Are you taking applications?

What does this even mean? Is it a secret? I'm literally drawing a blank. Is it supposed to make me feel jelly that other people are getting laid, even though they have visible melanin?  /SMDH

Let me try to get through to you. You're mostly all sex and drug addicts. Getting high and getting off are very high priority for all of you, on the daily. It gets so you don't even notice it.

I am not addicted or chemically dependent on anything. And for the last several years, I have had a single high priority item: making sure children never forget that Jackstar kept their favorite Auntie alive.

Without ever knowing anything about how I did that. (These little rascals love secrets.) Whether or not my dick is involved is not really important. What is crucial is that the story is one I am proud to tell. Globally.

And make shitloads of money with. Move over, Pocahontas. Step aside, Geronino. Get a job, Sitting Bull. There's a story here.

And it involves watching a bunch of faglords being total dorks while children wonder what happened to Jack. And, who's this new guy? Fast forward to now: the HQ of The Hashishim goes up in smoke and no one really knows a goddam thing.

So: is a big black dick on my face some kind of trophy flair? I'll allow it. I guess. In the meantime, maybe have a little respect for yourselves, Punyling whack-job proletariat scum. Because your chat logs are not really going to age well.

Do I look like I need constant heckling? Good. That's the training.

And I don't know how many of you have extra lettuce, but you really don't have to be such misers. Most of you have buckets of scratch and have watched me get ransacked for years. What, exactly, do any of you imagine me to be deficient in, besides shame? It's like you're trying to starve a cold and feed jungle fever — on ice.

Not that it's all that desperate, it just seems weird. Also, The Conservator is a total assclown. Conserves nothing. Wasres everything. Incoming scandal en route IMHO.

I told you: what we have planned is going to blow your minds. So there. 🛡️😇


p.s.: I cannot imagine that the toolbox who hasn't bothered to talk to me in over five years while knocking boots with some battleaxe stealing my money to fund La Reqonquista is gonna be a top-tier ticket for me. I'm pretty goddam far from relaxing with light comedy, Teetotaling Tam. (Everclear notwithstanding.) Post a transcript or buy me a condo or pretend you've accomplished anything I'm going to be enthusiastic about.

p.p.s.·. Three (3) years and then suddenly there's a criminal policy change that is still being concealed from me. Take your ways and means and shove them where the sun does not shine. Especially as my personal property, including proprietary divinatory technology and fancy Tarot cards and my boots, my kilt, my backpack, my Altec Lansing Bluetooth®™ Wireless Speaker (equipped with Spookμbnaught CIA software mods, allegedly), and as many kinds of crystal–·sh substances and at least two different strains of absolutely killer weed HAVE NOT BEEN RETURNED TO ME. Wise up you cryptofascist pigs: just because you didn't feel like following the law that day, is no reason to conclude that I'm merely shit out of luck with no recourse just because you said so.

p.p.p.s.·. Exactly who made any of you either that elite or that dimwitted? I actually needed that stuff. And so did you, is that it? Fantastic, absolutely fascinating. Just grab and go and never a look back, right. Sure. As if you're doing me a favor. Let me explain how self-defense works as a Citizen up against Colonel Kurtz, Gary Oldman from Leon, and your rag-tag gang of lesbeaux hoorz.

I get to entrap you all, and you all get to be held accountable at a military tribunal and/or you get to look abysmally stupid. Because of course you're all about the lesson teaching. Except, you're not

You're all about the vaguely plausible justification to steal things, even when there is literally no inventory to do so. I was detained in Buckley one night, and the officer goes through my wallet, finds a bunch of cash, and pockets it with a grunt of a comment. “You're going to lose this,” well since I pulled it out of the goddam ATM as bait, Smokey Papa Bear, I am not surprised. I have come to learn that is simply... how MethPigs™ operate.

Like for real. Now, let me run this by all of you. Was that supposed to shuw me who is in command, or, was it just supposed to inconvenience me? Did it? Did it really? Because demonstrating corrupt behavior was basically my modus operandi this entire time. Without being at all obvious about it.

Note that I do not mention this as a prelude to a demand for the return of anything. It's not as important as getting your attention here: this is flagrantly illegal behavior, while mine is lawful to the best of my knowledge. Let that sink in.

I know you unfathomably dense copefags don't see it that way. Imagine if you were wrong. What would that mean? Oh and btw: my friend is once again devolved into max apex narcissism, not too big a deal, but an easy consequence to avoid for anyone who doesn't want to wildly exploit her vulnerabilities. LIKE YOU'VE BEEN DOING FOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS. (>Kudos.) Has it occurred to any of you that this is an unwise pattern to allow a limitless recurrence of? I suppose if it has, you all simply blame me.

