You know those pears from Asia that are delicate and bruise easily so they ship with a little expandable cushion. The egos at ElleGab are like that. Sow: this has to be done delicately.

So, so delicate.

He can tear it all down and then a blank canvas is ready for Hilary to build it all back up again! It's like a fairytale!

In the meantime: your Ellgab Collective made decisions that hurt my friends. Fair. That's fair.

They probably deserved it. However, I don't deserve to be left to blame and the situation has gone on a very long time with no sanity check. That's a real problem, considering what has happened.

Hint: it's not about guns. It's about power.

Meanwhile, Certain People are being exploited and I don't know that it's the President's doing. NEVER have I EVER felt like he was involved in cockblocking me.

Of course he is — let's face it, I'm a complete savage — but there's no evidence of that. Because I think it's cute, and he could just ask me nicely. No problem at all.

However I have instead experienced other things that I won't go into and I know where the impetus has come. Your Collective.

Obvious cry for help is obvious. Too bad, I've been perma-banned. Let me guess: this fact is not widely known.

That's because you're being trafficked, H∞rⓂ️∞ze Ⓜ️⭕®E! On! MORONS!

I am sure Pandora and Howie Cat are proud as they look down on us from Heaven. Except there is no such place. They didn't die. They never existed. I'm just some needle junkie. Oh wait.

“Hurry up and (blank) me you stupid (blank).” It gets funnier everytime I remember it. Because this is as fast as this particular stupid (blank) can (blank). Would the ladies like to hop out and push? It's worth a run up the flagpole.

Or maybe not. I'll let your team of analysts figure it out for you. I would hate to mansplain the current social dynamic to any of you.

It's simple: my feelings are hurt. How can you think of criticizing OUR GREAT PRESIDENT AT A TIME LIKE THIS?

 The answer would surprise the rank-and-file while enraging the cryptohandlers that guide events from within the shadows... and no one mentions this? Wow. Now, that is impressive.

What is not impressive is Louis Wain and his gang on homoerotic holosex henchmen acting like they're the bosses of me. Still! They must really have everything all blueprinted out.

Good. They can give a toss, so I don't have to be concerned about splash damage. Some people obviously are.

Not concerned enough to actually talk to me, but that's okay. I would probably just grunt and demand fellatio and needles. That's all I want! Of course!

Actually it's quite complicated. Similarly, my friend who is currently being held hostage has a complicated scenario going on. Whatever shall I do?

I won't be posting it in your forum, that's for sure. (I'm shy.) Because of the President, huh? Is that it? Nothing else critical?

Are you sure? Maybe my mic has been cut and this is all random skits sow ramble. Who knows? Someone else determines the length of my speech.

I sure hope that someone is Melania. Since Grapefruit Alpha Prime is busy, right?

I shouldn't have to point this out in public but it's really creepy how all of all y'all got bought out. With money I earned.

No EBT for me! Instead: PB&J. (Allegedly I favor it. This is more gay code. Pfft.) Grow up, *Gab.

Or: FACE REPRISALS. This is the roof, Baby. _Adieu._

As God as my witness, I truly believed that you turkeys knew that an Aryan can fly. I am sure I would have been a lovely pigeon. However...

A Quetzalcoatl was more practical and clearly more effective. (Rawr.) Ideally this will change nothing for anyone.

What? You are all strong independent women who don't need no man around. I should move along. I am not in control of the situation. And .. who is?

Asking for a friend. Welcome to The New Paradigm. (YOU ARE MINE.) Adieu.

I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even left alone long enough to enjoy what little nothing they have in peace. That being said: I remain True Neutral.

Working for God. TRUE Neutrality isn't spinning one’s wheels in place while thuggin’ and pimpin’ and whackin’ goes on like business as usual on blast.

And, since I was ambushed on a national holiday and not too many people have expressed any remorse; I'm going to keep on keeping on.

Since I've made it this far, without being at all obvious about how I'm doing it. One word: REBATES!

Just kidding. Truth be told, it's nobody's business or fault but mine... #Officially. ⁴4īh¡s whaī one man can dœ.

Unofficially, top-tier echelon elite emperors ON A GLOBAL SCALE are getting the nightly flopsweats over mⓂ️E: lil’ Michael Kuczi.

Clifford was my grandfather, and aren't we all the better off not bringing him back as a gigolo’s fluffer, eh? Eh? Eh? How about a Fresca®™? You might as well take two, they're small and refreshing. Quite potent.

In the meantime, the subjects here is that if whining and crying about me was going to do anything it would have done something by now, and it hasn't. I'm fine. You're fine. We're all going to be fine. We're all still fine, and it's fine as some of you don't know that, it'll be fine when you figure it out, and if in the meantime you have an aneurysm along with the triple bypass, maybe you deserved it.

