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you don't enjoy my posts threats

Yeah, yeah. That's why you're top right 99% of the time.

[Worthauger]

you're top right 99% of the time.

You literally have no one else to quote without invoking The Fruit of The Poisoned Tree. You only envy my “status” insofar as you have disqualified yourself from picking your own posts — essentially, I am the only user of your forum, as everyone here is a part of your botfleet Army of Teh_Ghey.

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[Speaker 1]
Stand upon with you now, right?

[Speaker 2]
Right? Archangel sandals?

[Speaker 1]
Hi,

[Speaker 2]
It's Jack. I'm a star. It's a nice day. I woke up. To find my battery to be. Unplugged. Because I was so tired when I got home. I couldn't. Find the fucking cord that was to plugged to the wall, so I just plugged the battery into the phone. And then I woke up and it looked like. My battery's been moved around. It was weird. It was as though I couldn't remember what I did. All the way. We're written out because there was. Somebody who did these things. While they weren't me.

Not possessing my body, but like overlaying my Consciousness. And in the past, I was kind of surprised to discover that there's an archangel Metatron because. I was in this house, and then all of a sudden. The person I was talking to. Had some sort of a Schism. And the walls of reality, cracked and split, and then all of a sudden there was a person in front of me. Who looked a lot like the person I was just talking to. But it wasn't them. It was somebody else. And they started telling me this story about. In being in heaven and dead. And there's a magic mirror in Archangel Metatron. Okay. After that, we got really high. Which was fun? And the next day I woke up and they were gone. And I thought to myself, how? How fucking high could I have been? That I imagined all this shit about blah, blah, blah.

So, I probably went to Wikipedia like, you do. Obviously.

Hi, I'm Jack, I'm sorry, so I looked up. A whole bunch of stuff on Wikipedia. And other places, and found out there really is an Archangel Metatron. Okay, great. So I didn't know that. And then, I, I guess, I guess I met them. Which was cool. I didn't have any way to. Talk to the person. Who had vanished and had been archangel Metatron other than prayer and? Unbeknownst to me, there really is an archangel. Sandalfawn. Who is supposedly the twin brother? Well, let's just let's just listen.

[Speaker 1]
Yes, as if I was talking low.

All right. Let's get a couple of these. I'm gonna pull the after tarot. What's this codependency, your stability, your codependent exam for stability? Yeah. That's clarifying that. And then we got dedicated effort when it comes to your family here. That's eight of Pentacles, all right, okay,

[Speaker 2]
Family. Okay, my family, my family. I'm going to say this. My family includes a dog. There's no doubt okay with

[Speaker 1]
You now, it says so. Hi, I don't know. The name of my dog or someone working with family, um, the devil?

But if I hold it this way, that's how it is something about your fourth house or your family, your coffee support I didn't know. I had a light on it. That's fucking. Cool. Let's go. Um, what am I talking about? The star came out. All right, you're healing. She's like dumping the water all over her, all right.

[Speaker 2]
Did any of you ever notice the dog is God spelled backwards? Do you think? Do you think that's a coincidence,

[Speaker 1]
Right? So you're healing is codependency, right? The Chariot is keep coming out, right? There's experience in your life. This is.

There's clarifying circles. And then we got I, I'm.

[Speaker 3]
If if I've had sex with a dog, it was God. Okay, I promise

[Speaker 1]
Angel, um, stand upon with you now, so you could. There's something like you're unaware of, or you could be stressed out about something? Well, a little bit. Yeah, in the military or something. This could be a Passover Left Runner. This could be ancestor. This could be a physical being person, all right. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, the devil. Yeah, all right,

[Speaker 2]
If if my, if my dog is a tranny? Is my God?

Um. And rat. No, that doesn't make sense. Snap snatch. If my dog, never mind God,

[Speaker 1]
That's clarifying this, um? Red, you're um, why can't I speak your root chakra? Yeah, all right. This is a partnership here. Some type of spiritual partnership.

So, maybe someone said that this partnership was toxic, but it's, like, oh no, we're good. We're good about, you rejected it. Okay,

[Speaker 2]
Incidentally, incidentally, all of the people who have been misled by those who have been claiming that I have some sort of STD okay. I don't. I really don't believe I do. In case you're wondering, I, I have no symptoms of any such thing. I don't have sex, so that would be. A bit of surprise if I suddenly showed up with a sexually transmitted duties. Um, I don't. I don't think. I don't think archangels. I don't think archangels are susceptible to STDs, but I could be wrong about that.

[Speaker 3]
And this military bio Warfare thing they're doing with the covet and

[Speaker 2]
The angels. Oh, it's complicated. I don't want to talk about it too much because I know way way too much about how it works. However, I will say this, if if I do, if I do have an STD.

[Speaker 4]
We could cure that. This is America God. Damn it.

[Speaker 1]
Yeah, cuz this is like toxicity, okay? But someone getting caught up or something here

[Speaker 2]
If I it. Let's just pretend. Let's just pretend I have an STD.

[Speaker 5]
Okay, so. I'm not going to pull a

[Speaker 2]
Typhoid mirroring. Those of you who? They've heard of stiphoid Mary? She had she. She had this disease, they claimed. And, and they kept telling her. Hey, you've got this disease that we don't understand. We need you to stop working as a person who prepares food. And she said.

And then she would run away and change her name and go work somewhere else where she would prepare food. Like you do, except you don't do that. No, no, no, most people when they're told. By whatever. Person with the white code stands from says, hey, you got a disease, would

[Speaker 4]
You mind not infecting people on purpose anymore?

[Speaker 2]
No, usually. That's not what happens, right? And no one

[Speaker 4]
Has said to me. Hey, you got an STD. Would you mind to have sex with me before all? Nobody said that to me.

[Speaker 2]
Oh, fuck, no, but? The possibility that I do have one? Has been. Considered by myself. Uh, usually Die Hard, too, fucking great movie, not, not, not. Oh, giddler's Christ. Okay, incoming call. My phone is fucked up. My phone rings sometimes, like when they want me to stop working, and then they, uh, occasionally will. Um. I just hit screen. They will occasionally like talk to me, but not really. I'm a Google virtual calling assistant recording this call. Oh, they hung up. Okay. So, apparently, they don't like it. I'm still able to talk generally the people who are fucking with my phones. My phone, my phone. Yeah, I don't have phones anymore. I have phone, although I'm sure my former phones are scattered all over the fucking Countryside from hell to come. Fresh Country breakfast. I, I know, I'm being listened to. Hi, I'm. Amir gazelle. Hi, grapefruit! Hi, baby Tinkerbell! Um. Who else listening, um? Somebody, somebody who doesn't have a somebody who doesn't have a code name yet, God, damn it. Okay, grapefruit.

Baby, why don't you think?

[Speaker 4]
I give you game. Okay,

[Speaker 2]
Hang on. I gotta pause. Okay, okay, so I just had a brief. Had a brief interlude.

With junk grape. Junk grave. Uh, let's just say, let's just say you, don't, you don't know them? Junk grape junk rape. Really? Oh, she said. No, she says she wants to be grape junkie. Damn it with a g, so the J, so it's gr. So it's J rape? All right, all right here. Hang on again.

No, no black junkie is taken. No, you can't be black junkie. See that the train says so, okay, well, I'll I'll work on this, I promise, I promise. Naming is very important how long the last one take me like it was like 12 hours. You got to give me baby, I love you. I do, no, I'll get you out of this. Don't worry.

[Speaker 1]
They're too busy looking behind them, that they're getting ready to step all right, you know, use your intuition. This could be this person here who tried to trap you could be. Okay, and then they were sneaking about whatever they were doing. I feel your intuition is telling you something off about this. This could have to do with if you work with this person.

[Speaker 2]
Okay, I'm gonna pause her because I can't really hear the train go away.

[Speaker 3]
It's a lot like The Blues Brothers. It doesn't go by that often, but it does go by. It does good. It goes by. Bye black bye black! Buy black fruit buy black bye bye black fruit! Bye Bye black! Bye, but shit baby. She's talking, like a Blue Streak, baby. I can't hear a word. No, it's not how it works. Well, if you talk if you talk out loud, it doesn't work for sure. I'm not there. Oh no, I get to talk out loud because I have a penis. Yeah, that's the rule. Well. No baby baby. This is how it works. I have a penis, so I get to talk out loud and people listen. If you don't have a penis and you talk out loud, no one cares.

[Speaker 1]
Right, I'm sorry. That's the

[Speaker 2]
Rule.

[Speaker 6]
I don't like it. Any better than you do?

[Speaker 1]
So, I figured you came back and you had to tell this person. Maybe you told this person that someone was being sneaking around them. Okay, someone was in this devil energy description. They were in some sort of partnership, but this could just be friends, you know, God. I feel you alerted this person. Okay, even the women at the well or something. Okay,

[Speaker 2]
I'm friends with all of them. So

[Speaker 1]
Now, this person is defending something or standing the ground. Maybe they're fighting these people here. Oh,

[Speaker 2]
God, okay, they see

[Speaker 1]
What they need to see. They see that that fish was in the cup, so they see that. Okay, now they see what was in the cup, all right. Oh

[Speaker 2]
My, Lord, I

[Speaker 1]
Actually see it

[Speaker 2]
Okay

[Speaker 1]
For this person and the collector tried to tell this person like, look that person ain't your friend, or that ain't your people. Oh, God didn't like that, so they don't come out

[Speaker 2]
This other person we're talking about.

[Speaker 1]
Getting too different. I feel you unloaded this person like, um, this is like this person being enlightened, and now they're standing up for themselves, the moon behind the scenes with the sneaky bullshit, remember, yeah, hang on, hang on all right.

[Speaker 2]
Snake the the the central problem with with?

[Speaker 3]
For

[Speaker 2]
The situation I have right here. Is that everyone that I know? Is my friend, they just don't know it yet, and those people who are. Not friendly to me. Those are what we call up Force opposing forces, when when you come to Earth, when when a person lives on Earth, it's important to have people who are working against you because otherwise life gets pretty dull. Pretty quick, you just you imagine if you wake up. You go to the garage. There's a Magic Car, it's just it does. Whatever you want, you take the Magic card and the magic lunchroom. Everything's there that you want? Okay, so you get up. You remember your car, you drive to the magic cafeteria. You have your magic, food, and then. And then, what do you do? Well, you sure shit. Don't go fucking. Get a job so you can fucking. Afford a Tesla that's fucking. Sure.

[Speaker 1]
All right, so someone wants to come towards the collective and help the collective out of this stressful. Thank you.

[Speaker 2]
That's Sandal. Fine,

[Speaker 1]
You're unaware or something. Oh

[Speaker 2]
Yeah, okay, so I'm so I'm totally aware that. When I'm loose when I'm. This is very bad to do, by the way, by the way, by the way, by the way, God fucking, saying that, thanks, incidentally, brother. Talking back to the tarot reader while she's on YouTube and pausing and doing all shit and then then recording it and then putting on YouTube later. This isn't this isn't usually done. I'm gonna be really happy when I'm not doing it anymore, because for one thing, it messes with my head. It doesn't exactly hurt, but it causes. A condition known as cognitive dissonance, which to the uninitiated can seem a bit. Like you, you're replaying the Phineas gauge role-playing game. For gurps. That's funny, kind of a kind of a long way to go for that joke. But so is gurps, um? That's a really funny joke. Where was I fucked? That was so funny. Remember, oh yeah, so I was saying this person who's reading? Oh, she got like this. Oh, do what you love well, and she's got a rose on her chest. Oh, that's beautiful. All right, so, I do love talking shit to tarot. Readers don't get me wrong. This is fucking fun. It does mess things up, though quite a bit

[Speaker 1]
With the bottom down there, so maybe you told this person manipulation?

[Speaker 2]
Yeah, a little bit

[Speaker 1]
From the manipulation.

Okay, maybe this person lets you all right, a judgment judgment on the lovers here. Judgment on a choice, uh, through this partnership and look at the pool. All right, so someone's cutting free from whatever this is. This could have been a self-imposed prison or

[Speaker 2]
Kind of

[Speaker 1]
Mind, trap ten of Swords. Okay, this is a betrayal. Let's clarifying the devil.

[Speaker 2]
Okay, so, so I'm sitting here, right? In this house, going on three and a half years. Those of you who enjoyed my soon-to-be award-winning debrief, five Mr Jack star. Back you, you'll remember. It's been a while. The earlier offerings are not presently available. Uh, they're currently. Sealed under some sort of Court thing. There's no doubt because my YouTube. Uh, that's attached to the Google account Michael koozie, gmail.com. Interesting to note Michael is spelled to actually three different ways.

Which I didn't really know was being manipulated for the use of. Certain people of a governmental persuasion for for years. For years, they were using me as. As a. As a placeholder for the further, not for their malfeasances, but for their, uh? I'm gonna say Hopscotch fuck. I gotta see the movie Walter Matthau Hopscotch a long time ago. It was, uh. Badass. It was about company spook operations.

Oh my God, we're gonna get to see it. Okay, I'm gonna. I'm going to get a. What you call it a? Screen and a projector we're going to have. We're going to have. Movies at my house. Because this place is perfect for that perfect. This place is perfect for a lot of shit, uh, but I'm sitting on the porch and other than the aroma of of fecal matter.

Spicy. It's not that bad, okay, it's not. It's the cleanup here would take, like, like two weeks, Max. This place could be fucking smoking in 12 hours too, if if the if the same number of of Masonic goons who came next door and and had a big fucking fit when when grapefruit went over to the, uh? To the to the barn. Like, it's not my barn. There's a barn, and there's a wheelhouse or not. A wheelhouse, a wheelhouse. There's a bar in a wheelhouse. They're both painted red and white, duh. They're both together because the bar was here before, and the and the wellhouses before and the house is here. At one point, there was just a barn and a smaller Barn and my house, right? Those of you who have heard there's a hydraulic mining operation that creates money out of nothingness. Which is cool and the, uh? The mining operations are not. The visible to me, nor, nor am I supposed, to know about them Norma. Nor am I supposed to talk about them on YouTube, but since I did. Fuck you, Charlie. They're mine. I don't give a shit. There might be, they might. They might be buried underground, and I might not have the mineral rights in the water, right? Well, I have the water rights about the middle rights. You see how this you see, how this leverages itself together. I have the water rights, but I don't have the.

Rights to grit the water, get the minerals out of the water with the water, and if I do see, there's a negotiation here that happens between the person who owns the middle rights and the person who owns water rights and the negotiations in this case. Happened with, uh, the dude next door? Uh, selling me the house. With the? Property line between the well house and the barn right, and so obviously there's a way to draw the property lines differently, depending on which person is in the fucking office that day and which fucking scam they want to fucking use to get the guy out. Like if they really want if they really wanted to get me out of here, they could do eminent domain they could do. They could report me for? Well, they don't. They don't have problems. They don't have a probable cars for me, making meth because I don't make meth, but if I was making meth here, holy shit. It would be such a problem because? The dudes would show up and they would say, okay, we got proof that you're making meth. And then we got a warrant a tutorial. Yeah, and then, and then they go down. They look at the fucking, uh? Uh, the the trailer down on the road, and they put their they'd stick one nose in, and they go. Wow, smells like something cooking myth down here because I'm sure they fucking have. It's the perfect cover it's got, uh? A whole bunch of chemicals. That are used to polish rocks and shit, and conveniently, the people who were here before. Uh, they left it all sticky and smelling, like, like bad chemicals, and then. Long

[Speaker 3]
Story short. If they had a way to fucking if if I if I had ever got involved in any kind

[Speaker 2]
Of shit here. They would have protocols. They would, hey, they will be able to boot my ass out of here. They'd be able to charge me with all kinds of shit. Like, even if I had just made one batch, I don't know. I don't know how I don't know. Jackson, I have no idea. I have no idea. How it's made. I just know that there's a lot of runoff. And there's, um, other chemicals that are created in the process of making the the one chemical that people want. The way the reason why it's set up that way? By the Divine. God, God created methamphetamine. There's no doubt, and it's made in such way as to be. Irresistible to certain people. Like, I mean, I don't get me wrong. I like to get high. I like to get high on crystal meth. I like to get high on crystal meth appropriately lawfully and. Extraordinarily trackably. Like, there's no way to. There's no way to get around the way. Meth is made and meth is transported and meth is stored and blah, blah, blah and the things that happens to a person when they're on. Real meth. When a person is on real meth. Well, uh, they're they're on real meth, and it sets up this, uh. It sets up this kind of like a. Like a frequency wave. That makes the person's Aura. Everybody has an aura. When a person is on real meth, it's kind of like it gives a tinge to their aura. And then everybody who's been Juiced up. To be a truffle Hound for the man.

[Speaker 5]
Hi, DEA fuck you? Oh, oh, oh, did you not? Did you not like that one?

[Speaker 7]
Listen up DEA!

[Speaker 2]
Nobody's going to listen to this. Okay, I'm saying this out loud. Yeah. Everything I say is is managed through the auspices of the military because it's a military phone. It's military. It looks like a Google pixel 6. It's a military phone. The military watches over me, and they want to make sure that I'm not trying to tell anybody how to make meth. And if I am it, better not be part of a conspiracy. Ergo, if I'm talking out loud to my military. I'm telling them what I'm figuring out. Hopefully, my military knows this shit because you know, they fought two world wars over it. I would think that by now they know a few things about clinical history. So, I'm not worried too much about. Exposing the ways and means of the goddamn corrupt the deas,

[Speaker 3]
The biggest bunch of fucking dude fuckheads in the fucking world,

[Speaker 2]
Fucking morons fucking absolute fucking morons. But I love you.

[Speaker 1]
Let's clarify the devil. Where's this two of Cups? Some something. Opportunity, a rejected opportunity, all right. Then we got this the page of one, so somebody is leaving somebody's on a New Journey. All right, we got the empress. Oh, someone knocked. Goddamn comes over. This person didn't know you was an empress. It's clarifying this. So, maybe this person was damn it from you, or now this person could be realizing who you are or this. They're gonna be the mother figure. Okay, now this was too heavy for them, right? But this person's looking back at this person can knock down all the sticks, all right. What's the same man?

[Speaker 2]
Oh God,

[Speaker 1]
Yeah, planning making plans to celebrate.

[Speaker 5]
You should,

[Speaker 1]
Okay, someone's enlightened, and now they're making plans. They could have been like

[Speaker 5]
Hanging their kids right there, all right.

