Call someone else when your problems get serious. Maybe try The Normalizer or not The Equalizer.

I don't want to risk it being a breach of military secrecy to list off a fun little diagram or blueprint of all the different gambits. These fellows have been trying to make me seem like a moron and some kind of a ding dong body, but the latest seems to have been some sort of broadcast signal that makes everybody feel like I'm an asshole. Since I am apparently, I guess the overall effect is pretty horrifying.


Reminder this is my job. I don't really enjoy doing it but it's certainly lawful to do so and then if there's something going on that makes them uncomfortable. You should probably be able to tell me about it instead of whining and crying and taking my money and telling me to get a job and I'm lazy and all these various insults while they're sitting around on dope packs of full of money and beer and cigarettes while they're hanging out with my friends and putting their dicks in them when they're high balls on whatever the fuck they do, seems like while they do that and they tell me to get a job might not be the best possible thing to do while everybody's under surveillance especially since now that I know about this thing, the other thing and the on top of that thing it made me getting to dawn on people that I don't really give too much of a shit about how much fucking money I get.

Number one thing is that most people that I like seem still be alive or at least being held hostage in a state of pretend being there. But the better part is the feeling is Grace is satisfaction I get when I realize I don't really need money or fame or power or cigarettes or for my utterly corrupted dope-lord cousin to tell me that I'm a good kid, instead. I'm perfectly happy to feel sense of calm relief that I'm not mad not going to cause problems. It's not a secret if everybody else already knows and I'm not Disturbed that. Nobody told me what I just found out a few hours ago. Not necessarily looking for it, but I wasn't really discovering what I had planned on discovering. I was instead being told that I had to get a job by some asshole who spent his entire life torturing me stealing my money and is now sitting either in my house or next to it collecting money from people in my house and acting like he's King shit, a turd Hill and that I need to be working real hard and I need to get it done and I need to do what he thinks I need to do. Well, he fucking once again sits on a couch naked with my friends and puts the dick in them while they're highs balls on stuff that apparently I'm not supposed to have but it's okay for him I guess.

Oh that's basically speculation but says he's such a fucking lie mouth douchebag asshole who steals fucking everything that he should have while treating like garbage. Probably he is not likely to be doing anything else cuz he doesn't seeming can't fucking talk of the phone to think that I give a fuck if he gives me money since he stole him money from me and then acts like that's work
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League sourcerer on Mission from God to do something or other. I don't know what it actually can do since I didn't really try real hard to weaponize it. And then I kind of forgot that my down syndrome cousin got corrupted by some dope demon and now he runs around doing stupid things like gambling and smoking and drinking and hanging out with my friends from high school and acting like he's King daddy or something or else maybe some years looks like him. I don't know exactly but there's something where there doing various things talking about various stuffs and then I get there and then they stop talking. They get all uncomfortable and acting like I need to leave and get a job and it's the most off-brain flatline kind of thinking I've ever heard in my life.


P does anybody know a decent behavioral hospital around where where a guy can bring in a good bag of cocoa and walk out with somebody else's belongings while taking his identity and then making snide comments on the way out now? Here's Richard fine with the weather who apparently uses a lot of paradol to do things but we wouldn't want to know what that is since that would be cheating and telling.

Speaking and cheating and telling shekinah gobble really gave me the ride act when I called just to ask her for her email because she didn't really explain where my items that were stolen came from and then she acted like she wasn't going to be able to get anything else which made sense cuz she's probably under a lot of duress probably feels pretty embarrassed at whatever it is. She did cuz really wasn't the right thing since whatever she'd had to do. She sure shouldn't have to fucking lean on me and act like I'm some kind of an asshole since I'm not. Or at least I wasn't then. And if I am now well that's two fucking totally tough

I wish I could say they'd be film at 11:00, but I don't think there's going to be film at all. HOLLOW DICK PROJECTOR HALL LOW GRAM.

I guess that's enough for now. I don't want to bless your gizzard after busting it over and looking for pretty rocks
That's my divine right of investigation by common courtesy and local conservative law. But I don't want to make too much of an ass myself now that I've embarrassed myself cuz I don't know how badly I've embarrassed you cuz I don't know why you were embarrassed in the first place. But I think it has something to do with the fact that you're all massive whacked off drug addicts and deep heavy denial and torturing you for the last year and a half or so hasn't been real good for you.


That's okay. I was born dead inside already. (Standards.)

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.