DISCLAIMER: BECAUSE OF THE DECISIONS OF CERTAIN PARTIES WHO SHALL BE REMAINING UNNAMELESS, JACKSTAR CAN NO LONGER DISTINGUISH BETWEEN REALITY AND SPECULATIVE FICTION, AS WELL AS, ISN'T BEING PAID TO BE ACCURATE ON A OBSCURE SOUTH AFRICAN WEB FORM DEDICATED TO BASKET WEAVING, SO IN CASE IT'S NOT INCREDIBLY OBVIOUS TO YOU, NONE OF THIS STUFF IS MEANT TO BE MEANT TO BE MEANT TO BE COMPLETELY THOUGHT OF AS 100% TRUE BECAUSE THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS AND MAY OR MAY NOT BE PROPRIETARY WORK PROGRESS AND BECAUSE I'VE BEEN STALKED AND HARASSED AND GANG STOCKED AND CYBER-STOCK FOR THE LAST F****** 11 MONTHS AFTER I WAS ABDUCTED AT GUNPOINT AT MY HOME ON CHRISTMAS EVE AND HAULED OFF BY 13 DEPUTIES AND UNIFORMS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE BEEN STOLEN, AND MY LAPTOP WAS FROZEN WITH A PIN THAT I DON'T KNOW AND IT WILL NOT UNLOCK AND SO NOW I'M KIND OF TOTES F*****, BECAUSE OF THESE REASONS AND MORE I HAVE A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF FREEDOM WHEN IT COMES TO MY POSTING THINGS DUE TO THE FIRST AMENDMENT OF THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION AND THESE UNITED STATES, SO THERE IS YOUR DISCLAIMER, AND THAT MAY OR MAY NOT INCLUDE THE NAME OF SOME GUY WHO DOESN'T WANT HIS NAME MENTION ON HIS F****** THING AND THEN I'M PROBABLY BEING ENCOURAGED TO MAKE A SLOWER SMALLER DISCLAIMER AT THE BEGINNING OF POST BUT YOU KNOW F*** IT BALLS TO THE WALL ALL THE WAY UP I'M JUST GOING TO PUT THIS EVERYWHERE EVERYWHERE I F****** RIGHT FOR THE REST OF MY TUCKING LIFE CUZ I'M F****** TIRED OF YOUR GODDAMN F****** PEOPLE MAKING YOUR F****** LEGAL THREATS YOU F****** HIDE BEHIND THE GODDAMN LAW UNTIL IT'S YOUR TURN TO F****** TAKE A TURN AND THEN YOU'RE F****** CIRCLE THE WAGON'S AH WELL F*** YOU BUDDY JUST DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT YOU KNOW YOU KNOW IF YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT IT YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MIGHT MEAN IT MIGHT MEAN YOU MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE OR IT MIGHT MEAN THAT SOMEBODY'S PRESSURING YOU AND YOU NEED TO HAVE A F****** CIRCLE THE WAGON PARTY TELL YOU WHAT ANYBODY'S GIVING YOU GRIEF YOU JUST HAVEN'T F****** CUT OF MY HOUSE AND F****** HAVE A TALK WITH ME IN MY JAW bone..
Aw come on I thought we were just having fun here, it's amazing how when you got a whole bunch of guys on your side and all the guns and all the money in the world you can be a lot more easy but then when you're one person alone it's real important to be real threatening in, and heaven for fend One man changes the world with his words so I'm just going to push post Don't sue me dude whatever, I'm sure we can figure something else out, especially since I flush the HVT.
Demons in the phone! Semper fi-fi-fu-,yi-yay, M***********
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NO CLICK, HANDS UP DON'T SHOOT, NO GUNS, NO AMMO, YES DRUGS, MORE DRUGS YES GIVE MORE DRUGS AND ... You know at some point this is going to be confusing to the paralegals you know? Sorry Toots I'm not trying to make shop class hard for you, I'm sure you've had a tough time this year going through life without your mascara and your nail polish. Hang in there. Live strong.
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Actual efficacy of psychokinetic shielding: CONFIRMED
Are you telling me, that you actually got them to believe that you were me? I thought it was that other guy whose name I won't mention (Standards.), And it would never occur to me that you would take such a karmic hit on yourself, but these days, I'm not so sure what people are doing.
As one of the few 100% innocent people in the known universe still able to hold their shit together in the face of the total sideshow circus carnival the world has come to, I'm happy to be able to get here ahead of the crush to say that I apologize to you, whoever you are.