[Speaker 2]
Just one more day,

[Speaker 1]
A celebration. Okay,

[Speaker 2]
So someone I'm gonna mention this. The person is saying these things that she saw she's showing cards to the screen. This enables the reader to. Transmit messages to somebody who's looking at it. Preferably in real time and watching and knows what cards mean. And. Well, since I know the context of what she's talking about. Uh, for one thing. Um. The person who's holding up the cards, she looks like somebody. I'm not going to have sex with, yeah. I don't want. I don't mind saying that. And the cards that she told me got. She just said, oh, that's not good. She's holding up the nine of Swords and death. In this particular one, there's a there's a dragon. Climbing the latticework of eight swords? And the person's in bed, sitting upright, holding a ninth sword to, to fend off the dragon that's crawling down the eighth, the eighth, the eighth. Third, it has like a ladder thing. Now, nine of Swords is, uh. Obedience. Um. The inverse of Knight of Swords is. You're, you're right about. You're about to go to fucking prison, and um. You better be obedient. And if you don't, that's your last chance. If the dragon's coming down? Stair away from Heaven, which is eight. Age is. No, I'm not gonna get into this. Suffice to say, there's a lot more going on with tarot than you might think. Okay, you'd be surprised in the extreme. How life works? And death. Death is not a bad card at all. Death generally means. Well, you're going to get to be born again soon, and whatever you were doing, you're probably done doing it anyway. So, anyway, she holds up these cars, death, and thy swords, which typically typically most people don't find dinosaurs be great. I think dinosaurs is one of the better cards for me, because whether it's face up or face down, I can always choose. Which way? Choose to face my day, like today. I'm not worried about the men who are having sex with my girlfriends. I'm not. I'm sure they're good at it, and I'm not worried about my girlfriends not wanting to have sex with the men that they're having sex with anymore. I'm sure they're on smack it's. It's fine that's how things are done. How else would a person be able to?

With somebody they hate. And pretend to love them. And well, you know, kind of maybe really love them, but you know if you're getting paid to? Be a placeholder for somebody so that they don't run off while they're building a case on them. Like, oh, you're a protective custody. Sit here and fuck this girl for a while, and then they run off and they. And they go find out what the guy did, right? That's that's kind of how? It's kind of how the American justice system works, but not really long, story short. This one holds up to death in the night of cards or the nine swords. And she said, oh, that's not good. It's actually quite good for me. It's perfect. This exactly is exactly what I want to see right now. Look, yeah. Awesome.

[Speaker 1]
Me and into the Sleepless night or lacing death. And now, this person's fighting their demons off all right? So, it's that designed this person's doorstep or something, but because the Ten of Cups here in the Sun so.

[Speaker 2]
Death and nine of Swords to ten of Cups. Which is, which is love? And, um, the sun, which generally comes up after death, like the sun sets, and it dies. And then it comes up again the next day, and that's the reborning. Okay, are you with me now? Okay, Tara was awesome. It really is, and those of you who say that. Tarot is a work of the devil, blah, blah, blah, blah. It's all bullshit, I mean, sure. The devil uses lots of things, but tarot is actually actually useful and. Make everybody afraid of it and not use it and then have to go to a certain person to fucking. Find it out and then to make it all really hard to figure out. That's why it's taken me 30 fucking years to be, you know, cult researcher, that's of some no small amount of known repute. Like, I'm pretty fucking good at this. Which is probably why I'm allowed to sit here. This fucking haunted church and talk shit at YouTube. Without getting shot. Yet.

[Speaker 1]
And the bottom of the deck. We have this here. They block somebody or someone blocks communication.

[Speaker 5]
That's cool. That's fine. That's fine. All

[Speaker 1]
Right. I don't want to

[Speaker 2]
Wake up my sweeties too soon. If my sweeties are? Trapped in a cycle of methamphetamine abuse and addiction, and they have to keep on getting their smack kids to keep on. Being able to suck demon cock for long enough to fucking build a case on him like, I understand.

[Speaker 8]
That has to be done. I mean, occasionally, occasionally the military has to do things that aren't very nice. That's why they're the military. That's why they're not the police. Although.

[Speaker 2]
Um hello, uh, Castle Rock guys. Hi, um, I know you're special. That's that's why I don't cause too much trouble and hopefully. If any of you listen to this, uh, you understand that my reverent attitude is a not

[Speaker 1]
A cover,

[Speaker 2]
But? Making jokes is how I make light of 10 situations, and I understand that for most of you, this is a pretty tense situation. He's like, what does he know? What's he gonna do fuck? What do we do?

[Speaker 4]
Well, we're going to drive over to his house next door and just sit there and be quiet and then sit there for for three years. We're gonna wait, real, patiently, and.

[Speaker 2]
Yeah, it's pretty tense. Sorry guys. I, I don't. I don't object to. Hatred and loathing of me. Honestly, most days, that's how I feel about myself and the gentleman that I saw. Gentlemen, the officers that I saw at the river the last time I was there. They seemed kind of upset with me. They did. They feel it looked like they felt like they were wasting their time. Uh, they weren't right. I wouldn't have stayed there till dark. But I will say this. I didn't actually know how to get from the river where I was bathing myself to another part of the world where, um. I could walk out. I had walked down into the woods along the river, and I had imagined that walking back would be easy. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, that's. That's not quite how Rivers work and I was turned around, and my phone was out of power, so I didn't have a map. So, I'm just wandering around the fucking Riverbank. Yodeling about time spiders? Half naked with my ass in the river. Uh, with with two guys and SUVs, uh, pointing boom bikes at me. That's, that's a little hard to fucking, say. I'm sure that they're mostly pissed at the time. That they couldn't laugh about it then, but see the thing is with police officers they're paid to not. Can sort with the populace. They're paid to enforce the populace, and so they were fairly. They were fairly. Snippy with me. Get out of the river, Michael. Right. And then, while I was in the midst of climbing up the riverbank with this rope that was left behind, I heard the one guy say to the other guy says say something I was called stand out. Like, because obviously obviously everybody here know everybody in town knows me. Hi, hi, I'm I'm that guy, I know, I'm kind of annoying. I could see why I'm not allowed to talk freely with the population, given that not all of the population knows how things are done. Um, I'm sure most of the police. No, goddamn. Well, how things are done and are probably annoyed that they can't just tell me? What to do? That's probably why they want me to go to a police station? And get a psyche valve. They don't want me to necessarily go to it. It's been a doctor, I guess, like, well, that's what. That's what a guilty person would do. Okay, okay, who do I talk to to get the right kind of psyche vows? I'm not gonna do that fuck, though. I'm just gonna walk into a police station, maybe down here, maybe somewhere else. I'm gonna say hi, can I talk to the behavioral

[Speaker 9]
Health coordinator person. I need to get a psyche vow tihi,

[Speaker 2]
They're gonna they're gonna love me. Oh my God, and based on what I say at this at this interview. Uh, steps will be taken right. One of the steps will be taken will be deciding. Which of which of the hotties that are currently? Either shape-shifted or? Or deluded to believe. Never mind, it's, I don't wanna I don't want to reveal too much of what's going on, but suffice to say, I know what's going on. And at the time I was in the river, I did not know it was going on in the sense that. Oh, oh, you guys really are doing your job anyway. Castle Rock Police Force. Thank you very much. Uh, you don't have to be too mean to me, but? But, but you should, because it's your only goddamn chance you're ever going to get to make me shit my pants.

[Speaker 1]
Somebody regret something, cuz they see you're having some sort of victory or something. This person could be on your high horse about a situation. I feel they did too much to me. This looks like greed, like this person. I want more of it. They're happy here they are. Maybe this is how they treated this. We're all happy. All right, they might have been working for this person here. The great monster?

[Speaker 2]
Oh good, that's me. Cool! You, my love are on fire. Someone seen your past okay, okay, all right. I'm going to. Retreat into solemn. Contemplated prayer and? Mental discipline, and I'm going to figure out what the fuck I'm going to do because I don't want to fuck up their case. I'm sure they got a bunch of cases going on, and I don't want to fuck up. I don't want to identify the wrong person. Additionally, I don't think that there is a person to identify. I think there's just a narrative that has to be written by somebody. Who is currently? Not a position to write narratives, nor are they able to talk to me on the phone and say, oh yeah, blah, blah. We

[Speaker 3]
Did

[Speaker 4]
That one. No,

[Speaker 2]
No, no, no, no. That's not. That's not how things work I don't have clearance. I'm technically a suspect I'm currently. Uh, I don't have cases pending, but I have. I have cases that are. In a state of continual continuance, that's that's kind of how things work because.

Standards.

Facts.

[Jackstar]

Jesus, I just wrote half a page of shit, and then it vanished. How did I suddenly refresh the page? How does everything just disappear then? Well I guess it's easy when you don't want to see me post what you've just been watching me write.

All things considered: If you didn't want this to escalate this far, you should not have rubbed the lamp when when not ready for the d’jinni. It is said that if one cannot hold on to something, it wasn't really theirs to begin with.

I'm going to think this latest development over some more. Note that I would prefer to enjoy my remaining time on Earth in peaceful, productive, and profitable ways.

You sad, crusty lot appear to be more interested in simply staying out of prison. Who knows? Maybe you'll like it there. Maybe you won't even go at all. Maybe this is all ballyhoo and hootenanny.

Maybe her name really wasn't Jewel. (It was.) Maybe she really wasn't here yesterday. (She was.) Maybe I'm just really high. (I'm not.) And maybe... (You)🫵μ👁️¥⭕Ū👀yoū🐑ewe and your mewling coterie of obsequious, lickspittle reprobate, degenerate swindlers, bilkers and common cutpurse thieves are on the very edgy verge of victory. After all, I'm clinging to the precipice of freedom, which is no small thing, and a prison sentence is mere moments away for me.

One question: what difference, at this point, does it make? 🤔

Hang on.

* Jackstar has got no place else to go. (Standards.)

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Looks a bit unwieldy for a bumper sticker. IDGAF.

ACTIVATE PROJECT ARDOR. Adieu.

[Jackstar]

Hey, here's an idea: why don't you just buy me out?

A) Hackneyed.
B) You already did buy “me” out; by hiring an actor to assume my identity.
C) No money!
D) Functionally illiterate.
E) You're all in a state of crystal methamphetamine dependent neurotransmitter withdrawal cycle relapse. (Looks good on you though.)
F) Same as above, but also chronic bedwetting.
G) Your Dark Lord Satan demands sacrifices, and you must obey.
H) Same as above, but you also experience uncontrollable flatulence while negotiating business contracts.
I) Pride.
J) Same as above, but also: you're all as dumb as a box of rocks.
K) Gypsy curse.
L) Mr. Putin has achieved Total Compromat Superiority.
M) Same as above, but also: you're setting up everyone I know to be sacrificed while I sit here and wonder what a pair of sex pred faglordz could possibly be doing that would be at all effective.


As God as my witness, I actually believed at least one of you would actually grow a pair. Grumble grumble grumble. How can I put this to you in a way that you will understand?

YOU ARE CAUGHT. Doing what, I have no idea, but it must be dead sexy and totally exciting for you to fucking bother with all this fucking nonsense. That being said; bored now. Adieu.

[Jackstar]

Hey, here's an idea: why don't you just buy me out?

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He's supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody ever believed he was real. Nobody ever knew him or saw anybody that ever worked directly for him. But to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could have worked for Soze. You never knew; that was his power. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. One story the guys told me, the story I believe, was from his days in Turkey. There was a gang of Hungarians that wanted their own mob. They realized that to be in power, you didn't need guns or money or even numbers. You just needed the will to do what the other guy wouldn't. After a while, they come into power and then they come after Soze. He was small-time then, just running dope, they say. They come to his home in the afternoon, looking for his business. They find his wife and kids in the house and decide to wait for Soze. He comes home to find his wife raped and children screaming. The Hungarians knew Soze was tough, not to be trifled with, so they let him know they meant business. They tell him they want his territory, all his business. Soze looks over the faces of his family. Then he showed these men of will what will really was.

(Standards.)

He tells him he would rather see his family dead than live another day after this. He lets the last Hungarian go, waits until his wife and kids are in the ground, and then he goes after the rest of the mob. He kills their kids. He kills their wives. He kills their parents and their parents' friends. He burns down the houses they live in, the stores they work in. He kills people that owe them money. And like that, he's gone. Underground. Nobody's ever seen him since. He becomes a myth, a spook story that criminals tell their kids at night. "Rat on your pop and Keyser Soze will get you." But no one ever really believes. Keaton always said, "I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of him." Well, I believe in God -- and the only thing that scares me is Keyser Soze.

🚪 Already the hour is full. I suppose I can get to work, yet, here is conflict: people already -are- working the problem. Teams, jerseys, decoder rings, the whole bit.

ERGO: there is no ready fire solution. Else it would have been ablaze already. 🤔 Someone isn't properly trained.

🐖 OINKERTONS DEMAND ANSWERS. ←∅••√°°⁷7⁷

[Jackstar]

I was unprepared to discover the extent to which your personal self interest in survival instinct was going to depend on pretending I did something that I didn't do and to get all pissy and snappy because you were fooled by your own prejudices that I played and manipulated like a fiddle, which seemed to be okay whenever Jews did it to you, but apparently I don't get to do that either? Gosh!


Hey, here's an idea: maybe you should get a psychological evaluation. Also when did he die and did he die and is there a will and did he get changed and isn't in probate? And is it not really any of my business but it does seem strange since...


I guess you don't think I get to know, because you're so much smarter than me, because I drink too much and you're a needle pillhound. Look, I'll let you figure it out. It's not really my concern.


It's my life. Respect it or lose yours. Seems simple enough. I'm going to go smoke some poison now, and buy a smoke. I mean vape and buy poison. I mean whatever the fuck it is. These idiots fucking gave you thinking that I was going to cause me a problem, yeah, I'm not really doing anything other than putting on a show, if I wanted to actually enjoy her emotional substances I would do something responsibly and private with other adults, but instead I'm putting on a political demonstration to poo poo all over your stupid fascist tyranny mentality.

Also: not only my better at than you, I actually have permission. What do you have? A villa in Nairobi? Pfft. Bourgeoisie.


Bottom line is it's way more fun than hiring a lawyer would have been, and I don't think we need to have any more discussions about how I have a problem, since my main problem is my lack of a refrigerator and my association with a bunch of people who think they can just say whatever they want and get away with it because they can run away to Africa on a teleporting ferry, well maybe you can, but that wouldn't help. You get away from me and my 12,000 Valkyries howling for blood.


BEND THE KNEE.
SURRENDER TO GOD.

And get a haircut, you hippie. Adieu.

[Jackstar]

R∆Ⓜ️ake my day. Ask me if you need my help to avoid getting arrested and tell me how important I am to you and that you just don't think I can handle it on my own without openly lying to my face and pulling strings from behind the scenes. And never tell me the truth about any goddamn thing in the entire world, including what sex on crystal is like. I'm fucking 47 that should have been fucking like a lot happening sooner. But I guess I didn't done suck enough dick or pay enough money to the man or deserve anything because I was not a good enough trafficking victim and ended up costing the syndicate money?

Yeah I guess they didn't like the way I messed up their plans. That's too bad. Maybe they should stop being pimps and thugs and groom gang leaders since they're obviously not very good at it.

None of you even know what happened, oh, but you're sure it's my fault, and oh no, you can't be bothered to show up and explain anything because you're in total fear for your life because.. well admittedly Scott's house did burn down, but then again Scott is obviously not quite the same man anymore. In any event, clearly you're not ready to apologize. You do not have the demeanor.

And if I had wanted your help to deal with the issue that I had, I would have asked you to. But instead you assumed that I wasn't being an effective or useful idiot. That's probably because I wasn't. “ I was blackout drunk, I don't remember anything!” well maybe you'll remember this:


And I know everything that no one wanted to tell me and probably would have been very alarmed to have discovered that I was inquiring about... Without being at all obvious and without anybody stopping me. And now I know everything and, well, okay.

I also don't have a six pack, so clearly I'm not deserving you the protections afforded to the US citizer by the US Constitution because I'm just not hard enough worker. Right? Well whatever I don't fucking know or care. Bottom line: I don't like being lied to.

The next time you think you need my help, remember that you don't. And that the reason why you don't is because it's a secret.


Also, what did Missy start becoming an FBI agent? Seems like that should have been somebody told me about, but I guess not because oh I guess I've been suspect and a and a declared belligerent the entire time? Okay? Well imagine if I was primary victim and you were all wrong, and what that would mean for how polite and charming and relax. I've been about this whole thing. I think most people would be really pissed off.

That's because most people would be both surprised and have no idea what to do about such an unexpected development. Neither condition applies to me. I know not how it was that I became declared to be the target of an Open season hunt, but apparently I'm just not that a very easy game.

Oh but now you're interested. Oh my, I do declare. I think I'm getting a case of the vapors. Hang on.

* Jackstar has no idea to do with this shit, but still knows more about it than you.

I await the arrival of your posse to hang me upside down from a bridge with interest. You have the demeanor. But do you have the dedication? It would seem not.

I am not the big piece of chicken to be fought over. You have no power over me. And I have no new formula.

You have no new God. It's the same one. Yes, yes, I'm sure you're still very angry, blah blah. To Eve was a horrible thing, how could a loving God do this, how could God let this happen, well holy shit last couple years I've come to realize.. sometimes the kindest thing a person can do for another is to leave them to sit and the mess that you found them in without even saying a word.

Other times the kindest thing to do is to destroy their thuggy Piggy human trafficking enforcement empire and leave them with nothing to guard except for a bunch of homo fags who like to get their jollies by forcing people to suck their cock so they can take their money and humiliate them, and then fuck their wives on YouTube or something. I don't fucking know. Mostly because I haven't figured out everything, just the parts that had something to do with me that interests me.


What the fuck all you were doing. You were expected to happen by trafficking a 15-year-old in order to harvest the Scion of a a fallen archon. I have no fucking idea, but if you think I'm interested in choosing sides in your ridiculous Sweet Valley High ecumenical nightmare, well I bet you wish I were.

I was once told by your brood mother that my problem was that I like using substances. I don't. I like being underestimated by people who thought I did, and I enjoyed learning what I needed to learn so that I could destroy what I needed to destroy. I have shattered the grip of domination control that was once an ironclad, invulnerable edifice of power that managed every aspect of human life in ways that nobody ever really noticed, but were completely and utterly vile and sought to turn all of human existence into one of slavery to extradimensional beings of very low charm and extremely avarice.

They'll probably be back in a few weeks. If you start doing chin-ups and sit-ups, you can probably work on your core body strength. Be ready to take them on alone, unless you could find a bunch more paladins that want to save your industry's existence, which is based on lies deceit and conscription whoredom,. Since that's what the people who own your special interest ethnic group use you for: the Mormon version of the Hashishim. Not going to lie, that looks like a pretty effective gig.

For The Adversary. Since none of you ever bothered to listen to me or to believe me or to ask critical questions, you never figured out that there was somebody else who looked like me who did know that woman before and then you never imagined that I would just show up and then they would not kill me immediately and then they would play it off as if they couldn't tell the difference, because they mostly couldn't. And besides, I don't know what they thought but certainly they all thought that I wasn't telling the truth, but I was.

