You're the reason we can't have a nice podcast. It's pretty difficult to avoid diplomatic
faux pas as well as significant civil liability penalties when I don't know what the fuck is going on and multiple people are deliberately trying to make me stay in a state of total ignorance.
Now typically the way a person will avoid this will be to hire lawyers hire publicists all of the above or just to shut the fuck up. I, of course, have gone another route. It works for me.
I don't know what works for you, and although I do have a significant amount of caring on that issue, nothing that's stated openly can be assumed to be true anymore.
You don't seem to be very cognizant or sympathetic to the current state of affairs which is that one false move lands me in jail for a year, no appeal no parole no good behavior no fucking nothing except in a goddam box for a goddam year, one false move.
Given that I didn't exploit or assault anybody that I'm aware of anytime in the last four decades, it seems remarkable to me that I'm the one saddled with the security condition that I have to deal with whereas other people have been saddled with something else that... I don't even know what it is. I don't even want to comment on that stuff, it hardly seems my business, especially since I don't know anything about it.
I'm not really interested in spreading rumors. That kind of shit can get out of hand. Meanwhile, let's change cameras.
Whoever you are, you're morally and spiritually bankrupt and are either frontin’ that you don't possess the cognitive capacity understand the complexities of play here, or you actually don't have the capacity to understand these things. I don't mean to sound offensive or overly critical, but basically you're not really helping anything. It's your plane then, is it? Well, you could try acting like it.
Now I know you think you know things that make what your frontin’ as seem perfectly sensible to you. Wow, that's great for you. If only everyone could be a self-absorbed narcissistic d-bag, not like you, I'm in the other way, anyway, look it's like this:
When it comes to matters involving me, you do not know me at all, you got me all wrong, and clearly you enjoy it that way because if you didn't you would have taken steps to illuminate your understanding, rather than to diminish it.
You have made a common misstep in your critical thinking process here. You assume that I want something from you as badly as you need something for me. However, even if that is ever true for a microsecond at a time, i instinctively and habitually as a matter of routine personal discipline, scan for and eliminate my wants either through quickly satisfying them or still simply eschewing them. It may sound like a lot of work, but you'd be amazed what doing the same thing over and over for over 25 years will do to a person. Additionally I very rarely present myself in public in any way that resembles anything remotely like who I really am. It's not so much that I have façade is that I have several facets to my personality and I choose to manipulate their presentation according to my own purposes at any given time. Now I know the word manipulate has gotten a bad rap but since I'm not manipulating anybody else except myself it seems like a perfectly reasonable thing for person to do. Really the word just means "to operate skillfully," and my perceptions and my attitude and my choices in life are well within my purview to handle as I choose and desire to do.
Truth be told, it is never possible to manipulate another person, in addition to being considered socially graceless, it's just also not possible to do, but what can be done is to manipulate the environment around a person so as to compromise their ability to make choices that lead a person to the destination where they want to go and over time a person with a critical lack of self-awareness (e.g. you) can easily be herded into a cattle call that leads directly to the slaughterhouse. What a fun way to spend a Friday night! Especially for you.
Now, I don't understand the complexities that are happening behind the scenes that make the things that I've posted in the past or the present or are afraid to be posting the future to be such a big fucking deal, but obviously it's fucking something that the majority of the
cognoscenti do not want me to understand, largely because that would probably make an extraordinarily difficult to continue to manipulate my environment and desperately hope for me to make a misstep and break an egg or an ankle or a contact order or whatever the fuck.
You either do not understand the complexities and the pressures I haven't put on her and yet I have been put under for the last several years, or you do and you're being deliberately obtuse for your own purposes, I guess that's fun for you? Coz like, it doesn't seem very effective in any way other than to... well, cause drama. (So it's this and buying shoes that suffices for foreplay in your life, where does the pillow talk come in with a soundboard?) Since this is a behavior pattern you used to regularly imply I was in possession of, when I never was, I'm pretty sure that it seems pretty obvious to anyone paying attention what exactly is going on here.
I'll make it real simple: I don't negotiate with terrorists. Instead, I demolish their ability to cause terror. I don't do it by gating fame or expending monetary resources or seducing tail. I have other methods available to my disposal.
