An audio program will return in the reasonably near future after I finish rebranding, “5 Minutes With Jackstar“ is no more.
You'll like the new name. I'm pretty okay. I in fact I literally ended my podcast run with a screaming rage fest knowing that that would be totally remembered for always as Who I really am, when actually not really at all and the only thing that I'm really upset about is that none of you are ever going to get to know how much really cool shit you all missed out on.
There will be other cool shit, but the opportunities that were had before this morning will never come again.
And I could talk about it, and I probably will, but I'm just recording stuff and leaving on computer and not publishing it for now. I'm not doing this to punish anyone.
It's because, I legitimately don't want to start a panic. I had no idea that my podcast would be so influential. I honestly, really did not.
I really love doing it too. It's nothing like I thought it would be. Fun part is that I'm actually good at it, and I don't give a single solidarity flying fuck in a whirlwind whether any of you disagree.
Now, that's power. Also I can sit down and take a shit without worrying about how I'm going to deal with my herpes outbreak. That's pretty powerful too.
Disclaimer: this is not an attempt to imply that my wonderful former helpmate cannot handle her own worrying, and that I'm better than her, I really don't think so at all, I'm pretty sure that I'm just lucky. But yeah, don't worry, not looking to have any contact, I can wait it's fine, she can't cure yourself and if you months I'll take care of it later if she asks nicely I don't need to concern myself.
I'm still not certain if this is the actual emergency, but I'm willing to just let the matter lie for a while, honestly my urgency is really depleted once I discovered that...yep, they really don't have a case at all. On me, anyway.
I literally don't know if I am happy or just content with what she's done. Admittedly I didn't enjoy going to jail 11 days for reasons unclear to me, but now that I know what's going on, I am really impressed with myself actually.
How many times did what's his nuts go to jail? I have no idea, but then she sure was crying about him, for well a really long time, and then all of a sudden look at he split wow she just whisks me away, well why was it so easy that time? Oh, right cuz she had a gang of 30 little thuggy losers with her. On her side. Backing her up. Helping her out. With everything except paying for her children and driving them around.
Pound me too. Meanwhile, I maintain that they would have if they could. I suppose her being on heroin all the time is probably a reasonable compromise, and as a bonus, once I can talk to her again I'll be happy to go score for her!
“Here. You want to frisk me to see if I'm hiding the special bag away from you? Yeah, I can see that you do, but there's no special bad, you go ahead and look, I bet you want to make sure. See? Yeah there's nothing. Yeah I bet you're disappointed. No, just do whatever I'm not interested in that kind of thing now.
With you.” Seriously, they slammed her up on heroin, where she was doing it the whole time without telling me, but that seems unlikely because she legitimately had pain and then they pretty much noticed that you're on heroin if you go to the doctor and see if you have pain.
Anyway I'm not spreading remember, I'm talking about how the rumor that has been spread for quite some time is making me feel — largely indifferent.
Do you see the important difference there? Do you appreciate what a gift the United States Constitution is? Because I asked the judge directly about contact and I was told that the problem is direct contact and that, uh... well, look, I'm not trying to contact her.
She probably has done everything that she's allowed to do to try and retract her statement, but says the prosecutor was out of the country and unable to return because of some kind of unspecified problem with his flight, she probably would have difficulty telling him to settle down from his bullshit program against me. Because, he was out of the country, and just couldn't make it back for some... reason.
So, it's a shitshow. Better luck next time, Kids — it doesn't be having nicely and not posing any problems, I'm pretty sure that we're not going to have this same kind of problem ever again.
For one thing, now that she's demonstrated that she can clean up a mess in the kitchen, the next time she's in there, I'll just make one and then watch her clean it up the way she cleaned up the first one. Like, I wonder if she had... help?
It was a big mess. Still haven't seen any photos. Obviously, I really don't need to see them.
