What we may have here is my simple failure to communicate.
Nopey, Dopey, Happy, Slutty—I don't know if those are all the dawrves that voted alongside me, but—after I get four votes, I don't need to pay attention after that. They're just dwarves. Their votes really don't count the same.
Remember: I wanted a a Proper quorum. A proper call on a proper crisis line, & a proper glass of Pepsi to wash it all down with. And what are they getting instead? Well, shit, I don't know... but they're not going to plan on sharing that to me
either.
Basically what I'm saying is that I've seen the future, and things are going to be great, for me. I don't know about the rest of you. After a certain point I stopped looking into anything except stuff that had anything to do with me and my personal interests.
I mean, I still have the ability to empathize... I just turned it off. As an unexpected and quite surprising ancillary effect, now my erections last longer. If I had known that was the case, I could have handled that situation so much differently than how I did choose to.
Anyway, back to you. I can't emphasize with you anymore. You're worthless, you're weak, and you're afraid to identify yourself to the computer.
And I don't know who you are. Do you have any idea how many times that guy kept on trying to ask me who people were? Like seriously, it was a lot. It was like he felt
entitled to something.
So, don't feel worthless. You were on The Hot List. I never mentioned this before, but: I think I get to now.
I mean I'm not trying to contact that one particular person and I'm not trying to be harassing or certainly stalking and I am doing the best that I can from Oregon—Bend, Oregon—so, once again: I think we're all safe.
Like I don't even know how many of the strike team ended up going to jail that night. Maybe they'll have to go again later? I don't know, if it we're up to me, I would just give everybody a pardon. I think we've all learned a lesson but it's really not up to me.
I put music here, right? I'm sorry to have to ask, Tom, but I can't be bothered to keep up these days. Now, get your ass back to work talking about the weather on Mars.
I got this. Totes
annihilated. I told Neighborhood Watch I was thinking about getting a job and they asked me what I was kind of job was looking for and I told him I could be a hell of a Wal–Mart. He tried to imply that that was a lame job to have but considering he was talking to a Sourceror and he was there trying to trick me into making some kind of statement that he could use against me later, I figured that I might as well let him pretend to have won one for the day.
Like he asked me why I wasn't flying the drone from my house, instead of from across the river, and I explained that there was a clerical error that prevented me from doing so, and since the reality is I didn't have anything to hide, don't feel guilty and would have loved to explain the whole story to him, he didn't follow up because of course he doesn't want to hear the whole story, he knows the whole story:
Miss Piggy fucked up, and Kermit doesn't need to be distracted by any more thuggy little piggy’s. I don't think Kermit had a pig fetish, I think he just loves that particular pig a lot. Did Kermit ever replace Miss Piggy with another pig? Think about it.
Now. Moving on. I love Fridays. That's the day that I used to have to be concerned about how smooth my driving was. I don't have to worry about that kind of shit anymore. Life is good.
And somebody down at the Hall of Justice really should have given me my Google Pixel 6 back. It's not actually something that I need right now, since it was meant to be a gift but the longer I'm living without it... The more I'm affecting Metro-PCS's and T-Mobile’s stock price value.
ALSO I'M DYING TO KNOW IF THAT (BLANK) IS STILL LIVING ON ONE PHONE AND IS IT A FUCKING IPHONE? OH BY THE WAY WHERE'S MY GOOGLE PIXEL 3A? OH I BET THAT IS INTERESTING, WHAT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S NOT AS THOUGH I GOT THAT PHONE IN THE FIRST PLACE TO ACT AS BAIT NOW DID I?
Also: there's a fork missing. That's fine with me. Kind of wondering about the necklace though. And the gaiter. Now, seriously: who is using those?
I'm on the edge of my seat to find out! This kind of thing really matters (because I planned my security system that way years in advance)!