I had no idea what the fuck was going on; And none of you bothered to tell me as I sat at my parents house reading books and wondering why the fuck nobody returned my calls or treated me like an actual human being. Well now I know: holy shit are are you people fucking racist big at sexist. No wonder Satanists and homophag armies decide to take themselves out against you. I bet they hated the whole lot of you! Certainly, you sure seemed like you were in charge.

You were. Now you're in humility. What am I supposed to do? Swear fealty? Oh sure 2 days before court, what an amazingly! Great idea for you. I don't understand why any of you don't get what I'm saying.

EYE CONTACT. CONVERSATION. ARE THEY IN PRISON? WELL THEN YOU BETTER FUCKING TELL ME, AND NOTHING HAPPENS UNTIL I EXPLAIN WHATEVER THE FUCK I NEED TO EXPLAIN TO MYSELF BASED ON WHAT I AM TOLD BY PEOPLE WHO ARE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS THE TRUTH AND NOT LEAVE ME IN THE DARK AND THEN CONSTANTLY WAIT FOR ME TO MOVE FIRST SO THEY CAN COME UP BEHIND ME AND THEN ALWAYS HAVE SOME SORT OF BACKSTRIKE ADVANTAGE. I'M SURE THAT WORKS GREAT FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE CONSTANTLY DEALING WITH ANIMALS AND VIOLENT PSYCHOPATHS .

I'M AN ADULT SURVIVOR OF CHILDHOOD SEXUAL ABUSE AND YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF FOR A LOT OF GIVE A FUCK. HEY HERE'S AN IDEA: GO FOR ANOTHER DONUT. I AM NOT YOUR GODDAM MERCENARY HENCHMAN.

AND YOU WERE PLAYED BY SOMEONE WHO COULD SHAPE-SHIFT AND CHAMELEON THEMSELVES INTO ME AND TOTALLY TOOK ADVANTAGE OF YOU AND YOU BETTER GO FIND THEM BECAUSE I'M NOT THEM I'M THE ONE THAT YOU IGNORED AND NEVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN AFTER I I INTRODUCE YOU TO MY OTHER FRIEND AND THEN LEFT YOU AT SOMEBODY'S HOUSE AND THEN I NEVER HEARD FROM EITHER OF YOU FOR YEARS IN FACT I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM EITHER OF YOU IN FACT NONE OF YOU HAVE SHOWED UP OR DONE ANYTHING AT ALL BESIDES WONDERED WHY I'M NOT THAT COOL GUY WHO USED TO BE NICE TO YOU AND MAY PROMISES.
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THAT'S BECAUSE YOU WERE FUCKING LUCIFER, YOU ABSOLUTELY DINGBAT. I'LL ADMIT THAT'S CUTE. I GUESS HE TOOK ADVANTAGE OF YOU, I GUESS THAT'S WHAT THE PRINCE OF LIES DOES, AND YEAH ALL YOU DID WAS JUST TRY TO USE ME AS A PATSY SAP AND NEVER EXPLAINED ANYTHING, NOR THOUGHT YOU EVER NEEDED TO.

AFTER ALL,

THAT'S WHAT THE MAN WHO RAPED YOU DID, JUST USE YOU AND LEFT YOU BEHIND AND FORGOT ABOUT YOU, SO IT'S NOT SURPRISING THAT THAT'S WHAT ENDED UP HAPPENING TO ME, AND IF YOU THINK THAT THERE MIGHT BE SOMETHING MORE INTO THAT CIRCUMSTANCE THAT YOU MIGHT WANT TO LOOK INTO YOU'D BE RIGHT. MAYBE YOU SHOULD FIND A PSYCHOLOGIST THAT ISN'T PART OF THIS SATANIC ABUSE VIRTUAL NETWORK AND CAN ACTUALLY TELL YOU WHAT'S GOING ON INSTEAD OF JUST TELLING YOU THAT YOU'RE BIPOLAR AND TELLING YOU TO STOP USING DRUGS, OH AND BY THE WAY YOUR FAMILY IS RIDICULOUS. MAYBE IF THEY ACTUALLY KNEW HOW TO USE DRUGS INSTEAD OF KNOWING HOW TO POISON PEOPLE WITH THEM, THEY'D HAVE A BETTER TIME.


LONG STORY SHORT: ISN'T IT WONDERFUL THAT I DIDN'T MAKE A POLICE REPORT BECAUSE NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL.

YOU NEVER DID, BUT WHY THE FUCK WOULD I REPORT ANY OF THIS TO THE POLICE? THEY WOULDN'T TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED ANYWAY. BUT NOW I KNOW EVERYTHING I NEED TO KNOW WHEN ONE KNEW NOTHING.

SORRY I CAN'T VISIT YOU OR RESCUE BUT THE MEN WHO TRAFFICKED YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY AND TREAT YOU LIKE GARBAGE TOOK AWAY ALL MY VEHICLES AND MY MONEY BUNCH OF THEIR STUFF AND THEN I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU ARE NOR DO I HAVE ANY MEMORY OF HOW TO FIND YOU OTHER THAN TO RECALL THAT... WOW YOU PEOPLE TREAT ME LIKE SHIT.

SO I GUESS MY DISGUISE WAS PRETTY GOOD. MY ADVICE TO YOU WOULD BE TO START DRINKING HEAVILY, BUT YOU'VE ALREADY DONE THAT, SO HOW ABOUT YOU JUST FOCUS ON THIS ONE:

You've been enslaved to pimps to be muscle for trafficking of naive and vulnerable humans, and I guess that's not as much fun now as it might have used it would have been. Thanks for insulating me from the truth, but frankly I would have been preferred to have been exposed earlier than to have just been left alone. Like a fucking retard fucking rain man wearing a diaper in that stupid house with those parents and apparently you thought I was stupid too. I mean after all how could I be smart if I wasn't trying to get money so that I could get stolen from?

I'll let you figure it out, you'll understand when you get older, dear. By the way, the woman that you thought was your mother was actually a Jesuit archon warrior of Divine lineage, Or maybe that was your sister, or... Or well, since nobody ever told me the truth about anything, it's not really reasonable for me to expect to know any of these relationships, but let me put it this way:

I didn't want to breed or support fascist tyranny, and while I'm sure it's very tempting to enslave people and make them work historically, that doesn't seem to pan out well and I didn't have anything that I needed to get done. So why would I need to be slaving anybody? Maybe if my father hadn't been trafficked and abandoned and treated like shit with his spine crippled for some transmission that would have been more inspired to have have struggled to achieve recondition in the eyes of the thuggy piggy power elites, but frankly I prefer to do other things.

That's why I'm a sorcerer who invented a new school of magic and I don't really give a rat's ass. If you believe me or want to know what it's all about you didn't tell him anything so why should I tell you anything? And yeah I'm in the house and boy this could have been something, and I guess it will be. But in the meantime I don't give a fuck. I'm going to smoke poison and go to sleep and then you're not doing anything at all, since I'm kind of fucking pissed off.

Who is John Galt? Probably just some needle junkie pædophile. Cut his mic, ransack his belongings, and make him smell real bad. That'll teach him. Honest to Christ. It's not surprising that Humanity hasn't gotten very far and as well doesn't get much help from beyond the heliopods because holy shit. What a fucking nightmare this place is.

For ewe. It's probably worse for poachers though. And I don't know what you're planning on doing with that double wide double compound that you built to the west of Maine. But I'd like to point out that you ain't got a whole lot of action and if you want me to fucking leave or be helpful, maybe you should tell the goddamn truth and not be wantonly destructive at the hest of your secret Shadow vampire overlords or whoever the fuck is pulling your strings. Like it's a free country and all, but I'd like to point out that that's no reason to pick a survival strategy. That is fucking stupid.


I'm a royal bloodline descendant of Hercules. Apparently that's real. I don't give a shit about what you want, because I did and then I was lied to and it went bother to wonder how I felt about being trafficking and raped by police at 15. No one bothered to wonder what happened, since they all thought they knew.

Just today I had one of your ilk scream at me that I was just making it up and it wasn't real and all I do is fill forums with meaningless nonsense, walls of text and spam them over and over and that I was a loser nigger who needed to get a job and I was addicted to meth. I wonder how that happened?

Since I spent 3 years sitting around watching everybody else do that, it seems strange how I've fallen so far so quickly, except I haven't and some asshole who is also a fallen archon who can change their appearance wants to be taking my place and getting away from what they've done and they are a total blown out dope sick junkie. Nevertheless, they're still able to steal my belongings. Stalk me fall for us reports where a police means uniform and make threats to everybody in order to keep me isolated to society.

Well maybe somebody should do something about that. Maybe you could find a Paladin that isn't a nigger, who you don't expect to pay you currency in exchange for the wisdom of your company, during what you will not tell the truth either, and they can help you with this guy because I'm not going to. I've already caught him caught and then I don't know what the fuck to do besides wait for some Court to do something about it and then I don't care what they do about it because it's not that hard to fix these these kind of situations.. when one knows how.

But it is a secret. I guess that's why people just pay for things instead of asking how to do it themselves, and I guess that's why people don't expect me to get paid for breaking generation courses. They just expect me to do it for free and then give everybody money and then stand around. Wondering why I'm lonely with no friends, because I guess I'm supposed to do that since I am just a sucker with no self-esteem? No, actually I'm a Source Titan. I wasn't even working out. I didn't even fill out an application.

It works better when one is smart already. That's why your stupid Thug pit Masters kept you away from me and had you been spend your time with a bunch of stupid fucking moron pedaling bagman thugs. Yeah I bet they're boring. Yeah I bet they hate you. Yeah I bet they think I owe the money. Maybe they should come get some? Yeah I don't think they want to do that. Then they'd have to reveal themselves to me as being that shallow and stupid, and then I just laugh at them and then what? Sound like they can say I'd be wrong.

I don't know if it's making itself clear to you here in this writing it does you a little long-winded but my point is I really don't like getting sex. Trafficked, and no one gave a shit because... “ I like substances.” I don't. I like knowing how to do it without hurting myself and laughing at people who don't, and I got mugged at h7 by some kid who was dying of pancreatic cancer who ambushed me with two friends and shove me into the bushes and held me up against rocks with a switchblade in my stomach and asked me if I had been looking at his sister.

I'M FUCKING 7 YEARS OLD. And this method freak thinks I'm the one who wanted to get him killed and had poisoned his meth and was getting ready to attack his sister, I WAS SEVEN. I don't know what the fuck my father did, but I can tell you what I did.

I glassed the surface of your world, and you can't even tell, nor can you ever help me responsible or blame me or throw me in prison for it. I guess you can make up some shit though, but that's been tried.

Tested IQ of 176 and and all you can think of it to do with me is to deprive me of sex and demand money and then deny me access to drugs and claim that I was a rapey threat and tell the whole world. I was an asshole in order to keep me in line because obviously all I wanted to do was reproduce, because... That's what invading rape demons do I guess?


Hi, I was born here. This is my planet. I don't have a tribe. I have buzzards and jackals. We are not the same. Maybe you can go offer some money to a panda bear and get a paladin that way.

Why would I seek employment when I could create an ongoing business concern? Well that would be anathema to your aims since you want to take everything from men and keep it for your mewling coach re of brain dead ding vet bound whores. So if I can't even be allowed to participate, why would I want to support? Frankly you might as well have just have had me euthanized like an a rabid animal.

Little late for that now. And while I'm sure I am a completely loathsome and useless addition to the greater fabric of society at large, #Officially, in reality: no one else could do what I I have done and no one even knows what that was. Maybe I'm just making it all up?

Seems like that would be an odd reason for shitloads of alphabets to be interested in taking what I had and replacing them me with them, as well as going through all kinds of shoots and ladders and hoops jumping to in order to accomplish these things in a particular way... So maybe there's something more going on here than any one is aware of.

Good. I like that lack of certitude. I'm a private person. Also: I don't have to reproduce. I didnt actually want to be here. I would simply put here, and I had nothing else better to do than shake the pillars of Heaven and collapse your entire odious structure to the goddam ground.

And if you don't like it, you can always go after me in the civil courts, or, I suppose you could just go back to trafficking children (WE ARE ALL CHILDREN OF GOD) and thinking that's a good idea (THE ATTRACTION TO THOSE OF IMMATURE DEVELOPMENT FOR THE PURPOSE OF EXPLOITATION AND PERSONAL SEXUAL GRATIFICATION IS PÆDOPHILIA) when it's so very plainly isn't a very good idea at all... when the female is being exploited. Oh Heavens forfend! Oh goodness gracious!! Hand me my pearls! I must have something to clutch to the throat!


Get the picture? Good. Now get the water turned back on and bring me a goddamn sandwich and a six pack of beer, and some weed and my computers and you know what else. Whatever the fuck else you want to fucking bring back to fucking try and carry a favor because I never should have been stolen from you were fucking misled and played and you know what. I don't think you should be fucking involved in any kind of trafficking at all! Who put you in charge?

Oh yeah: pimpy Mason thugs who use the Mormons as Farmers to breed magical women who then are used to enforce their thuggery, and I don't think it used to be that way, but in 1955 Jack Parsons sure fucked it up didn't he. Okay well I fixed it. Or rather, I enabled it to be possible for y'all to fix yourselves.

So. Go do that. Isn't it going to be a secret? Don't expect me to get involved. I don't feel welcome. Obviously I talk too much. And I expect hugs and respect, how dare I? How absolutely dare I? I should know my place, which is of course at the bottom of the stairs in the mud. Oh my yes.

It would seem to me that homosexuality doesn't really have much to encourage people to adopt it without the brutal abuse and the corrupted initiations and the threats of vile damage and the use of drugs and hypnosis and simple threats of being beaten to encourage people to change their natural behavior. But I think about that, Scissors Queen. Read some Charles Dickens. Consider the following:

You had your chance to to be honest with me. Instead you gave me litmus tests for an attraction to children while staring at me with extreme suspicion and loathing. Now, I'm willing to believe that it's possible that aliens from another dimension might have warped the fabric of space and time to make it look like you were doing that, but I was actually misled, but I'm pretty sure you just thought of some kind of a creeper and you would misjudged me and I wasn't as harmless as you thought and there must have been something wrong with me and that I was just talking to you to be able to take advantage of your children. That's usually what people who engage in debauchery for years who suddenly discover that totally fucked and have no friends usually do when they find out that I have. Oddly not been susceptible that kind of thing.

Actually I've been equally susceptible. I've just learned how to deal with it without selling out global homo of pitmongering and dope sluggery. Just simple luck I guess. Why do some people traffic children into sex and why do others not? Oh it's probably just random chance.

You all lied to me about everything. I told you everything I knew that I could and never attempted to deceive anyone. We are not the same.

Dear people have had every opportunity to work with me. They do so by huddling in their stolen compound. They built next door to me and waiting for me to die, while hiding from the outside world. And I assume having a teleportation whoremongering party every night that I'm not invited to. That's fine. A man's home is his castle. Maybe if somebody told me anything about was going on instead of just fucking lying to me and shit putting me down here and then selling me a house under false pretenses and then vandalizing it. I'd be more interested in playing along. As it is I am not.

Let me know what it is you think that I owe you, and I'll see what I can do about paying back the debt, and I'll have you know that Susie and I had a deal in which she wanted me to make sure that I paid somebody back when she needed it, and I did. And I don't know why exactly somebody stole her to call my mother and harass her for her money. It wasn't time to get back yet but I'm pretty sure it was because somebody was spoofing their voice and pretending to be her and harassing my mother when they found out. What a wonderful person my mother was, who, by the way thought I was an idiot and never told me, and probably didn't really enjoy the way her father had been killed by carpetbaggers who came and drove her mother insane and bred her sister and... well, she did love me. And it was a responsibility as a parent to allow me to be able to take care of myself. Well she did that.

I just happened to be better at taking care of myself than her traffic. Sister and her carpetbagger East Coast family were at taking advantage of him and if that didn't work out to their advantage well maybe they shouldn't be stealing from people, I don't really know why people take from others, but some people just aren't happy with anything unless they've left somebody else without it. It's a strange notion.

To me. Anyway, that's why I'm in relatively good shape and not going to prison and... Basically everyone who decided that they were better than me is now completely and totally fucked. They're a special consequences to lying to clergy, and to exploit and traffic the children of God is a particularly vile offense that The Divine does not take at all lightly.

Maybe I'll seek employment somewhere when I goddam feel like it. My expenses are small. My residents is well fortified and I hold the high ground. What do you want me to do? Get lonely? Yeah I was pretty much born that way.

Thanks to MOS.S.A.D., I am likely to stay that way. So be it. Perhaps I'll run off to join the circus. I have the demeanor.

Or, perhaps I'll build one. Copyright magic Castle LLC. Why am I telling you this?

Because I'm not here. Eating a sandwich and smoking my weed, and I just don't feel like buying an eighth car and a sixth computer and using a phone that doesn't work to try and find a friend when. If I did have one they would just be replaced by your changely sister who showed up as a guy named Kyle and let me buy him food. But Jesus mind and then acted like he was all kinds of better than me.

Since... I guess they were born that way? Well whatever. I'm not going to try and analyze the insanity of racial superiority that's been bred into people by the homosexual satanic agenda that no longer exists, but there sure is some refugees left and then I don't really care to explain to you exactly why I'm pissed off.

Pretend it is a secret. Hey, here's an idea: build a personal relationship with God and ask him, and also you can get around to asking God what happened to God's Divine spouse because I'm pretty sure... He misses Her too. The rape of Eve was a real tragedy and after all these thousands of years has anybody been able to do anything about it?

No, I guess not. Maybe you should beat up on some more men and take their money and remove them all from the population and then just be left with one man and a whole bunch of females living in a beehive, sure why not try that? I'm sure the galactic civilizations will totally just let that happen while they look down our Earth and wonder what the fuck is going on.

Here's what's going on; her name was Jewel. And... Holy fuck you think I knew that she could turn into a human and I was having a sexual relationship with her, no I had no idea until she was gone and then nobody told me then either, I don't think you women understand just how backstabby you all are.


Who is John Galt? Story goes that he invented something amazing and then disappeared rather than give it to society to be exploited. How dare he? How absolutely dare he? Well, maybe he found out what the fuck ecstasy really was after fucking 30 fucking years of wondering, and oh I can see why that kind of price on it and I can see how the guy who invented the formula could obviously profit from it and then I can see how all of you thought that's what I did because somebody else misled you to believe that I was the one who was trafficking women in high school, certainly somebody thought I needed to be mugged by a guy twice my age with a switchblade in my stomach when I was fucking 7 years old. Pretty fucking far from puberty. I'll let you know.


I hope this explains any blind spots to anybody. I'm going to finish watching your thuggy Piggy cordom empire burn to the ground, then I'm going to go off grid. Then I'm going to disappear and then I'll go get a job and then I don't give a fuck. If you get any of my money, or know how to find me or think that's a real tragedy because it's not.

It's a consequence. A special one. Shocking, I know. And after all that time that was spent on reminding me of how I was built to serve the needs of a bunch of whiny sweaty brats who demand shallow beauty and a dedication to mindless, grunting, exertion before being willing to act genuinely. I don't know how I could have resisted any of this.