I did exactly what I said I was going to do, and I have broken no law, nor have I taken any violent action. I don't even have people doing those things for me. What I do have is faith in God.

GOD WINS. If any of this is a surprise to anyone, know this: I am even more surprised that I have to write this down. (Hi, L!) Reasons for that will remain hazy and obscure for the moment.

This is a spiritual battle. This isn't candid camera. This isn't. This is your life. This isn't a sitcom. This is a movie.

You will love that it does end. I don't know when. I don't know when you end. I don't know what any of you were doing! In my case, it's been several years trapped in a bubble universe where people thought it was cool to hide information from me. I guess it was cool.

It isn't cool anymore. No hard feelings, chaps. And I can assure you I don't have to tell anybody anything. People know.

I seem like a lightning rod for people's hatred because I made myself into that, because I can take it. I went to public school. And a lot of innocent people would be castigated if the unwashed masses knew the truth. The whole truth. And nothing but the truth.

It's pretty ugly. It would have to be! Because I'm your guy. Paladin. Mission from God. Yeah, I bet people don't like that. Good.

I love the smell of bullies s******* themselves first thing in the morning. I'm not going to lie: this is all way better than a pie eating contest could have been. Hi Steve, one!!! (I'm a big fan.)

Now then where were we? Oh yeah: games. I don't want to get your swimming pool, I don't want to tread on your territory, and I don't want you to run away from my house screaming again. That was kind of sad for me. I felt like Casper.

Now Casper runs from me too. Ooh, I'm so scary! (I actually am. HA!) But as I don't enjoy rule by fear, I'm pacing myself, I'll give to you when I need to be giving to people.

You are my first people. And you're flying fine without me. I am far from indispensable.

And I'm not very far from a tree that's been used to Lynch people, I don't know how old the tree is but it's got that signature bend in it and if I don't watch myself I'll end up getting lynched. I don't want to get lynched.

I don't want to hug either, but that's my problem. And anybody who thinks that I'm cause of any of these difficulties should realize that I didn't start any of this.

I'm simply finishing it. What? Is anybody out there? Not done yet? Well too bad. I'm calling it audible. Ranking paladin on-site, I get to do that.

And all of you get to disagree. Respectfully this largely because I respected your civil rights enough so that you all still have them. But I wouldn't expect any of you to know that. It wasn't reported on the network news.

It wasn't recorded at all. I'm just making it up. Because I'm just a needle junkie?
Isn't that right?

All about the needles right? Funny story about that. And you don't get to hear it. Why??


Because f*** you, that's why. Grrrr. Okay, that's the end of my freakout. See that's as close to postal as I get. Everyone can stop worrying now.

Many people won't stop, but that's part of why it's so much fun to watch. The world shake itself to pieces at the prospect of me, Jack star, destroyer of dreams, actually having done exactly what he said he was going to do.

Seized power in the wake of the covid Apocalypse and then... Well I turned it right back over to the rightful weilders. I didn't want to actually have the power, I just wanted to be able to take it so I could give it away.

(Vengeance for Victor Lin.) Don't worry about it, puny earthlings. It's a stretch goal. It's an inside joke. And it's pretty worth it.

LADY JUSTICE CRUSHES YOU
OVERPOWERED.

♊⚖️ TAKES A MORE BALANCED APPROACH. AND WE WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO TAKE AN APPROACH AT ALL, EXCEPT WE DID, AND WHY IS THAT A BAD IDEA?

WE WERE AN EFFECTIVE TEAM. NOW WE'RE TRASH. (Standards.) BUMMER. THERE GO MY PLANS FOR THE AUTUMN. OH WELL.


CARRY ON, PUNYLING SLEAZE. YOU'RE RIGHT TO SELF-DETERMINACY IS VERY IMPORTANT. NOT JUST TO YOU, IF YOU CAN IMAGINE SUCH THINGS.

HAVE FUN STORMING THE 🔴 CASTLE 🟢!! AND IF YOU WANT HELP, CALL SOMEONE ELSE.

EWE HAD THEIR CHANCE TO GET HELP FROM ME. YOU DON'T GET A CHANCE. YOU GET CERTAINTY, SURFACE DWELLERS. RELAX! THIS ALWAYS WORKS IN THE SIMULATOR BACK HOME!

JUST KIDDING. IT CRASHED EVERY TIME. YOU'LL PROBABLY BE FINE THOUGH. BECAUSE I AM AFTER ALL JUST A NEEDLE JUNKIE. NEVER MEANING NO HARM. BEATS ALL YOU EVER SAW I'VE BEEN IN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN.