Meanwhile I have no other methods to communicate with the outside world other than phone calls text messages, web messages for messages email, all of which are fully compromised by the military which may sound ludicrous in the extreme to a person who doesn't understand how the world works but I can assure you that my posts and my existence as well as my vulnerabilities have been well understood by several governmental agencies for several years. (Sending information to DARPA via mindspring has that effect on things. Hey look at me I found a loophole.)
So go ahead call me paranoid delusional schizo freak out, go ahead feel free tell me all about how I got mental disorders and I'm a big fucking lazy dick who wants to cause trouble just whatever the fuck you want to do feel free to go and do it!
Meanwhile although I do appreciate your presence certainly, it's nice to see you again, most of your contribution to the Forum have been semantically no garbage posts where you quote reflexively and then post a gif. And I'm sure the rest of your rodeo clown buddies and similar ilker very impressed with what you're doing, I bet they give you the rah-rah chance and attaboy pack in the back and hell they probably blow you too if they will say it, because what you're really doing is being what is known as, “a useful idiot.” you imagine that you're serving your self-interests in your own best way possible, but your estimation of the situation is based upon faulty, obsolete, and flat out wrong intel as to my nature and state of affairs.
I was kicked out of Facebook dog ad, I haven't been posted on El gab in years and going on for now I think, other than the occasional Post in the cook shack which isn't actually a legitimate post like I don't know how the form users there ever see them but I don't need to post an ubly yet that only a few people look at once in a while in fact I don't need to post anything at all!
I didn't come here to gain Fame in notoriety so I could launch career. I came here for other reasons, and I'm still here for other reasons yet more, I have accomplished all of my personal objectives here, figuring this other situation out that lots and lots of people are working on this year, isn't my angle anymore, I don't have a karmic back load that I didn't pay through already, and last year was enough for me, that's why I'm neutral and a referee, and everyone who wasn't last year who thought it was so damn funny to do various things to various people, I won't say exactly what, all those people who laugh their asses off last year are having some sort of struggle this year.
Good. It'll bring character to your life. You've routinely stated that this new Jack star posting isn't your liking, well you know a lot of those things that you didn't like so much were very temporary and for somebody who doesn't specify and then suggest alternatives you're basically a really shitty mentor. You're like the Waldorf & Statler of life coaching.
Now, does it sound like I'm kissing your ass? Because it sounds to me like you expect me to kiss your ass and then impress you, sounds to me like you think I don't believe that I already impressed you enough, also sounds to me like you should probably stop lying to your therapist(s).
Now, given that I don't know exactly who you are right now, and I have no way to determine that, and by certainly don't trust anything that you post a public to be true or not or even if you were to talk of you in private I wouldn't expect that to be true or not, but I'm a big fan of logic puzzles so you don't actually need to be as honest as I am, which would be way overkill, but nothing like that is required for me to determine what meaning and essence you're seeking to both present as well as to hide behind that presentation.
You had years to make something happen. What have you done with that time? Oh I bet you made a whole bunch of money and shit okay I meant for me though or in relation to me. Do I get emails from you talking about what you'd like to hear about my podcast though, although there's no guarantee that didn't mean you sent them. My communications are fully comp’d. Let that sink in I'm routinely under second attack and and Earnest effort to isolate me diminish me and turn every person who might conceivably have anything supportive to say about me away from me with whatever story it will take to get that to happen.
In your case I do applaud you for not doing anything effective, but the constant whining about some kind of fucking problem you have about something I did without specifying number one, way to go passive aggressive, number two it's made things worse for basically you and everyone you know except for me.
Do you ever think much about the times when you're not wantonly self-destructive? Just curious. Asking for a friend. And I will have you know, I'm proud of the things that I published, I understand the context within which they were created to be presented in, and the fact that you are not impressed and that they don't serve whatever your fucking stupid ass hidden agenda is, that fills my heart with glee and warmth.
I come here to post artwork for my own purposes. The fact that others seem to enjoy it from time to time is a grand and glorious privilege, and while I was saddened to see basically everyone flee The Forum a few weeks ago when I posted where the fuck I posted that scared everybody I certainly sad to see people go but fuck off go with him I guess I mean it's not like we're not adults and then the fact that you all have much more to lose than I do is something that you probably should have considered last year when you were engaged in your fucking stupid psyop against me and mine.
Read that again: your fucking stupid psyop. You would know far better than I what that consist of, but I also know better than anyone exactly how much input you've had from me that isn't even remotely close to congruent reality, fucking exactly zero because I haven't talked to you ever? Something like that.