I can just look at Johnny Depp's. By the way, I didn't know that those two MK ultra fuckheads had a house blow up party, that's interesting I wonder why that wasn't something that the woman I was having sex with thought it would be interesting to talk to me about. Like I heard there was some kind of thing with Johnny Depp but I didn't give a shit.
Okay well now, I am real interested because the way that woman speaks is remarkably familiar to me. Fancy that.
So. Don't expect new content for a while, and when you see it, it'll be rebranded.
Like I would tell you now, it's really cool but I want you to be surprised. Also, I want you all to be very clear, that I don't give a shit about getting your attention.
I also don't want to be accused of any kind of witness, case, or jury tampering. Oh, how I would love to tell all of you so many stories, but that wouldn't be really appropriate since my stories are actually true.
For example I'm sure I figured out why she was so hot to go to Texas, and why she didn't want to tell me, and why she attacked me with a microphone stand when she came back, lol. However I think I'll keep that in reserve for the time being.
I guess I should have called the police and told me that she was trying to kill me with both microphone stands, right? Do you think I would have gotten the same treatment as her? For even a minute?
Nope. And that's why you're not getting any new content anytime soon from me. Why don't you get it from her? I mean she got all that training and everything. She got all that help from her friends.
And she didn't get her channel taken down on Christmas Eve, so I think the choice is clear: I obviously don't measure up.
a-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo-hoo. You know I'm pretty sure that your ball is still in play, so: go have fun. I mean, don't let me stop you.
I'll pretend that I'm trading you away for 35 nuns, if it'll make you feel better and help you file a false report where you can come back. As it turns out I'm starting to think that I should start being a collector of those, they sound like fun. Can you imagine going to all that effort, and then discovering that it's all been for not, and then you got to do it all again, and that each time is a separate felony charge, you get a felony charge for doing fraudulent shit, even if you have to swipe it all out and do it again, that's still another felony.
Like that time when she told her kid to shape up or she called the police and her kid told her to shut up and and grab your hands and try to take her phone away that was actually two felony charges, which nobody seemed to report him for. That same young man try to start a fight in which he attacked me in my week's points and was disappointed that I didn't even flinch.
Don't worry, in that case just as well served: he got a free one (1) time pass. Never happens again I'll have to tell his mom, and then she can call the police on her son, or maybe she'll make up a story and claim that I'm the one who attacked her. Who can say?
Honestly, I might never see her again. it's really between her and her therapists that she's been lying to all these years. But believe me, I have absolutely no preference one way or the other.
Remember: I used to care about this person. I still do. But I'm sure she'll be fine, and if she isn't, I know for a stone cold fact I will be.
So everyone should be perfectly happy, right? Let me know if there are any other problems. I'm kind of a big deal around here, there might be something I can do.
For example, I can spill the details on everything that I know, let me know when you're ready. I'm neutral, regardless.
I don't know what happens when a critical mass of investigators notice that I'm the actual victim and that everyone else really not so much, but I'm not really looking forward to that, since I'm not looking to glorify the fact of my victimization. I'd rather pay attention to the way that I have completely avoided nearly all of the dreadful pitfalls that were supposed to completely shatter my soul and mind.
A mild tickle, at best.
I can probably start re-recording “5.5 Minutes With Jack Stark,” but I'm not really in a hurry, because I'm really just don't relish the thought of embarrassing anybody, and believe me there is so much embarrassment left to reveal.
For example: it would seem that there are those who believe that there are things that I should not know. Wheeee, doggies! Now that, is flattering.
Tell you what, you know way better than me about me, n’est-ce pas? Just like that saucy little minx today knew.
Did I mention a guy threatened to rape me when I was in jail? He was real subtle about it. I handled it.
But that's just what happens, right? I really wouldn't know, I never had that much interest in this rape thing, but the last couple years have really opened my eyes to how big a problem this is for people.
Especially certain people, for example: rapists who annoy me. This actually hasn't happened, yet, but if it ever does, I can be pretty confident that he's going to be burying the brunt of all the crap that all of you people who happen to be rapists have let roll down hill past me.