MAKING MY WAY THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW: PRIME CREATOR SOURCE ENERGY HARNESS THROUGH THE MAGIC OF PRAYER AND THE BEINGS TO CHRIST JESUS. WHO IS MY FRIEND.

HE'S PRETTY SICK OF MY B******* TOO. SORRY BRO. OKAY I THINK THAT'S ABOUT IT.

L., I'LL BE YOUR BIGGEST FAN... AND BE NEUTRAL. I DON'T WANT TO GIVE ANYBODY THE WRONG IMPRESSION. ALSO I'M LAZY.

SO, SO LAZY. THIS IS THE ROOF, BABY. CIAO!

Sometimes, I want to write something worth publishing, and then I remember: COMMAND AUTHORITY STOLE MY ELECTRONIC INK TYPEWRITER. I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO USE IT. IT WAS ALSO COMPROMISED OUT OF THE BOX.

I'LL READ A BOOK LATER. RIGHT NOW I THINK I'M GOING TO FAT FOR ABOUT 12 HOURS, JUST KIDDING.

About an hour thinking about a 12-year-old will be enough for me. Just kidding. That would never be enough. Just kidding. I don't even think that's a good age! Even though I had this friend who kept on wanting to get me to take my clothes off and wrestle with him. That's pretty normal, right? Oh wait.

I don't know it isn't. In any event, I don't mean to judge, and I don't feel like being judged. Nevertheless, I am being judged.

Have at it. It didn't hurt before, why not do it some more? It's not like people are watching or anything. It's not like people know. Oh wait.


PEOPLE KNOW. Now if you excuse me, I don't want to disappoint them. That's what I have you for, Gab Collective.

I'm not going to hang you to slowly twist in the wind. No, you are my spooks. MINE. And if Amazon ever delivers them, I'm going to put the bore worms on you. Grumble grumble grumble.

Just kidding. If I get actual bore worms I'm gonna hire a temp worker. Because obvious honeypot assassins sent by SRN quakshrinks are obvious. Not that I'm not flattered, but... There's just so many other ways I'd like to be effective in my life other than not at all.

I'll probably be okay. Thanks for worrying. It's not a hug and a smooch, but so few things in life are. And I am pretty smelly. Whose idea was that? Who's that at the door?

STAY TUNED. (Open your own doors.) What? People want to be to stop posting, I've stopped posting. Didn't that help? Of course I'm still alive!

What is dead can never die. This is the roof, Baby. Adieu.

I don't have any way of knowing what is actually happening and so it is significant that the people who have invaded my residence are so studious about not telling me anything about what is happening at all.

Obviously the women are being trafficked but that could easily be the way they have chosen for themselves. It's perfectly plausible that they get off on imagining that this is all making me feel terrible.

I do not feel terrible. I do not feel anything at all. I am still collating data.

Never underestimate the lengths a junkie will go to in order to get their fix. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ It would seem that “getting away with it” makes things better for some.

In my case, I am grateful for these spiritual lessons and I am disappointed that I was expected to remain ignorant for very long. This does not serve my interests or is to my SOLE and EXCLUSIVE benefit.

I’m sorry but you'll have to establish your beachhead at another blacksite, E.T. Pee-Wee. Ease on down the road, Esse.

I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even left alone to enjoy what little nothing they have in peace. And some people have way too much free fucking time.

I am a Sourcerπrœr. I have enjoyed this selection phase. Never have I ever seen so many people lose their goddam minds over nothing.

You're all due for a psych eval. Maybe you can stop ducking questions about fucking each other for a few hours so independent bias can be established. In short, you need a baseline.

Ewe have been trafficked. EvvE have been tracked. Eyes have been traced. I honestly don't know what Certain People think is going on behind the scenes.

Some dude tried to traffick and rape me again while his partner whined about my lack of exploitable income. Of course I don't make money. That's what I have you for.

(Vengeance for Karrin Hughes.) Like these broads can fly in but end up vanishing. Like what? Hang on.


It's talk sick energy. (Also she called the police on me and thinks nothing of it.) I relent. I withdraw.

I bought something for my money: compurer time on an rtx mainframe. (I made them charge their name.) Totes fair.

So now one's spouses can chase the one, while the other two fight over either them or me; and have no reason to put skin in the game for a half year. It's good to be The Lord.

Feds on deathwatch. They get all mopey when made. It's as though they think they lead a charmed life.

They did. What? It's so wœ†œver. I am not to be trifled with. CAUGHT.

Without being at all obvious about it. (The other side of the FE plane is a good place to build sanctuary.) This is more detail than any of you are going to need.

You are busy. I am industrious. We are not the same. Adieu.