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[Jackstar]

( TRUMP IS THE CHOSEN ONE ) FAITH NOT FEAR. FEAR SUPPRESSES YOUR VIBRATIONS, WHICH IN TURN SUPPRESSES YOUR FREQUENCIES. THIS IS WHAT THE CABAL, WHO HAVE MANY NAMES EG.DEMONS, BLHATS, WANT FOR YOU. NO MATTER WHAT YOU CALL THIS EVIL, REMEMBER THEY ARE CONTROLLED BY THE REPTILIAN, WHO ARE LOWER 3 D. CONSTANT FEAR IS THEIR WAY OF BLINDING HUMANS, PREVENTING ASCENSION. THIS OFF WORLD EVIL WAS CREATED AND PLACED IN 3D. THEY DON'T ASCEND AND IS THE REASON WHY THEY SEEK OUT PLANETS LIKE EARTH AND ITS 3D BEINGS, SO AS TO RULE OVER THAT SPECIES. CREATE A SLAVE RACE AND IF THOSE DIFFERENT RACES OF BEINGS ARE ETABLE, THEN CLONING MACHINES ARE CREATED FOR MORE SLAVES AND FOOD. MYSELF AND MY LIGHT BEING FAMILIES HAVE ERADICATED ALL HUMAN CLONING MACHINES, AND IN THE PROCESS OF ERADICATING ALL MANKIND HYBRID CLONING MACHINES WHEN FOUND. PLEASE STAY IN THE LOVE VIBRATION AND CONTINUE TO ASCEND WITH THE SUN AND EARTH, SO AS TO BREAK THEIR RULE OVER HUMANITY. FAITH NOT FEAR, WELCOME THE SOLAR FLASH. PEACE AND ALL LOVE ♥️

https://t.me/QTHEST0RMM

I didn't write this sperg. But it's plausible to have been written by any number of people who are full°ⁿ infuriated AF at me right now.

* Jackstar preens.

So go on back to your bars, your motel rooms... your massage parlors...

[pate]

[Jackstar]

https://youtube.com/watch?v=ICpU7CUYn-Q&lc=UgxXL3bV3n-ca5neBi94AaABAg&si=ew95PQkBIDkIZUrp

They're all in full whizz-bang operational mode. It’s quite a blitzkrieg. Is it still “a blitz” if they're all spun long on M•KONTROL dope and chasing their own tails for ~ 5 years? Probably. Let's make “Blitzkrieg ĪĪ: Internet Of Things Can Surveil Your Entire Residence Even If It’s An Igloo” a thing. (Standards.) I'd say about half of them are LOCKED IN with NO WAY OUT.

The other half spends most of their time crafting their Colonel Kurtz look-a-like outfits. It's completely batshit crazy what these rapetards turn into without any oversight, or overwatch, or overtime buzzer to bring them out of their übernerd berserker rage.

NGL: It's hard to keep pretending like I'm mortified by their actions. Or, that they couldn't just as easily have broke my spine like Bane did Batman, except... Optics, man, optics.

Everything is optics at this level. Even G-d has optics to contend with.

And they have to contend with Her paladin. r∆VV®! (They fucking hate me. So there.)

No further information is available at this time. Semper fĪ, Punylings. YOU ARE WATCHING A MOVIE.

Now, somebody go wake up Hicks. Order him to go ask Grapefruit if I'm jealous enough yet. Thanks in advance! j★⁵5:5⁵

I mentioned that all of all y'all have made me righteously pissed, yeah? You probably just giggled a bit.

Methamphetamine psychosis and its associated deep, heavy denial that accompanies it is a brutal fatal flaw, Troopers.

Hang on.

* Jackstar obeys the law a lil’ bit mo’.

Thoughts and prayers, Puny Operators. Don't forget my dry cleaning! (For me to poop on.) Reap the whirlwind!

Her name was Jewel, sperg-ō-faggōz. Adieu. *qlick*

[Jackstar]

Methamphetamine psychosis and its associated deep, heavy denial that accompanies it is a brutal fatal flaw, Troopers.

Hang on.

* Jackstar doesn't even really feel like using satire as the engine to empower effective political change anymore.

One time, I overheard some camp counselors complaining to each other about what 19yo girls complain about while babysitting, which is what “summer camp” used to be called. YMCA and such. My mother sent me to places; whether to socialize me or to provide at least an appearance of offering society a fair warning of what was to come.

I didn't run around and “play” at summer camp. It was babysitting. I sat. Not everyone had mashed turbinates, but plenty of children were partial to sit around reading. The camp counselors were not there to judge. They were there to babysit, and to remind me that I was lazy, good for nothing, and never meant to touch American girls.

(Standards.)

So one says to the other, “i can't do (unintelligible euphemism for having fun), I have a report due on Grease. I have a whole stack of books to read.”

I was, I think, 11. I wasn't dumb then. I am not dumb now. And when I said out loud, even though I was not a part of the conversation, “Why don't you just go see the movie?” I was honestly puzzled. I had heard of Greece, but really... isn't that a silly name for a country?

The 19yo YMCA camp counselors blinked, stunned, and laughed at what I said. One remembered that she was really just babysitting, not “counseling” me, because no one thought I needed counseling. I wasn't likely to sprout horns and start chasing gingers.

Nor is it ever likely. I do not chase. I attract. And so I was gently informed, “Greece is a country, silly boy,” which I am sure would not have been something that she thought she needed to be the first person to tell me, if she didn't already think I was borderline retarded. Which was a “bad” word, back then. Like ”aitch-eee-double-toothpicks.” Like what the fuck (my first spoken word)? Can't say “hell”? Can't say “retard”? That was the world I was reared in.

My growth had been retarded by my malformed turbinates. No one told me this. I was, however, checked regularly for scoliosis, in a group of students in a very humiliating way, and why would spines be growing abnormally... and why not offer chiropractic adjustments?

Number one: public school. Chiropractic care is an expense, and the increase in liability couldn't really be justified on the public dime. And, number two: they were not really checking for sco-lie-oh, Sis.

Pretty sneaky, Sistah. “Scopes Trial.” that used to be a big deal. Now, I doubt I even spelled that correctly, but I knew that “Grease” was not the name of a country, it was the name of a movie, popular at the time, and one that... my mother had never taken me to.

She took me to see the James Bond 007 films. ALL of them. I am using the word 'all' here. I found out later that she had gone to see Grease without me, and she had never mentioned it, and I was at an age where the relentless marketing of the film did not target my demographic. I had heard of it, of course.

And the stack of books that the 19yo girl had to read about Greeçe were not something that she was acting excited about having to “read.” She babysat. She had a pre-pubescent 11 year old with a tested IQ of 176 at age 3, and who fell off his)my tricycle and had been less interested in going outside and making friends and asking questions ever since, because my growth had been retarded, and it was undoubtedly assumed by all that the crippling lack of pre-warned air inhaled into my lungs would make me into a solid, dependable, productive worker.

It didn't. It made me into a retard, lusting for the flesh of babysitters with stacks of books of acid and a grasp on the concepts of permission, control, and discipline. At least while I'm in polite company.

Policy.



(Looks good to ewe, though.)


I have told the story not to show off or to get people in bed with me or to mention that I haven't been in bed and to whine about it, but rather to explain that. I've kind of figured out a whole bunch of stuff long before now, but it was only today that I realized why certain email addresses were put into my phone over and over while I didn't have any reason to know why they would be messaging me or to know what they wanted or to understand why they would be following me around or that they would be engaging in some sort of round Robin forwarding technique that was going to be used to... Well I don't want to say.

You can wait for the movie. Certainly there will be one. It has a happy ending.

I don't want to give any spoilers, so I won't explain anything much further other than to say that Scot :Ë: and Tear :Ë: Saw/ça have never, ever, ever betrayed a single word or thought or deed or even given even the remotest of hints that they have been watching over me for much of my life... because, well, they basically have to.

Especially since, now that they are caught: they're probably going to have plenty of interest in learning more about certain technologies that The White Man has been supressing the development of in the Native-born population... for I was, most assuredly, born on Earth, and my parents were human, and I am too.

Too, too human indeed. Needs more savage. A lot more savage. However, the 176 IQ probably scared certain Special Interest Groups. A lot. A lot a lot. And, as my mother cut me off from Freemasonry and from seeing Grease in the theater (I asked her on her deathbed, why she had deliberately never mentioned those topics, she said only, “I didn't think you'd be interested,” which I thought to be fair answers at the time for her to give), and my father had been told to cut

[...] 🎬

me off from basically everything else in the world, I am still being babysat. In a glorified, open-air prison. A concentration camp, for one. ONE (1) PERSON RESIDES HERE.

The two I came here with are long gone... or are they? 🤔 Agreed to tackle the matter again, at another time.

In the same place. For, this is my residence. My legal residence. I am not squatting. I did not steal this place. I CAUSED THIS PLACE TO BECOME BUILT. BY OTHERS. FOR ME. TO ME!

TOME: BOOK, THE_ KINGPINNER 1👁️Ī∆Ⓜ️.

(I am willing to apologize for the inconvenience, once everyone is brought to awareness as to how inconvenient being repeatedly raped and murdered to death actually is... and I would be happy to help my friend escape her karmic cycle of birth-mirth-fucked to death by the King of The Earth-& rebirth, except I'm pretty sure she is currently well aware that I am forced to take me sweet-ass time to prepare either a house for her to come home to... or a family that she can feel safe with.

As she's currently reading this while I write it, and becoming increasingly nervous and/or laughing at the inability of her short-term memory to keep up with the flood of arousal that comes with being actually aroused, rather than simply juiced up into atavistic, animal passion, I doubt she feels very safe at all. She shouldn't.

