-The Colonel
I'm not going to lie. You would have been a wrecking ball in Thunderdome. It would have been remarkable.
Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed, and it would seem to me now, that an outcome of mutually assured destruction is quite avoided.
I literally do not get what it is that could be any better than what we have got going on now. Because here's the final analysis: children were protected.
Dunno what they're doing now but at least they know that Jackstar didn't fuck things up. Are things fucked up? I have no idea. But clearly, I'm not responsible. That's obvious.
I am also not wholly consumed after being made into soup. I feel good about this. Because that is what easily could have happened if I had not been on top of things. Hell's bells, it still might. And, I love where you are at with this.
How dare I not allow myself to be stripped for spare parts and my gelatin taken to make glue? I am such an arrogant bastard. Why, I should always let a group of people push me around when I am all by lonesome, oughtn't I? That would be the proper thing to do.
Except, no. That -was- the proper thing to do. And in the wake of the COVID Apocalypse, I am glad that I was able to demonstrate the lessons that I were able to. Here's one: careful who you fuck with.
Here's another: things are never what they seem to be.
Now, come over here, Boy, have a cigar; you're gonna go far. You're gonna make it if you try. They're gonna love you.
Everyone else is just green. Have you seen the charts? It's a helluva start. It could be made into a monster! If we all pull together as a team.
Now, I don't know what went down. Truly. I honestly and openly tell you the real deal: I have no Earthly idea what the fuck has been going on. Except, I know that there was a deal... and then, someone busted their deal.
They will face The Wheel. This is an incontrovertible truth. It is inevitable. And, I planned for this. It would seem basically no one else did.
I'm not gonna lie: I miss Matty. I expect when he has finished his latest molting, he'll have a Hell of a tale for me, because he knows perfectly well what happened, and... boy! Was he mad! I sure could tell! What I couldn't tell, was what he was actually mad about, until I figured out that, he was mad because he couldn't tell me what he was mad about. Wow! I don't wanna know what that's -ever- like!
I'm pretty fucking happy he's not mad at me. For. Real. I love that guy. I sure wish I could have been more... help. But you know, there's only so much a mushroom like me can do, what with, being kept in the dark and fed bullshit all the time. I tried to tell him he was getting played, but, you know how they are down in Texas.
Cliquish. I don't know, honestly. The level of mysterious left to me still is -intense-. I barely wanna know anything more. I mean, I'm kinda nearly, almost, but not quite, scared shitless, right? I mean, I got an Assault IV charge hanging over my head. Fuck! What am I gonna do, if I have to, you know... serve some actual hard time?
If I were to go away to The Little House... who's going to, you know... feed my cat? Oh, right, she's dead. I guess that won't be a problem. But still... who's going to pay my cell phone bill? Oh, well, I guess I can automate that, but... oh, right, the cops confiscated 3 of my phones anyway. Oh, yeah, I should probably stop paying those bills. Am I even doing that? Shit, I have no idea. Ever since I discovered that (PROT) was (blank) with (IDENTITY:UNKNOWN_CITIZEN), I've been kinda hazy on details I would usually be on top of.
Maybe I'm just, you know, letting the stress get to me. I could take a vacation... oh, wait, I'm on one already. I guess I could get some of those scented candles? Maybe some lavender. I read that they're good to relax with, and I'm willing to believe fucking anything at this point. Holy fucking shit. Yeah. Help relaxing.
Well, you know, maybe I should take up smoking. What a grand idea to look forward to, a pacifying, tranquilizing, hypnotizing Native plant, rolled up into a phallic symbol and served, eventually, in a dirty ashtray. That sounds like a fine idea. Lots better than, like... growing the fuck up, looking around where one is, and taking a hard look at how one got there.
I know that some of us are working their angles harder than others. Now, in the meantime, you're gonna fly high, you're gonna make it if you try, and they're gonna love you. Especially if you stop fucking obsessing about making me your (blank), Dudes. Like, seriously. Is this necessary? Is it maybe not possibly obvious that there has been some miscalculation somewhere?