I never actually thought you could do it. It never occurred to me that you really could make yourself look like me to the extent that I could be completely replaced. But I believe that you could have, and you have, and now, if so you probably are going to about to learn the truth:
None of the three allisons know their ass from their elbow at this point, when it comes to me, I just told off a whole bunch of spooky thuggies in public about what was going on in a way that's sure to gain attention as it travels through the consciousness of the cognizante cuz there's at least 4,000 people on the channel it said and I was pretty obnoxious, and I don't feel bad about it at all since I didn't say anything untrue... But typically you don't see a civilian uprating police in public talking about their private dealings and not having a care in the world about it.
Well that's what has happened, and I don't mind what the outcome's going to be, given the things can not possibly get any worse than they were before. And as my computer's been hijacked too, with his Microsoft account who's password I can't remember and the pin that can't remember and then stolen Google Pixel 6 all these digital items that belong to me are being used I don't even know if it's used for or against me? Do I even care? I don't even know what to wish for anymore!
Tell me you're driving the truck. That would be the best if you were driving the black truck, because you're not supposed to be, and it's I think stolen from a drug cartel and the owner wants it back, and I was about to report stolen myself and I named the truck David. *blush* I was going to keep that a secret, but I figure I might as well since I just might never see Alison again and I am just beside myself with grief. A blue blue blue blue.
I do a podcast about it but like I said the laptops out of the commission, and then I'm not quite sure what to say to people anyway. I'm getting the distinct impression that what has happened to me is not the most exciting part of the story anymore, and no one's telling me what the part of the story is that exciting is, or if they are it's happening somewhere where I'm not invited or have any access to and I'm not really sure how I would find such a place anyway. And naturally I wouldn't want to be there anyway, because if you actually have pull this off sir if you actually are pretending to be me and it's working you run with it you go you feel free to see what happens I want to know where that ends up going in any way.
And of course if it's not you it's somebody else. Also Niggerlord is on the farm, pacing back and forth around the house shields trying to find a way to get in, on Instagram look at the borrow money, supposedly. What are both of you are really desperate. What's the endgame goal here?
Do you want me to arrest you personally? Because I'm not a person who arrests. I'm a member of a special social status class with certain unusual gifts and responsibilities, but that doesn't make me capable of slaying the Antichrist with one blow. (It's my Hungarian genome that allows that.) And now that Campbell Chunky Spook Can of Soup has entered the game space as being some kind of a... folkhero, I guess? Coming out in the open about the horrors of being a person who does what everybody else does and dares to not feel guilty about it—why feel guilty? About anything? In fact, why even feel anything at all?
It's just really not worth the trouble when you get right down to it. Anyhoo, I'm not any hurry to end this delightful excursion into delightness, things will change relatively soon, I'll have more flexibility after these honoration of trial, if there is one, I'll find out something tonight, which will be a delight to do because my life has become just one shambling headlong rush, stumbling from milepost gold to another, waiting for somebody to answer a question with something that makes a Monica of sense rather than just lip service paid to placate some one who is appeared to be nothing more than a fool who makes wild grandiose statements in public that cannot possibly backed up in any way at all.
“Things like I'm going to destroy your entire agency cuz it's obsolete!” Who even says things like that? Besides Kennedy, that is. And besides he actually had the power to do that, so when he said it, that was a legitimate threat.
There ain't no way that there's anybody at any legitimate governor organization that's going to look at me and decide that I'm going to represent some sort of threat to the US government and it's assorted agencies, by simply posting on a South African basket weaving forum. I mean I'm not even using magic oh that's what oh that's what it is they got it they got a muskrat out here It's circling in the house it's looking for a way in through the shields It's trying to find out if I'm doing magic inside here or not, cuz if I were if I really were trying to you know damage the government by doing magic inside my inner sanctum sanctum that would be sedition that would be domestic terrorism that would be wrong I'm not doing anything like that at all.
However, somebody else is. I wish I knew where they were, I bet they got Grapefruit and a few of her tulpas stuffed in there. Packed like lemmings into fluffy lined lace-trimmed lingerie drawers. What I wouldn't give to be able to teleport over there look down at her and say, “hey are you jealous yet?” not that that would actually be very funny in real life, and the whole notion is just obscene to contemplate, however nothing is as effective at communicating the inappropriateness and unworkability of an idea as it would be to actually put that idea into implementation and allow a person to actually live through in real life the consequences and the result of those manifestations of action.
From my own part I'm having a great time with what Fate has brought me as a result of last year's extravaganza. Turns out, I might be really far ahead of the game, in that there may have been some sort of overlap, or possession, or piggyback type domination system, involved with this whole mess, which would not have been something I would have ever discovered any other way, nor would any of us have noticed it, if I had not done the unthinkable: gone home sat around drink beer play video games and did not run around trying to convince Allison's friends to have sex with me. I didn't even talk to them. Didn't seem much point, since I knew that absolutely everything that I would do would be countermatted by somebody hiding behind me