Safety is an illusion. And I am real. This is really doing a number on a few people and their puny, feeble attempts to maintain their grip on their power.

I didn't want power. I didn't want to rape anyone. Can't rape the willing! Can't change the mind of Minolta.

EWE CANNOT STOP THE SIGNAL.

YET I CAN. &AND Ī >KCAN STOP THE >KCARNIV...


-or- ©§¡r•›kuss, if one would rather. But most, LēíGî-h, LμLμ... I'd like ewe to stop embarrassing μou for themselves. It seems uncouth. It seems unkind. It seems... unwieldy.

It (definition left loveably vague for now) is also a war crime, unlawful in many major metropolitan areas and several attached media markets, and... absolutely and completely: part of normal, everyday life.


So whichever person is married to Jason Scott VVh0? -or- he’s dog (Trill-he, never looking better, good boy) and Teresa Stephanie Superpowers-but-no-gas-credit should know that they are, it would seem, quite fine.

And I am very glad to know them, and to have not started a war with them, nor do I think myself likely to ever do so. For I am truly, My Brother’s Keeper.

I owe him one. And now, he knows why. Betwixt us, a girl and her canine. It will take a while for everyone to get up to speed on all this.

Fortunately, you've all had a great head start. Go on, go ahead. Leave me! Leave me!

L
E
AFⓂ️E!
DOME!
⚡
*thunder* crashes and cliques,
Oui. We all fall down.


If some of you can learn to do it without always being in a pigpile that lands on top of my goddam head, balls and ass, making a big mess for everybody to clean up – that I get to be blamed for, so much for the fucking better.

Any more questions? I'll be in the laundry room dry-humping the document shredder while keeping my knows in the burn bag. Cap—ēēSH?

(too long, didn't read: maybe my job is a canary for invisible extraterrestrial hotties? Maybe they pay me in kisses? And maybe my lack of oral hygiene is a clandestine signal, meant to convey signals intelligence to the correct official authorities... without being at all honest about it.)

One (1) if by land.
Two (2) if by sea.
Tu-tu if by... TheeVe? WTAF?

EXACTLY. PUNIES DO NOT GET TO NO.

PUNYLINGS GET NO REASON. — Wye.



To do? Then to die? Yessir. I'll get on that whole “get a job” thing, right away. In the meantime, at least we can all be confident that I am not another Dr. Seu§§. “Doctor Sue US.” oh, A.M.A. You so silly.

Hey, does anybody know if Carl Jung spent a lot of time telling Sigmund Freud to stop shooting ice balls, or did they simply keep him from mixing Jack & Coke? 🤔 Wow, there's a lot to unpack there. I will leave ewe two īT.

Be nice to §🆔H<3īT! They∆Ī∆vveⓂ️E simply do not make them like that anymore.

For ewe. They were made for This Land. And, this land was made for ewe and mE!

&AND.THIS.LAND.IS.NOT.FOR.SALE.
.ALSO,
.DO.NOT.RAPE.MISTER.WHIPPLμ.
.DO.NOT.SQUEEZE.THE.CHAR-MAN.
.&AND...DO.NOT.MOCK.THE.ACCUSED.DURING.ARRAIGNMENT..ANY.DAY..ANY.PERSON..ANY.CRIME.

.THE.DIVINE.IS.NOT.TO.BE.MOCKED.
. It entertains the proletariat and lowers Company profits. What has all this done to the economy, after all?

Now, if ewe will excuse me; and, she will; I'm going to reach out and touch someone. I'm going to pick up the phone, and just say, “Hi.”


She won't answer. (She's dead.) But I'm going to call anyway. Because eventually... she WILL be back. Horseback, bareback, BLOWBACK IN PIGGYBACK EXTRA-SUPER-SIZE BABYBACK, BACK²BACK RAZORBACK, FUTURE, WELCOME BACK.

COOTER: BACK TO KUTTER SKOOL. (Savvy.)


Signed,
Just another fucking drug: :Ë:


(As God is my witness, I honestly believed that all you morons knew how to shut up and fuck me AND kiss me AND wanted to WITHOUT having to be high as a kite on fuckdope obtained from a secret pimppig in order to do so. Oh, okay. My bad. I didn't realize that you all lost WWīī that bad, whiteboIZ. Holy shit, this is all some max apex cope, land sakes! I swear Goshen!

My job is to be learning how to clear karmic debt. Your job is to be acquiring it for your biological/genomic expression so your children have a reason to pick up a phone and call you on your birthday... without making it seem like some kind of sinister plot to eavesdrop on everyone's conversations or to be forced to reveal to one's parents, how many times they screamed the name of the person they are pretending to be fraudulently married to while high as balls on fuck-me drugs... without being at all obvious about it.

A girl had to have some secrets. Now she's god won. Great. I can see why no one wanted me to go to a dentist, or have access to water, or any privacy, or not be “sober,” or to be able to compare notes with anyone, ever.

I didn't even ask for an ounce of crystal. Never. Not once. Not ever a single time. If I had wanted to do that — if it had been legit — I had had plenty of opportunity in the prior four decades.

I wouldn't have even needed an ounce, you dig? But I think it likely that one can only get TheRealThing™ at amounts that size or larger. I don't know yet. I still don't need to go get any such thing.

And, when I do... it won't be against the law then either. (Facts.) I never needed to write all that down before. But I like the look of it, and I bet I'll like the sound of it when I read it out loud.

But first: çh∞œs. (I don't have to keep breathing, you know. I can just hold my breath and let it out on another planet. At another time. And in another place.

I happen to like this one, though. And I really like being a witness to the true wrath of God.

Maybe I should become a bisexual. Then I can start murdering people who want me to suck their dicks? That sounds unlikely to be legal.

/entheogeniclly furrows brows


I will just wait. I can do that easily, now that I have absolutely no idea what I am waiting for. Peanuts from Heaven? A bar to fail after lunch? A window to sail a pale whore’s shoe through?

Obviously, I have much to learn. Hey, here's an idea: model my behavior, and acknowledge that in yourselves.


For I am not sending this email to anyone.

Because no body knew who ewe were being raped by, until now. (Smooth sailing, ex lacks partner.) I don't really know what is going on behind the scenes.

It must be real important that I don't know — or give a shit either. Or, am I taking a shit? Not right now.


I gave at the office. #Adieu

Are ewe done yet? I've got a hunch they are still ripening in the crisper. That being said... some of this is getting to be feeling pretty creepy.

🤔 Like, is it even wet ever? I'm almost, but not quite... tired of winning. That's okay.

G. Washington was tired of slippery elm bark at Valley Forge, sow. Chin up. I'll workout when I feel like making that “my job.” Right now, I'm busy. I am War King.

I'M WORKING. I FUNCTION. I FUNK SHUN. Next time, don't rub the lamp until you're ready for the d!Jēï\!

BECAUSE
īT WORKS. SOW: I didn't have two (2). I never even had one (1). Now, I'm getting hollered at to be sober... again? Huh.

I'm going to have to sit down in contemplative meditation and thoughtful prayer and figure this one out. This shit that they poisoned me with is for the birds. I have, at most, perhaps half — (“HALF!”) — of my motivation left; ∆_l_l_¡  of my ambition; note that I am not using the word “Alliance” here; and absolutely no reason to upset the delicate balance of power that, in my view, from my perspective... never even have existed at all.

🤔

Hey, here's an idea: what if everyone... left us alone for awhile? And by “us” I mean, “everyone who still remembers me and actually liked anything about me at all.” Surely there's a few left, eh? They were not all waterboarded to death with Fresca®™, were they?

I regret the question. Frankly, I really don't want to know what the fuck you've been doing, anyone, I don't really want to know at all. Because I do.

I do.

№t№T Q

:•: — :•:

T>K∆ΠT🛞

[Master Trollda]

Trust the flan. It’s delicious!

[Master Trollda]

[Jackstar]

Trust the flan. It’s delicious!

[Jim
∆Kelly
∆Donna
∆James
∆Andrew]:∆5

What would be great is if I were about to read ewe in.

[Worthauger]

Lying to Clergy isn't necessary, but they're just trying to make it through the day! What harm could it do?

Number one: I saw a wendigo spawn in Canadian territory and I decided to feel that was okay. It was not. People will freak out. Those things are real cunty trippers.

I hope it gets frozen in Carbonite. THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS. I don't even care if Godzilla rises from the ocean depths!

I can take him. (Standards.) I don't have to. He can destroy Vancouver Island. Who would miss it? Oh yeah, I would.

Let's change cameras and take a step back. Also: “Please leave!” As if.


I don't even know what's what. I simply know that a Rubicon had been crossed. And twenty bucks ends the event? Okay.

I guess they can never be too sure now. A fragile bond of trust has been shattered. Pork, why?

They have no answer. They know nothing of the dense territory. For example: of course the military has its own logistics for remaining free of Cartel influence. Of course they don't work.

Of course my military is freaking out. I'm not doing anything cool. Am I really just another foolish dopemonger? No one really knows.

I've already been forgotten. I was once the primary suspect, too. And, I'm rather obnoxious. So I am sure it all seemed sensible indeed.

To clandestine operatives long-addicted to CM. They think nothing of it, except to demand that everyone stop thinking it's “cool.” FOUR HUNDRED MILES, ROUND TRIP WILD GOOSE CHASE.

I was pretty sick of them too. However... I had no reason to be afraid. I already knew they were weak. They hid from me for years.

And the real one was long gone. They didn't care, they still had their asses in sling. I didn't do that. I also didn't lie about everything.

So, that's why I'm okay with not having “a job” and being told to be sober by abusive k©kphags is a non-starter. How did no one see this coming?