I sacrificed every goddam thing I could to save everyone I loved from a fate worse than death, and I saw it coming way out in front before everyone. So... what's with the picture on constant reps? Am I missing an important clue? Is it supposed to be threatening? I'm unclear. Is this a threat warning? Oh, for fuck's sake. I am run down, Kids. This constant go-go-go is not what I am built for. I wanna -relax.- With -friends.- You know? F R I E N D S.
Also, word on the street seems to be that there is some sort of sensitive issue going on around these parts, in regard to that part. Well, let me tell you: yeah, you're not really in on the joke here. Because I knew what was going down about a year ago. I couldn't believe it, but I saw it, alright.
And, well... when in Rome! YOLO! Okay, so, now what. Was that fun? Because it wasn't really all that fun for me, I just couldn't believe that everyone thought I was going along with it for any other reason than DURESS. Like, Jesus. So obvious. And that was helpful... how? To whom? Huh. I swear, it was like I didn't even exist any more. Like I was living in a ghost world. Like all I saw were dead people. And for all I knew, maybe I was.
I still don't know how bad everything really was. Because I declined to participate in what was surely the most heinous aspects, and because basically, every single "soldier" in the entire geographical area, knew me by name, by sight, and by reputation. So, what, the worst man in the world... oh, that's Me, huh? Let's see that dog go hunt.
Woof. Oh, okay then. And, did I mention? Jesus and I are pretty tight. That's why when I suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, suddenly realized, "Holy shit! That explains a lot! I better shut that shit down!" and I do, and it turns out I sneak it in under the wire with only a couple hours to spare... and this unexpectedly TORPEDOS THE FUCK out of I don't know who, who did I don't know what, after not telling me anything about it, and wasting my time otherwise... well, thank you Jesus, I appreciate you having my back.
Please, baby baby please, please... Hammer, don't hurt 'em. They were all, you know... just too damn legit to quit. I beseech you; show Mercy.
I mean... hello? I am Jackstar. Have you met me? I HUNGER. Once they decided on opposition... they never really stood a chance.
In this context, and only this, can I finally understand the fixation. They think that the essence is my secret, because it also is all of theirs. Hrrm. That's interesting.
I know what my secret is, though. And so do a select few more.
UNDERSTAND THE POWER OF A SINGLE ACTION.
Well? Do we have an understanding? Because this time spent has been... well, well spent, for me, and perhaps for thee, thee, and thee.
And as for you, (PROT): well, now you know. And that's better than before, n'est-ce pas?
I'm pretty sure we all know what to do, from this moment forward. I am gonna... well, just sit around and wank myself to death, I guess. Why bother otherwise? Feed me, Seymour. It is not as though there is a lot of choice available to me here. And, any minute now, I'm gonna get slapped with the most outrageous fuckin' lawsuit the world has ever heard of.
Seriously. He'll do it. What choice is there? Everyone has lost face, and... who else can he attack? And, what the hell for? Never has being painted into a corner, looked so grim.
Besides, I already explained that I'd settle. Now, I'm not sure what the hell good any of this is doing anyone. However, as I stated above: I request... Mercy.
How Now Brown Cow. First Cow I see tonight. Get your ass jumping over the moon, you worthless freeloader. Stupid cow. What are you gonna do, just stand there and go "moo" again? Pfft. I'll be honest: I don't know what to do either, because I don't know what has been done, nor what there is to do.
But, I know what Love would do. Love forgives, and so do I. I ain't even laughing about it. This ain't funny. It isn't mirth that eases the pain, it is this:
THE SEVENFOLD PATH WAS THE ONLY WAY FORWARD, AND I DRAGGED YOU ALL THROUGH IT, KICKING AND SCREAMING.
And I did it all for Her, and You, but mostly for Us. So if it is at all possible, pretty please, with sugar on top: come back down to Earth.
In other words;
In a nutshell;
STAND DOWN. I sure would appreciate it. It's lonely at the Tippity-Tippity Top--and, so am I.
Having said that--negotiations sound tense. I can sense them in the air. This is exciting, isn't it?
I know I am enthused. *AEGIS*