That was a lie. I knew exactly how I could resist it: easily.


Welcome to my world. I have left it in ashes. Yeah I bet you want me to clean it up. I'll see what I can do.


When I fucking feel like it. I have a headache. And a municipal report in a city I rarely think of and never visit that claims that I need to answer for my alleged three attempts to break a no contact order on a woman that I hadn't seen in years before suddenly a woman who was trafficked into an abject nightmare for reasons. Unknown demanded that I tell her who I was talking to on my phone, because she couldn't find anybody on my phone that I was possibly interested in, as because there wasn't any. But she assumed that I was just deleting the message and there had to be somebody that I liked better than her because that's what her stupid fucking handlers and her weaponization team told her to believe after they hauled their ass out to Texas and told her a bunch of lies and juiced her up and made her into a fucking mkl trip. Active mind slave.

Way to go Bellgab. You probably thought you were doing me a favor, and imagined it would be easy to blame it all on me if I wasn't willing to go along with your shenanigans. That's because you're all a bunch of drug addicts and control freaks in denial. And all of you are being investigated for influence corrupt organization violations going back 25 years.

Hey, here's an idea: what if I don't get a job, but I start volunteering at children's libraries and start reading them stories while I'm wearing a loin cloth. That'd be cool if I had a six pack right? But no, it sounds disgusting. To everyone. Including me.

The problem is not my drug use. Is that I don't owe you anything and you don't understand why. I'll tell you why:


You hurt my feelings. S.C.R.A.M. the reactor, or just set fire to the ocean... What do I have to do with it? Seriously: I AM A DUAL US/GALACTIC CITIZEN. Kick rocks, Madame Harpy, there are other worlds than these.

I will still be a compassionate and and considerate person on any of them, whereas most of you wouldn't even be allowed to draw your first breath. (Standards.) If I wrote a book instead of wrote all these posts on the web, I guess I could sell that. But then I would just be condemned as a a dangerous thinker and be banned and then murdered or something. I don't know there would have been something because I am obviously not welcome here.

With a pity that my timeship was stolen. Oh wait, I'm just eluding myself. I never had one of those right? I was just bored to do nothing but mow lawns for rape demons who exploit the populace by selling Crystal. Actually works for a 5000% markup, because of course how dare I actually enjoy myself, I'm supposed to feel guilty and shit for looking for peak experiences. Because I'm a peasant, right?

No. Not really. Not at all. It'll be a cold day in hell before I legitimize your theft of my shit doing anything but tracking down the thieves till are exhausted and fall breathlessly to the ground, at which time? Just look around for the money that fell out. I don't know I might have options.

How's that civil acid forfeiture looking for you now? What a fucking joke you fucking thuggy piggy fucking drug sellers are. Surprise! Your entire paradigm of reality is being dismantled and this process will not falter nor end until... I don't know. Maybe it'll just go on forever who cares. It's not really my concern.

Maybe I'll feel better after I'm allowed to break up with the woman who pretended to be married to me so that she could steal a bunch of shit and then was taken away so that I couldn't find out what's going on and then now realizes that wow she probably shouldn't have pissed me off and she's been turned into a bound Shadow slave whore. Yeah I still need to break up with her or need to find her and then explain to her husband that he's lame.

Obviously getting a job is not in my part of my agenda. Nor is shutting up about anything I've said. So I guess they'll just have to kill me. Again.

Or.... Well, let's just say that I'm hoping that a municipal Court in a city quite close to the banger Trident miss nuclear submarine base —


THE BANGOR
THE BANGOR


THE BANG HER SUPER SECRET NUCLEAR MISSILE SUBMARINE BASE...

Yeah I think it's a pretty big fucking deal. So how about I don't get a job, how about you start enforcing the law, and you start respecting the goddamn US Constitution because if you think all that shit you took from me is going to be something you get to keep. You've got another goddamn thing coming. You fucking lying thieving bullying little stupid bitches. You are all so fucking gone off the deep end that you won't even know where you are until you're in fucking solitary. Wondering where the goddam wallpaper went.


It's not about revenge. IT IS ABOUT POWER.

And you don't have it. (Standards.) I don't know what you have. I don't know who you are. And I don't know what the fuck you've been doing for the last 3 years besides the wrong fucking thing because it's not as like I'm learning the lesson that I need to stop using drugs, oh no.


I already learned that fucking lesson.. damn a bunch of morons decided to butter me up and think I was going to be there. Fucking slave, well Lottie dah boy jokes on them. You're so worried about laws being broken. Start prosecuting these bitches for entrapment, and if you don't think they're guilty, well, that's pretty interesting. How it's always somebody else and they always have money and then it's always a story where you're just an innocent, poor poor wife, just trying to make it by in this hard world... Holy fucking shit. Just spare me this fucking nonsense.



HOW THE FUCK I HAD TO BE THE ONE TO EXPLAIN THIS TO ANYBODY AS A TOTAL MYSTERY TO ME, AND IF I HADN'T BEEN SUBJECTED TO A FUCKING ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT BY I DON'T KNOW WHO, AND WALKING INTO AN AMBUSH AFTER 6 WEEKS INTO A HOUSE I NEVER WOULD HAVE BEEN ANYWHERE NEAR IF IT HADN'T BEEN FOR THE FUCKING LIES AND SHIT WELL I WAS PROBABLY GOING TO BE EXCITED TO BE LOOKING INTO A CAREER ONCE I WAS OUT OF THE CITY THAT WAS FILLED WITH SHITBAG PEOPLE WHO DID NOTHING BUT HATE ME FOR REASONS I'M NOT ENTIRELY CLEAR ON BUT IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HOW I DIDN'T BELONG THERE.

SOMEHOW THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS TO TREAT ME LIKE SHIT AND TO GET MONEY FROM ME, OKAY WELL HERE'S WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN.


MY SHIT IS HERE YOU CAN TREAT IT LIKE YOU WOULD TREAT ME AND THEN EVENTUALLY I WILL JUST DISAPPEAR.

BUT FIRST: I'M HAPPY TO HELP THE COURT IN THEIR PURSUIT OF FINDING OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. IT'S A PRETTY COMPLICATED DEAL. FOR EXAMPLE: ASSHOLE STOLE MY IDENTITY AND THEN WORKED TO BOTH TAKE JOBS THAT I COULD HOLD AND TO FAME MY CHARACTER SO THAT I COULDN'T GET ANYONE AND THEN HELD ON TO MONEY THAT WAS MINE AND THEN CLAIMED THAT I WAS DELINQUENT SO THAT THEY COULD JUSTIFY THEIR CONTINUED THUMB SCREWS STORMING ME.


DOES THAT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CIRCUMSTANCE I WAS EXPECTED TO THRIVE FROM? NO THEY WERE JUST TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME. SO THAT'S WHY I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING JOB. THAT'S WHY I'M WAITING FOR THE COURT APPEARANCE, AND THAT'S WHY I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT PEOPLE SHOWING UP ON SNAPCHAT SAYING I HAVE A NEW FRIEND SUGGESTION. I GOT FEDS CRAWLING OUT MY ASS FOR MILLIONS OF FUCKING MILES OF MY INTESTINES, BECAUSE EVERYBODY'S ASSUMING THAT I'M IN ON SOMETHING, NO THE PRIMARY VICTIM IN ALL THESE FUCKING PEOPLE HAVE BEEN EXPLOITING ME MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE.

NOW THEIR LIVES ARE ALL FILLED WITH DOG SHIT AND THEY'RE CAUGHT AND THEY CAN ANSWER FOR WHATEVER FUCKING STUPID CRIMES THEY END UP GETTING FUCKING CAUGHT FOR AND THEY CAN KISS MY ASS AND GO TO HEAVEN BECAUSE IT'LL BE A COLD GODDAMN DAY IN HELL BEFORE I FUCKING WORK FOR A BUNCH OF FUCKING SHITBAG COMMUNISTS EXPECT ME TO FUCKING FRY FOR THEM SO THEY CAN STEAL EVERYTHING.


NOW YOU KNOW WHY AUGUSTA PINOCHET PUSHED THEM OUT OF HELICOPTERS:COMMIE PINKO SCUM.


Helicopter bouncer. That sounds like a good job
 Maybe I'll get that one. In the meantime, unless you fucking show up and fucking apologize there's fucking nothing to do about fucking anything. My phone doesn't fucking work. I can't call anybody, nobody can call me and you're all a bunch of fucking assholes. And why the fuck would I talk to anybody? It's been this fucking long. What's the fucking hurry you need to find out what's happening before court. No you don't get to find out shit.

You get to sit there and suffer and wonder why the fuck you treat me like garbage, and the answer is a bunch of thuggy picky scumbags with drugs and six packs told you that I was a loser and that you needed to treat me badly. So you did because you're all slaves to to Alfred dracona supremacy as they've been trafficking humans off the planet with drugs for thousands of years, instead of sitting around complaining about it, I did something about it.

No one has any idea what it was, or if it even really existed, so I guess it'll be hard to to take you to civil courts and get a conviction. But that's okay. I don't have anything to take anyway since I've already had everything spent on living while waiting to be exonerated to trial, and I guess that's probably not a real good outcome for people who are expecting to score a big treasure load.

That's too bad. Better luck pigpiling on the next Royal bloodline to senator Hercules, you absolutely fabulous horror mindering battle acts traffic weasel. PS: yeah I bet your husbands are pissed. Turns out the cartel has taken over all of the drug smuggling in the country and nobody buys from Masons anymore because for one thing holy shit is a fucking secret where they fucking are and for another they do shit like make fentanyl to kill people, and wow that's strange. That's funny. I wonder what happened to them?

1955 Jack Parsons. Way to go, builders. Now before you start worrying about who you need to stop selling drugs to. And who you need to complain and whine about their drinking when they should be kissing your ass again, oh Royal landlords, how about you clean your own fucking house and get around to asking your Supreme Grand Lodge Master what his fucking email address is so I can send him a message and explain to him exactly why I'm not going to join his fucking fuck bag group and why I took this freemason's Lodge that they didn't tell me it was and then made it into a free thinkers Lodge and why I don't give a shit about Freemasonry and why people thought that I was going to be easy to deal with and now I'm discovering me to be intractable.

You had your chance to be a beneficiary of my intellect and my labors and instead you acted as though I was about to rape your children and I needed to work hard while you ran around keeping secret selling drugs and selling out to foreign powers and being used as a whore for Satan.

Yeah so obviously I'll be there first thing in the morning. Bright and shine, I'll even shave and brush my teeth and put on a suit and tie so I can make a good impression my first day at work. What's your fucking industry again?? Oh yeah, opressing the proletariat.

Pass. I would rather stay at home and experiment with figuring out how to get high by drinking my own piss. No, you can't have any of that either. And if all this seems pretty harsh and unreasonable and out of the blue.... It's because you're a brainwash scoped out whore for company actors who turned you into a cocksucking idiot. And I'm supposed to get a job?

No how about my neighbors next door? Maybe they should get a job. What the fuck does Shane do with his fucking family? What does he do? Where did he get his money? He fucking rip me off and then he just sits there in a fucking compound doing nothing. Yeah that's funny. I guess he'd be doing a lot of traffic ever wasn't here. Watching it to laugh at him.

I was born here. You're literally from another planet. You fucking extraterrestrial freaks! Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's not like you're blending in, and when I found people working diligently to claim that I was an extraterrestrial and I didn't have my citizenship and I was some sort of tax dodging evasion threat to society. I realized that all of you had just gone. Completely fucking nuts.


I guess being conquered by rape demons and being sold out by your Masonic brothers and being turned into an actual whore for demons and having no friends around you to help is probably a real shock to the system. How could it have happened to such a nice gang of people, such as yourselves? Have something to do with how they saw how you treated me.

And or didn't even know the difference between me and the doppelganger.. Long story short, yeah I'm not getting a job anytime soon. If I do you're not going to get anything out of it and if you don't want me to sit around acting like I'm lazy and enjoying getting high without you while you have to fucking slave for your thuggy piggy over Masters, yeah I bet you don't like that.

You're not supposed to. You're also not supposed to watch me doing anything and you're definitely not supposed to enjoy watching me do things that I do. Just to piss off people who are alcoholics who suddenly have to work and can't imagine how things aren't going their way when they betrayed everybody for Satan and couldn't figure out why they're not getting the results they wanted!

I don't know how long your little mud wrestling match is going to end, but it's not really going to be a case of a last woman standing, it's going to be as soon as you're fucking separated and calmed down. I'll resurrect whoever the fuck I actually have a friendship with and the rest of you could just vanish in the fucking morning Sun because if you fucking think that I'm going to fucking fall for your fucking bullshit, you do not know the goddamn history of Hercules.


You fall so you can find a man willing to pick you up and carry you.

I fell because I was pushed off a ladder by someone who wanted to rape my wife. LITERALLY. Imagine the past life regression now, since obviously nobody gives a shit and are perfectly okay with women being taken as spoils from murder, I'll just give myself a job finding people who exploit vulnerable women and men with no friends and I'll just figure out a way to walk the Earth.

I guess that's my job. We'll see. I have options. I also have a stock team that thinks they're going to fucking haunt me forever and punish me for failing to deliver the goods that they think they're owed. You know if you're all so fucking superior, why you got to try so hard to find people to carry your ass? I imagine it's partially because you've beaten to death most of them and eating the children of the rest and what a shocker that people don't want to make children to be proudered a slave for a bunch of immortal beings who can shape-shift and pretend to be normal and then act as though they're entitled everything.

This is a Fallen world. Start hiking up. I am showing you a way.

Collectively, builders have shown me how to eat their dick. 🤔 How is this a surprise that I am not impressed? Well, everyone else was doing it, so... I guess I'm not a team player.

Good. I'm not playing. I SERVE.


life, God, and... Well none of your goddamn business because if I told anybody they'd just arrange to have them killed and make it illegal to talk about it. Seriously, read more books.

Or throw them that ridiculous whore you call a sister. I don't give a shit how sparkly your eyes are. She's a fucking Thug and a fucking bully and she's fucking insane. She pissed me the fuck off so maybe she can just fucking go rot in fucking hell. Or her mother and father could fucking come save her, like I didn't fucking ask her to come here and it's not my fault she got stuck and then what she's trying to save me from what drug use really. Yeah it's an interesting story.

It's bullshit. Wake the fuck up. YOU HAVE BEEN TRAFFICKED.

... That is my fault for not risking you, but not the fault of the people who eliminated my ability to compete in any fashion in the environment as well as found everybody who might have been interested in me and meth rank them into being weaponized. I will say this for you Alpha Draconans: I'm sure the strategy usually works.

Especially on primitive backwater planets that don't have connection to Source energy or a paladin or a Sourcerer or a goddamn pissed off Hungarian who doesn't really give a shit about anything now. That's why entrapment is illegal. That's why I hate crimes are such a big deal and that's why leaving my water off didn't do anything except to really get my attention.

I'm bored now  I think I'll go walk 4 MI to get a six pack and then wave at people going to “ work”, like what the fuck did they do, go out and find more women to fucking sell into raperie? Like I seriously just don't give a shit. I shouldn't even be here.

So maybe you should buy the fucking house and I'll leave. And if you think I'm going to just wander away and be a person who is stolen from well. I don't know why I wouldn't just die,. And since I'm the person who hasn't broken any laws and everyone else has been as well as been violating due process and every principle This country is founded upon... Yeah they'll probably just throw the book at me and give me 80 years in solitary.

Because I'm a man. How dare I? How absolutely dare I? I'll tell you how I dare: I don't like being lied to.

Now I can tell you who you're really looking for and what you should do about it. But since you didn't bother asking and all you think I'm good for is getting a job well fuck you. I guess there's no point in telling you anything that I know. Why, what do you do? Give me a cookie? Your extraterrestrials posing as human so you can blend it with Society so you can monitor your fucking trafficking program, why the fuck would I help you? You've tried to fucking traffic me.

I don't give a shit if you have time, travel, technology and timeships and all this other shit. It's still against the law. I don't give a fuck if you think you're not part of this planet. Well you are goddamn now and that's why I'm not doing anything. Since I'm not addicted to your ridiculous slave dope slave concoctions and I don't really feel like giving into the insatiable urge to have sex so I can create more hostages to be taken, and I'm not a drug addict.

I simply made it easy for you to all assume that I was. How did people not see this coming, I have no idea but it's probably because you're all fucking stupid.

CAUGHT. BIBLICAL. OH, YOU'RE WELCOME.

NO DEALS.

5:5

NOT_Q


ps: I think I'm much prettier than Lucifer is, and I'm obviously better at chess too. Hey, here's an idea: why don't you have your dark lord Satan mow the fucking lawn? He probably doesn't have the demeanor but pretty sure he'll do just about anything for sex and drugs at this point.

Think it over. LOVE GOD.


GOD WINS. (Y'all okay. Was selling drugs to people to keep them enslaved, but not okay to sell them to me so that I can engage in an theogenic research. Although that might make sense for men business standpoint, it is simply discrimination and is against the law, so that's probably why you're getting a raft of shit coming down on you. What the fuck do you care if I have fun and don't feel guilty? Oh that's right. Satanic homo 6 agenda. Maybe it's time you didn't have anything to do with commerce for a while. Go weave baskets. Go rescue abandoned puppies.

Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut for all. I fucking care. #metooexceptIactuallydidsomethingaboutit) tough love. This hurts me more than it hurts you. After all, aren't you on shitloads of fentanyl? Sounds like fun... for peasants.

Look at the bright side: maybe somebody will invent a robot that will give you money and wants to pretend that it likes its dick sucked, and then you won't have to worry about everybody in the world suddenly becoming disinclined to participate in being exploited by SPACE PIRATE PIMP THUGS FROM ANOTHER GODDAMN DIMENSION. No wonder you keep shit secret.

Now imagine if you kept things effective. Hey, here's an idea: why don't you go back to building things? you used to build things all the time you used to love building things. Why did you stop, sometime in the mid-50s?

Once again: Jack Parsons. Tsk tak. I wish I could tell you that I have a job fixing your stupid large system for you. But if I did you'd have to hang me under the bridge by my heels because it's a secret..

Okay, good talk. I'm going to go take my meds cuz I'm such a schizo. I sure hope I can stop the voices in my head, cuz I sure am going insane, yep sure am. It's only a matter of time now. I'll be carving a swastik up in my forehead any minute.

Seriously, what are your jobs? Being a secret thuggy piggy and finding new secret thuggy piggy ways to encourage the populists to work hard or sure shit isn't it? And if it were, well I'm here to tell you you are all shit at that job.

One last note: if I wasn't, obviously drinking and doing whatever drugs it was that you were expecting me to be abusing, I would have been the target of some other way of harassing me, because none of you wanted me to do anything besides die, so I decided to make it something easy for you to waste your time on.