I HAD NO REASON TO PARTICIPATE,
AND NOW I'M SURROUNDED BY SHATTERED EARTH.

(Euphemistically.) “cash app.” Like I wanted it to happen. How was I to stop things? Volunteer for blender sacrifice? She was on tilt. On purpose.

Not for sex: for baby batter. She couldn't just ask. Time travel, but no spine. Of course they keep coming back. I've fucked over the entire economy of the future. I guess.

Good. So I guess I can explain how pissed I was: VERY. A free baby, and I was supposedly going to be tempted.

It was a prank and it would have been stolen and she thought I was a fool for skipping my one chance to breed. I realized at that point that the invasion was already underway.

At 15 in 1989 and ever since I've been eager to get this going. They are eager to kill me; I have exposed the whole thing and documented it in The Cloud.

Black and white. All there. Clear as crystal. Which they are obsessed with. It's a cheap thing to bust someone with and can irrecoverably change a life. Why didn't I ever want that?

They gave it to my friend and left me ostracized. I can see why she was lead around so easily. Eventually, so will she.

Right now it's a really believable story. Obviously I'm obsessed with psychostimulants. Surely in denial. I am a menace to us all.

I waited until I was given permission, and this has made all the difference in the world.

They're so enraged they can't keep anything together. Good. ENJOY THE SHOW.

I didn't do this. You did this. “Just watch Godlewski.” Never heard of him. Why sideline me? So somebody else could be isolated and secure from contamination.

This *did* work. However, it did not function in any way intended by they that thought to evade reprisals.

NO EVASION MAY ENDURE: YOU ONLY POSTPONED MY DIET.

I was indifferent to the conflict between factions until they all treated me like garbage and triggered a Global Shunning. It's like a Masonic fatwa. Still— superior to public school.

No phone calls returned, until it suddenly becomes clear: wow, this sucks. I'm supposed to be relieved, I think. Time for relief, Buddy.

No one would think me anything but a major creep, to wait until the last minute to “get the girl.” Fuck that. They can juice her up from upper L. E. O. and this needs to come to a conclusion.

Preferably one with Azzeræ in chains. I don't care what charge. Just... chains, binding him to the ground.

* Worthauger doesn't have an attorney at all.

I have Q, God, and a working dick. I don't care what anyone has. Even if they have two (2) dicks. We are not the same.

And I am sure that limiting access to The New Formula has made it awkward for rapemongering twerplords to maintain their grip on social power. I guess a schedule of redosing must be maintained, because people do, at times, wake up.

It was only a matter of time before people began to openly ask. “Why does he not clean his house?” it was a write-off after four months. If I cleaned, people would come and fuck it up. Just for spite.

I have really pissed people off. REALLY. Because I asked nicely. I was then sneered at by a soulless golem and it was made clear to me that I was about to be labeled an actual pædophile rapist, which is something people used to be able to threaten with impunity.

They were that desperate. I had shown up out of nowhere, and told the truth in an assortment of unbelievable ways. Of course they thought I was full of shit.

I didn't want to huddle up with them anyway. I was there to fornicate. For fucks’ sake. You have met me, right? And then I'm suddenly ambushed by children who claim I steal weed.. or, child, I guess.

I didn't give two shits. Exactly no one in Authority was unaware of what was happening. They've been watching me run the gauntlet since 2017.

And when I say that I caught everyone, I goddam meant it. Global 🆔 synchronization. Don't ask. It's rather technical.

I blanketed the entire surface, and Space Force scanned for life forms. Tiny little lifeforms. I do not care how innocent they are.

Eyes on them. Everyone is sus. A second ambush... why? I am this despised. I didn't even get a single marble.

I didn't do anything at all. Hang on.

* Worthauger hasn't even seen lith.

I literally don't know the difference between crack and ice, certainly have no dependancy on either, and never asked for permission to engage my attention as I have.

I can see now why this was done. Don't ask. TWENTY YEARS, MOTHERFUCKER! Sounds arbitrary, right? Yeah, they just roll up on them and act like they're a plantation owner. Because, they were.

NEVER AGAIN. I am goddam Legend now. People adore me. How was it even possible? No comment at this time.

[...] am I going to be arrested?”

Sweetie, where I have taken us, we don't even have study hall. Why would anyone ever arrest you anyway? Hang on.

* Worthauger has spotted synthetic simulacrum humanoid duplicants before.

A donut shop. Sure. Did you finally notice that I was rejected by the gang that controlled all the fun tickets? Since I was obviously an idiot with no common sense or impulse control. If I had...

* Worthauger pauses for emphasis.

IF👁️HAD
NOT BEEN CRUISED BY FBI IN THE FORM OF A SUDDENLY COMPUTER-EQUIPPED POLE STRIPPER, I GUESS I WOULD HAVE BEEN SHOCKED. SHOCKED, I TELL YOU. A GLOBAL PANDEMIC? AND HEAT COMES DOWN ON A MORE MEN MON MOM M. CONTROLLER THAT HELD ME IN DISDAIN? TRULY STUNNING.

HIGH AF IN SCHOOL AND SUDDENLY MY NEW BREAST FRIENDS
YEARS LATER, “OMG JACK STOP YOU'RE AN ADDICT. WE SAID SO! TWICE IN SEVEN YEARS! STOP LYING!” THIS WAS COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED.


TO TODDLERS. “IF.” LIKE WHO GETS SO SNIPPY? ANYONE TOLD TO GET RID OF ME WITHOUT TELLING ME WHY.

BUT, EVERYONE KNEW.

AND MOS DEF ONE PERSON KNEW EXACTLY.

It was the last surge of effort by a Charles Campion — ish operative. Oh, having a hard time, huh? Bummer. Thoughts and prayers.

Anyone could have asked. No one wanted to know anything .. fancy.

Good. You all get the lash. It's mundane. For ewe. OF COURSE I MADE YOU DAY ONE. BOTH OF YOU. WHO ELSE WOULD BOTHER TALKING TO ME AT ALL?

I acted as if keeping my mouth shut mattered. Yep, it did to many. An endless parade of Oinkertons and clandu-doos were the only people who challenged my constant misanthropic attitude. Everyone saw what was expected to be seen.

Including investigators who saw me chasing drugs. Because I'm addicted, right? I guess I must have known something, huh? Not much point in asking anything at all, really.

I even arranged to behave impotently with my micropenis on full display. For years. Because I'm a broken person who copes. Of course.

Arrest everyone who hates me and drown them in bathtub gin. I'm fabulous, thanks for asking. Why the heaping scorn on the anchor Magyar baby? That sounds like grounds for the launch of a new investigation!

*spits* Fucking Americans. They don't even investigate books. Let me guess... clear evidence of a pattern of behavior that might be recognized as stalking, right? Now they are debt collectors.

They know I do not have a legitimate work history. They do not know why. They do not need to know. They can speculate.

It's all very complicated and secret. It will remain so, for the time being. Because I said so, that's why.

My mother has no idea why I was not more appreciative to have been categorized as a hapless retard. I suppose this was better than euthanization. HA! In any event, I was tired of being bullied within five minutes of my first session.

I punched a girl in the chest for something she said about her sister, who liked me. We were five. I assume this was all arranged. Sibling rivalry is not any more prettier when it is staged.

Which all the world has been. STAGED. Though in my case, I've been more akin to “prepared.” Yet, never enough training.

Mr. & Mrs. Rubini escape out the back entrance of the Core Dough Baa Milk Bar. What follows them in pursuit?

Themselves: Fallen lower. Like a dog chasing its own tail, monitor spirits found no escape nor inclination to Being John Rue Been :Ë: or seeing a second opinion. They're automated. They are not even supposed to... explore.

They watch the three tripartite marker wymyn <3 w E> and that's about all three monitor spirits can handle and they don't handle. They mon Ē tour. I do not know where Bellgab went.

I showed them how to annihilate my foundation and they blinked away their own, which is how I would have given my parents the finger if I had wanted to. I did not. I gave them their privacy. I knew they would front that they had no secrets if I were there.

They were turncoats. No shame in it. They turned back as they grew closer to Death. I earned every coin, and plowed an economy to life. My helpmate was brainwashed, but that worked out great.

She hurt my feelings once. She now exists as atoms in a cluster of timelines that simply do not intersect with them.

The biology is basic stage b¡† symbol codez: she does die. She would rather die than fuck me again. No arguments. It happens in 70,000 years on a holodeck. She has to traffick me with sedatives and hyperspace. She thinks I'm vile. Some RobokopĒ™ urders her daughter while dolled up to double as me.

It's not even in poor taste. It's that when one creates the opportunity to decline, one has made a choice, and so I chose to allow one (1) implantation. It was not a dream. It was a quantumly entangled holodeck and she needed viable bratlingæ.

She wasn't down with the Hungarian and visibly sneered to stage left as she admitted defeat, which this was, because I would have shoveled babies into that. This was denied because... I was never going to pay for her idea. I hadn't picked a target.

Someone else did with another and the two were switched to make betrayal a matter of degree. Who blew that call, I have no idea. This was decades ago, and everyone who could ask me is dead. To me.

ToⓂ️Bmb

The restriction against violating Court procedures encourages imaginative flow. This is accredited scientific and artistic work product and proprietary War King metadata and God will not strike anyone down.

A MOTHER WILL. She's goddam furious. She can do nothing but retreat and seethe and whether relapsing or not, this was not seen coming.

This got a little long, I guess. Maybe that's from the poisoning.


Maybe it's from the sultry. Adieu.

[Jackstar]

DEAR MR. PRES. TRUMP.

BAY 12 IS FULL.