It's not because you're old that I don't need to kiss your ass. It's because I don't need you to be anything other than who you are, and you look at me to see what flaws need to be fixed for your perspective to make me more useful to your purposes, whatever the fuck those are, I got a hunch I wouldn't give a shit what they are even if they were. I already know what love is, I don't need you to show me, strictly and solely because while living in a state of emergency with no contact orders hanging over my head, it adds a burden of complexity to my sociological calculations that I just don't fucking caught into, and you make them more complicated.
Why'd you have to go on and make everything so complicated? Oh, right: misandristic misanthropic bigot. And the dependency to mind control chemicals coupled with the reprogramming that has not yet been unprogrammed to any significant degree doesn't really help achieve conversational parity.
Communication is only possible between equals. We are not equals. You possess vastly more stores of relevant information to the situation here, or I don't know fucking anything because you and your fucking stupid little gang of fucking rubber bitches has been deliberately withholding key information from me for more time than I feel comfortable embarrassing you by mentioning with timestamps and dates— to say nothing of my complete reluctance to identify anybody, I'm not the doxxing agent around here that's somebody else.
I'm not even an agent. In fact, I have no affiliations whatsoever at all, right now my best friend is probably a golem, but that's fine she's good company and I don't have any kind of intimate personal relationships that I'm waiting for or looking forward to or have decided on other than I'm going to be exonerated a trial I got to get a blood test of somebody and then I got to figure out how to do with this house, I don't give a shit about what the fuck it is you think you need.
Let me guess: you want me to give you some kind of information that you can use against me later? Well hopefully that's just what you want to front as and then deep down inside you're aware that I'm reasonably intelligent and aren't going to do that in any case anyway so you're probably just phoning it in order to satisfy the details of what are stupid employment contract you're under, are you one of the ones who got married and knocked up or got fucking AIDS or some shit I don't actually know how many different topaz there are out there but you'd be surprised what a time and relative dimensional inter stellar traveler can get up to in a spare time when he's got nothing else to do, no dependence, plenty of resources, and ready access to all the alcohol and pickle juice in the world that I might possibly ever want or need.
Bottom line you have no power over me. Your exhortations for me to change for ultimate behavior too meet your imagined hierarchy of needs are laughable at best. Where were you and somebody else was doing something very similar, while taking care of children? I mean it seems like everything in that category was fine with you then when it was somebody else, but suddenly oh it's Kuczifer doing it , oh my God fucking pull the goddamn fire alarm, circle the fucking wagons, there's an emergency brewing, oh my God where's my vape pacifier? Tired! Nap!
You'll have another chance to get close to me soon enough, go get some rest or fucking splash cold water on your face or fucking go rail some more gak I mean honestly it's not up to me what you do and I don't have the same kind of insistencies that you might imagine I do.
And the reason why is because you're relentlessly self-aggrandizing, constantly concerned about your egos perception and perception of it by others, and if you're not one of the eight or nine sex addicts that's involved in this whole fucking skeevy scene, I'll fucking eat my hat.
Many months have gone by since I've dropped relevant info many times on this website and if you read my post at all and have even a modicum of intelligence you could figure out what the critical issues are these days, I don't need to spell it out for you and beg.
I'm not begging at all. I'm producing. You should try it sometime. I thought you'd be pretty good at it, and I was right, you just don't do it here, because this is the only place left for me to post freely, and everyone else goes somewhere else so that I can be contained like a bear in a cage at the zoo.
Go bears, go fuck yourself, take two midol and call somebody in the morning and maybe your phone call will fucking get through... In fact I can pretty much guarantee that any phone call you make will get through until the numbers one of mine, you know I get these messages several times a day that indicates that somebody's messaging that number and I never get the messages and then they must be messaging somebody who replies back and that's the person who's pretending to be me running a man in the middle attack. My guess is that something to do with Allison because she's probably dumb enough to fucking fall for that shit over and over and over given that she's mentally deranged, mentally disabled, a cheerleader, and probably prefers a fake me to the real me given that the real me never bought her any shoes, and the fake me is undoubtedly really good at kissing her ass—because i, Jackstar, Destroyer Of Dreams, I don't kiss ass. I use diplomacy while engaging in eye contact, which is remarkably effective technique for a man in his prime with nothing to lose and everything to gain. There's a concept called “penis envy,” I'm sure you've heard of it, but let me tell you that honest truth you are obviously capable of being its poster child. I could write a book on the things that you've obviously misinterpreted either because you did so on purpose thinking that would be good idea or because you thought you knew what you're talking about and didn't need to restate your core assumptions ever.