I don't even think he did it. I think someone else did it. I don't even care if it happened or not. Obviously something happened. And whatever happened led to a result of me going to jail and all of you being totally all right with it. I assume this is because you had faith in my abilities to get out of a jelly.
I had faith in her ability to get out of a jam, too. Well, I guess she's doing fine
I'm still not interested in having sex. For one thing it's a lot of effort, and for another... she was so convinced that I was being unfaithful! Well, why would that even be a problem since that's what she was doing? Oh, right, that's because she was special and I was her... whatever. I was supposed to be just lucky to be there!
I guess she expected me to be having sex so that I could be film doing it so she could have a full firm claim to the house, but actually she didn't really get that happening at all. As soon as I figured out that she had been actually swindled in abducted, not just you know tired of me, I just sat down and waited and didn't get involved in anything new, and I still haven't done anything new.
That's fine with me. I doubt she's cool with it. Last I heard... well, she's sure not getting any treatment for sex addiction that involves making amends to former partners, that's for sure.
See? These aren't rumors. This is my own personal experience. That's constitutionally protected. And will I assume you and your secret grapevine will pass these messages on to her in some way, or I assume she comes to the site, I'm definitely not trying to contact her.
I'm definitely contacting her stupid foggy piggy handlers and telling him that they're stupid, but that's not contacting her. Go on, keep her until you can get tired of her, and then keep on keeping her. What? That should be easy for lovers, right?
I'm not going to lie, I hope she stabs somebody. Not fatally, just enough to wipe that smirk off that saucy little minx's face next time I see her. Does this make me sound creepy?
I can't even tell anymore. Good job, Feds. Almost, but not quite, like that part in Ghostbusters where Dickless shut down the protection grid (that was a part when she told me to turn off the thing that was protecting her from rubini triangulating her, because he was telling her to do it and she didn't know how to do it, and she told me that he was annoying her so that I should reduce her security. I looked at her, and said, “are you absolutely certain about this?” And she said, “yes,” so I did it, and went away.
She was great about telling me to take things down, but not so good about telling me to put things up. Honestly, I don't know what she was thinking, and neither does she.
By the way, today is our 5 year anniversary. It's not really exactly the kind of answer you're thinking of. Nevertheless, I'm here alone, and I don't know where she is, I don't care, and I do not miss her.
Now that I've given you everything that you wanted... well, enjoy. Oh, right, I forgot you wanted to get money out of me, too.
And somebody else you were going to murder, I can't keep track anymore. By the way if anybody has Detective Daniels number, I'll put it in my phone book so I'll recognize it when Brainiac finally remembers to call relevant parties, I'll be prepped.
Any other questions, I'll be in the library reading and studying if anybody needs me. I know that sounds redundant but actually doing both at the same time is remarkably efficient when one is intelligent in the first place.
God, I hope she's having lots of sex. It's obviously extremely important to her. I don't know why she felt like she needed to hide it, but.. that really must have eaten her up inside. I really wondered why she was continually complaining about suicide!
So in that context, I'm sure that it's just another case of a person being taken advantage of when they were vulnerable. I was upset when she would answer my questions, because it would have been better for her to simply say why she's not answering me rather than to throw household objects at me.
Maybe those therapists that convinced her that Rubini was her friend, and I was the enemy, did gets service! Maybe she'll sue them, too?
Hopefully she'll speculate it about it for you on her podcast, because I actually really don't really mind either way. Having found myself with the bird's eye view, I'm really enjoying it.
I would assume she is too. I mean, heroin, right? I bet she's not complaining about her fucking hips anymore. Maybe she can actually walk around without being completely false about every aspect of her being. I'm sure her thuggy piggy handlers would appreciate that.
I wonder if she still hates the parts of herself that loves me? Heroin's pretty good at dealing with that kind of thing. I'm glad that she was able to find help with the application of a little good will and gracious bonhomie.
p.s.: all right, I'll stop lying to myself, I'm just turning off my podcast cuz I'm denying her my essence. Phhhbbt