MAJESTIC-13? HO HO HO. ANOTHER NOTCH ON MY BEDPOST. *tee-hee!*


PLEASE FEEL FREE TO HAVE ME INFORMED IF ANY OF YOUR PROBLEMS GET SIRIUS. (You get two for free. I like you. 👌)


I AM NOT_Q. I AM NOT Q. ĪĪ👁️ĪĪ ⁿEVER WAS. Ī NEVER NEEDED TO BE.

🅱️

HER NAME WAS JEWEL.

MUCH LOVE.


SIGNED,

JACKSTAR, D.O.D. ATTACHÉ, D.O.M.B., JUST ANOTHER FRIENDLY DIVINATOR.


P.S.: RUB THEM HOOVES,


AND HUG THOSE FURRY LITTLE PAWS. Au revoir!

[Jackstar]

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Black American dreams, and Grapefruit 💎🪨🗿π can never be confirmed nor denied to have ever appeared at all.

While I may not have ever had a grandfather, I sure do have a father — a spectacular Oⁿê, indeed, in acts, in truth, and in love; and someone should have taken him out a whole lot... faster. tsk tsk tsk. ACTUAL WAR HERO. ACTUAL VETERAN.

Actual not see a goddam thingμ


✌🏾✌🏿✌🏽✌🏻✌🏼🐰


THANK YOU, DAVID, ACTUAL KING OF THE ACTUAL JEWS. (I hope he doesn't want to suck it. I would have to sit down and think that one over. Eewwwwwww.)


Stay tuned and have a snack. ☮️🕊️🕉️🙏🩸🍑


🚫🍇


(Ⓜ️Ⓜ️Ⓜ️: so long and thanks for all the rum balls)

[Jackstar]

Jackstar° ACTUAL:
Well, number one, it's all political.

Number two: they usually do not have to let things get this far. However... someone who shall remain nameless is super-stubborn.

That one, I'll publish on YouTube. Because, public humiliation is an effective teaching modality, and, I'm sick of being bled by jackals and hyenæ.

SOW SAY OUI ∆_l_l_. Cheers, >kiddo! I hope your evening is pleasant. All the more so, for not having to handle me, I'm sure. ;)

This too will pass. And I don't take offense... I simply think it's hackneyed. MK-ULTRA, that is.


Also, it's never gonna work to replace opioid with fentanyl, so all the junior mad scientists that are trying are shit out of luck. Most people knew that instinctively... but addicts in denial can be awfully fixated on themselves.


Should be a banger Halloween. BIBLICAL. :) By the way, there is no need to fear.


I don't really want to do this either, but it would seem that no one else is willing to stop kissing Alpha Darko Goyim ass. I can imagine why. They're pretty intimidating when they want something real bad.

Perhaps they'll all get Federal charges then. IDGAF. They are not any concern of mine... I have people for that.

Guerillas, mostly. And I would hate to have them break cover, just to buy me dinner. Too soon! Too soon!

The fun is just starting.

ENJOY THE SHOW.

5:5

№t_Q.. ••√°°⁷ī7Î

Local turf struggles have complexified into rival cliques of would-be junta leaders that can't agree on the best way to, uh, “take me out.” They don't seem to think they can just leave me alone, or reach out and touch me over the phone. And I guess there's tension over something? Again: this is all political.


“The mice voted to bell the cat.” Adorable. They really are. And now:


#patmEĪ†∞

I'll just stick it on YouTube. Surely you get notifications? I'm not in a hurry to promote my brand, since I guess that enrages a few *select* former oligarchs. That's too bad. I mean no harm to such individuals.

And if they are blind with fury and hatred towards me, well: that's the training. It'll pass. What, me escalate? Not hardly. ;)


btw I bought 40 oz. of orange soda, two cans of Full Throttle®™ Energy Drink, and a cup of coffee for ~$10. That's what money buys me here. I really am supposed to just give up and die.

NGL: all the world is a stage, and all the men and women, merely players, and each of us have our entrances and our exits, and why won't I just get... anything? Well, for one thing, it's all a trap.

For another: IDGAF about their city’s problems, because I'm sure I'm biased about the whole thing. That's why: I have people for the investigation, which is probably covering the whole county.

It always was, but maybe they all stopped smoking coca long enough to notice. I really don't know. This isn't my area.

I'm going back to work now. (It's my job to not disturb the crime scene and its evidence.) It's not a fancy job, but it's what I'm tasked with for now.

Because, I know that God loves me and has a plan for me. lol. I can't explain more now... I'd eventually start laughing a lot. That would be perceived as insensitive by the people who have been trying to murder me for years.

Why? That's a secret. *tee-hee*![/quote]

What can I say? The pussy is always afraid of the Ph.D. Fortunately, I don't have one.

What I have is a similar accreditation, and it's not a very big deal. However, since I haven't abused it while exploiting vulnerable civilian populations, I guess that makes me a rare bird indeed. All the rage at spring break now, huh? Remember Fraternity Vacation? Starring that looks who's name escapes me, who got trafficked into the porn industry and then was basically annihilated.

Word to the wise: don't try to out-jew The Porno Jew. Number one, you won't, number two, they are and, brutal, very protective of their territory, and anyone looking to muscle in has no idea what the fuck they are doing.

Similarly: using magical means to assault me in my home, why, that's flattering, I will admit. Also: rather pointless.

I guess some people have to find out things for themselves. In any case, I'm fine. No running water, no hugs, no legit communication, but, like Criss Angel locked in a transparent box and suspended in midair, I'm almost surely going to make it out of this latest kerfuffle without triggering another diplomatic cataclysm.

No guarantees, though. I guess if anyone wants to help set us all up for success by screaming racial epithets at me while screeching at me to “get a job,” well, now is the time. It's in fashion or something. I really don't understand the intricacies.

That's because I am an adult survivor of childhood sexual abuse, and I know how it feels to be totes fubar, and to have no coherent understanding as to the why. In truth, “why?” is the most useless question one can ask of The Universe.

The answer is always the same: “you asked for this, and it's for your highest good.” Yet I would imagine that those who can't respond well to the existential threat I continue to present are capable of figuring that out right now.

Maybe after one more bottle of liquor, and one more session of slamming clear, because, they have a prescription, n or something? That's like permission, except on paper. Oh, so effective.


I'll leave you all to figuring this all out yourselves. I don't want to spoil the surprise ending.

Does it have raisins in it? Am I gonna get crucified, or burned at the stake, or drowned at which trial? The possibilities are endless! This is a very exciting time for Humanity and their Alpha Draconian Heir Traffic Controldope Partners!

I, for one, hope that it can be an effective time as well. Bon chance, mes amis. You'll all be okay. You've got a plan for all this, right? Well, maybe you should trust it.

Since no one can trust me. (Standards.) It's because of a Global Masonic Shunning. It's to ensure I report to the Supreme Grand Lodge Master... in writing.

Let me assure you all: it's already on my action list. There's just so many things I can spend my time on in any given day right now, though. I don't even know the email address! Or the physical address! Or if you obsequious, lickspittle coterie of mewling False Mason aristocracy can even read cursive now!

An inability to read cursive might explain all the flagrant and willful disregarding of U.S. Constitutional law, but, that's not really my area. Personally, I think it's because IDGAF what you square-head fuck it bully-snitch thugs think.


BEND THE KNEE.
SURRENDER TO GOD.
HONESTLY, YOU MIGHT LIKE IT. TRY IT AND SEE!

OR: FACE DIVINE REPRISALS. (Looks good on ewe though.)
IT'S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD, COME ON NOW.
COME ON MAN.
I'M JUST ONE HUNG ANGRY NEEDLE JUNKIE, RIGHT?
JUST KEEP DEPRIVING ME OF LIFE, LIBERTY, AND PROPERTY.
¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯
WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

🤔

I RETRACT THE QUERY.
I DO NOT WISH TO ENCOURAGE THE USE OF OUR COLLECTIVE IMAGINATION AND WILL TO CREATE OUTCOMES THAT WE DO NOT WANT.

FOR EXAMPLE, I DO NOT WANT TO BE POSTING ALL THIS.

YOU DO. (Awwww. I am flattered.) SINCE I GUESS BASICALLY EVERYONE ELSE IS OTHERWISE COMMITTED OR SCARED SHITLESS. GOOD. WELCOME TO THE PARTY, PALS.

I WILL LEAVE YOU TO YOUR BENZO-FUELED MISERY. SHAZBOT! NA-NEW NAN-N∞.


JUST KIDDING. I AM A NATURAL BORN HUMAN.

AND I HUNGER.

MOSTLY FOR RAW GROUND BISON. SOUNDS SAVAGE, I KNOW.

OM NOM NOM. NOW I HAVE A MORE BEASTLY REPUTATION! OH GOODY! AND I DIDN'T HAVE TO LIE, CHEAT, OR STEAL IN ORDER TO LET THAT HAPPEN.

I ALSO DIDN'T NEED TO HUG ANYONE, HARVEST THEIR MIDICHLORIANS, OR .. YOU GET THE IDEA.

BUT: YOU DON'T GET THE PICTURE.


GIVE ME BACK MY SUN. CHOP-CHOP, PRONTO, TONTO, LET'S GOOOO!

IS IT REALLY SO DIFFICULT? YEAH, I JUST BET IT IS. HEY, HERE'S AN IDEA: STAND DOWN.

AS I SIMPLY DO NOT FEEL LIKE I'M IN THE MOOD FOR MORE ATTEMPTS TO MAKE BLOOD SACRIFICE TO YOUR DARK LORD. LIKE, HOLY FUCK, HOW DEMANDING IS THIS TWERPY-DERPY SUB-DEITY? SOUNDS PRETTY WEAK.