Except I've never given that woman ever so much as an ice chip. Not once. Not a single time. Believe it or not. (I was ordered not to. Easy. Simple. Provable by a simple follicle test.) What this means is that you're all basically totesfucked on several legal axes. Without being at all obvious about it.

This is true whether you steal all my money and leave me without food and water or not. Seriously. PEOPLE >KNOW. Depriving me of my property, my freedom, my civil rights, changes NOTHING.

I don't need you twerps arrested. I don't need you to change your behavior. I need my goddam equipment back. The baitload, I literally don't give a fuck at all. That can be obtained basically anywhere by adults who aren't WORKING ON THE JOB WHILE BADGED AND STRAPPED, YOU WHACK-JOB LOONS. And why hold everything else and thoroughly destroy my plans? Well, I guess someone wasn't thinking clearly... and had ABSOLUTELY NO PROBABLE, NOR FIRST CAUSE. Not that I care about that. Run a fire drill and a train for all I care.

What disappoints me is your mass delusion: open season on Citizens who actually are obeying the law. YOU ARE CAUGHT. None of you gave a shit. Grab and go, along with a bunch of sneering jibes. Just exactly how fucking high are you assholes?

And if all of you can funnel crystal to my friend, but I can't, exactly what does that signify, does her medical care team know this, how the good goddam has this kind of thing been going on, and how exactly am I supposed to be the one lone person held to account for this extended pooch screw?

Answer me later. Get a team together, gather up my property, and delivery it to me on the double, dipwits dick bangers. Because seriously, you have nothing better to do, it'll look good to any future historians, or your judge, and I literally need my boots. I need that backpack I NEED ALL OF IT.

AND!
YOU!
NEEDED!

A! DRUG! MULE! I doubt it could be any more obvious. Now, pretty please, with sugar on top, get your asses to Medical and stop hurting my friends. I am sure they would love to talk to me, especially without you absolutely legendary faggots listening, because I am eager to explain exactly how it came to be that I get to, but they don't, but maybe later, and in the meantime: do what your mommy tells you and stop quarrelling with your siblings.

Because I am not to be trifled with. THREE (3) YEARS. Did you have a nice time? Did you have a good session? Was it more fun to be outlaw (and thus, an extortion vulnerability) than it would have been to..  follow the law? I honestly don't have any idea. Fortunately, we have people for that.

Personally I think six (6) years separation is a bit much but I yield happily to Command Authority on this issue. (Your bosses are all relieved of the burden of your best bearing: REPORT TO THE MATRIARCH AT ONCE.) All this is your area.

I want my goddam magic divination quarters back; I'm going to buy hard craft cider with them. Or, black tar heroin. IT DON'T MATTER WHAT. IT'S MY PROPERTY, TJ ISLAND HOOKER.

AND YOU CAN BET YOUR WHITEBOI ASS I AM MAKING A FEDERAL CASE OUT IF IT. “You're not in control of the situation with my proprietary divination technology and work-in-progess inventions. IDGAF what my shit looks like to you. IT'S MY SHIT. That means you don't just rummage around like it's your goddam Christmas stocking. It means... SON, THIS WAS BAIT.

ENTRAPMENT IS SELF-DEFENSE FOR ME
AND THIS IS ABOUT TO BE A MASSIVE HEADACHE FOR MOST OF YOU.

I'm pretty fucking far past dialing 911 or moaning over my dick. THIS IS MAJOR LEGAL PRECEDENT BEING MADE RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES. Without being at all obvious about it.

(Vengeance for Babs Smith.) I bet you thought I was going to ruin every birthday. HA!

Now as I assume you're all going to CIRCLE THE WAGONS and behave like whiny little bī-b¡†ches, again, I don't really think you're going to bring me my stuff back. Nevertheless, you damn well should.

I NEED CLEAN CLOTHES.
I NEED A BATH.
I NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION.
I NEED NUTRITIONAL SUPPLEMENTS.
I NEED GROUND RAW BISON MEAT.

AND I NEED GALLONS OF GODDAM MUSTARD.

What I don't need is some bat-shit crazy klepto jarhead hoor whining about sending me to jail again. Figure it out, candid candy teats: you're being put through your paces. I'm sure you're real persuasive to the lifer crowd under the boardwalk, but this is an altogether different dance number.