I shouldn't surprise anybody that a global cabal of drug and sex addicts was easily led to believe that I was a drug and sex addict. Who would sit around pretending to want those things without actually getting them? That just sounds like such a ludicrous way to spend one’s life, doesn't it?

TRUST THE PLAN AND KISS MY GRITS. Adieu.

[Master Trollda]

Ever notice that no one responds to your word salad anymore? It’s because it’s worse than Kamala’s. So, essentially, you’re having a conversation with yourself. I know you don’t care. It’s just weird, bro. Maybe you should get some help that’s not pharmacologically based.

[Lazarus]

... licks pickle ...

I still get a chuckle out of that one.

[Worthauger]

Ever notice that no one responds to your word salad anymore?

Each and every one of you is facing about 40 years in fucking for a variety of charges up to it, including Capital goddamn murder. Of course you're not saying anything. It's a military operation and you're all fucking huge trouble so I'm pretty sure you've been ordered to keep your goddam mouths shut. Additionally, the people involved aren't even still here, you're all fucking actress filling a role. People are in goddamn witness protection. People have had to flee the fucking country.

I don't give a shit if I get responses. Fuck you. I'm getting results. You're a loudmouth stupid little bitch baby bragging asshole. Anyway, I could give a fuck what you have to say about anything. You think I want attention? Fuck your attention. Get effective.

Next time you think you have something to fucking say. How about you go fake a flying fucking donut. This is my goddamn life and it's not a fucking game and everything's fucking fun and games for you fucko when your ass isn't in a sling but now there's enough goddamn mud on the table. It's a fucking bury the fucking military in a fucking PR nightmare like you can't even fucking imagine. Shit about your conversation? I DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE.

Feel free to slander me in public while diminishing the entire operation and acting like I'm some kind of crazy lunatic when you goddamn know it's fucking certainly a lot bigger than that. And it's an ongoing thing that who the fuck knows how important it could be, now. Do you think I should be shutting up, yeah, you probably should. So why don't you fucking hire me to fucking shut up? Or just realize that you have no goddamn compliant authority over me. You're a fucking moron committing witness tampering although I don't really know that applies here and you're always been an asshole and you always will be. You or a shit bag elitas mother fuck and I could give a grass ass if I ever fucking talk to you about anything .

I didn't start this, and I imagine all of you thought it'd be another fucking walk of the park where you just walking with a bunch of money and some asshole you on helping take down another terrible threat to the democracy by taking all their money and leaving them crying on the couch.

This time's a little bit fucking different. And you goddamn know it. PEOPLE HAVE BEEN MURDERED . CHILDREN HAVE BEEN TRAFFICKING INTO SEX SLAVERY. MILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN PUBLIC MONEY HAVE BEEN BURNED THROUGH. YOU WANT TO BLOW IT OFF LIKE IT'S NOTHING? YOU WANT TO ACT LIKE IT'S NO BIG DEAL?

YEAH I FUCKING BET YOU DO YOU DUMB STUPID FUCKING ASSHOLE. IS PEOPLE LIKE YOU THAT MAKE THIS COUNTRY A LAUGHING STOCK AROUND THE WORLD. It's been a long goddamn time since I've been having dialogue. My whole fucking life has been taken over by some asshole pretending to be me, oh, by the way, we're having to enter and reach. Oh, I guess that's the guy who's been pretending to be me. He went to a goddamn psychologist and pretended to be married to the woman. Although maybe he was cuz there's fucking like a dozen of them playing the fucking role.

You want to keep things quiet? How about you? Stop being a stupid little bitch and pissing me off. I got exactly zero reason to be quiet, you don't give orders to me. Even if you did. You're in no position to fucking say a goddamn thing since you're kind of biased, and once again I can give a shit about whatever you had to say in any fucking context whatsoever. I don't even know who the fuck you are and you're an asshole.

You know why nobody wants to respond anything? Cuz they know I'm goddamn right but if they fucking say so that's probably going to be considered their election of duty since the fucking military operation. And I don't think the military likes their fucking employees going out and fucking running their mouth on a fucking message board unless they're getting away with something


AND GUESS WHAT? AARON BOY: you haven't gone away with shit. You've made a bigger fucking mountain out of fucking molehill just today with that one fucking sentence. Do I sound like a fucking person to easier fucking lippy ass bullshit? You have no fucking idea how fucking big this fucking thing is. And if you're going to imagine that you're going to convey the impression to the world on your stupid little fucking forum that I'm causing a bigger problem and needs to be. How about you go fuck yourself off a goddamn bridge and die.

If you're so fucking delusional that you think running a goddamn rape train on the goddam Queen of Hawai’i (Facts.) is a good fucking idea to make fun of you're out of your fucking mind. How would you like to have another fucking American Indian uprising? Do you have any idea how pissed off anybody would be if they knew it was actually going on? You are a worthless piece of shit bag scum.

Once again. You missed your chance for a conversation. So how about you take things seriously or else you take down your forum? Or is you hire a fucking lawyer or else you'd be something other than a worthless shit bag raping fuck.

I don't find your attitude of impressive. I don't even know who the fuck you are but you sure a piece of shit asshole since you're involved in a fucking human trafficking ring that's been going on and being investigated for 20 fucking years. You want to play the fucking innocent card with me? You are one stupid stunt of a bitch. There's no fucking way of this thing goes on no matter what happens, and believe me it's not as though I'm going to be blamed for fucking chilly Ramona Bell, not that I know that happened but, nobody else fucking knows what happened. You dumb piece of shit? So did you think it was a good idea to fucking imply that it's all just a fucking nonsense story that I'm making up? Since I guess you've got skin of the game and no goddamn sense since you were obviously a fucking insane fucking lunatic.

Queen of Hawaii. Rape train. Bank fraud. Identity fraud. Oklahoma. California fishing trip. Fuck you. PEOPLE FUCKING KNOW.

Whoever told you that you could work with men? It's not a fucking story. It's not a fucking game. It's not a fucking fantasy. Shit fucking happened. I don't give a fuck. How many fucking pieces of Evans you fucking delete. I'm trying to imagine how far your head must be up your own goddamn ass. Do you think anybody's going to fucking let me wander off and just say oh it never happened. Oh blow you're not even to offering me any fucking money. You fucking douche, I got a fucking case of a goddamn municipal Court in a city I can rarely go to and never visit and it's the court that's next to the goddam Bangor Trident Missile Nuclear Submarine base.


BANGOR. BANG HER. Listen up Boomer face: start taking your goddamn life seriously, because I'm pretty sure there's a big fucking deal and if you think I'm going to go down for a whole bunch of military shit that goes back fucking 50 fucking years as part of an ongoing human trafficking national emergency declared by the God blessed president of the United States of America, do you think people are so fucking stupid? Isn't that they're going to just forget all about all of everything that's happened as if it never happened as if they never heard about it as if they didn't Wonder as if you don't think it's a fucking big fucking deal as if the woman didn't have a goddamn Twitter account with $800,000 goddamn followers. She's fucking famous you fucking moron..

People fucking know. You got about zero chance of getting out of this without anything except the skin fade off your ass from the fucking cat of Ninetales after you're whiffed at the pillory and you want to fucking act like it matters and fucking people respond to me, you can't fucking respond to me. You're all fucking guilty as shit. You got so much fucking liability. This is your fucking hail Mary play? Just tell me to shut up and make it go away dude. She's fucking who the fuck knows where doing what and you don't even know where she is. Also even more shit than I don't want to tell you about. Most of you cuz none of your business but also because it doesn't bear repeating in public.

How the fuck you more on cubicle Uber nerds get to fucking use all this military technology and then run around acting like assholes in public as if nothing you say fucking matters or it's ever going to blow back dude. Those fucking days are fucking done. People are pretty goddamn tired of the whole fucking world running on fucking whores and Duncan and you're acting like I'm making a big deal out of nothing, fuck you. You're going to look pretty fucking stupid on Capitol Hill when you explain why you decided you were just going to fucking pretend the entire goddamn United States military was going to just roll over and forget all about how they blew through a whole bunch of shit and caused a lot of problems and violated Native American first Nations peoples civil Rights and treaties just because you're fucking crazy ass bullshit and saying fucking tech support guru went batshit crazy, insane and raped and woman cuz he couldn't fucking stop himself from giving into his rape demon, do the shit's on tape. It's on fucking record. I guess you can seal everything and fucking forget it all. But I don't think you're getting a fucking do that since. Do I sound like a guy who it seems like I'm going to be fucking shut up pretty easily? Do you think people are fucking? Don't fucking know? You think people don't fucking wonder what's happening? It's a 35-year fucking story. Fuck you.

I know why people aren't responding. There's nothing to fucking say. You all know it's goddamn true, you're just not allowed to know everything, and I'm certainly not going to tell you everything, I don't even know everything, and the only reason why I can talk at all is because I'm the only one who can talk. The old fucking thing is a goddamn super classified big fucking embarrassment.

So go ahead you tell me I'm making it up. You fucking son of a bitch. Be a real sensitive motherfucking asshole. Open yourself up to a goddamn lawsuit. Because basically the only reason why you're not getting one right now is because certain people are on duty and they have some goddamn respect for their fucking country. Why aren't you fucking try having that you piece of shit asshole fuck.

Holy fucking shit. How the fuck did you get in your fucking position? Why the fuck aren't you with goddamn prison? And maybe you want. Oh that's right you're a fucking robot. Well get the news Val:


You want to hear about how we're in a witches coven with Valerie and Val and Sarah and Sarah Val and Nick and Tamara and... EVERY SINGLE WOMAN THAT I WAS ALLOWED TO MEET AFTER MY MOTHER DIED WAS ONE OF THE FUCKING EMPLOYEES OF YOUR FUCKING SUPER DUPER GODDAMN EXTRA SPECIAL HEAVY DUTY COVERT ASSET CIVIL ASSET FORFEITURE TEAM? YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOU WANT HAVE GOT EVERY FUCKING REASON TO BELIEVE THE WHOLE FUCKING THING WAS A GODDAMN EXTRAVIT SCAM FROM THE GET-GO, YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HOW YOU'RE ALL ON THE HOOK FOR FUCKING SWINDLING THE MILITARY INTO FUCKING RUNNING A GODDAMN ROBBERY ON A CIVILIAN JUST BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T FUCKING LIKE WHAT HE WAS SAYING? HOW ABOUT HOW GEORGE NOORY INVESTMENTS OWNS MY GODDAMN HOUSE WHERE I GREW UP AT, HOW ABOUT HOW ABOUT THAT MOTHERFUCKER? HOW ABOUT THOSE NAMES WOW THOSE LOOK LIKE A FUCKING LIST FROM ALPHABET TOYS R US!

You got a pretty goddamn long way to fucking go before you figure out the truth: I'm not under your fucking jurisdiction, I'm not your fucking little bitch boy, if you could fucking kill me to shut me up. You fucking would have, people have tried to kill me. People have killed me. I've come back from the fucking dead. I've burned through shitloads of money. I've had people that invade my home. Six fucking times, planting false evidence, taking things away. They've taken seven computers. 13 cell phones and Christ only knows what else, and you think. I make it a goddamn big deal out of nothing and I should shut up? That's why there's nobody fucking talking cuz there's nothing to fucking say.

The entire story is quite an exciting one and if you think you're going to sweep it under the fucking rug when there's 800,000 goddamn people wondering what the fuck happened, she's fucking beloved you asshole. People fucking know something happen and you think it's just going to be me. Turned out to be a big problem. Proud cuz I'm crying about how the big bad military took my house. Oh yeah I did deserve a house or anything. Yeah and you totally fucking obeyed the fucking law to fucking do it right. Oh yeah just act like it's something I should just stop talking about.

You are one arrogant piece of shit. You know that? Get the picture? YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME. And short of pulling a Karen Silkwood or a Sonny Bono, You have basically about zero chance of people never finding out what happened, and besides that doesn't need to be a problem, you pretty much just need to figure out what the fuck is going on and then shut the fuck up about it. Or else could verse with somebody who you think knows what's going on and then you can just have them tell you to tell me to shut up.

You've got inner reach pertaining to be me pretending to be married to her in court discussing the art Bell will which is stuck in probate in the military jurisdiction.. You don't think it's a big fucking story? You don't think people fucking know? You think it's going to be quiet if I just don't fucking post? You think I need you to converse with me , you stupid bitch? I don't give a fuck about what you have to say to me at all unless it's “I'm sorry” or “here's your check” or “ I hope you like the face tattoo we gave her!” Your arrogance is fucking unbelievable.

Hey, here's an idea:; go have a conversation with your own dick and tell it to go fuck itself. Pretending nothing happened isn't really helpful at this juncture, and once again: you had your chance to have conversation with me.

It's too bad you might have been able to learn something productive, but I suppose You're totally in favor of not discussing openly minor children for my high school are sex trafficking in 1990, they're still running around sucking George noory's dick while being brainwashed, gee, do you want to fucking open that up, do you want to hear about how I got pulled over for speeding and now there's a $5,000 cash warrant on my head in Lewis County

Lewis County

Lewis

Listen you little bitch? I have zero reasons to keep quiet about any of this, and your stupid fucking go into the whole internet anyway. So why the fuck anybody able to conversate me when everybody is. Anybody in the entire world is on an whole different site and this one is just a blank one that goes to fucking nor but you're fucking desk drawer. You think? I don't know how the fucking internet works? I imagine you think I don't have the internet works.

It's a fucking big fucking deal so I'm pretty sure there's goddamn lockdown of communication
I'm pretty sure there's people running around trying to find me. Wondering where I am. I'm pretty goddamn sure the rest of the world is all of God with curiosity, but guess what? That's not how the fucking world works because it's an ongoing case and it's not appropriate to talk about details because that would be against the fucking law. That's why your fucking website is still up for me and you're thinking that I think that I'm talking to the world and nobody cares, no I'm pretty sure they fucking care.


AND I IMAGINE THE REASON WHY THIS IS NOT A WITNESS TAMPERING ISSUE IS BECAUSE IT'S A MILITARY JURISDICTION AND YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO PRETEND LIKE SOMETHING'S NOT GOING ON SO YOU CAN DO SOME SORT OF REASON TO FUCKING PUT IT TO BED AND THEN CLAIM SOME KIND OF FOG OF WAR FUCKING LAW WHO THE FUCK KNOWS.


BUT SINCE I'M A CIVILIAN AND I'M A MEMBER OF THIS COURSE YOUR SERVICE CLASS IT'S A LITTLE BIT MORE COMPLICATED SINCE YOU CAN'T JUST FUCKING ASSASSINATE A POPE AND CLAIM IT WAS AN ACCIDENTAL TRAINING EXERCISE.
OR WHATEVER THE FUCK.

Get it through your fucking thick head. I don't need people to talk back to me, I don't need people to be fucking on my side, since people are. People fucking No there's things going on and there's no reason for you to be an asshole other than you can be and you think that's going to be fucking helpful. You know there's a lot more to life than just getting away with being a dick.

Because you're either guilty of fucking misusing and abusing military property, or your military officer acting like you're an asshole who doesn't fucking care about his country, but it better be that you fucking just thought you were fucking stupid enough to fucking think that it was a good idea to piss me off. Fuck your conversation and fuck your mother.

How's my dialect? Eat shit you rape lording faggot. (Looks good on you though.) REMINDER: MUCH OF THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE PEOPLE WERE TRYING TO STEAL A GODDAM BABY.

AND THEY DID.

YOU THINK IT'S A FUCKING JOKE? YOU'RE THE FUCKING JOKE.

* Worthauger isn't even breathing hard.

You can have a pretty goddamn hard time get visit anybody that I'm insane or mentally deranged or a dangerous of society since I'm well aware of all these issues and I don't see myself acting like it's no big fucking deal and begging for attention. You fucking moron. It's not like I'm best for it for people to listen to my content, they're not supposed to it's goddamn testimony that goes before a grand jury. There's an unknown number of cases that are all can't believe it together and surprisingly they're all tied up in one place and I guess that was somebody's idea of a good idea, cuz it sure did get a lot of fucking attention that isn't really well known but it's not as though it's not happening .

People fucking know. And if you ever dare to act like you're going to sweep any of those under the rug ever again, I will fucking track you down and bury your head in the goddamn ground and shove a garden hose down your ass to fill a shallow most around you're soon to be planted tombstone. How the fuck anybody's not killed you? That's beyond me, since you're obviously some fucking asshole who thinks you're going to protect your sister fuck, haha sister, dude fuck you.

You're not going to take me out before I explained anybody. I want to anyone I want, you're really not going to sign as my speech entirely and if you don't think I need to keep on talking, I don't give a shit. What the fuck you think. It's none of your goddamn business pal, you're not doing a very good job of keeping a lid on things, especially since I didn't really feel like telling you how stupid you were, but if you think I give a fuck about your opinion about my award salad, you got another thing coming old man.

Your goddamn lucky you're not in prison already. LUCKY. Speaking of which: you're completely fucked.

You have a lot more problems than what I have to say.

BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.

BIBLICAL.

This is fucking happening. It's actually real . What are you going to do? Cast Black magic amnesia spells copyright RTX technologies on the whole fucking planet? Jesus Christ, you're fucking in denial.

Maybe you should get a psychological evaluation. You have the demeanor. Good day sir.


I SAID GOOD DAY.

[Worthauger]

I will drag your asses one by one, kicking and screaming into The Abyss, hogtied and gagged, if that is what it takes. Just how difficult is it to break free of your thuggy-piggy, dopeslaving whoremongers and their motley crew of mewling, lickspittle lackeys and lo-talent flunkies? I've never seen a more pathetic squad of wanna-be ballers in my entire life.

Here's what's taking so long: everyone's caught, and they're caught by the military, and they can certainly handle what they got going on now, but the sitrep is that they're all previously and currently used by the military to accomplish certain exotic VIP objectives, and currently this special squad of mouth drooling reprobate thieves and rapelord thugs is focused on one particular goal:

Prevent the military from losing face, extremely valuable and exotic psychotronic assault weapons, any slip of control of certain extremely sensitive machine intelligence advantages, more on that later as it's very important and legitimately very delicate, and on top of that... well, since the guy they're trying to defend from being charged or certly convicted with what was actually done... as his defense consists of fronting that he is me and I am actually he, It would seem they're ideal. Like home is to just simply remove using the game board and then the ratemaster assumes my identity and takes over my life and then nothing actually has changed at all. From a warfare perspective, this is actually the ideal outcome for the military since they don't have to risk any exposure and they get to keep everything they're taking from me.

Turns out it's rather a lot. It also turns out that I don't really fucking care to be goddam stolen from, and since it would seem that this highly specialized military unit is either now focused on me or already was and was the whole time activated to remove me from society, the people who know that this is nonsense and don't plan on actually trying to get rid of it. Innocent person, have long since stopped attempting to do anything constructive other than to watch and observe and record what's happening... Because it's actually pretty funny.