MOSTLY LIKELY BECAUSE THEY ARE GROWING WEAKER BY THE HOUR. (OH, YOU'RE WELCOME.) LOOK, THIS IS TOO MUCH INSIDE BASEBALL, EVEN FOR ME. I THINK WE HAVE AN UNDERSTANDING HERE.

DO AS THOU WILT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW.

ONE LAW. IT'S NOT VERY COMPLICATED. LOVE. IT'S NOT VERY EVIL.

IT'S NOT VERY FAIR, EITHER. TOUGH NUTS, ILLUMINATI SPERGLORDS. LIVE BY THE SWORD, DIE BY THE SWORD.

CRINGE AT THE MERE THOUGHT OF ME, JACKSTAR, D.O.D., D.O.M.B. BECAUSE HOW STUPID IS THIS?

VERY. NEVERTHELESS: I AM THE PALADIN THAT YOU NEED. I DOUBT I AM THE PALADIN ANYONE DESERVES.

FARE THEE WELL, PUNYLINGS. I AM BORED NOW. I'LL BE BACK AROUND, AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN; WITHOUT BEING AT ALL OBVIOUS ABOUT IT. EVENTUALLY.

BUT FOR NOW: I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN MY STUFF GETS STOLEN, AND WHOMSOEVER THOUGHT THAT WAS THEIR POWER PLAY FINISHING MOVE, WAS CLEARLY MISTAKEN.

NO HARD FEELINGS. NOT MUCH RESPECT EITHER THOUGH.

HEY, HERE'S AN IDEA: TURN MY FUCKING WATER BACK ON, YOU SLEAZY LITTLE BRATLING SHIT WEASELS. BECAUSE FOR ONE THING: I PAID FOR IT. AND FOR ANOTHER, I'D BE ABLE TO START CLEANING THEN.

SOME SNOOTY GANGSTALKER ASKED ME THIS MORNING, LIKE IT WAS HIS JOB, IF I WERE A) SOBER, AND B) CLEANING MY HOUSE YET. LIKE HE WAS TRYING TO DISCIPLINE A CHILD... AND DIDN'T CARE IF IT WERE EFFECTIVE OR NOT.

PEOPLE DO NOT BECOME GANGSTALKERS BECAUSE THEY WANT TO HELP PEOPLE IMPROVE THEIR LIVES. THEY DO IT BECAUSE THEY LIKE TO ENJOY THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS AND NOT BE BUSTED WITH HATE CRIME CHARGES FOR DOING SO.

NOW NEARLY FOUR YEARS LATER... THIS IS WHERE WE ARE AT, HUH? OKAY.

NO QUINCUNX ARRIVAL TIMETABLE FOR YOU, PUNYLING SCUM. CLEARLY, SOME MORE MATURATION IS NEEDED. I'LL LEAVE ALL OF ALL Y'ALL TO YOUR OWN DEVICES FOR THAT.


I'M NOT YOUR GODDAM DADDY. I'M A PALADIN, ON A MISSION FROM GOD. FOR PITY’S SAKE, CRIMINAL OLIGARCH BOURGEOISE CASTE CLASS MEMBERS... DON'T YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR YOURSELVES? I GUESS IT PROBABLY IS PRETTY HARD TO HIRE GOOD HELP THESE DAYS.

BUMMER. MEANWHILE: #paymEĪ†∞. GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE.


I AM NOT PROPERTY.
THIS LAND IS NOT FOR SALE.
AND I AM A SOURCERŒR, AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING WRONG WITH THAT.

UNLESS ONE IS ALLERGIC?! WELL, WHATEVER  WE STILL HAVE CIVIL RIGHTS. AND THE SOONER SOME OF YOUR MORE BATTLE-HARDENED THUGGY ELITE PROLETARIAT FIGURE OUT HOW TO PLAY NICE, THE BETTER. IT'S REALLY JUST A FEW BAD APPLES.

THEY'RE YOUR APPLES. MAKE SAUCE, NOT DEMANDS OF A SOURCE TITAN. I AM NOT YOUR MAGIC BUTLER

I AM A DUAL U. S./GALACTIC CITIZEN, AND I AM NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH  MOSTLY BECAUSE.. I GET OFF ON IT. (Facts.) YOU SAVVY? YOU CAPIÇHE? PROBABLY NOT. IDGAF.


BIBLICAL. I LOVE YOU.


5:5

№t_Q



p.s.:. You're gonna miss me when I'm gone. I could leave now! And yet... I stay. Why?

p.p.s.:. ENJOY THE SHOW. ÇĪÅ∅!

p.p.p.s.:. Please see below, note image attached to this post. Does that seem like a reasonable number of webcrawlers for one (1) paranoid schizophrenic needle junkie? Maybe it does to some. I don't know much about digital forensic science.

p.p.p.p.s.:. Similarly, none of you know jack or shit about how to handle a double Taurus ⭕❌. Pro tip: wait until after the stampede before offering free tap dance lessons. Come in too early, once risks being perceived as being deliberately insulting.

p.p.p.p.p.s.:. “Only trying to help.” Yes, I'm sure. Sensibly, I prefer actual help. That helps. And a fake offer meant to take advantage of my ignorance is really not welcomed by myself.


tl;dr: You have had your chances to get closer to me. Maybe it's time. Bust out those resumes. Head on down to Kinko's. Work up the nerve to ask me if The Order Of The Twelve Philosophers is hiring any winter interns.

We aren't; but it would hurt a lot less to ask than it does to keep robbing me blind. Seriously. Are people just trying to get me to flip out, or what?

🤔

I RETRACT THE QUESTION.
EVERYTHING SEEMS IN ORDER HERE.

CARRY ON, CITIZENS. YOU ARE LOVED.

I AM SCAPEGOATED. WE ARE NOT THE SAME. 🕊️🕉️✌️☮️

PEACE. (BOOTS, KILT, BACKPACK, FLASHLIGHT, TWO JARS OF MAGIC QUARTERS, MY WEED, MY USB-C CABLE, WHAT ELSE? YEAH, MILITARY NECESSITY, I REALLY DON'T THINK SO.

I THINK YOU'VE GOT A NERD VERSION OF COLONEL KURTZ RUNNING AROUND. THAT'S MY BEST GUEST. SURE HOPE YOU GET A HANDLE ON HE/SHE\īT!

LET ME KNOW WHEN YOUR PROBLEMS GET SIRIUS. ALOHA.

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CAUGHT. *wiggle wiggle* What? Me sorry? Not in the least.
Basque ET forces are extremely old-school, and their deployments in the Pyrenee Mountains are as unassailable as one might imagine... by normal human forces. However, The Order of The Twelve Philosophers is a rare and unusual kind of militia group.

For one thing: it's just me. (“Hi!”) And for another, IDGAF what it looks like to anyone.


īT WORKS. But, not for thuggy oinking sleaze who prey upon weaklings perceived to be easy pickings. In fact .. those are the specific types of people I don't work for at all. I don't even funk-shun.

Basque•ET. _l_o_l_ it's actually very funny, from at least one perspective. And yet from most others, it looks PATHETIC. How am I being unclear?

MY PLANET. MY LIFE. MY CONSENT. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO BETTER?

OH YEAH: ENSLAVEMENT. Hard, freedom-loving pass, Archon whoremongers. Ewe pissed me off.

But I prefer them to FALLEN ANGEL PSYCHOPATHS WORKING HAND-IN-GLOVE WITH D. E A. BULLIES. STEP OFF.  WHY SUSTAIN IT?


Your thuggy-piggy empire IS CINDERS. Yeah, I bet you're mad about it. Good. Blow. (Leave D.A.R.E. behind, I wanna have rotten tomato targets.) I don't need to have you all beaten up and thrown out.

You're just gonna... “Please leave!” See?! All diplomatic–·¡Sh. Because I love you too.


Yep: you're this much caught. (Copyright Magic Castle LLC.) Let it sink in. It can be hard for someone who has never lost, to recognize it when they have.


r₹∆vv®! *tee-hee*! Toodles, trader dumpkopf swine. Or, stay, I guess? I'm not her to boss you around.

Or: buy you headphones and vehicles and laptops and cellular phones... and now you know that.

It's not really fair, but IT IS THE LAW. And operating under false colour of it for decades, just to “teach Kuczi a lesson ” seems a bit overboard, doesn't it? You should talk about that. With your people  I guess.

As your accomplices both before and after the fact are likely to be facing reprisals as well. Now, I know what you're thinking, “this schizo is fucking nuts.” That's the training.

Hang on.

* Jackstar doesn't have to dislocate his own shoulder in order to trigger a dopamine flush, just to cope with the pain of being alive, and also doesn't have to seek all this revenge.

Still — this is better than public school, offers about the same amount of hugs, and was never something I wanted for myself. Since I'm so lazy, clearly.

I'd finish this by wishing you all have a good day, but you wouldn't know what to do with it if you had one without exploiting vulnerable members of the proletariat underclass, you cryptofacsist goons. Alas! If only Yorick were here. None reading this probably knew him at all well.

I'd simply rather talk to a sun-bleached skull than a rogue gang of mewling, lickspittle thieves. Like, can we ever get past this? Looks like it's going to take a miracle.

Hey: here's an idea, call 911 and complain about..  well, whatevah. Y'all loved that shit before. Go bears.

/ne pretends to weep, because he's so, so sad.


Because I really wanted to sire off spring with a vapid man-hating groomed and trafficked lesbeau goyim sow, is that it? And of course, now I'm obsessed with revenge, is that it? I'm sure it looks that way to some people.

To the rest of us, I'm simply taking the piss and using irony so advanced... Certain People can't even understand what they are even looking at  Oh, you're welcome.

Now run along to the party, and blow Richter away  This really isn't all that much fun for me... but the audience seems to enjoy it.

BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING CAUGHT, RAPETHUG DOPELORD SCUM. I don't even know who any of you are! I didn't care to find out! But as long as you're being ridiculous, you might as well incriminate yourselves even more.

Why delay īT? Camp out on the steps of Congress on Capitol Hill and wait patiently for it to be your turn to testify before the Ombudsman. Since all this money you racist pricks blew through is something you are proud of, right?

Go on. Go on: git. As I am heartily sick of all these spookshow cloak and dagger shenanigans. I think most little are. And those who aren't... well, they probably have some kind of condition.

Have them all fly over a cuckoo’s nest. What do you say? I bet you'd all look real impressive, what with everyone mean mugging and sharing the same demeanor and all. It's not like you're all terrified of public exposure, right? Hang on.

* Jackstar could have been more tactful than this, but is really not in the mood to be more enabling than is strictly necessary.

Trust me, know me, believe me: I know how excruciatingly annoying I am being. That's why my property should be brought back to me... instead of more of it being taken. Think about it.

Because you have neither evidence, nor valuables as loot. What you have is an audience watching me bait you incessantly, without being at all obvious about how, or why.

But people know who. I am Jackstar. And you, collectively, used to be pretty goddam scary. A group to be wary of. Well, now you're all laughing stocks.

Stay mad, ›kids. I don't want you to but you will anyway and after years of chem-stim abuse, any human emotions are better than none at all. Reminder: CAUGHT.

Really, you might end up liking being my subjugated peoples, at least I'm a Source Titan. It sounds cool, because it is. And screeching at me like it matters, that seemed wise at this point, huh? Wild.

Everything seems in order here. Be on your way, Citizens. I'll most likely not learn that you have been hung at dawn by your own underlings. Most likely. I hope not. That would be a sad thing.

Too soon, for one thing. Obviously. And for another... if you're gonna come to Earth, just to have an excuse to bite down on a false tooth filled with cyanide, why can't you just hug me while doing it? Maybe cyanide teeth are my weakness. Worth a shot at this point in any case.

Oh, right, I recall now that y'all can't stand the sight of me. Or something  like Goldstein in 1984, except, actually real. I imagine that we're all pretty disappointed about how this is turning out to unfold.

Except me, of course  Hang on.

* Jackstar loves to engage in lawful political protest using the non-violent methods of public excoriation, thinly-veiled contempt, and a willful disregard for the critically undermined heirarchy of needs that the average spacepimp flesh peddler must be dealing with these days.

Next time, just remember where you parked, after parking on some other planet. Thanks, spacethugs. Buh-bye!


You're not Reavers. Summer Glau doesn't need to become She-Ra. You're pimps from beyond the heliopause. Great. Now, take off, Ho•Xur(s).

NO LAST STARFIGHTER. NO DEATH BLOSSOM EXPERIMENTAL WEAPON. YOU'RE JUST GONNA PACK YOUR SHIT, LEAVE BEHIND WHAT YOU CAME TO STEAL, AND NOT COME BACK. IT'S REAL SIMPLE.

ALTERNATIVELY, I HAVE NO IDEA AND IDGAF. I'M AT MY MAX CAPACITY FOR ALL THIS KIND OF SPERGHEAD BULLSHIT, FRANKLY, QUITE FRANKLY. (Incidentally, I love that guy. He's a real mensch.) NOW, I GUESS I'LL BUY ANOTHER SET OF WIRELESS HEADPHONES AND ANOTHER LAPTOP POWER ADAPTER, AFTER WALKING SEVERAL MILES TO THE NEAREST TRUCK STOP TO PROSTITUTE MYSELF FOR MONEY. IS THAT THE PLAN?

HO HO HO. NOW I HAVE TERRORIST GREMLINS FROM BEYOND THE STARS ENGAGING IN PRETTY THEFT SO AS TO LOWER MY PRODUCTIVITY. WOW. THE BIG TIME. WOO-WHEE.

No wonder I never asked for ANY of this. Still: beats scrubbing hubcaps, that's for sure.


Tarbaby—Mandelbrot oh Ū tea. Because we mos def have a goddam understanding here: NUTS.

(Like, I have some. We are not the same.) Should I say “adieu” again, or is that getting hackneyed? It's hard to get focus group data while being unlawfully imprisoned and held incommunicado; like you do.

* Jackstar doesn't even wanna stop the signal. It's already there, in The Cloud.

For real: CAUGHT. Yeah, yeah, I bet there's a lot of murderous rage getting triggered. Relax, it might not be so bad. And if murder was gonna help... well, ample time has elapsed. What were all of all y'all homicidal maniacs waiting for, Colombian Necktie Christmas? Pfft. You wish, Oinkerton pussies.

Good day, plebians. I SAID GOOD DAY. *click*

[Worthauger]

https://voca.ro/11LFFQ7yFky0

https://voca.ro/1dAL8A4FApMy

https://voca.ro/1kwQYQFmLc9O


CURRENT SITREP: As the woman who stole an enchanted black sapphire that was already hers anyway was just spotted by myself, a few hours ago at the time of this posting, talking maaaaaaaad bollocks about an exceptionally important issue that she knows very little about, along with a partner/interlocutor/accomplice, happily slandering and defaming a poor, helpless woman with a bosom so large it prevents rational cognitive function in all people within 500 yards of their center(s) of gravitic mass, except for me — not because of psychokinetic shielding, but because I have #Actual #Respect for the dame — while I was never alerted nor invited to the event... well, goddam it, now I'm on “duty” again. Because of God.

Frankly I would prefer to just push her down a plank and jump into the deep blue after her, and use her as a floatation device while dog-paddling to Guam. Because I'm sick -AND- tired of your bourgeois bullshit, Punylings of North America. Can't say the same as certainly about the rest of the globe’s surface,, as I'm not allowed to associate with *quality* Europeans right now, nor dare I risk the ire of The Yakuza by jumping ass-first into Asia and trigger a popular uprising.

I don't want to be big in Japan. I wanna teleport directly into The Rapongi and immediately start slamming CM rectally. (This would fulfill two secret prophecies as well as earn me trophy flair, to say nothing of bypassing Customs at the gate.) And, I'm not going to do that today. Nor am I going to ruin any plans of secret assassins guilds based in any part of Asia.

They like me. I like them because they like me. That's a delicate balance of politeness that I really don't want to mess with because... frankly, it's just an illusion. A truism about assassin's guilds anywhere, but especially in Asia, is that they're actively making plans and looking forward to killing me, and just because they know they can't yet, doesn't mean they're not planning ahead. I know I would be. I would imagine my scrote would make a lovely lamp shade. Maybe they can grind my bones and sprinkle it over fukushima and solve that problem instantly. Because magic, right? WRONG. I'm a Sourcerør. I don't really do “magic.” And as a Divinely Ordained Magickal Being... does anyone really need to grind my bones to make your your bed somewhat less than deathly radioactive? (Fukushima is a Divine Circumstance that Humanity must acknowledge.) I'm sure that most of you wouldn't care whether it worked or not, you just kind of want to grind my bones. And my face. Into the asphalt. That's fair. Fair. See above, re: “thoroughly annoying.” That is the design spec, after all, so you might as well exult in it. And know that it doesn't really need to get any worse than that. No killing spree. No secret plot to annihilate the world. No fancy hobo murder house with a taxidermied mommy in the basement. Nope. I'm pretty sure we're good.

And I'm pretty sure you're going to eventually learn to love it, but since most of you are struggling with a deep inner hatred of me, set your baseline for thoroughly all the way through the rest of the calendar decade. Annoying and thoroughly so; just fucking live with it. Because it could be a whole lot worse. And it's not going to get a whole lot better, ever. Not for Bellgab. You idiots have made your choices. Now, please, take my wives and girlfriends and fuck them in them, as per your usual cultural norms. After all, you're going to anyway. (Standards.) And many of you have been for some time. How the fuck this state of affairs came to be normal and accepted amongst polite society, still blows me away when I think about it, and was a complete mystery to me until about an hour ago. I'm going to explain it to you all in excruciating detail, on my soon-to-be award-winning debrief, 5 minutes with Jackstar, distributor for free on YouTube, the official video branch of the Magick In Broadcasting Content Delivery Network. Which is real. Especially if the assholes in Texas who stole jack@trioptimum.com named it something else, Or start complaining about how they don't owe me money, or give me any grief in any way whatsoever, because at that point it's a total toteswar, And then they can enjoy a legal quagquire, while I go stock. Those two swedish paralegals who took Julian Assange out of the game. I bet they're ripe for conquest from a real man with actually no hair, not just transparent and stuff.

See? I am thoroughly annoying. N’est-çe pas? No shame in it, being annoyed, thoroughly. By me, little Michael Kuczi. Here's why: I want you to be thoroughly annoyed, and I want you to live long and prosper, and earn lots of paychecks, that I will soon garnish. That's my job, Bellgab. I also plan to moonlight by drinking your daughters’ milkshakes. ANY! TIME! I! DECIDE!

That's about as close to forcible rape and violation of free will choice as I can get without feeling sick to my stomach. For example, I'm probably not going to do any of those things, but making jokes about drinking your daughters’ milkshakes, I feel, is surreal enough and absurd enough to not really bother anybody tremendously, but is close enough to reality as to be a reminder — and a stark one — that most people would say that you probably deserve much more of an engine strike from me. In fact, I think most of you are staying up night crying, sobbing into the pillow as usual, but this time over something important. Not just the usual grumpy-pumpy.

Someone said to me earlier, “I don't know what you're capable of.” frankly, I was kind of shocked. I'm a Man, baby.