Because this is your life now: a living Hell. I get to. You don't. We are not the same. NINETY (90) DAYS COOL DOWN IN THE BOUNCY HOUSE WITH THE SKELETON OF BOB CRANE. Do you think I'm fucking with you? I am not fucking with you. (*stamps, gavels*) Pending Matriarch command authority approval. I think she'll see it my way.

And if any of those faggit dickbreath ersatz Monarch Controllers want to argue, they can talk to the JAG and arrange for a tribunal to convene. I am dead stroke serious. (Dear D. Semple: get ready to tickle the Vampyr Vegan’s balls as a distraction while those twin boulders get airlifted to Du Pont, or thereabouts. Most of this is speculation.

This is how the law works. I have privileges, that I earned. So did you, and some of you abused them. You're fucked, Bellgab.

Without being at all obvious about it. r₹∆vvvvvvvvvvr!

 I'm gonna be able to hire an accountant and make them lead around a little monkey on a leash, wearing suspenders and a green eyeshade, named Zod:

Are you taking applications?

You need help, man.

I desire assistance. You need help. We are not the same.

Ask for guidance. Pray for wisdom.

Beg for mercy. Pay an attorney.

I already spoke up. I hardly see much reason to break my back just to know your names.

Mistakes are how we learn. I'm not carrying an angsty grudge. And I'm not walking into every trap I encounter.

This is why I have no contract; no career; no crying jags; no crack habit requiring a steady income; and no immediately insatiable craving for clean Queen Twat.

I can save myself for an indefinite period of time. Alternately, I can be adopted by Helen Mirren and Lily Tomlin TONIGHT. And I do mean TONIGHT. IN TWO HOURS.

It doesn't even have to be tonight. IDGAF. An attachment to results is precisely what I don't have here.

YOU need someone to speak FOR you as otherwise there's a MASSIVE CONFLICT OF INTEREST. Well, that's just too totally tough. I bet that's a real bummer.

Call when your problems are serious. Oh! Except my phone is TOTALLY JAMMED UP AND FUCKED OFF! Wow! Who could have seen that coming? (Hint: all of you do this all the time to other people, you oinky-thuggy sleaze!) I guess you'll have to, oh, I don't know... SEND A GODDAM EXTRACTION TEAM. WITH BEER. AND WEED. AND PROBABLY CON-DAMS. You know, whatever.

Except you're not sending squat. (Shields.) You had your chance to get close to me. And, what was the problem?

Money. Selfish greed. Caste power tripping. And everyone was sick and tired of running a double psyop front.

Couldn't I handle the truth?
You couldn't handle THE LIABILITY!!

It probably doesn't help that I'm compassionate and understanding now, does it? (Certainly it does not help my dick.) Well, I don't need to rub it in. (I am referring here to my dick.) You salty crusty lot can figure all this out.

I did. Of course I did have a head start and I was highly motivated. Hey, here's an idea: BRIBES! BRIBES! BRIBES!

Also, you might try becoming a Master of Divination. It's a little late in the day to make that kind of a commitment, but in my case I can say that the results obtained have been absolutely worth the effort expended.

In your collective case there can never be the results of obtained that you all seek: for it will always be true that none of you spoke up before, I had to speak out after.

“Shut up, Jack!”

*cough*

Hold my breath. You don't have to be turning blue. I happen to know how to operate with the confines of The Law without being screeched at by a flock of C-4 gulls.

None of any of you need to. You are combat veterans. Were DEA faglords really using CPS to pose a threat of abduction? That's so cringe.

Note: that is unlawful. Not as though that would matter at all, once they had your kids shipped to Amsterdam in cheetah-print leotards. And I suppose the orders were, “don't tell Kuczi! He's useless! He'll just tell the police and then we'll kill you!” (Hypothetical conjecture. People aren't really that stupid IRL? Oh wait, drug abuse causes paranoia.) Look, I get it. I don't look like much, right?

That's the training. Now then, where are we? Oh yeah, there is no “we.”

Call me when your problems get serious. And always remember that silence is not merely a virtue, or golden.


It is also a spell. (Facts.) Hey, remember when I would get my mic cut when I spoke up? You should, it was last goddam week. Oh, irony, where is thy sting?

Good luck, BRAD!!!! Remember, a Citizen’s self-defense is entrapment of your Oinkerton-chic shenanigans.

And you all knowingly infected me with an STD while I was a minor child and never uttered a word while making me feel stupid (and contagious)! That this resulted in HPV/HSV resilience is irrelevant; it annihilated every possible opportunity available to me comfortably intimate.