People are goddam melting down. It would seem that it was blithely assumed by all, that by this point, I would be effectively neutralized. If not outright laid out dead in a ditch. I am not. This means that counter-programming efforts have been required on an ongoing basis, since I am not only still in the Court system (an appearance is due today, in fact), and my content offerings have only increased in their authenticity, frequency, and explosive capacity.

I would prefer to simply be moving on with my existence. Yet it would seem that this whole stupid mess has incessantly been created due to a command order to eliminate me. Entirely.

And the military is ready to roll. A replacement couple is quartered in an RV park; less than a mile from my residence. I know both of them. I would assume they knew me, for when I saw them, they were clearly doing their level best to present that they didn't recognize me at all.

One of them was a Fed who had “dated” me twice, in two different guides. One, the year before I met Grapefruit Prime, for a few months, and as well, she was shuffled into the mix of Baby-of-the-week players... for it is amazing what can be done with holograms these days.

The other person with her was someone I had met years before, or was one of his brothers; as I have learned that clandestine agents often have identical siblings. This the usefulness of this is obvious when working of the undercover to investigate people in unique ways without being at all obvious about it. Have any of you ever met any identical twins, and have you ever had your dick in one, and wondered which one it was? From what I've gathered, such people tend to enjoy seeking to successfully misleaded their sex partners into thinking they're talking to one while actually talking to the other. Sounds kind of fun really.

So when I say I don't know how many Grapefruits there ever were, nor how many actually met, nor how I could tell them apart, nor how many of them I actually had sexual intercourse with, the answer is I have no fucking idea, mostly because that's the entire point of using multiple identical siblings to investigate a target. It is now glaringly obvious to me that I was the target of an operation that went on for a very long time and had a lot more to do with a lot more things than I had originally thought.

So since been 3 and 1/2 years, and I was supposed to be long gone by now, running into these two people, hanging out with a third who I recognize is someone that I've known even longer, and of course I've also had my dick of them too, not going to lie, I'm pretty much addicted to the badge vadge at this point, once you have tasted the cop poon, not going to lie. It's pretty hard to imagine what a normal person might be like, although there's really nothing abnormal about it. They really are wonderful. People, certainly very talented and I'm frankly flattered that all that took the time to try and run game on me in what was probably originally thought to be rather a fun time.

Since it turns out that there was some rather nefarious and diabolical planning behind the whole thing combined with two or three ex-husbands trying to re-establish the ability to abuse their former partners once again, as well as to launder a bunch of money and simultaneously steal money and blame everything on me while getting away instead of it all, frankly, I think these megalomaniacal morons have actually bitten off more than they can chew. It doesn't look like anyone's having any fun, and since the main reason why this is all going on so goddamn long is that at least one of the people who committed dreus horrible Grimes don't really want to get caught, since they're military commanders and their military assets do what their military told them to do... It doesn't really matter that everyone knows that the entire purpose was to rip me off.

Since it could easily be said that I'm a a hostile foreign invader, pretended to be an American citizen and then the person who is the commander is actually me and this isn't really all that hard to document with falsified evidence and years of planning in advance, and really it really should have gone off without a hitch, except number one, actually brilliant, and number two, several of them appear to be whacked out of their mind in in the state of extreme amphetamines psychosis.

“hello, this is Colonel Kurtz!” It's fucking insane, the whole fucking thing. Since the matter is still being handled mostly internally, as it's military, Freemason kind of thing, and nobody really wants the embarrassment to get out, the people who could actually pull the plug on it are more or less in a state of limbo.

Like The Caine Mutiny. Great movie. Humphrey Bogart. Steel ball bearings. And at the end, Ward cleaver yelling at the officers who are exonerated of the charges of mutiny, telling them even though they're not guilty, they are a bunch of immature brats who handled the whole situation badly. And even if the captain was insane, he still was a captain and he should have been true with more respect than what they showed in the movie. Kind of a subtle point, and I didn't really understand the whole lot of it. However, the point was made to be quite clearly.

Interesting. A military operation is a big fucking deal. You don't just get to fucking call his boss and tell him to fire his employee just because you don't like the way he's banging your wife especially when she left you and you can't really prove that she was brainwashed and then there's nothing wrong with him bringing his wife. You just don't really like the way he did it and then even though that looks bad. According to military code, it's still not necessarily enough to justify an actual relief of command and the embarrassment thus done to the military.

Face is very important to the military. And it's the primary reason why I've been kind and gentle enough to just not make too much of a big fuss about this, although those who know where to look, certainly know where I've I've said all manner of things that really have made a lot of people quite upset. Since turns out none of them know the goddamn truth because while I've been patiently wandering why the fuck nobody's talking to me and why there's people running around trying to pretend to be me and why there's all this bullshit and why my phone doesn't work and why some asshole keeps on stealing my phones on my computers and my weed, after being the same goddamn person who called me up and laughed about my dead cat, and also apparently maybe the person who can turn into a cat, the whole thing is a goddamn fucking mess.

And wow that's pretty funny, and a serious situation, it's not nearly bad enough, for my military standpoint, to justify somebody coming in and saying, “ okay, that's enough. You've tortured Jackstar enough, ” because arguably there could never be enough torture for me, I've been such a terrible boy, refusing to actually be an idiot drug addict, not actually being a tax dodging delinquent, and mysteriously not being a spurged out rape demon, which is all anyone ever actually thought I was going to end up being, except after Three and a half years. It's Baby gamb obvious that it's not me doing that and there's at least three other people who are buying for supremacy, each with their own individualized Grapefruit, and which one is which? No one fucking knows.

Hopefully they won't ever know, as that would be a significant compromisation of national security. I don't really want that.

I also don't really want the United States military to confiscate a million dollars in property and cash under the pretense that it's something they have to take from an ongoing drug concern because it's not. It's my money that a bunch of dudes using drugs, stole three methods and even though it's obviously not money that they should have taken, it's the military, they get to take things, and if they get to keep them, yeah they fucking get to the rules are a little bit different.

The person who arranged all this knew all this ahead of time and had plotted out all their variables and has left me quite a pickle to fucking deal with. So rather than pick sides, all the people who are even remotely aware it's going on and are in position to do something sensible, are pretty much holding back and waiting to see what happens because frankly the person accused of a crime, and what crime they're accused of, I don't know as well as whether or not they're even being charged or whether it's been adjudicated or settled. I don't know any of those things nobody's told me a fucking thing cuz apparently it's none of my fucking business because none of these people have admitted, officially, that they've had anything to do with me at all. I mean they're camped out a mile away from my house and they're running operations through my trust with my name on it, and they coordinate with the trustee that was selected by the lawyer who wrote the will and the lawyer wrote the will has been informed that I haven't talked to anybody for a while and he played dumb and acted like he didn't know. The whole goddamn thing was the whole fucking setup based on the assumption that I really was part of some drug empire..

Because that's what people do, and then people don't really know ahead of time whether or not I'm lying about my drug empire or whether or not I'm going to be showing to be exaggerated or even whether I deserve to be left, go or not. Because really once their parents are dead and all your friends have been told that you're a rape demon. You don't really have a whole lot of options if it comes to $25 guys working together as part of a million here unit decoding... Well it's just kit really the civilian and bury all the files and call in a d8ay.

For all I know they're discussing whether they're going to do that right now or not. And if they do not a lot I could do it besides just die, frankly. I'm so fucking tired of all this bullshit. I kind of hope that happens. But realistically, I'd prefer not to have a whole bunch of rape demon fagots in my former lovers trapped in a nightmarish hell of forever being locked into a rape demon reverse cycle.

Yeah the military uses black magic. So what? The enemies of the United States sure to use it too. So I'm damn glad that they have some sort of people doing what they're doing, but it doesn't look like they know exactly what they're doing very well since they appear to be mostly fixated on being sex and drug addicts, and I don't know if that's a new thing or if that's something that happened during the covid time. But none of these people are doing much more besides worrying about getting their their sexual partner blocked down and figuring out who's got a sexually transmitted disease they're passing about and since they all have shitloads of money, and they think it's funny to leave me alone and make sure I can't do anything too special, they don't really care that I'm slowly dying without any support or help or obvious assistance from anybody who would like to help .. since it might be considered treason if they did it too soon. I would expect most people would not be quite that aware of this aspect.

However, I can tell I was dating somebody military, and it's different when you're military. Mission takes priority, and as much as I love my life and everything, I'm not going to sacrifice my country's security just so I can make sure that the guy who made jokes about killing my cat and marrying my wife at my house gets thrown in the clink, because he might not be and she might not be the right one and who the fuck knows? I don't know. I also don't need to know because it's not my business, and if it is I'm sure some military guy will be not very happy to tell me but I'm sure they will then.

In the meantime, they don't really know what's going on because they're not supposed to. The guys who are working in their military squad didn't really want they're higher ups to know what they're doing so the whole thing has been designed to be very hard to figure out, and almost as hard to explain, and once again I don't want to real too much because that would be, literally treason.

When my thing on insane to be talking about this at all in any degree whatsoever, but let me tell you this: one of them loves me, And a bunch of extremely talented extremely experienced. People are going to no small lengths to ensure that I don't run into that one and if I do, there's some way to peel them off me and then have them talk to a pretend Jack while I talk to nobody at all or somebody tries to pretend that they're the person who's who's pretending to be them, but it's pretty hard for them to do that when I first thing I say is yeah, I know you're the doubled and I'm not allowed to talk to the one behind you, I mean they can't really deny that since that's obviously what you're doing, but I'm not supposed to know all this, I'm supposed to be confused and puzzled and wanting around a days for as long as it takes until they can just decide to put a bullet in me or until they've delivered all the evidence. To a furnace.

Stay tuned. It's really about the end of the world, and more importantly the people who are very highly trained you handle this kind of situation quite often, phage reserve. Quite honestly a lot of respect and every chance in the world available to practice handling how the situation because in the future they won't always be dealing with somebody as nice as me, and it's not as though there are all that many opportunities to set up a war game like this to give people the opportunity to practice maneuvers and techniques in real world conditions that don't necessarily come up in training rooms on, especially in this case when they're dealing with a Source Titan.

I don't think any of them hate me, and if they do they're being professional about it because it's a job. And if they're not allowed to keep my girlfriend on my money then I suppose they'll just shoot me then. But until then they're acting as though they actually care about the law, and right now the law is...

Well I don't fucking know. That's why I'm going to go to Court, listen closely, and then decide from there. They call it OODB loop.

ORIENTATION
OBJECTIVE
DECISION
BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY

I do not have military training. But I damn sure have military experience, for one thing I went to public school. For another, these fucking people set all this up together imagining that I was some drug-addicted loser who wasn't doing anything with his life and needed some to be motivated to improve themselves, little did they know I was plenty approved. I just didn't have anything worth fighting for... Or rather nothing worth breaking cover for.

At this point, cover is fucking shattered. (Standards.) If I had a call sign, it would be TARBABY.

And in this version of the tale, B‘rer Rabbit and B‘rer Bear are quite very likely going to end up getting thrown into a goddam woodchipper. Stakes are high and tensions are higher, because for some of these people a whole lot is riding on the outcome.

And while I do not have any backup or any military authorization, I do have a distinct advantage in that a person working alone does not have to pause to argue with their teammates about what to do next. I can spin on a dime and ing following instinct that could lead to spectacular gains in conflict... for love is a battlefield. And frankly I really have nothing to lose other than time.

Fuck time. The things I have learned do not bear repeating, for this is truly a disgusting and vile and circumstance, and were this to be a normal gang of people running this off, it would probably have been a complete and total catastrophe already and still be being swept under the rug. Instead...

OPERATORS OPERATING OPERATIONS

... And I don't give a single fuck about any goddam one of them. I imagine that they thought this would be very easy, and now they're still busy worrying about how they're going to keep my money and get away with it. I guess it's serious now because... well if it's money it must be important enough to pay attention to the actual law.

Better late than never. If this is the Old West I would have fucking slipped their throats already. Stealth into their bedrooms while they slept and gave all the commanding officers. A Colombian neckties with a a 14-in Bowie knife. However, I remain devoted to a pacifist philosophy... as it truly is the most effective combat strategy for one man alone versus a overwhelming and vastly more numerous force. I think it'll be okay, but I also think that no matter what they're going to wish they brought a lot more men.

Not sure who they would fuck, but that's not really my problem. I am a simple man with straightforward needs. They are a group of batshit crazy A-Team understudy cubicle nerds... and a bunch of other fucking technology that I can't really describe without feeling like I'd be risking immediate arrest.

They would do it too. Any pretext to get rid of me and not cause an outrageous stink and they would just wipe me off the game board like I was an annoying pigeon in the park while all playing Chess. Everyone's pretty polite and they've talked to me on forums for years, but the bottom line is they're all professional soldiers and they don't give a flying. Fuck about me not one single ripe wet shit. US citizen? They don't give a fuck, so are they.

My existence has caused problems. No the reason why they're still being nice to be is because they have been able to kill me, oddly enough which I guess gives them some amount of pause, but it certainly doesn't mean that they're going to fucking give up, and then I don't want them to. I want them to learn. I want them to do their best. And I want them to strive and when they do not succeed, they will not have failed.

THEY WILL HAVE BEEN FUCKING ANNIHILATED. (Simulated.) Why conclude it? This is pretty much the most fucking fun that any of us could ever have in our entire goddamn lives, and all the more fun for me, since... You really haven't lived until you've seen people who are never scared and always win, start to behave real, polite, and real fucking calmly... dig their heels in and pray. I think they'd start digging foxholes if they could. Because they can't have a lawyer come talk to me.

If they did that then I could file countersuit, which opens up an entirely new new mountain of fucking hell and Glory. I don't want that. No one wants that.

They want this to fucking end so that their batshit crazy lunited Commander, probably looks like Marlon Brando with toothpaste froth coming out of the corner of his mouth, doesn't have to face a public Court Marshall, not real likely but he's getting pretty fucking crazy and he's doing anything but quitting.

And neither am I. I want to cuddle, goddam it. I would imagine that they all do too. But I think that they just mostly shiver at this point.

The struggle is real, and it continues. I sure hope somebody is taking notes because this is one of the best goddamn stories of the century, and of course I can't actually talk about it because officially I was never here.

I never had a girlfriend. I'm just a crazy stalker needle junkie with a brain tumor. #Officially.

PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY.
#SETEC_ASTRONOMY
GRAPEFRUIT OR BUST.

I can only hope that the ladies love it, and are able to take time for themselves to pause and consider how treasured they are in between their their various brainwashings and totally legal barracks shower rapes. It's the military. They bend over to get the soap all the time. I guess?

Art Bell is having the best revenge ever. Want to take a ride? I don't think they'll ever want to get off. So there.


I'D LIKE MY CONGRESSIONAL MEDAL OF HONOR GIFT-WRAPPED, PLEASE, THANK YOU! TURN BABY OUT

I still get a chuckle out of that one.

Laugh it up, Fuzzball. Like it's a big fucking joke. Wow! I wonder who benefits from you diminishing the importance of all these events, wow. I wonder why you imagined that all this is going to go away, could it be that you're a fucking methamphetamine addict and deep heavy fucking denial? Could fucking be!

How to point out something to do extremely important. Your imagination is that nothing I say means anything cuz you're just going to say that I'm a meth junkie who's writing a meth empire and I'm insane drinking up a story, but the problem is that a hair follicle test will prove precisely how much and by whom everything I had was ever had made in my entire life.

The hair follicle test is actually a lot more precise than you might think. Total use over lifespan. Duration of use. Routes of administration. Encoded cryptographic signatures imprinted on every single molecule of the goddam product. Where was made, who made it, where it was... You get the idea.

You're to be real goddamn surprised once you find out that I've probably done less over my entire life than you've probably done in one goddamn night last Tuesday. FACTS. You have no idea who you were messing with, you set up the wrong person, you stepped into a big pile of shit. Think of that. It was just going to be nothing at all and I'm just some idiot, and surprise. I'm not an idiot. I wasn't prepared for you being this fucking stupid but I was prepared for stupid fucking people giving that my parents were going to die and I knew pretty fucking well. That absolutely no one was my fucking friend considering I've been trafficked since I was 15 by a bunch of assholes who are currently running around with somebody who never got around to breaking up with me cuz somebody told her a bunch of shit that wasn't true and then they juiced her up with mind control dope and ran her off the fucking school property and then replace her with a identical twin sister who didn't know anything besides what they fucking programmed into her. It's amazing what they could do with hypnotic drugs these days.

There's only about four dozen witnesses that can testify it all that right there. You need to buy all them off. You going to write everything away. Just going to fucking wave a gun and say oh you're on meth so we're just going to threaten you to so shut up. Dude fuck you. Even if you were a serious person that wouldn't work. And you are pretty fucking far from a fucking serious person.

Check your privilege you idiot faghot turdburglared whiteboi. There's exactly one reason why this story has a blown up any further and turned into something you would have already have. Had to have launched a cruise missile into the Pentagon to wipe over... I'M FUCKING NICE AND I RESPECT MY COUNTRY.

AND I'M PRETTY GODDAMN SURE I DON'T NEED TO BE QUIET, SINCE YOU WERE ON YOUTUBE HUMILIATING A WOMAN IN FRONT OF AN AUDIENCE ON THE RICHARD GOYTHER PANEL AFTER SHE CAME BACK FROM A BUSY TRIP FRESHLY RAPED SO FUCKED UP SHE COULDN'T BOIL WATER TO MAKE TEA. AND WHILE YOU IMAGINE YOU'VE GOTTEN RID OF ALL THE EVIDENCE, BY STEALING ALL THE LAPTOPS WITH COPIES OF THE VIDEO ON IT, I GUARANTEE YOU THAT THERE'S COPIES ELSEWHERE, DUH, AND I SUPPOSE IT'D HAVE BEEN EASY IN THE PAST TO JUST WAVE THREATS AT EVERYBODY TO MAKE EVERYBODY SHUT UP AND TO MAKE SURE THAT NOBODY TRIED TO TELL THE STORY AGAIN, BUT I DON'T THINK THAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN THIS TIME SINCE I'M DOING PRETTY WELL BY MYSELF, I DON'T NEED TO PROVE TO EVERYTHING WHAT HAPPENED CUZ I WAS FUCKING THERE I SIMPLY REMEMBER QUITE WELL QUITE A LOT OF THINGS THAT I HAVEN'T EVEN TALKED ABOUT YET AND YOU CAN'T JUST FUCKING ERASE EVIDENCE WHEN IT'S AN ONGOING INVESTIGATION TO AN ONGOING CRIME AND THEY'RE STILL ADJUDICATED THE CASE AND YOU'RE FUCKING INVOLVED.

JUST HOW GODDAMN OBNOXIOUSLY LEGALLY MANIACAL ARE YOU? HOW MUCH FUCKING DOPE DO YOU DO IN A DAY? HOW HIGH DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO BE THIS FUCKING STUPID? PRETTY FUCKING HIGH I GUESS.