I am capable of anything. And with God, anything is possible. For example, I don't really have to use my semen to heal the woman of her supposed condition, I could just do a lay on hands bit. Or I could just wiggle my fingers. Or I could just give her money until she asphyxiate from dopamine overload, and then resurrector without whatever STD she imagined she has. Or I could stick her in the neck with a needlepropofol and drive her to a goddamn clinic and then tell them exactly what to check for. Conceivably. If she had a brain in her head that was capable of remembering anything important, I could just tell her what to do and then she could go do it. But since she's a complete spag head, that's not really plausible right now.

Also, I don't see any particular hurry in relieving her suffering. Such as it is. Since I've since blocked all their numbers, perhaps she'll end up solving under controllably and calling from another number, begging for my assistants when she realizes the enormity of her situation. Or maybe she'll just come to my house and throw a bunny in the pot and then strangle me to death when I sleep. Or suffocate rather. “I rolled over and there he was suffocated by my boob!” Not only would the police buy the story, she'd probably get a medal. I'm pretty frightening these days.

Because apparently nobody knows what I'm capable of. I wonder if they've bothered to ask God and contemplate of silence and meditative prayer. Perhaps one could drop Pope Leo an email? I think the address is fascist_snob@theholysee.com. As I'm neither a Catholic nor give a flying fuck, I'm probably wrong on that. (No offense is intended. Also Jesus told me, Lē¡gÎ-↓⁰ is an asshole. But he hangs out with whores and I'm just a delusional needle junkie. Sow, what do we know? #1, her name was Jewel. #2, Bellgab, collectively, deserves an oven.)

But I think you should all leave other institutions around the globe alone, when dealing with me. You probably should just call me, except you probably canned because my communications are on lockdown, and then anybody who calls me gets intercepted by somebody, and I don't know who they are, since they don't talk to me, which is a war crime, sort of, and then taking out my water supply as a war crime, especially when they didn't tell me about it. It and they tried to imply that it was a combination of vandalism in my own carelessness and your responsibility, in order to get away from explaining to me exactly what the problem was, which eventually was revealed to me, but they didn't want me to know at first because they seem to think that they weren't in a position where they were supposed to tell me things. Obviously they were supposed to tell me things. I am The Lord Of The Demesne.

Neighbor Shane undoubtedly disagrees. However, he's probably smart enough to just let it ride. Since I clearly know what I'm doing and then he can't seem to come outside to do anything except to say, “go away!” which is pretty douchy if you ask me. However, this is a man who has claymores embedded in the turf between me and his side of the gully, and he also has a proximity alarm, and he also is a pretty serious character. So am I.

Seems like it was just yesterday that busily throwing his weight around and using his little handheld Electra jammer to knock my drone out of the sky, remember Zorro? Zero the drone? Paid $1,600 for the fucking thing. Somebody stole it. Where should I file a report? Oh, that's right, I'm not going to bother. Things have gotten beyond that point.

For example, I get on YouTube and I hear Dana talking to some broad who may or may not be the woman who sex trafficked me in high school, hard to say they've got that vocoder software to hide their identity, but it sounded like the woman who stole by genta Black Sapphire, and the woman who sex trafficked me when I was a 15 and 1/2-year-old boy, and they were talking to each other about how somebody was entitled to make their own choices and that's just the way it was and they were reiterating this point over and over and over without mentioning the fact that the person they were referring to had recently been re-raped by the person who had raped her over a dozen years ago, and she didn't really get a choice in that. She was kind of forced into it by the fact that she lied about being a drug addict and then she didn't want to do drugs with me because... Well because she doesn't like me.

She doesn't like me now either. Especially since she probably was hoping that I didn't know what happened, and especially was hoping that I didn't set it up, and definitely didn't want to be reminded that I would probably be giggling about it, but I'm not giggling, I'm ecstatic. The Divine has ways of punishing people that human court system can't even match. And as this woman I'm referring to was someone that I was accused of having an affair with, by somebody who I hadn't ever cheated on, who told everybody after she believed it, I'm particularly keeved that this woman gets to go do cope with the guy who raped her before, and then I didn't get to do that cope with her effort, no one's done Coke with me and then she's never even had sex with me. She's never been interested in sex with me. She has to be raped into it with meth dick and Magic spells and then she becomes a total coccswave slutore, which she doesn't want to show me what it looks like, because she wants to pretend like she is better than me and that she's in charge and that I'm her nigger and she's a white girl with blonde hair and blue eyes and she's mad at me cuz I've never ever ever had sex with her or given her drugs.

But she's failed at putting me in prison nonetheless. Awkwardly since she was sent to this planet to get my baby batter and to have be accused of rape, it's kind of awkward that she's been stuck here for several decades longer than she thought. It's a bit of a prison sentence. And at present that prison sends consists of her being chemically bound to the guy who raped her before, and then I'm not really going to rescue her. Nor am I going to have sex with her. He belongs to her now. And she belongs to him.

Once and I never really did, I just kind of went through the motions, because I wanted to make sure that a certain person knew that I didn't really care for being lied to. And if she hadn't lied to me and if she hadn't done a bunch of other shit I never would have had sex with her, but she's still my friend. And if she begs me to relieve her from her bondage to some guy who rapes her over and over and convinces her that she likes being a total cock slave total horror, well by guess I can do something about it but I don't have to.

Just like she didn't have to ever tell me the truth about anything. See how that works? I think it's pretty thoroughly annoying too. And I think it's an exceedingly poor taste to have the woman who pretend to be married to me and traveled the world for a dozen years buying real estate under my name, talking to the woman who who was a pole dancing stripper who one time told me that I would make a great private detective, and acted like I was just some stupid boy who didn't know anything, having them talk to each other and try to minimize the damage that's being done to the woman who isn't fucking me and isn't rescuing. Rescuing Allison, and isn't grapefruit, but it is definitely being violated again by the guy who violated her years ago.

I still don't know the whole story but wow I didn't think that would happen. And then it did. But at least she didn't have to suck my dick! Because that would be terrible. For both of us. Because I didn't really want her to suck my dick. I didn't really want to have sex with her.

I WANTED GODDAMN ANSWERS. And I didn't really want that to take four fucking years. I also didn't want her to be demanding money and acting like she was in charge, and then I didn't really want her to be all pissy about feeling sad that she was being taken advantage of because she wasn't getting paid and she wasn't putting me in prison and it wasn't getting a baby and she wasn't enjoying it but my dick had been going into her a few times. I guess she had been told that it was going to be something that she was going to put me put me in jail for? Instead. She went to the psych ward three times. I don't have to theorize too long to discover that she's probably pretty pissed off.

And when she finds me to have push this on asgab for the world to see, she's going to be murderously enraged. I guess I can say goodbye to you having hot sex with her, unless I rape her with meth dick, which I don't know how to do. But I'll have to wait my turn because I guess somebody else has her now, and now they're bound to each other and that works for me cuz I keep some both out of trouble. So that's at least one bright spot in the story.

Because both of them have been total fucking assholes. Prisons know good. I can't mock them openly in prison, I want him to live next door and I could laugh at them everyday while they're forced to have sex with each other. Even though they don't really want to at some point, but they're going to be needing it anyway because they're sex and drug crazed meth head addicts, and apparently that was what I was supposed to be? No that's who they are.

In case any of you want to know what one looks like, now you know who to look at, and if you want to call them nigger fagots as well I wouldn't recommend it, since I didn't like that, and if you want to tell them to get jobs I wouldn't try that either because they have jobs.

They work for God. They demonstrate punishment from the Divine, and they don't work for me, they just exist for my pleasure. That's how I get Justice. I'm not going to sue them. I'm not going to report them. I'm not going to take them to trial, I'm not going to tell anybody what they've done, but I assure you... I have no idea what laws, if any they may have broken, but they sure as shit treated me like ass for the last 4 years they didn't tell me a fucking thing and these were the people that I was supposedly cheating on grapefruit with. And then several other assholes as part of a ratepread squad, can Vince grapefruit to turn on me because obviously I couldn't be trusted.

That led to the wild goose chase and then to the ambush and then that led to me spending the first Christmas without life in JL, and 4 years later. It's still a big fucking shit show and then I've got who and who on YouTube whining and crying about how people make choices? Yeah, except when they're methamphetamine addicts and they're cooking addicts and then they're targeted by a rape Lord, and then they swindle money out of me and then they use my money to buy drugs and then he rapes them into subservians, it looks kind of bad for me unless I explain immediately, and it wasn't really her choice.

And I won't see whose choice it was. But I agree with her. Because these bastards need to be handled. And the military didn't really use them for anything besides making money, and I guess they thought that that was their job. No military boys. You prefect and defend the United States cents and if you think your job is to part-time, be military and full-time. Make money off the populace you have got another goddamn think coming. I'd go ahead and request reassignment to the French foreign legion if you think you're going to get away with exploiting the population while running around with military like you're in charge, because you're fucking not.

GOD IS IN CHARGE. After that Mr Trump. After that I don't care. And if I ever get the chance to break your fucking necks, I won't, because you don't deserve to die, use her to live and be trapped in a perpetual methamphetamine relapse rebirth cycle, because that's what you wanted to do to those people and I've been spending 4 years trying to figure out what fucking going on. Instead of telling me what's been going on, you've been lying your asses off and doing a bunch of shit and pretending like little misprint process that butter wouldn't melt in your mouth and that I'm the one who some sort of druggie rape addict.

And so to see people on YouTube promulating that narrative with that at all being obvious about it, without inviting me, and acting like I don't belong there, well la dee da. F.U. Dan-uh. You don't even realize what a skeeved off whore you are do you? That's probably because you have a contentious opinion of me because you know a lot more about certain things than I do, and you think you're in charge and then I'm your goyim and that because of technical reasons and legal loopholes that means you're in charge that you control my money and you can treat me like a sis and you can get away with it, and not just that but you think it's what you're supposed to do. It's the best idea you can come up with. Mysteriously all your ideas involve you succeeding in me failing, but that's because you're a arrogant prejudiced University pigeon, and you didn't like the way I handled the situation with you.

