How was jail?
Equally as safe as public school, but far more plebian. And as the net result was the dropping of all charges and a glorious turn around of my accumulated street cred quotient, I daresay that I will be most likely never allowed to return.
Attica! Attica! Attica! Attica! Attica!
Seriously, there is literally no reason to put me in jail, ever; because I could only ever have a reason to be sent there if I was having a mental health crisis of some kind. If that were ever to happen, or more accurately stated, were that ever to be suspected to have occurred, I would much prefer simply going to a behavioral hospital. Quirky legal complications aside, I rather enjoyed my time at
South Sound Behavioral Hospital (GPS location and physical street address available upon request via forum private message), and were I to ever need to be separated from polite, civil society again, a romper room for quacklords is mos def a more appropriate way to both protect society, and to punish me.
I don't think I'm going to ever need that kind of thing again; but having been involuntarily committed once (thanks Beau! Say hello to your mother for me! Let me know if you ever need me to [
see below] swear a vow!), I don't mind saying, if ever there are further questions about my suitability for incarceration, we all might as well save ourselves some time and money by moving
directly to enabling an #Official “oops, serotonin syndrome, again? Ach, well: let's just blame fentanyl and incinerate the body” limited hangout outcome. A lobotomy might well risk an evolution into Hellboy; electroconvulsive therapy might trigger Triad reprisals if the chance to attach electrodes to my scrote first is lost; and I am only too, tu-tu happy to let modern psychiatry try to crack my encrypted Magyar-A|_`g0`nq¡j″iⁿⁿ DNA in hopes of duplicating my demonstrated immunity to prairie mange; mostly because there's a whole slew of choice hotties, spread across the continent, that have been afflicted by herpes and scabies and hep C; and how nice would it be to be available for a hug without triggering a CDC already status? Probably pretty nice. Also: IDGAF about “getting high” since I've saved the entire goddam country from a consider into anarchy without being at all obvious about it, or becoming criminally or civilly liable. (I'm like Snake Plisskin, except: effective.) And now that I have a suspended sentence for two years of 65 days for driving with a suspended license in the 3rd degree, and not an ongoing investigation into whether or not I'm delusional about being a teleporting rape demon, I'm content with my six weeks in jail to be my last hurrah. I didn't want the attention... but I did want the sanctuary, given that pretending to be
c‘est moi was how Spooklords were, institutionally, establishimg their
bona fides with the smugglers' in blues at Mos Eisley. Or,
wherever.
So we're all clear that I know how to avoid drug abuse, right? It's not just luck. It's not because I was being excluded from the really cool parties for four (4) decades. (Go Scots?? Go fuck yourselves.) It's not because I sold out to Dark Lord Satan and rolled over on anyone and everyone. Ok? OK? OKAY? All that is now
on record. No 3rd DUI, no evidence of uncontrollably psychotic drug-seeking behavior, and as a bonus: there now exists audio and video records of me giving the shaft to dopemongering pimplords while in custody. (I hope I got my dialect right.) Because: I have permissions, and I have privileges, and as a particularly prepared U.S. Citizen and a paladin on a Mission from God, I was able to appropriately use the United States Constitution to lawfully, non-violently, being about evolutionary legal precedent without either being at all obvious about doing so, nor spending one thin dime on an attorney. This was not because I arranged all this as a Kevorkian-esque ploy in order to justify feeding my rapacious appetite for drug use. (Had i actually done that, I would ABSOLUTELY be in Federal prison for life by now, I can assure you.) I simply noticed that an uniust outcome as a result of living through a box canyon ambush setup by psychotic sex- and drug- addicts seemed to be an opportunity for I, as a responsible Citizen, could utilize for the advantage of all of society. Sow: I did. And if The Company can roll around the global getting high as s balls while juicing up MK-∆>KTīves, well: pound me too, >Kids. (With all due respect: give up hoping for a 2nd controlled buy, Fedgoyz: that ploy peaked with Lee Iaccoca and John DeLorean. Just c∞LīT and get ready to return my property in the form of attaché cases stuffed with $20 bills.) Because I don't particularly need or want a chemical dependency inflicted upon me... &AND:
420 BLAZE īT, 🅿️¡-i∆`GjZ!` (
Vengeance for Niglush.)
How was jail?
Illuminating, that's how it was. Now I get that no one wants to lose any more face, and that it's a matter of some concern that no one has any leverage on me and finds it hard to believe that I'm not going to carry a grudge against L∆vv :Ë:\!forcement, however... mistakes are how we learn. Oinkerton
schweinhundz are no different.
Mistakes are made. But legends are created out of myths, and my birth was undeniably mythical. And as well: a secret. (I needs must confirm with my legitimate familial connections before revealing certain key details; although I am free to state that I have unequivocally neither had sex with my cousin's or my soulbrother’s daughters, not because I'm gay or that they aren't smokin’ nuclear fusion hot, but because I made a vow that I wouldn't.