Signed,
The_Kingpinner
p.s.: I am not in control of the situation there, and, I have been told that by someone very, very angry.
p.p.s.: I am not angry at all. I haven't been. And, as God as my witness, I will never be angry at all, forever, as long as I live, now that I see what a Deputy looks like when he's scared and still has to arrest you anyway. Wow. And shit, where was he? What was he so concerned about? Was he even then in that moment recognizing that I was smart enough to be intelligent enough to wonder what the fuck is he doing exactly right when I was thinking about needing to go to talk to his boss? Is he really just going to... wow, was he really doing this? Wow, he really was. Weird.
p.p.p.s.: Seriously, we're even. Wait, who am I talking to? I'll be honest, I don’t even know how many key players there are at this point, but I sure could identify them.
p.p.p.p.s.: Literally, the same thing happened twice more, and I was right: I really don't care. After a man gets hit in the kidney by a 2x4 dropped by an eagle, it's hard to say what's going to bother that man ever again.
p.p.p.p.p.s.: E.L.M.E.R. says to tell a certain vegetable that it is safe to come back down to Earth. Now, while I don't know what that means, I do know that it's not an attempt to contact anybody, and I also know that I didn't break the law when I discovered that the trailer is gone. Or, is it? Look, it's like this:
People know. And the reason that they know is that I found an effective means to communicate. What they don't know is the evidence that I saw "you" destroy. Except I don't know who that was. I don't have access to that kind of telemetry.
I'd have to get in touch with the FBI Cyber Strike Time Team Leader Dealer Speaker Content OverWatch Strike Team Leader Commander Director. And I'm not
allowed.
But I can pump my own gas in Oregon. Ordinarily that would be unlawful, but I'm a citizen With Membership in a number of Special Classes... and I have disclosed them all.
So basically I'm saying: bars, temples, & massage parlors: I want those built by my birthday. This is what the people want to see, this is where the money is going to be made. You like
money, right?
I mean... that's
on record. *no coercion*
I don't think you understand what I'm saying here l, but that's okay: it'll make sense later to Future Historians, as well as anybody who just asks nicely for further information.
What any of this has to do with the song that I linked here, I have absolutely no idea, because I don't have to pay attention to this shit anymore. I'm literally only here to relax and have fun.
I mean y'all know how to rescue yourselves by now from that spinning mirror trap that they got General Zod in Superman 2, right? I mean the principles are clearly spelled out in what little bit of my research corpus I've been allowed to publish.
As for the rest, come get some. I mean really: I've been threatened enough. If I get one more breathless phone call from some guy pretending to be David who's dropping in to ask me all these breathless questions as if they're completely inconsequential without helping me to figure out what's going on, I don't know what will happen but I probably won't be able to stop from laughing out loud.
Because when he's done this under false pretenses that's a violation of my communication privileges; and then mysteriously it just doesn't work out his way... every. single. time.
Psychokinetic Shielding: only by (PROT). Look, this is a solid brand. And no one wants to... you know...?
Well, look, I'll put you down for "gun to the head" and then stick around even longer. I don't actually have to, but there's some interesting things to study here, and I didn't ask for this so it doesn't really matter if I extend my leave any longer, especially compared to others and what they've done.
In other words, in a nutshell: I wish I could BUTT OUT, but I guess it's going to be a another six years of social distancing. How do you think everyone will like me then?
What was wrong with that 25 lb phone?
Where'd you get it anyway?
Who thought giving you phones without checking with me was ever going to be a good idea?
So when I explained to you the Allies that I made in the 90s that were... well anyway, you didn't believe that, or did you just think I was on the wrong side, or what?
When did you learn you weren’t supposed to be eating bison?
Oh and I don't know if any of you out there saw this, cuz I'm not trying to contact that person I'm not supposed to have contact with but she said she saw this weird thing it was like a bob thing from Twin peaks and I found it and take care of it and it might happen again but it doesn't matter cuz that's not even a threat.
I mean not to me. I can see why she would have been worried. Well not really, I can't actually look directly into the object but I am imagining it and I can figure out some answers that weren't there before.
Seriously; I wanted to do my taxes and raise kittens. Instead, someone decided to demonstrate extreme cleverness.
Especially where they timed my removal from the public at large over Christmas to me the same time YouTube decided to remove one of my channels! I mean... what a great time to do that! Especially if I was planned on being actually affected by that event in some negative way.
I really wasn't. That was fun. Now somebody should go find out who the fuck decided to fuck with my YouTube channel at the same time I was in jail for Christmas because that person might be a person of real interest in somebody's actual case, I mean you know you fucking morons out there whatever the fuck you're obsessing on, there might be something important to you you know I'm not worried about it live and let live but whatever kind of fuck head did that and that you might want to track that down cuz they might actually have something actionable else going on.
And there's probably a reward. And, seriously, nobody told me that it happened, and I don't pay attention to that shit until recently when I decided to take it all down and then I discovered that it was gone I decided to put it back up again. Now ask yourself, who cares this much?
Hi, Keith! 
