JUDGE!>KLICK
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