I had no idea it was that big a deal until I got a phone call demanding a holy vow — not just a promise, mind you, but A DEMAND THAT I SWEAR A SACRED VOW. (Standards.) Until then, I didn't really understand that those morsels were on the available menu, honestly... but it would seem that these damsels had come to discern the valuable potency of my Magyar babybattet. (Rawr.) So, perhaps it was a mistake to alert me to the fact that I was suspected of having, shall we say, less that polite mannerisms. After all, I had to be questioned at knifepoint as to the history of proximity of my dick with the anus of a woman who I hadn't been within 50 miles of in the previous 12 years or so... and I still haven't succumbed to such forbidden temptations.
A covenant is like a vow; except that properly formed, it is literally unbreakable. It can only be Undone. Thus, demanding further commitments, and trafficking anus pathways away from my reality, and demolishing my residence, and committing a war crime in order to trigger a Frog Genocide, and having me smeared with black PR, and sending me to the psych ward, well, compared to all
that?? How was
jail? It was an absolute
vacation. Six weeks with access to a toilet! Whoo-hoo!
Totes luxurious! And while this might seem a bit too verbose to be credible, the fact is that while I would love to boast about how brilliant I was to Trust my own The Plan, I don't wish to seem snooty or arrogant to those who are still struggling with the horrific nightmare that chemical dependency and white slavery to addiction can be ... because a lot of people are well and truly,
right proper fucked. Unfathomably so, in fact. So there is no need to rub it in, but, since you asked:
How was jail?
Sometimes it's hard for one to play the cards that Life has dealt out.
It's harder when one has trifled with Jackstar.
Capiçhe?? Now if you'll excuse me, I have some more weight to help someone lose. (Facts.)
Hey, we all can’t be trusted fund kids. 
I never knew about any Trust at all until 2015. I grew up knowing nothing about this stuff; I simply knew that everyone thought less of me, and my father, and my mother was, mysteriously, a dingbat with a bad attitude and her sister acted like tolerating my presence was a noble sacrifice. I had no idea why, and to this day, multiple details escape me.
Meanwhile, as of today: all of my belongings, benefits, and money have been stolen. I have no running water. I have no attorney retained who represents my interests. I have no access to any information or metadata that the U.S. Military does not explicitly authorize. I have no income, nor any feasible way to earn one in any normal fashion. And while I am sure that The Michael Kuczi Special Needs Trust is not anywhere close to insolvent, the next of the matter is that, by law, it is MY MONEY, and since the government shutdown in October of last year, I have not had any access, nor availability of funds from The Trust... because
reasons. I have subsisted on charity of people who are already harshly overburdened, and while I have personal savings that were set aside for exactly this kind of rainy day occurrence... I cannot avail myself of those, either.
And all the while, I have been relentlessly harassed and cyberstalked by assholes like you, Trollda, who seem to think nothing of ceaselessly implying that I am a “baby” or a “kid,” who grew up with entitlements of wealth, who does not wish to either work or contribute to the nation’s tax base, who deserves nothing in exchange for years of my life burnt as a result of malicious prosecution and the machinations of a criminal theft ring... at one point, I pulled six grand out of the bank in $50 bills, with the intent of paying three (3) thousand to the nice lady who runs the motel, 3.5 miles away from my legal residence, and before I could give her the money, my residence was burglarized by a team of spooky operators who... well, somehow they knew when to invade my home, while I was gone, and do we think they just
guessed?Master Trollda: you are a collosal tool of a perverted sex cult and your frontin’ of the belief that I have done something in my life that precludes my access to legitimate tools of law and order in a civilized society is primarily fueled by your perception of myself as some kind of financial malingerer; a parasite upon society; a person who has slacked their way through life and avoided paying their “fair share” of one's “debt to society.” If there even is such a thing.
Understand this: I set up my entire life to be this way from the age of 15 ½, which is when I noticed that for mysterious yet undeniably extent reasons, I was not treated the same way as other members of society. Now that I have lived through the last 37 years while paying as close attention as possible to the systemic, systematic discrimination that I have experienced (without being at all obvious about having been doing so, White gΩμ §_l¡Ⓜ️), I can say quite happily that I was wise to not bother to struggle and strive to work hard on my resumé down at Kinko's so I could slave away in a cubicle for 40-plus hours a week, because no matter how successful I ever became...
Communist cryptofascist revenooers were always going to come take everything I had and everything I was every going to get, once my parents passed away; for whatever they did before I was born, they surely pissed off the entire Square Deal-spawned world. No shame in it; for as I loved my parents and came to understand them, that doesn't mean I can look past their tremendous idiocy in their decision making. (They were probably traumatized by something.)