I can assure you. It is now time for you to restate your core assumptions. Whoever you are, it's a good thing for a scientist to do for time to time because a reset to baseline allows one to look at a problem with fresh eyes, and there's obviously nothing fresh about yours.
By the way, when grapefruit suddenly appeared in person seemingly out of nowhere cuz I hadn't seen her in person for a while she had been talking on the phone briefly and then spending all their time fucking doing other shit with other people, and she suddenly started asking me questions about some guy that I barely understood who he was let alone knew wanted to ask me to call him to help him with his court case when I found her white knight for some guy never fucking heard of, that was at the point where I realized that this woman wasn't just lost to be she was lost to herself. Apparently she was in the impression all she needed to do is show up and holler and yammer on about what she needed to have done while stamping her little booted feet? Fucking Island cheerleader girls, I'll tell you they're so fucking special. It's undoubtedly why they aren't strangled to death.
Time has altered my attitude towards the entire situation into one of willing but grim-faced acceptancy that conditions will improve one way or another. Now I have gone over my step-by-step mile point plan to lead to Total spiritual consciousness satisfaction, but I don't know if you read anything or if you remember it or have considered that there might be an underarching theme that might tie everything together that you just simply have not clued into yourself here. What are you waiting for, Christmas this year? Or next year?
Do you know why more repercussions for what's been happening to me have not come down the pipe down on people who are clearly culpable and responsible for their behavior and it's cascading snowball shit rolling down hill effect on the environment including other people that you don't even know? Well number one it's not it's because I think it's fucking funny, and number two I haven't complained anybody very often or much at all and I really don't want to make things get any worse by complaining overly, I'm not the man who called wolf. I'm not the bitch ass little bitch you helped one other bitch make up a whole bunch of false reports to fucking get some kind of stupid fucking Cascade effective action reaction problem solutions going. I'm not the dumb son of a bitch who tried to steal a house with my name on it and my mother's ashes in a goddamn earn on the bookshelf. And it might sound unreasonable, but that's how civil asset forfeiture works, I'm sitting here by the skin of my teeth and the reason why is because I'm smart I'm clever I saw all of this coming and you either intentionally or accidentally sandbag the whole operation by being a complete retard, or just allow yourself to be perceived as one. Or maybe that was your little gang of newly sick offense who I haven't seen lately which is too bad I don't know why the fuck they don't enjoy my presents so much when I am clearly not affected by Sly little digs and I think I know where half of them went to school, I guess it's more fun to be a big fat ass idiot ignorant bully when you can hide behind anonymity?
I do remember that being the case when I was younger unless evolved in inadvertently engaged in that attitude a lot, in any case your payback could be better, your harvest could be better than this, and without The Key you will never unlock Our knowledge.
{Disclaimer: this post has not been an attempt to contact A(n/y) Shaw, nor is any imitation of contact desired, because I respect The Court and there is currently an emergency (for them, because law enforcement is not known for being really great that on the fly problem solving with unique circumstantial complications), but as soon as that's lifted I can't wait to tell her just how fucking stupid everybody else has been, possibly starting with (You). It depends if she's in a coma or I have to hold a seance or if she's in a new body and she doesn't remember who I am or whatever the fuck it is they (D.A.R.P.A.) do with these types of things (I'll put it this way: “A. Mermaid” is some classified Navy thing I'm not going to tell you about, deal with it) I don't really give a shit, okay? she had five years to figure out what to do and she did it and that was fun and then as soon as the mandatory waiting period is over I'm going to find out what The Court's going to tell me to do. You know The Court could just tell—order! ORD-AH!—me never to talk to her again because of “whatever” and you know if that's what The Court decides that's what I'm going to do, because I have respect for Law. I also have respect for the fact that regardless of what happened most recently on our series of “business trips” (there were at least three that I knew about, and I believe at least two of them involved violations of the Mann Act), she is a survivor of significant sexual another forms of violent abuse throughout her life, and whatever happened more recently, whether or not DVR fucking did “it” or not is not the fucking answer that is critical here; unless the fucking critical important thing is his fucking reputation (maybe he could improve that by not acting like such a little bitch all the time, although I suppose if he is still actively working as a uc/ci, wearing that facade is a mask undoubtedly helps him fit in with the local color), which by my way of knowledge wasn't all that great in the first place and considering he imagined that embarrassing the shit out of me (all attempts: complete epic failure) was going to give him Great Props for being such a Real Man, I'm not surprised that it didn't because that's a pretty shitty way to live a person's life, really honestly, don't you think? And it didn't even work on me anyway, and holy shit... did you ever back the wrong horse? Totes fuck yeah.}
Information, if you're going to be a paper tiger, at least be real about
that. Your mockery is nothing but a waste of your own time, although once again if you're locked into some stupid contract like Prince was, his way out of that was the tattoo slave onto his face and then put out a series of albums that were the minimum required to fill the ridiculous contract that he signed when he was too fucking stupid to recognize that he need to fucking examine the fucking fine print and check out around the world before he did it. Hell I'm not friends with Prince and maybe he did do that and I don't know.