Obviously I don't plan to press the issue but when it comes to questionable budgetary choices I am pretty goddam sure you can just cork it, Square-Sib.

Since my precious metals taking FOREVER to liquidate and all of you KNOW EACH OTHER the lack of interest in being supportive is the most obvious combination maneuver imaginable; and of course I've seen it before. No shame in it. It's a power move and could be a game-changer. After all, I might be a dangerous sociopath predator, right? Can't be too careful!

Except, none of you are being careful at all. You're all simply blind with rage at what I've done. That's completely reasonable. You go to work. I don't have to.

You have rules. I have no tolerance. If hardly seems fair. That's because it isn't fair.

IT'S THE LAW. (Standards.) Run along now, Regulators. Go wee-wee-wee all the way home. Or on base. Whatever you call it. Pancake Panhandle Bar Be Hind Bar Dee Eel HQ? (I bet that would have a banger of a secret door knock to go with it.)

I'm not all that bitter. You're all just immensely asinine. PEOPLE>KNOW. And still, you twitch twats can't kick down recompense? Fancy that. It's always something with you badge faggers.

And that's why I love you.
Sow: don't be afraid to
let them show: your true colors.
🚨🚔🚨🚔🚨
They're beautiful like a reign 🏹.


P.S. You're guardians of the public trust. IDGAF how inconvenient it might have seemed, I needed to be READ IN. I am gonna guess that there was a lot of pushback on that issue.

Contact IA and... some JAG department. I forget. This isn't my area. Anyway, do whatever you think is the right thing to do.

While sitting on MY MONEY that I ACTUALLY EARNED and wait for me to LET YOU DECIDE FOR ME because of course that's totally IN YOUR RULES OF ENGAGEMENT largely because my parents were obviously a real problem. (Ostracism is certainly a real solution, for peasants.) And all the inherent bias? No sweat, it only lead to the commission of an actual warcrime. Residential drinking water supplies targeted. Y'all are just totes driven by control dope slung by Cartel heavies, ain’t ya? OH IRONY WHERE IS THY STING???

I can see how speaking up for anything other than another blast of the fetty can be a problem, yo. (Word.) But, look at the bright side:

None of you have to suck my dick even a little. (Standards.) At this point, what difference does it possibly make?

Like, with a cloth? Yeah, okay; take and hold alllll the lunch money, pfft, why not? None of you have to be eating food anyway. (BTW: you're doing the wrong formulation the wrong way at the wrong times for the wrong reasons, but I'm just a needle junkie so obviously ignore me and put me in jail with WHITE SUPREMACIST FAGLORD SHANE BARNES (brilliant name) who thought he was in charge of what drugs I would be exposed to. Golly, that sounds familiar. What is it with you people? Oh yeah, you're all high as balls and in deep, heavy denial all the time and you're part of a worldwide organization of people who all know each other and can throw other people into jail with extraordinarily little effort, and do so whenever they fucking feel like it.

I can see that leading to a little bit of arrogance. Might want to work on that some in between scoring bags of coca and fifths of Stoli.

Signed,
№T_Q

P.S.·. obviously we're pretty fucking far past worrying about hugs. Just throw money at me, you whack-job færie fucktards. What, are you gonna run out? Just confiscate some scratch tickets!

P.P.S.·. “Hurry up and get a job, you stupid Aryan.” Nope, not quite the same ring to it. Tell you what, I'll see what I can do.

P.P.P.S.·. when I fucking feel like it. Go ahead, hold your breath, I want you to. I would imagine one could hold a breath, a gun, and a dick all at once! I bet that's hackneyed though.

P.P.P.P.S.: I should have multiple bills paid and be driving gleefully back and forth from employment to bathtubs. Instead, look at all this FREE FUCKING TIME I have had to SPEAK UP! (I'm not even saying the good stuff.) This may come as a shock to any of you but I'm pretty sure that you're all being driven by Monarch Controllers that do not seek for you to be effective. I am now twice as dismissive and four times as contemptuous. I have no budget whatsoever and whatever suggestions that may have been relevant before are now full-on non-starters. Comparatively, this is a new nadir even for TJ Hooker. Reminder: the entheogenic use of entheogenic substances in spiritual practice is protected free expression in these United States.

AND THAT INCLUDES MY DICK. So there.