Now, back to you, “Master.” (Debater, you ain't hardly.) You simply have assumed that it was never my intention to make up for my parents’ social deficit. It obviously never occurred to you that I was as unhappy with the state of affairs as you have come to be; although I will point out, how you came to be a person who thought MY LIFE was every any of YOUR BUSINESS is a matter of some curiosity. What are you, King Fuck of Lμ Bury Hinn? Are you the arbiter of social accounting? Are you now, or have you ever been, interested in explaining to me... The Truth?
Nope; you are an opportunistic asshole who has never been shown to me to be interested in abstaining from any d dirty trick in the book to make me look bad, and to be indifferent to how you look — for you know my legal name and I know nothing of yours, nor your justifications for your negative attention to my circumstances.
What has not killed me, has made me stronger; which is why I can bother to answer your inquiry in public, just this once, and hopefully leave you with a swallowed tongue and your face gone blue. You have not inspired me, for even before you spammed my Internet experience with your specious claims and childish, asinine whining that seemingly passes for “banter” in your bī-bully buy-b¡†C¡-i h∞rkcrux world, I was already dedicated to finding out who set me up to fail, and then displayed the unmitigated, inane and inexplicable gall to act surprised that I was unwilling to join the rat race.
Everything was rigged against me from a very young age. Why? A useless question to ponder, but even more useless: to imagine that “hard work” was going to set me free. Ewe work hard, Faglord.
I work smart. We are not the same. And so I will mention to you, that irrespective of whether I “deserve” to be the SOLE, EXCLUSIVE BENEFICIARY OF THE MICHAEL KUCZI SPECIAL NEEDS TRUST, according to the laws of the land, I am. The theft of everything I hauled down here from LFP after living there for 48 years has been entirely educational.
It has also been wildly illegal, may in fact be the end sum result of a hate crime ring conspiracy stretching back since four (4) decades, and will never, ever, EVER be adjudicated in open court. Nor ever fully known. Publically.
What am I gonna do? Dial 911 really, really hard? No, you fucking whack-job. I'm going to serve God.
I'm going to cheerfully serve The Divine on my Mission, for which I am paid, not in fiat currency, but in FREEDOMS.
They are no small thing, like your remonstrations of aching, viscious envy. Holy shit, do you see in any color but green? If you had put even a fifth of the time into supportive social encouragement as you do every night into a fifth of Johnnie Walker, I could have been making BUCKETS OF CASH, HAND OVER FIST, FOR THE LAST SEVERAL YEARS! (Facts.) Instead, I have found myself duck-walked into the motherlode of Company traphouses, and the meet result has been this:
I am bigger than Paul Bunyan and five (5) times as effective; and you look like an obsessive stalker with a bad case of the ‘tism. Like, what did you think you were going to do... inspire me to contribute more shekels? Hang on; I retract the question.
I don't really think you thought this through at all. And, as I'm not going to track your lame bī-b¡†ch buy-butch ass down to find out your legal name so I can go after you in the civil courts, I'm simply going to hope that this extremely lengthy answer to your inquiry, “how was jail,” makes it abundantly clear to all aware, that your opinion, like whatever laughably passes as Your Business is of absolutely no concern of mine.
Yet. Whaddya say, bro? Come at me correct, or don't come at me at all. Sick of your bullshit, I am.
And because of your fresh, whorish mouth, you can forget about me posting off the remaining $3K in student loan debt that I have still kicking around. I would rather give that money to Helen... and I would rather that you get off your stupid fat ass and track down my stolen $6K from two years ago, and then render unto Ceaser what is Ceaser’s. “Department of Education,” HA! What a joke.
I took out a student loan so that I would have something to choose to not pay back when it served my purposes to do so. The only way to beat a rigged game is not to play.
I am Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams. I am a Divinely Ordained Magical Being. I am a Sourcerœr. And:
I DO NOT PLAY. Other people go to jail, because they get caught. When I go to jail, it's so that I can retreat into contemplative, solitude and meditative prayer. (Imagine the smell.)
Any further questions, save them for your >KL∆ⁿ meeting, Race Lord. Reminder: if you really were so goddam superior, not only would you not have to try so fucking hard... your snide little schemes would actually WORK; Sow, I wouldn’t have to. My contributions to society are made by my own Free Will Choice, and are thus, far more valuable than... whatever it is that you bring to the table. I honestly have no idea or interest in finding out.
After all: it's gotta be a secret with a price. Shalom, Z•—GG<3®; Namastμ
p.s. destroy your clones of my phones and other electronic devices ASAP; because my people are Legion, and they have chosen to STAY HUNGRY.
Keep your eyes on YouTube.
Right. Because people
read.
*massive rolleyes*