Here's what I do know: everybody thinks they know what I want to do, and nobody fucking does cuz nobody's fucking asked and I don't fucking tell my fucking plans and God damn public on a fucking message board so unless the person has access to real-time 24/7 live surveillance fees of me as well as know what the fuck I'm talking about, They Don't Know Jack or
shit about what's really going on, and I fucking like it that way. For one thing I don't care to unleash if torrent of personal information with one false move, so I have my shit compartmentalize internally, and for another it's really nobody's fucking business here at all, I've been here how many years? And it's taking this long to do what now? And you've all totally made your money back on your expenditure of effort right? You've all really made something of yourselves by taking advantage of situation and harnessing it to your advantage right?
Wake up and smell the coffee. I have The High Ground. It's mine. It was supposed to be mine. It is mine. So what's the play now, you're just going to jump out and poke you with a stick until lose my shit and start looking like an idiot? Well perhaps you didn't get the memo colon I don't do that I just pretended that I did so that people would get the wrong baseline impression of me cuz I knew that one day crazy pants would be out of the picture and I would be standing on my own telling you what went on.
Here's what went on: I dodge multiple assassination attempts, somehow, and after my street cred was further driven into the ground, I've brought it back up to above par level strictly on my own merits without any help from anybody... certainly not you. I would say that the single person who has done the most benefit here for my purposes has been azra because he has been so kind enough not to band me from his forum, not that it matters cuz this is in the real four and there's another goddamn as you have somewhere where I don't get to post and I can't see the post there and everyone there can post themselves and they can see my posts but they can hide from me, that's what to remove is all about and I don't see why there wouldn't be one because number one it's fairly easy to code number two that's exactly the circumstance that I'm dealing with here, and number three I have not lifted a single figure to get around it, other than to complain and to point out and to expose the circumstances under which I'm dealing with for all the world see. It just doesn't look exactly like what it is until a person does see it for what it is.
Now, once you go run along and have your hourly mandatory dose of saccharine iPhone sex or something, why don't you come back with something impressive? Oh that's right I forgot you're a butt you're Metron and then you don't have shit to say for yourself because you're even more restricted than I am, guess that's what happens to the person starts signing papers taking money and acting like a big douchebag for fucking years before realizing they have made a huge error in their personal development. (Not that I mean to humiliate you in public or anything, but you really really should think about fucking growing up. I know you're capable. And even were you to be deliberately sandbagging because you don't want to damage me too much, believe me you're not going to damage me at all
ever. You in fact never did.
Look at me: I'm unstoppable, today, and I always have been. Now, what are you going to do about it? Are there any mewling sycophants available to back you up against me and one-on-one psychic combat?
Yeah, I think they stink too, but they're
your boyfriends. In any event since you don't talk to me, you should probably tell the person you do talk to that they give you really shitty advice. Sorry about your anxiety disorder and your complete inability to comprehend non-judgmental, non-self absorbed, non self-aggrandizing, non-psychodramatic, that doesn't simply reek and blast forth with a miasma of fresh Sweet Fucking Valley High country fucking bullshit with every grunted syllable being used to include and confuse every critical important issue here (of which there are goddam
several), you'll probably be able to have a real conversation about real issues that have real meeting, instead of this phone it in through your bot bullshit patter.