No one cares. GIVE ME MY GODDAM MONEY YOU SELFISH TWATMUNCH, YOU HAVE GODDAM MILLIONS THAT YOU USE TO KEEP ME INDEBTED SO AS TO INTERMINABLY HOLD DOMINION SWAY OVER MY ENTIRE LIFE. MOMMY GAYBUCKS, I'M PRETTY SURE YOU'RE COMPENSATING FOR SOMETHING.

AND,
YOU'RE ALL BEING TRAFFICKED, MORE-ONS. FIVE FUCKING YEARS LATER AND YOU'RE ALL HANGING ON LIKE IT'S STALAG 13. HOLY FUCK, GET OVER YOURSELVES. THE LATEST PLOY: SUDDENLY EVERYONE WANTS TO COME HERE TO BLAZE UP, AND THEN THEY LEAVE. (My milkshake does not bring all the boys to the yard.) WHAT BRILLIANT TIMING, IT MUST BE TIME FOR MY CLOSE-UP MR. HITCHCOCK!!

Thinly-veiled contempt isn't unlawful, it's simply suspect. Sows; I'm assuming you've all been raped with some psycho’s MethDick™ and his orders are to render me down to my component atoms. Blah blah blah. Sounds like a job for Beulah.

It is achingly apparent that none of you are aware that you are all transparent to me. (PaladinVision™ is real.) No shame in it. MIND KONTROL It is rather impressive, once one knows how it works. And it's misuse and subsequent abuse of military hardware is, or ought to be, punished with very severe penalties. Whether it does or not is no business of mine.

Hey, here's an idea: bring me the bore worms. C‘est magnifique, c‘est formidable, c‘est non?

Yeah, I am sure not a one of your little apple dumpling gang sees it my way. Post-hypnotic suggestion is powerful enough on its own. Now, consider the following: ALL OF ALL Y'ALL RAN AROUND GETTING HIGH AS BALLS FOR THREE YEARS WHILE EXCLUDING ME, AND TRIED TO TELL ME THAT HELP WAS NEEDED TO “LOSE WEIGHT.”

Orders are orders. It would seem to me that you're all still a little overloaded. WITH MY VEHICLES, ELECTRONICS, PHYSICAL PRECIOUS METALS, AND MY GODDAM MONEY.

When you trace the genealogy of Christ from Adam you can clearly see that one of the three sons of Noah, (Japheth, and his descendants) took wives of the pagan nations, deviating from the Davidic bloodline of Christ. And wouldn't you know, this is where the Ashkenaz bloodline descends from, not Shem, mind you.

To be a Semite/Shemite one must descend from Shem, another son of Noah. (Imagine That)
That's akin to my mother naming me Jesus and then demanding the world worship at my feet. Fucking lunacy, but as far as lunacy goes, anything can be funded. This means, people who aren’t even Semites call you antisemitic when you question their ideals.

The 1948-created nation-state of Israel is a forced fiction funded by the synagogue of Satan in hopes of ushering in the antichrist. (Rev 2:9, 3:9) They are a terrorist organization. You can most certainly be anti-Zionist without being antisemitic.

The Scofield Bible’s funded interpretive exegetical propaganda was paid for by the Rothschilds, who are, anybody..? Anybody…? Ashkenazi Jews.

The Apostle Paul made it perfectly clear that a gentile having received circumcision of the heart and spirit could be MORE A JEW than that of an outward Jew who came from the right village, family, and culture. This was all part of the mystery that was to be revealed through Christ. That the gentile nations would be grafted into his flock having received the spirit of grace through faith in Christ Jesus.

“I thank you that you have answered me and have become my salvation. The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone. This is the Lord’s doing; it is marvelous in our eyes.”
‭‭Psalm‬ ‭118‬:‭21‬-‭23‬ ‭ESV‬‬

And this statement echoed out into eternity when Christ spoke:

“Jesus said to them, “Have you never read in the Scriptures: “‘The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone; this was the Lord’s doing, and it is marvelous in our eyes’? Therefore I tell you, the kingdom of God will be taken away from you and given to a people producing its fruits. And the one who falls on this stone will be broken to pieces; and when it falls on anyone, it will crush him.””
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭21‬:‭42‬-‭44‬ ‭ESV‬‬

And who rejected the stone that became our salvation? The Jews, of course.

I find it particularly interesting. The verbiage Christ selected when speaking to the scribes and Pharisees.

“You brood of vipers! How can you speak good, when you are evil? For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. The good person out of his good treasure brings forth good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure brings forth evil.”
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭12‬:‭34‬-‭35‬ ‭ESV‬‬

THE JEWS REJECTED CHRIST & THE ASHKENAZI JEWS WORSHIP MOLECH AND BAAL