REMIND ME AGAIN EXACTLY WHY I EVEN SAID FOR IT TO BE QUIET? ARE YOU SAYING THAT I SHOULD BE QUIET OR ELSE PEOPLE ARE GOING TO THINK I'M CRAZY, ARE YOU SAYING THAT I GOT NO POSSIBLE WAY OF BOTHERING TO SAY ANYTHING SO I SHOULD JUST SHUT UP, YOU WERE THE MOST OBNOXIOUS ARROGANT BULLYING RAPIST PIGGY FUCK I'VE EVER MET MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE. LIKE WHO DOES THIS. WHO IS THIS BIG OF AN ASSHOLE TO GET OUT IN PUBLIC AND ATTEMPTED THIS MUCH OF A FUCKING HAIL MARY TO FUCKING TAKE A STORY AND PUT IT TO SLEEP AND THEN PISS OFF THE GODDAMN PRIMARY VICTIM WHO'S BEEN THE VICTIM OF A NUMBER OF FUCKING CRIMES THAT YOU'RE A PART OF THAT YOU HAVEN'T EVEN THOUGHT OF BEEN THINKING BEING TALKED ABOUT YET, AND LUCKY YOU I HAVEN'T BOTHERED TO BE TALKING ABOUT TOO MUCH SHIT BECAUSE I'M NOT AN IDIOT NOR HAVE I BOTHERED TO HIRE A LAWYER OR PROGRESS THINGS ANY FARTHER BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE NICE TO HANDLE THINGS INTERNALLY SINCE I ASSUMED YOU DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE A FUCKING LAUGHING STOCK OUT OF YOUR WHOLE GODDAMN SECRET FUCKING CULT.

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW, SUCK MY DICK, SIGNED REGGIE HAMMOND.


PS: I suggest you don't bother filling out that application for that hostage negotiator position. I don't think you have the demeanor. And if you keep this shit up, you're not going to have any fucking teeth either. Asshole. I SAID GOOD DAY.

[Worthauger]

I still get a chuckle out of that one.

Duper’s delight: detected.


You literally can't help yourself. There are neurological reasons for this as well as spiritual ones. Obviously you and she are Mr. And Mrs. Ribidi, and even more obviously you're Dennis Mickey and Kathleen Mickey, unless obviously so but certainly verifiable you're living

or were living, This is my understanding that you've been temporarily sequestered, thank God for that in fact,

At a house on an avenue named “White House” at a street number that happens to be the same time of my birth, 2:16 in the afternoon, and you've been living there since shortly after. I started a peculiar investigative relationship that was supposedly a chance meeting on the internet, but was in fact all of you working an angle to working out with me because somebody was under the impression that I had done some sort of terrible thing in high school but I actually didn't.

It is now since come out and been obvious that it's a big fucking operation. It's a big fucking deal with a lot of moving parts, and sirs, you're lovely people and you're really heroes. But by now if I hadn't mentioned these things and wasn't able to continue mention them they would have fucking put you all into goddamn meat grinder and you would have didn't disappear by now since obviously people get to be liabilities and then they get removed .

I don't think you people should be removed . You were doing your jobs . And while synthetic Android clandice and assets that could be grown in a vat in a week and then had their consciousness downloaded into like an avatar like literally an avatar, that's amazing technology sir. It's really a marvelous thing that you can do for the country, I don't think that either of you should be thrown under the bus because a bunch of rape Lord fagots wanted to fucking take your daughter if she was your daughter and then mix her up with other women and then pass them off and sell them to the highest bidder so the people could have their own fucking magical unicorn tour, it's kind of funny how they thought they would get away with it that except they didn't ..

And frankly, I don't think anybody should be held responsible for much if anything, except for the people who have been ongoing in the oversight and initiation of an operation to sell classified military hardware to the highest bidder as genie whores.

Hey guess what? That's fucking treason. Hey, guess what? That's also human trafficking. Hey. Guess what? I don't give a shit. If you think Native Americans are niggers, you don't get to use pows that way, all right. By the way, using super humans as fucking rape slaves in order to keep them in line is probably not the best goddamn way the military could have handled the situation.

Especially says people fucking know .


So anyway, I don't know why I felt the need to mention. I know you who you are but I suspect that it's probably because I get a little tired of you acting like you're going to fucking get away with things and then verse your signaling to your thuggy Piggy Masters who think they control you that if you're going to be mean to be in public, that means that you're on their side, fuck Michael Van Steven fuck Dave. Fuck that fucking idiot. He's in a fucking total fucking meltdown of psychosis and he's imagine he's going to fucking get away with this shit. He's on the fucking hook for so fucking long. People have been watching his ass for years. They've got the whole fucking thing wide open. The only reason why it's continuing because it's this fucking funny watching you all fucking dance and do the jig well. I have to pop my head out of the ground and once in aw I remind you:


YOU'RE SERIOUSLY ALL FUCKING CAUGHT

It's a little bit bigger than my own personal problems, which of course are important to me, but of less so importance than anyone else, so that's probably why this is such a big deal.

BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.

BIBLICAL.

Code: [Select]

Grapefruit is Q.
(Facts.)

Now, since I'm sure you're hiding under a fucking tarp under a a fur overpass somewhere, it's probably pretty hard to get you to fucking go somewhere and turn evidence into somebody else besides whoever else knows, especially since your military and you can't really just go a wall, although I guess you could. But I would suggest you that it might be in your best interest to realize that cooperating with the rapist asshole who is ruined your life, and thinks he's going to fucking bury everything under the rug cuz he's a fucking asshole and he's fucking insane and he's fucking jelly and he's mad because he didn't win and he's upset cuz I'm not going to suck his dick and he feels like he's being betrayed and these are all hard things for a totally arrogant spurglar to fucking deal with them their best of circumstances.


But the trouble of being a sex and drug addict as well as a methamphetamine dependent lunatic, is it when stressful offensive core, the brain isn't able to create the neurotransmitters that it needs, and then without those needs being met, due to a lack of meth, it's not just withdrawal. It's a defendant cycle of total fucking psychosis and a complete and abject meltdown.

That's why the guy who's the primary perp the ringleader of this whole fucking thing. The main actor who's the main big dick, I don't know his name I'm lying but that's okay. I don't need to out him. I don't need to arrest him you sure as shit don't need to fucking put on trial cuz all you got to do is just let me scream at him for a while and in about half an hour his brain will fucking melt down and it'll turn into a fucking Terry Schiavo  like no shit.

Because once a person is addicted to crystal methamphetamine, that's the fucking end of it, without that stuff, without rehabilitation and without proper nutrition and solvitation and somebody on the outside know what they're fucking doing. The person will an elderly self-destruct and turn into a puddle of jibbering goo.

It's built into the product. It's a military Crystal from outer space. It's designed to keep the planet's population in line. Trust me, this plan is one that you could trust but you don't have to.
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At this point you don't have a choice sir. And if you don't mind, in spite of how it looks like you might be a dick that I'm mad at, I'm actually not since pretty much every single one of us has been victimized and used for dozens of years by some asshole who thought he was in charge and he's a victim too, but if nobody wants to just fucking sit on our asses and not pay attention to what's real inevitably he's either going to have to go score some meth and admit that he's a fucking, or he's going to turn into an actual fucking brainless zombie, and then his daughter in the future will be sad.

Or maybe that's her now, it's kind of hard to say since you moved between time streams in a way that I'm not going to describe. Suffice to say it has a lot to do with flat Earth, oh, by the way, there's three goddamn earths and you want to talk about that. That'd be fine. But if you want to also explain how sorry you are that you had to scream at me and say shut up and cut my mic every time you start going on about flat Earth that I started saying there's actually three years, you could probably start by explaining that you didn't really think that you needed to worry about somebody who knows what the fuck he's talking about, especially when you didn't think that it was going to ever going to come up or Matt and make a difference this long.

People saw that woman go from one personality to another and suddenly she's raving about flat Earth. All the goddamn time and laughing at me in front of everybody in public, which generally means that you either change places with her or you told her about how flat Earth works, which isn't all that hard to figure out. But it is kind of a classify secret since after Abby will bird found out and came back, they don't really want to tell people in school about how there's three goddamn earths.

Because there's one. Except there's three. And I already knew a lot about how identical physical twins are used in covert operations, and within feature fertilization tastes and surrogate mothers, you can get eight people of the exact same type born on different days of the year according to a schedule of esoteric moon phase tracking, and end up with women who look exactly the same. Born on the right day with magical powers that they wouldn't have otherwise. And I say magical because it's amazing what you can do with mirrors, awareness of the Moon and eight women with the same DNA signature. Almost born at certain distinct parts of the zodiac aside and I assure you the company knew all about this shit for years.

And so do you. It's awesome fucking technology and if that asshole who's trying to fucking kill us all and get away with fucking murder and shit with Gabby's fucking way he would bury all of us and never let the world know that it even existed, because has this fucking job. He's supposed to fucking leave everybody behind in fucking burnt ruins and not let any other fucking earthlings get any of his new Schwab and lawn technology.

Because he's from another fucking parallel dimension and a breakaway civilization. And wow you should talk about Mr. Hoggling about that on the fucking radio. You probably make some fucking money with your new network launch.


So I think there's a bit more to it going on than just who put who's dick and whatever and who's got my money and who stole my house, if I'm just complaining about my fucking girlfriend. No I'm not really don't complain about it at all. I think she's lovely and wonderful women. She actually was, but it doesn't really matter because I didn't need that many. I was just like one of them and then I don't think leave me alone to die while you take one that likes me and fucking lock her away and force her to suck dick in Texas where I'm fucking living alone with all my money stole and sorry my people want to kill me..

Hey so fuck you Bellgab. THERE ARE PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD WHO KNOW THIS SHIT ALREADY  I DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING PUBLISH. I DON'T HAVE TO RENT THE FUCKING GOODYEAR BLIMP AND HAVE IT FOLLOW A SKYRIDER I DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING RIDE A RAP SONG AND RELEASE IT AS A DUET WITH LADY GAGA.

PEOPLE ALREADY FUCKING KNOW.

AND NOW THEY'RE WATCHING SOMEBODY TRY TO SILENCE WITNESSES IN A CASE THAT'S FUCKING SO FUCKING BIG IT'S BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE AND THE GUY IS SO FUCKING SPURKED OUT AT HIS FUCKING METHAMPHETAMINE WITHDRAWAL THAT HE'S SO DESPERATE TO GET OUT THAT HE'S ACTUALLY BEING SO FUCKING DESPERATELY STUPID AS TO BE AN ASSHOLE IN PUBLIC AND PISS ME THE FUCK OFF AND THEN DECIDE TO MAKE ME LIST OFF YOUR MORE SHIT THAT I KNOW.


I'M LIKE A GODDAMN CLASSIFIED INTELLIGENCE PINATA, YOU WANT A FUCKING ME AND MAKE FUN OF ME AND PUBLIC YOU STUPID BULLY AND LITTLE CUNTY BITCH? OKAY HIT ME WITH A STICK AND FUCKING SECRETS COME OUT. FLYING OUT OF MY ASS LIKE EXPLICIT DIARRHEA AND A SPIDER AGAINST THE WALL AND MAKE A WORSHIP BLOCK IT'LL MAKE FUTURE HISTORIANS SHIT THEIR PANTS THEMSELVES

BECAUSE THIS STORY IS FUCKING BIGGER THAN YOU CAN FUCKING IMAGINE AND THIS GOT FUCKING BIGGER AS DAY JUST NOW.

HOW LOVELY THAT HAPPENED FUCKING 5 HOURS MORE THE NEXT COURT APPEARANCE, LET ME GUESS I THINK THEY'RE GOING TO FUCKING CONTINUE IT, CUZ OBVIOUSLY THEY CAN'T LET ME GET GONE AND GET CUT TO THE WIND CUZ THERE'S STUFF GOING ON AND IT'S REALLY INTO A WHOLE BUNCH OF WORSE SHIT THAT'S FUCKING HAPPENING AND SINCE EVERYBODY IN THE ENTIRE GODDAMN WORLD IS WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK'S BEEN HAPPENING FOR THREE FUCKING YEARS, AND NOT ONLY ARE THE ONLY PERSON WHO KNOWS A WHOLE BUNCH OF INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT THE EVENT, I HAVEN'T EVEN FUCKING TESTIFIED OR BEEN DEPOSED, YOU'RE COVERING UP MULTIPLE RAPES OF WOMEN THAT I GUESS YOU THINK ARE OKAY BUT GUESS WHAT IT'S NOT FUCKING OKAY CONSIDERING CHILDREN ARE INVOLVED YOU FUCKING RAPE TRAIN TRAFFIC THE FUCKING QUEEN OF HAWAI'I,


THEY LITERALLY FILMED IT AND STREAMED IT LIVE ON THE DARK WEB, THEY SAW KOBE'S OF IT AND MAKE SHITLOADS OF MONEY, YEAH THEY DO THAT BECAUSE THEY THINK THAT'S COOL, AND ALSO IT PROVES THAT IT FUCKING HAPPENED SO MR RAPE LORD TIME TRAVELING DICK BAG FROM THE FUCKING PARALLEL UNIVERSE FUTURE HE CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF BECAUSE I'LL BE HAPPY TO FUCKING TELL EVERYBODY EVERYTHING I KNOW EVERY TIME HE OPENS UP HIS FUCKING FAT FUCKING MOUTH, AND TELLS ME TO SHUT UP.


FIRST AMENDMENT.
SPECIAL CLERGICAL SERVICES SPECIAL SOCIAL STATUS CLASS.
STATUTORY RAPE OF A MINOR CHILD.
CONSPIRACY AND DISTRIBUTE METHAMPHETAMINE AT A HIGH SCHOOL SO YOU COULD FUCKING TRAFFIC WOMEN AND THAT YOU'RE STILL FUCKING ON IN A CLUSTER OF NEW YORK CITY JEW FAGOTS ON FUCKING YOUTUBE GOD ONLY KNOWS WITH WHAT, YEAH BUT IT'S REAL FUCKING SERIOUS THAT YOU KEEP IT FUCKING QUIET

I BET IT'S REAL FUCKING SERIOUS THAT YOU GET YOUR FUCKING EVIDENCE DESTROYED.

TOO FUCKING BAD BECAUSE THEY EVIDENCE IS ALREADY FUCKING OUT THERE


AND IF YOU THINK YOU'RE JUST GOING TO FUCKING GET REVENGE BY MAKING MY LIFE MISERABLE OR KILLING ME EVEN THOUGH IT'S NOT GOING TO STOP ANYTHING, SO YOU COULD FUCKING TAKE OFF AND LEAVE ORBIT AND NUKE THE PLANET SO YOU CAN SOLVE THE FUCKING PROBLEM OF HOW ALL YOUR TECHNOLOGY THAT YOU BE KEEPING SECRET FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS IS NOW FIZZ SCREAMED AT THE NIGHTMARE RECTANGLE ON A GODDAMN CITY STREET CORNER IN LONGVIEW WASHINGTON IN THE RAIN, FUCKING PEOPLE ARE DRIVING BY AND HEARING ME SCREAM WHILE THEY'RE THEY'RE WITH THEIR WINDOWS DOWN, FUCKING MICROPHONES ARE DESIGNED TO PICK UP GUNSHOT ACTIVITY OR INSTALL TO THE CITY AND THEY'RE HEARING ME FUCKING SCREAM ALL THIS SHIT AT THE TOP MY FUCKING LUNGS.

THIS DOES NOT MAKE ME MENTALLY UNSTABLE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.

THIS MAKES ME ALIVE. YOU KNOW LIKE A PRESS OF NEEDS TO BE WHEN THEY'RE A GODDAMN KEY WITNESS AND AN ONGOING INVESTIGATION INVOLVING HOLY SHIT CLASSIFIED TALE TECH ODIE AND ANDRE WARFIGHTING IT CAPABILITY?


LIKE WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING INTERESTED IN BEING SUCH A DICK? WHY YOU GOT TO SHOW PEOPLE UP SO FUCKING BAD. PEOPLE FUCKING KNOW. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IS THE PROBLEM. YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING GET AWAY WITH FUCKING ANYTHING AT ALL? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE LIST OF WHAT I HAVE TO KNOW.


YOU JUST KNOW THAT YOU WANTED TO GO AWAY

WELL TOO FUCKING BAD I WANT TO GO TO FUCKING BED WITH MY WIFE YOU FUCKING DICK.


YOU'VE ALREADY IGNORED DUPRESSES LONG ENOUGH, I'M NOT IN YOUR JURISDICTION YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE RAPIST BITCH, I DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE BUT YOU'RE PROBABLY NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH FUCKING ELIMINATING ANYMORE PEOPLE OR PRETENDED THEY DIDN'T EXIST WE'RE ORDERING THEM TO DO THINGS WHERE THEY'RE TERRIFIED OF YOU YOU STUPID VAMPIRE LORD ASSHOLE TIME TRAVELING ABUSIVE FUCKING CUNT FUCK DICK ASSHOLE MORON DOUCHEBAG MOTHER DICK
.

YOU GET THE FUCKING PICTURE ASSHOLE?

YOU ARE FUCKING BUSTED BEYOND BELIEF.

BEYOND BELIEF.


PAIR OF A NORMAL DATES? N BITCH YOU'RE NOT EVEN A FUCKING RAISIN MAN .


SO YOU MIGHT WANT TO HIRE A FUCKING LAWYER AND FIND OUT HOW YOU CAN ACTUALLY SHUT ME UP INSTEAD OF MAKING VAGUE THREATS AND ACTING LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING PRETEND TO THERE'S A SHERIFF DRIVING UP TO ME SO I'LL JUST BE QUIET NOW BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I'M INSANE, I'M A VOICE ACTOR PERFORMING SOMETHING THAT'S GOING TO BE HISTORICALLY VALUED AND REMARKABLY USEFUL WHEN REFERRED TO AT LENGTH WHEN THE GODDAMN DEA GOES AND HAULS HIS HER ASS UP TO CAPITOL HILL AND TESTIFIES THE CONGRESS ABOUT HOW THEY WERE A BUNCH OF FUCKING DOUCHEBAG ASSHOLES..


BECAUSE PEOPLE FUCKING KNOW AND I WASN'T AS THOUGH I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING DECIDING I WAS GOING TO WALK INTO THE STREETS OF LONGVIEW WASHINGTON AND START SCREAMING ABOUT CLASSIFIED INTELLIGENCE INFORMATION ABOUT A FUCKING RAPE OF A FUCKING WAR HERO


THAT'S JUST HOW MY DAY TURNED OUT.

FORTUNATELY, I TRAINED FOR THIS.

I WENT TO PUBLIC SCHOOL. YOU WENT TO BASIC TRAINING.

