It's Gone !!!
I can't even begin to tell you how bullshit this whole fucking thing was.
To wit:
1) I'm not a stalker. Stalking, as defined in most civilized legal distinctions, consists of repeated, unwanted and/or harassing contact with a person who has deliberately and legitimately indicated a refusal to engage in any such contact.
I, Prince Emper0r D0ct0r Mack S0urcer0r, have never engaged in such conduct, and certainly neither have I done so by any other name throughout all of recent Human history. Kuczi does not stalk... he waits. So, enough of this trash talk. Why the relentless tide of black P.R. spam? Oh, right, character assassination hit contract. Cool. What can I say? Adorable. Now, lose the revenge porn.
2) That was a picture of me, as a baby, with my wee little (BLANK) hanging out. Then, I took it down, and put up a censored version. Then, predictably, people went completely apeshit.
That's too bad.
I own the rights to that photo-I have it right here, fifty bucks gets you a signed copy-and I see nothing wrong with having posted it, nor do I see anything wrong with anyone losing their biscuits over it.
I am that pretty, after all.
However, concerns about any supposed penchant for felonious molestation or exploitation of minor children on my own part are categorically, undeniably, FALSE. Eewww, sex with children? It's bad enough just being near them when they fart. Count me out. Hard pass.
That being said, if I feel like posting pictures of myself as a baby that other people are gonna spooge over... well, what can I say? That's simply not my area. Go nuts. Whatever. It's out there, right? What do you care if I posted it or not? IT IS I, JACKSTAR, SCION OF A CRIMSON ATHLETE, and I'll show you my G-dblessed naked baby ass if I want to. You know what? Sue me, fuck-0, and fuck your lawyer on the way down to City Hall, because they'll all want a turn down there too.
3) How was I the mothafuckin' star attraction to this whole fuckin' bullshit faux-message-board-bingo, anyway? No one consulted me. What the ACTUAL fuck. What was plan B? I saw like six waves of black P.R., mushrooming out of the aether like bile from Fukushima, and right there at the apex, jackstar, jackstar, JACKSTAR.
Then dickless had to shut down the protection grid, and oh boy, great, here we all are. All y'all comfy? Cool beans. JUST FUCKING SHOOT ME BLIND.
Okay, so, yeah: not gonna lie. Flattered. Still, though. Da fuck? I suppose there were reasons to light me up first thing, but honestly, I think it would have been better to spare me for reserve closing, as I don't know who you were gonna run game on next, but clearly, the game has changed. (I guess End Times will do that.)
I'm just out of TDP (Thunderdome Protocol) Phase III(b) and I'm still getting some bearings done. Hitting the ground running is not my strong suit. Breaking ground while running a hit isn't either... but I am willing to learn. Meanwhile, my contacts list is a mess. I'm getting conspiracy-laden HTML-heavy mail from like ten years ago from rogue A.I. that never... ever stops.
In short, someone fucked up. Bad.