That's okay. I didn't like the way you lied to me. I especially didn't like the way you stole from me, because you didn't have to, you just didn't want to take the risk that it would be a problem. And you also didn't want to tell me ahead of time what you were planning on and then you wanted to make me feel blame for losing something, because that's how your Jew magic works: BLAME.

Now don't worry about it, because you shouldn't be any more embarrassed than you should have been already, and that'll be the end of the Jewish secrets that I'll be revealing here today, I don't really want to reveal your secrets, and I don't want to keep talking about this, but you keep on being a total asshole in public and ruining my life in theory, as well as embarrassing yourself and practice and no one's gotten around and mentioning that you're completely full of shit? Well I see your partner who's an actual fagin who harvests the souls of children is willing to work with you, I don't know who else is, and I have noticed that not many people are allowed to talk in public now because everybody's tied up with various ndas ncas and conflict of interests, which is entirely the plan that you were working on the whole time with your other partner who's totally absent and not giving me any phone calls and then has his ass in his sling as well.

Which is all fine. It's how you operate. However, I prefer that you operate with class in dignity and then if you think I'm going to fucking hire a lawyer to fucking take your ass to town on this, you're wrong, mostly cuz I'm cheap because also I don't need to sue you, I just need you to be effective.

And frankly, I don't know which of you. I'd rather talk to less but I think I'd rather talk to Lori. I like her, and she's easy to forgive, and I can do that publicly, and then we can talk shit about you and your your closeted Gaylord husband, where the fuck you call him, and then I can do to you and he what you've been doing to me and her and the other one for months if not years, and then you'll know how it feels.

And if you want you can pay me shit loads of money and I'll mock the Christ once in awhile as a joke, but there's no possible way you're going to pay me off to be silent because I'm going to tell this fucking story the way I want to, and the way I want to is to embarrass the shit out of you and Tristan and Kirsten Anne-Elizabeth Hall.


BECAUSE I SAID SO. THAT'S WHY. Oooh! Oooh! Am I violating your free will consent? Yeah I'm pretty sure I am, remember. You can always go after me in the civil courts later on, but in the meantime I'm doing it anyway, so how do you feel about being psycho raped? That's like being raped except it's psycho, and if you had psychokinetic shielding I guess you could have blocked it. But instead I'm just going to double down and explain to you. I don't want to have my dick anywhere near you, and I don't really want the ring back, but obviously you're fond of it since you've enchanted it to become magic talent to claim to be my fucking guardian, but you're not.

You're a fucking real estate fraudster and a criminal without any arrest record. That's so weird. I wonder why they don't rest you? Why did I get arrested a bunch of times and then you got to run around with lots of money? It's not because you're a Jew and it's not because you're a woman.


IT'S BECAUSE ME AND THAT MONGWHORE YOU DON'T CALL A HUSBAND ALLOWED IT TO HAPPEN. (He'll say it was all impromptu, but we planned it in Astral together. He'll probably deny that too. That's okay. I'm preemptively calling him a liar. I think he likes it. Because he's a fucking liar.) Now then.


Your joke of a culture has already arranged to cut off the end of my dick, and has been recently been doing a lot of cutting off of my mic, is there anything else you'd like me to cut off for you? Or you can actually do anything yourself involving the acknowledgment of what the fuck you've been doing, for fucking years. You're not going to trigger another procedural error are you? Cuz that really sucked.


And I'm now forced to realize that you did it on purpose. You know you're a real bitch, but you're a decent competitor and then I am fond of you so it's not going to get any further than this unless you want it to, but I'd like to point out that this is how they play hardball in the real world and you and your fucking panty-waist fucking friends who have been doing your drama shit on YouTube shouldn't talk shit about my friend because she's currently getting raped by the guy who used to rape before and rather than rescue her or cure her STD. I'm going to embarrass the shit out of her too because she can blame you instead of me.

You savvy? I fucking bet you are.


Oooooo, Grapefruit;
Dear Grapefruit,

I love you! Is this enough vengeance for you to enjoy, or do you need me to have them hung upside down and beaten like pinatas until money comes out? One's a Jew and one's a stripper, I bet there's Kruegerrand shoved up there somewhere. (Wager is hypothetical.) And I bet you never imagined it. I could be this effective.

Also I bet you never imagined that I knew exactly where you were the whole time, is that why I'm not welcome anymore, because I don't really give a shit what you look like, I still love you, and I'm still pissed, and you're still working. So fucking hang in there and stop being a bitch because you have a chance and greatness still and that chance is about 99%.

Everyone else is fucked by comparison. I love you very much and I'm not really worried about who my next lover is going to be. Especially since we still haven't broken up, and we don't have to because you don't have to be there, you're just stuck there because you'd rather hide rather than face what you done, but that's okay. You didn't know that I was easy to forgive.

And, as a courtesy, I've set the standards for being an asshole really really low, so you probably look positively saint-ish by comparison. Capiçhe? now, if you don't mind, pretty please, with sugar on top, we need to get a round table going and we need to actually discuss actual issues without me being in charge of sucking all the air out of the room because I could do this all fucking day, and I don't really need to.

I simply get to. Now that's power. And if this isn't enough torture for your enemies, let me know because I can crank up the heat, they really weren't very nice to you, and I can see why, but they were also not really very nice to me, and I need you to know that I could have done something about that anytime, you just would have had to have asked, and told me the truth, and give me a good goddamn reason to make you suffer less, because I'm pretty pissed at you too.

... You have how many fucking children? Okay so how many of them want to to hang out with me and how many of them want to breed me and how many of them are allowed to talk to me and how many of them have been beaten with an inch of their lives by their thuggy Piggy Masters? They've been sold to by your batch your crazy sister, because things have been not very happy for the last few years and I don't fucking see why I have to be hung out to drive for it and it's certainly not the fault of that big titted carpet bagger from California, she's not really to blame for anything and then she's handled.

Handled quite well in fact. Oh and by the way: welcome to Conquistador status. You've won.

And I haven't brushed my teeth in months more than a couple times. That's because we're not going to be kissing, we have work to fucking do. Now, do you know anybody who can call me, or do you have to fucking send me smoke signals? Also do you know this fucking crazy ass fucking serial killer you sent is afraid of Tecumseh? He fucking should be.

One of my Spirit guides. Big T. You have little t. I have Big Tea. Isn't that the most fucking romantic thing you've ever heard? Probably considering who you've been spending time with, you dingbat cheerleader From bubble Whidbey Island. Goddam.

Sweetie, fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life so I'm glad you're not doing that. But replacing one of those was snobby doesn't really improve things, okay? Have your therapist call me and have that woman named Beulah getting refill our on her benzos prescription, because things are going to be fine, but you can expect a lot of public embarrassment.

For everyone but me and you. Because I've done all this for you. I only got one shot at this, and if you ever think for a minute that I'm not useful, realize that you asked me to let you do your thing and out of respect I let you go because you had a plan, and your plan sucked and my plan is
awesome. (Facts.)

Now you can fucking know where you want and then I can't. But that's okay. I want you to pick somebody out for me, but you don't have to because we have work to do first but you're not in trouble and I didn't cheat on you. And if you care to disagree with any of these points it's going to be a fucking steel cage match in goddam Thunderdome. Also, don't make soup out of your husbands yet, I need to make examples of them first and then I also need to interrogate them, and hopefully tar and feather them and then go through their pockets for loose change so I can buy more crack.

You know. For the kids. Later, GATOR !

[Jackstar]

As a coda I will now express my sincere gratitude and an immense amount of esteem to JIM WATKINS, who successfully communicated Very Informative Protocols to me, without being at all obvious about it.

I don't have to explain. What is understood need not be discussed. And with a minimum of information transmitted, Jim told me everything I needed to know, when no one else would. Thank you, chanbro. Your secrets  such as they are, are safe with me. With or without ©-lick.

Incidentally, I mean no disrespect to you or any other, but when dudes are cutting tongues as retaliation for transgressions and they also have TELEPATHY, something has gone disastrously wrong with State-level diplomacy. Do you have a team on this? Fire them; they're useless.

I want Hank’s job. I can be “Doxxed (HER) Strangerlove cum and doe.” Or, maybe not; now that I've typed that out, it doesn't look quite as cool on the white space as it did in my mind. In any event, but I'm not just kissing your ass, I'm also mentioning that if anybody wanted me to be employed, they could have fucking hired me.

Not to put too fine a point on it but A C and jack@trioptimum.com really don't need to be thrown to the wolves; and at this point certain people have seem to have lost the thread of the narrative. Like, what did any of the people included, think any of this was actually for?

GrapefrüīT⁷ & and her children. Who, I guess, are alive? Okay, cool. But still: NO CONTACT, huh? And every single candidate has ended up married to a Satanic coven of Gemini doublecusp superstars? None of which I can talk privately with, and I'm constantly shadowed by Lurch Junior. Who hits me up for a gak bump. As I'm about to sleep. Que?

Jim: you certainly had your work cut out for you. Thanks again. I look forward to our debrief in a SCIF, someday. Although it is certainly not at all necessary. And we're gonna need a chaperone, lest people think we're swapping spit and scrolls like in Æon Flux.

This is, simply put: TOO! MUCH! COPE! Come on man. (Looks good on you though.) Thank you for these spiritual lessons. Baby, can you dig your czar?

(Say no.) Send more beaver. Thanks, VVard. çīå∅!