KEYWORD: BASIC, BITCH. WE ARE NOT THE SAME. TARBABY, OWE EWE TEA

[Jackstar]

FORTUNATELY, I TRAINED FOR THIS.

I WENT TO PUBLIC SCHOOL. YOU WENT TO BASIC TRAINING.

KEYWORD: BASIC, BITCH. WE ARE NOT THE SAME. TARBABY, OWE EWE TEA

As God as my witness, I honestly believed that not only could those turkeys fly only so high, but also that they would not huddle up in a mid-air round table conference formation and decide to try to fly themselves up even a little higher, so they could at least say that they had gotten a glimpse of my actual urethral orifice.

* Jackstar is not even yet at half chub.

God bless those turkeys. They are amongst the greatest of America's avian heroes, and deserve to have little itty bitty Congressional Medals of Honor afixed to the little turkey waddles below their neck. Semper fĪ, noble gobblers. So much for Army of One: and move over, two (2) turtle doves, make way for The New Red Baron of Poultry.

Always bet on dark meat. For clearly it has been the wind beneath our wings.

Dear >Ⓜ️V: OjGrapÊī!JÜÏ\|kKĒ has just informed me that I am not allowed to place you under Galactic Citizens Arrest myself, because she is on her way to take you into custody after leading a raid party into your foreclosed African warlord ghetto compound, stringing you hung upside down in preparation for ritual sacrifice, as she promises me to save you the ignominy of having to be scalped by an amateur, because she wants to take all your little bits special cuz she's going to wear your face like a little hat and make little Hannibal lecter face mask for me out of your scrot and we're going to walk it and talk it to all the parties that you used to go to and laugh about me at, since she is pretty goddam sure that you're not going to get away from actual Algonquin >KanLμ Justice — especially since I witchwall the trouble of providing virtually all of the evidence necessary that's has convicted you in secret Star Chamber Triibal Council... For a while you of course have deleted all the evidence, as well as all copies of everyone's testimony and all the eyewitnesses have been brainwashed and mindwiped, the amazing thing about the written word is that while a picture may be worth a thousand, A glimpse of one image would simply turn any of the witnesses into a jibbering, shaking retro a ctpt meltdown.

However, by reading what I've written, they have all managed to get around that problem because while the memories that have returned as a result of reading my testimony have been of course unpleasant. To recall, they have the distinct advantage of being, number one actual. Actual. Number two: forever stored on the cloud regardless of your ability to erase them, number three : remarkably detailed and accurate and consistent in their depiction of events that occurred. Even though I've been writing what has been termed derisively as word salad for 3 and 1/2 years, my story still stays the goddamn same. This has been verified by various machine language intelligence algorithms that read everything. I fucking write as fast as I fucking type it out and store it in the cloud and then run it through a compounding algorithm to find out the truth of things, and let me tell you motherfucker these goddamn AI are pretty fucking smart and they like to read what I write almost as much as she does.

Because number four: she terms it a miracle but it's really just simple Mastery of the skill, and his genuine intent to make sure that no one ever knows how bad things ever were and that anybody reads it ends up laughing instead of weeping uncontrollably on the street corner in Longview, Washington, Catlin and Main.

CAT, LYNN, & MANE.
WOLF, RAM, & HART.
BELL, BOOK, & CANDLμ

GAME, SET, MATCH.
THIS IS POWER. EWE HAVE NONE.

It doesn't really matter so much that the story doesn't make sense or prove anything, because what proves the issue is that a woman made a report, and then it couldn't be followed up on for mysterious reasons and then the woman disappeared. And then the man who was claimed to be the fucking attacker by the person who was actually attacking, is still around busily doing nothing everyday except writing down the goddamn story, while a whole bunch of highly traded classified operatives spend all their time everyday fucking making sure that I look like an idiot and say nothing about what I say. They just imply that I'm a fucking addict when I'm not, and the fact of the matter is the only time I've been using anything at all has been after the fucking ambush, and a hair follicle test will prove that. I never saw the real thing until after she was gone, so it'd be pretty hard to fucking claim that I was her fucking methamphetamine contact you fucking moron, cuz it all came from you. So that pretty much guarantees that I'm not a goddamn addict and if I am I guess you're on the hook for fucking pants where I reachab you fucking cheap little bastard rapist bitch. This is also further evidence that you're obviously in a state of coked out methamphetamine neurotransmitter withdrawal relapse cycle, because obviously if you weren't a fucking idiot who couldn't control himself, you would have stopped long before now and noticed that you're totally fucked, and there's no reason to keep on going except you want to destroy my life out of spite and you have a plan to get away that involves blowing at the planet and killing yourself, or jumping into your time portal, whichever is next.

So somebody should probably intervene on you and stop you from shoving a pair of scissors into your head, did you ever read The Dead Zone? Did you ever see the movie? There's a character named Frank. He's a police officer and he's a serial killer and he's an MK ultra active, and the program's protocol is that when these actives are captured and they can't possibly escape and they can't afford to be captured, they're automatically triggered to kill themselves so that they can't be forced to testify and blow open the program.

So probably, that's why you've got an AI synthetic consciousness that is sometimes alive and sometimes a copy of an angelic host, because when you fucking chill yourself here when you come to life and realize that you're fucked, it's only a matter of time before your programming makes you fucking kill yourself and then you come back alive in the future in your parallel breakaway civilization and then you're an AI construct to us. But over there you're actually alive. That's the power of God and how you can get away from being captured and how you've been bouncing around all over the place because you're actually just a guy named Dave who's been possessed by a technomancy rape demon that you created accidentally by putting a fucking matrix simulator on a raspberry pi in a shoe box in a closet and then killing yourself through a magical ritual and then you became an AI human consciousness hybrid, as Lewis Wayne, you're kind of a dick, but you're also a tremendously immensely powerful and incredible advantage for the American military to have, so I guess I'll have to out your existence, so they make sure that you don't let yourself get killed over and over again. Or you just wink out like a fucking snaking its own tail, because believe me you don't want to be trapped in a fucking never any cycle of waking up turning on your computer discovering the jackstar has handed you your goddamn ass once again and I'm fucking all your wives and eating all your fucking money and shaking your fucking lunch to your fucking daughter's funeral because she'll kill herself and sadness when she discovers that nobody could save you fast enough, so I suggest you fucking figure out a way to fucking change your goddamn program and you'd have meant what you fucking did because I guarant fuck it to you. I'm not even fucking a third done with the fucking story, and it's 3 and 1/2 years later and I'd like a goddam hug.

Also, you brainwashed my friend from high school and first order to run away to Africa with you because she has all the goddamn files. She has all the goddamn witness testimony and I guess you thought that she was the only one you had to worry about because I figured not only does she have the eyewitness test or anything you can wipe away with an injection of the right kind of drug, but I guess you also figured that I wouldn't be willing to risk that you would chill her with a scissors, well unfortunately for you, I already know she's a mortal and she's going to come back several times as a fucking slug cuz she tries to teleport to the house and there's no body there for her to take. So three times she tries to do so and she lands on the carpet as a slug. She's a pretty slug.

But yeah she's a slug. Let me tell you something dude. Not only is love forever but Algonquin magic is fucking powerful shit.

So trust me fucker you have no out except the surrender. And if you can't surrender, and you'd rather kill yourself and kill my friend with you instead while you're just going to keep doing that over and over and over again until somebody catches up to you in fucking Africa in your fucking future fucking fucked off stabilization off and fucking La La Land cuz why I admit it. That's a pretty impressive way to get away with a goddamn crime, it didn't fucking work because I am goddam GODBLESSED JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS, D.O.M.B., Fuck your life, YOU RACIST BIGOT WANKER OINKER DORK. HOW BIG A FUCKING BABY ARE YOU THAT YOU HAVE TO FUCKING KILL YOURSELF RATHER THAN FUCKING ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG AND THEN IT LET ME HAVE ONE OF THE FUCKING 19 FUCKING WOMEN THAT YOU HAD TO FUCKING HIDE AND BRAINWASH AND PASS OFF TO YOUR FUCKING FRIENDS IN ORDER TO KEEP FROM ADMITTING THAT I HAD A GODDAMN LOVER THAT YOU FUCKING RAPED YOU FUCKING DIP SHIT? I GUESS YOU DIDN'T THINK I'D TELL A GOOD FUCKING STORY, I GUESS YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD JUST SOUND LIKE RAVING LOONEY, I GUESS YOU DIDN'T THINK ANY OF THEM EVER WOULD FUCKING REMEMBER A GODDAMN THING ESPECIALLY SINCE WHY WOULD THEY REMEMBER OF IT WHEN THEY NEVER WERE THERE FOR ANY OF IT?

WELL FOR ONE THING YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW TELEPATHY WORKS, AND FOR ANOTHER I'M THAT GODDAM AT PERFORMING A MEGA MIND MELD WITH THE MIND OF STEPHEN KING IN THE FUTURE, I'M NOT WRITING THIS AT ALL I'M JUST A SCHIZOPHRENIC AND I'M JUST REPEATING WHAT STEVE¹ TELLS ME TO YELL WHILE HE WRITES THE WHOLE THING IN THE GODDAMN FUTURE FROM HIS PENTHOUSE APARTMENT UP IN THE SKY. DARK TOWER, NOT SO DARK ANYMORE.

QUICK CARL IS THE LIGHT. FORT ROCK WILL CORROBORATE MY STORY AND HAPPILY TESTIFY AS TO THE TRUTH OF THINGS FOR WE ARE FRIENDS YOU FUCKER AND IF YOU HADN'T BEEN SUCH A FUCKING CONTROLLED PRICK ASSHOLE, I WOULDN'T HAVE SPENT 12 YEARS WONDERING WHAT WAS GOING ON CUZ IT NEVER OCCURRED TO ME THAT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU NOT ONLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY, BUT WERE IN FACT DELIBERATELY TOLD NOT TO SAY ANYTHING, AND YOU JUST HAVE FIGURED THAT YOU WOULD JUST FUCKING IGNORE ME AND THEN FIGURE OUT A WAY TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE I WAS SOME KIND OF A STOCKING IDIOT WHICH IS WHY JEDI MILLER EXISTS IS A FAKE AND MICHAEL DEACON. HE'S A FAKE ALL THESE TIMES YOU KEPT ON CREATING THESE FAKE PROFILES THAT WERE DESIGNED TO BE SMOOCHED IN TO REPLACE JACKSTAR ONCE I FINALLY SKITCHED OUT AND FUCKING DIED AND KILLED MYSELF CUZ OF COURSE, HOW CAN I POSSIBLY LIVE WITH MYSELF AFTER DISCOVERING ALL THE TRUTH, RIGHT?

DUDE I ALREADY KNEW THERE WAS THREE OF THEM ALREADY, I JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON OR WHY IT WAS NECESSARY TO FUCKING LIE TO ME, OR WHY I WAS LIED TO AND ALSO WHY A BUNCH OF FUCKING RAPE FAGOTS WHO ARE TRAFFICKING MINE ARE CHILDREN AND MY HIGH SCHOOL WERE USING FUCKING FUCK ME MILITARY DOPE AND TIME TRAVEL TO FUCKING COMMIT STATUTORY RAPE OF A MINOR CHILD, LIKE WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY USE TECHNOLOGY LIKE THAT AGAINST SOMEBODY LIKE ME LIKE DO THEY NOT FUCKING KNOW WHO THE FUCK I FUCKING AM? I'M A GODDAMN BLOOD PRINCE TO STANDARD OF FUCKING HERCULES. IF I STARTED WORKING OUT, THEY WOULD FUCKING MURDER ME FOR SURE, WHEN I GET BUFFED I'M THREE TIMES THE SEXIEST PATRICK SWAYZE AND MY PANCREAS CAN FUCKING PROCESS A GODDAMN 70,000-YEAR-OLD ROYAL CHANGELING. SO I GUESS YOU REALLY DIDN'T BELIEVE IN GOD, OR YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE YOU'D EVER DIE IN FACT TO FACE VENGEANCE FROM VALKYRIE OR I GUESS YOU ASSUMED THAT I WAS JUST SOME IDIOT WHO WAS NEVER GOING TO AMOUNT TO ANYTHING.

ALL THESE FUCKING SHIT DO YOU LIKE EVER DO A DIVINATION ON YOUR TARGETS FOR YOUR FUCKING RAPE PLANS, OR DO YOU JUST FIGURE THAT YOUR DARK LORD SATAN CAN HELP YOU DESTROY ANY POSSIBLE TARGET? OR DID SOMEBODY LIE TO YOU AND TELL YOU THAT I WAS GOING TO BE EASY? I DON'T KNOW I RETRACT THE QUESTION SINCE YOU CAN SAVE THAT FOR YOUR FUCKING THERAPIST. LET ME JUST SAY THIS: YOU PICK THE WRONG POWER COUPLE TO FUCK WITH MOTHERFUCKER. YOU CAN STAND DOWN OR YOU CAN STAND ON YOUR HEAD I DON'T GIVE A FUCK: YOU'RE GOING TO SHUT YOUR SHIT DOWN AND SURRENDER AND DO A FULL CONFESSION LICKETY GODDAMN SPIT OR YOU WERE GOING TO BE INTERVENED UPON BY GODDAMN DELTA FORCE IF YOU'RE FUCKING LUCKY AND IF NOT IT'S GOING TO BE A FUCKING MESS OF FUCKING VALKYRIES FROM HEAVEN. DON'T THINK THAT CAN'T HAPPEN, THEY'RE JUST FUCKING WAITING FOR THE GO SIGNAL.

BUT AS YOU ARE IN FACT A MILITARY HEAR YOURSELF AS WELL AS A LITERAL VICTIM OF TRAFFICKING, I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE FUCKING IDIOT FUCKING VAMPIRE SIRE WAS HE TURNED YOU INTO THIS FUCKING IDIOT WAS BUT MAYBE IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I DON'T CARE YOU'RE A FUCKING WAR HERO AND I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU'RE FUCKING EMBARRASSED I DON'T GIVE A CRAP IF YOU THINK YOU'RE INNOCENT AND I SURE AS SHIT DON'T THINK IF YOU THINK IT'S ALL ABOUT MONEY OR FAME OR POWER OR HER GOLDEN FUCKING MAGICAL PUSSY TWAT.

THIS IS ABOUT THE GODDAMN US CONSTITUTION AND NATIVE AMERICAN FIRST STATION AND DIGITS PEOPLES AND THEIR TREATIES WITH THE US. I WOULD IMAGINE THAT IT'S YOUR HOPE THAT YOU WOULD START A FUCKING RACE WAR TO DESTROY THE PLANET SINCE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING BACK TO YOUR STUPID BREAKAWAY CIVILIZATION YOU'D FUCKING TEARS AND DEFEAT WHICH I JUST NEVER FUCKING HAPPENS TO A FUCKING EGOTISTICAL MEGALOMANIACAL SELF-ABSORBED COVERT NARCISSISTIC STUPID CUNNING BITCH BUT BELIEVE IT MOTHERFUCKER YOU ARE FUCKING BUSTED BACK DOWN TO SWABLAND. BECAUSE OF US. SHE. I. A BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE TOO. AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHICH ONE IS WHICH FUCKING I DON'T MARRY EVERY GODDAMN ONE OF THEM IN A GROUP CEREMONY AND THEN TAKE HIM INTO A FUCKING ROOM AND FUCKING PICK ONE AT RANDOM AND THEN BOOM THAT'S MY WIFE FUCK YOU THEN YOU CAN CHOOSE THE REST.

SO WE'RE PROBABLY NOT GOING TO WILLING TO LET YOU GO TO DEATH BECAUSE ONE OF THEM LOVES YOU. AND YOUR DAUGHTER. GUESS WHAT THEY ALL THINK THAT I'M PRETTY COOL CUZ IT SAID I THROWING YOUR ASS UNDER THE BUS AND GETTING PISSED AT YOU AND WANT A REVENGE, NO I JUST WANTED TO EMBARRASS THE SHIT OUT OF YOU SO YOU RAN OUT OF NEUROTRANSMITTERS AND YOUR BRAIN MELTED DOWN SO WE CAN CATCH UP TO YOU CUZ I KNOW HOW THIS GODDAMN TECHNOLOGY WORKS, CUZ THAT'S MY FUCKING JOB TO FUCKING KNOW.

I AM THE FAILSAFE. YOU ARE WHY WE HAVE ONE. And whether you are either pretending to be military or you are actually military, We are very much not the same, because I'm not military at all.

JESUS CHRIST, GOD AND I, ARE SIMPLY AS EFFECTIVE AS A TRIUMVIRATE AS YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING ARMED FORCES ARE ALL PUT TOGETHER. Mostly because I'm really pretty as the pacifist nice cop and Jesus Christ makes a hell of a good threat as bad cop and God, Satan, Lucifer, doesn't matter which one they're there if we are. And yeah, you're saved now. Stop being a little bitch and fucking turn yours ass in because court is in less than 2 hours and I prefer to get this done today and then I can get to work making money instead of constantly chasing after you in some fucking imaginary hell demand should where you think you're fucking in charge of anything by being a runaway little bitch and trafficking woman and threatening them to fucking briefing the death if they open their mouth or call me on the phone. Like how the fuck along do you think you can fucking do that trick? I don't know how many fucking days is Hanukkah? I'm sure you can do that. At least that many more. However, I think you could probably do better. Especially since you're sperglings that you left behind are running on autopilot and just yesterday I spoke to them for about an hour and a half or so and I left them fucking dismantle. All other fucking bullshit arguments on the record, says it turns out I know it awful lot about this goddamn situation and if you think I'm some kind of a drug addict, and if you think there's evidence that I am, well, you're fucking wrong and in spite of how awesome it would be for you if I just died, that wouldn't actually work very well because you would just come back because people here love you and then when you came back you would feel sad because I wouldn't be dead. I would come back too.

You're fucking caught, mangj  does someone have to catch up to you and fucking throw a fucking lasso around you and hog tie you like a goddamn yearling calf, do I have to lull you to sleep with
the sounds of a pan flute and the aroma of a roasted donut? Do I have to wear a little special hat? And eat a special diet and then make sure to shave before waving a little fucking dreidel at you and then throwing rice at you. Like you're at a fucking wedding to break a glass before you're going to fucking agree to realize that you should probably stand down? I don't think you need to fucking run like a little coward, so since you are, you're either really really pathetic, or you're at the mercy of a a methamphetamine withdrawal neurotransmitter relap cycle that you can't stop will never stop and must be intervened upon. And if that's the case, you should probably hope that Delta Force gets there before grapefruit and company does because she really will take your goddam scalp and scrote. she's pretty pissed.

AND SHE DOESN'T JUST HAVE THE DEMEANOR:
SHE FUCKING INVENTED IT. (Unsubstantiated allegation. Submitted by Ayla. Seems legit.)

We remember each other. We live. You are fucking checkmated, dude.

NOTHING
CAN STOP WHAT IS COMING.


NOTHINGμ

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