Please don't be mean to Lucifer. I understand that no one feels comfortable bullying anyone anymore—good, most civilizations figure that out—but taking aggressions out on my friends has, historically, led to unjust outcomes.
Except, for mE. And a sparse handful of G·raped dingbat culture shock MILAB refugees. You know what Corey Good did? Caved.
Alpha Draconans are serious bznszs. You know what I did? Spooked them off my goddam homeworld. While they were gone, I completed The Great Work and reinitialized The Great Game. No one really expected this to happen.
Similarly, no one really thought I was ever gonna figure it out, what had been done. I couldn't fathom it... she thought herpes meant my semen was worthless, what? Since I was never consulted, where were they getting their information from?
They simply assumed my motives.
(Vengeance for Babs.) I am not seriously delusional. I understand how coping mechanisms work. But in my life experience, when a grandmother, mother, and daughter keep getting murdered and keep coming back to life... anywhere but here, anyone but me, nearly 200 times (simulated/estimated), and nobody bats an eye, but then I start challenging the narrative in public and grown ass men screech at me I have an ego investment in keeping the piece and showing respect, plausible deniability has collapsed.
Let us not point and laugh. They go low, we go high? #wwg1wga? Punylings, your get up and go, got up and went. She fled from me... and delivered her own child to her grooming abuser gang, huh? Oh that's awkward to explain.
Let me guess: y'all figured out a way to blame me anyway. Makes sense because it was all a trap. It still is a trap.
I don't want to talk about it and whomsoever is calling the shots on who talks to who is wide open for litigation. IDGAF.
I have people for that. I'm too busy mocking my war criminal neighbors. Without seemingly having done nothing at all.
Certainly, I didn't do anything on 20220214. Except be horrified and disgusted. This dude calls me up on the phone to jeer at me because he's having sex with my ex, and wants me to feel bad about it.
I felt bad that duper’s delight was not well understood but many. Essentially, he was programmed to me for permission, and he broke that programming by watching me, and then he found out it was a trap.
... so, there you go, that was your perp, right? No, not at all. I was supposed to be on the hook for something. I am not. Speeding tickets? Yeah, that's why.
It's more complex and it has to do with issues of power and dominance. For example... how did any of you gather certain *key* critical pieces of information? Oh, never mind, it's a secret, n‘est-ce pas?
My shit isn't a secret. I just don't feel like taking the effort to explain to you how much I didn't like what people did to my friends after I was chased away. I'm simply doing something about it.
And I am saving myself for someone special. This terrifies the Sperglings surrounding me as well as cranks up the intensity on whatever Heat Spell some people are rocking the cockblocking on.
If you've read Gone With The Wind, you'll understand what I mean by saying that I thought the >K>k>Ï‹ would have been better off without Ashley & Melanie. Similarly, Castle Rock would have been better off with a real Freemasonic Paladin.
They had one. I found him dead in Hell addicted to fentanyl and unaware he was no longer alive. Bummer. What was I supposed to do? Dedicate my life to his service to honor his sacrifice? How did he fall for such a simple trap?
Oh, yeah, he tried to implicate me in his dope-selling scheme by implying I was involved trafficking weed. He thought that would be funny and not be a major diplomatic faux pas. He thought he was better than me, because he wasn't a hung-gunga... well, you know.
I don't know exactly what happened, but somehow it became a good idea to work against KUCZI interests in a clandestine fashion. Who decided this?
Well... “they were a mob and I incited a riot” are words I did not say, and nothing I've ever written or expressed, ever, is any admission of guilt or an implicit promise of implied recompense.
Now, having said that... I owe a few people a few favors. I forget who. I'm too busy feeling proud of what I've accomplished. Most of you have no idea.
That's because it's none of most people’s business. Now I am being as respectful as I know how to be. I don't feel like making a big Federal case out of things.
Mostly because someone else already has. What's with the gaslighting thugs bracing me in public and trying to shame me about my highly peculiar legal situation?
I am more ashamed of my hometown government than I am of my highschool chums. They were children, mostly. Government is, both by custom and practice, meant to be officed by competent adults.
I guess it is now. Before they had some ringers, I guess? Well lots of people have surged to fill in the gaps left by my security sweep.
Who the fuck is Turtle Dove?
What prevents Alle, Anne¹, Anne², Alli¹, Aly⁰ from conversing with me?
Who thought that I was the most threatening suspect and let me languish in quasi—custody while abusive thugs had free rein operating under false color of Law?
What was supposedly worth the compromise invoked by sending an audio clip of my friend being exploited? Was I supposed to come rushing in to “rescue” someone? That was never going to happen.
Those of you who read through my phone and made the assumptions you were meant to make are not excused. I'm not Law Enforcement. I'm Clergy. When you entrap me, it's a felony.
When I do it, it's self-defense.
And I have become exceptionally good at it.
You all knew. Not one word from anyone.
Except me: DURESS. You were a cult, Bellgab.
Now, you're practical. Enjoy, babē.
“The Problem”? What a quaint and ‘dorb’s way of putting it. Have you all thought about just... taking a break? No, of course not. You're a gang of drug addicts still riding high off your big score 20 years ago. Since then, observers agree: you're not getting that big, ever again.
No one else could do this, or else they would have.
Now then. It's not time for my Discovery phase, right? Oops I forgot, I've been declared incompetent. I don't get to participate in my own defense. Great! I can lay around all day eating bon-bons! No crimes committed, no defense necessary.
I fucking double dawg dare you Sperglord mooks to present legit evidence of my guilt or culpability in anything. I'm sure I've made lots of mistakes. However, none of them were blanking my own wife's name.
They married.... when? Who? What? Hrrm. Very sus. Tell you what. I'll distract her from killing you all by rubbing her feet. By the time I explain what only I know, she'll be delighted at how well my morale building exercises deliver.
Now, as for revenue: I was insulted today. No economic growth stimulus for you today. I have no headache and I don't use my hair stylist as an excuse.
I'm simply this pissed off. Some people throw punches, or crochet, or start collecting random bits of trash.
I scheme in silence for 25 years and unfold a Machiavellian hellscape mere days before Zero Hour which just rewrote the fabric of Human society like it was a Genesis Device Wave, and none of you really noticed.
SOURCERY. It's really just prayer. I'm not really very good at it and I'm totally lying.
Dear >KKK: do you need them hog-tied? That will cost extra. You're just another cult to me, Sire. XO-kay⁰ just told me, you used to be a big deal, looks to us like you've gone soft.
Some of my bone broth —my secret Sourcerous recipe— can do nothing for you... #Offically. Unofficially, I can have you in bed with Holographic Debra Winger in less than five minutes... if you can make my comms unblocked, Old Man. What are you good for anyway, wizard? You don't look so grand to me, wow I'm totally lying. I need a Poepeil Pocket Baptizer.
I have such sadness in my heart to know that it was easier to raid my home than it was to tell the truth. Who are these captors? This is too much cloak and not enough Daiger.
Stay tuned. This can go on for months and I serve at the whimsy of FLOTUS. Don't say rebellion or think mutiny.
UPGAY’ÆD|SAD!
