Any idea of who the lady in question is? ???
So far, all I got--this isn't high on my action list, but I have curiosities as well--is that this must be the burner ID for the composite that (PROT) & (PROT) were supposedly gonna use to reel me back in (just massively when I thought I was all rolleyes done), but which of course crashed and cindered shortly after take-off... since both of them at least
kinda like me and have a
modicum of respect for themselves.
I'd prefer not to openly speculate too much further, given that I'm not looking to -completely- embarrass anyone to death, and besides, far be it from me to be involved in that kind of retributive attitude. (Besides, trust Me: if embarrassment could kill a person, I'd be way beyond dead & buried by now.) So, I'm going with, for now, the idea that a Completely Artificial Person (C.A.P.) was "doxxed," which is why it isn't felony wire fraud, why it doesn't ultimately really matter, and why the whole "doxxing" phenomenon has always been about, and correct me if I am wrong here, but it's all been thinly-veiled attempts to send coercive messages to various targets in the field, without having to go through the tedious exercise of making one's email archive into a hoard of self-incrimination.
I am unfamiliar, uninvited, and
totesdon'tgiveashit wtaf these half-tard monkey fuckheads are up to... I mean, curious, yeah? However, I have my own life to lead--I have
an actual life, People--and as much as I would like to sit around and casually satisfy my most trivial of curious urges while I wait for my two (2) trials to begin... I mean, fuck that. It's Spring. I have shit to do, and these anabolic steroids aren't going to inject themselves--or, if they are, they're not going to do it where I would prefer, that's for sure.
I have been excommunicated from The_Church_Of_Rubini for many days now, ever since the last time he rang me up to holler violent statements about violence at me. The poor bastard, honestly. He just can't figure it out--he figures I must have some secret gang, like he does, or have access to some secret, high-falutin' technology, like he does, or have a big swimming pool filled with Krugrerrands, like Scrooge McDuck does... but, no, not really, not at all. I don't have any of that.
What I do have, is the mandate of Heaven, my Will, and The Way. Seriously, Kids, stand back, you don't wanna lose the end of one of your toes, or--worse--the end of your {PROFANE_SLANG:"a body part that handles secretions"}. Trust Me, my insurance won't cover
that, and I won't even
feel guilty.
Believe it.Next time I see (PROT) I will ask him more--I don't wanna bother the other one with it, as I am sure that if there more that I should know I would have heard it by now, but all I got was a, "I am uncertain what should be done next," which has rocketed to my personal Billboard Hot 100 of quotes I like to hear people saying out loud when they have thoroughly chapped my ass, which I didn't even know I needed my own, personally--I was always just copying off of someone else's in study hall.
That reminds me. Best hall: study, mess, or Monty? Discuss.