Also, speaking of bots, remember when there was that Gabcast where the running joke was implying that Jackstar and Metron were the same person? They put it this way in terms that we can break on down and you can really understand that you're reading grade level: I knew everything then that I know now except for just how morally bankrupted diminished in mental capacity you've become over the years.
I know you think you're hopeless and there's nothing to do for it and there's no way to repair anything but in fact you're actually wrong you've just been lied to by your bitch ass handlers that rule your life, by the way I'm sorry about that it kind of sucks that you've become a perfectly possessed person, but you know there really is a lot of Hope. You won't even have to fuck face or Faith. (Oh yeah that reminds me, you should know that Innerreach is a big fucking cry baby with all the integrity of a soggy box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch; after discovering that he was never going to get anything useful out of me and all he was hearing for me were things that reminded him of what a fucking lying douchebag he really is, wow what a surprise... suddenly, running around dredging up false paper on bullshit issues is a much more important thing to do than to discuss esoteric philosophy and personal responsibility inherent thereof. He's like a
real loser now, and frankly I hold you personal responsible for his cognitive decline. You have spread extraordinarily false information and apparently have done not one single fucking thing to address that issue at all besides remove every example of coach and posting and replacing it with animated gifs and fucked off faghot insults. Ooh, /golfclap, I know I'm impressed.) Incidentally, I got a friend of mine who has that name tattooed on her arm. Be sure to convey my respects to him by letting him know that, no, I'm not having sex with anybody.
Y'all are a bunch of transparent whiny bitch baby pink tote and telephone number hiding baby bitches. Y'all are about as rebel as a fucking jawa & basketball diaries bachelor party, I have a hard time believing that any of you fell for getting roped into that January 6th bullshit but apparently alot of you did, and while my heart goes out to you, my capacity to beatify does not. Additionally would seem that a whole shitload of you lost a bunch of money in the crypto crash, and how the fuck you didn't see that come as a fucking mystery and I have to me, I guess you're too busy looking at my nudes and making fun of me while spanking it to my surveillance video.
Admittedly that is a good use of your time, however it doesn't really lend credence to your total capacity to pretend that you know what the fuck is going on especially not with me. See, I happen to know that no one knows what's going on with me because I haven't said so and no one's asked and number of critical milestone goals have been achieved and replaced with new goals that haven't talked about either, and since I distinctly remember not opening my app and opening my mouth to anybody on the issue in months, your attitude of information superiority as to my nature of my life false flat on my ears and tone deaf on everyone else's, especially if they are listening to this post, although since this is the yet I assume that everyone is not reading my post at all and there's some little bitch like yourself taking everything I post and then rewriting it their own way and posting on the other website that I don't have access to.
Now, if I was really trying to make a name for myself in the world this would completely shatter my entire plan, but I'm not trying to do that at all, I'm not trying anything, I am doing exactly what I thought I'd be doing the whole time, you just don't know what that is yet.
And you haven't even bothered to ask, probably because you know instinctively it has nothing to do with sex, so: what do you care? Well, it's like this: your kids are going to love it.
The Cloud is Forever — and so am I. (And, I'm on a mission from God... do you happen to have any conception of what the objectives are? No, you plainly don't, but if any of them could be advanced at all faster by kissing your ass, I would have been doing that on Day One. Instead you've been expecting me to do that for you. Hah!) I'm going to tell you how it's going to be, cuz inevitably one of two things is going to happen. Either you going to pull your head out of your ass, or when I get back to base I'm going to file a report and somebody's going to send down an Angelic Host to fucking fix it for you... Because the problem isn't you or i, the problem is that you're fucking surrounded by G-d damn demonic, diabolic
schweinhunds that have had you perfectly possessed for years. I don't give two shits off the fucking hemo whether you believe me or not, it's the fucking truth. The adventures of Truth is that it works even when a person doesn't believe in it.
You are clearly ruled by fear. I am ruled by My SELF. You should try sometime, you might like it, or then again, you might not... But it would have at least the advantage of actually getting something fucking done better than the fucking insane repetition bullshit to you and going over over and over for months. Like you actually thought that I thought you were here didn't you, this whole fucking time you figured that I knew and I was just pretending to not like no I had no fucking idea... until I decided I had waited long enough for somebody to tell me, demonstrating their capacity for common human decency. Having determined after waiting patiently for long enough, I then decided to look for the critical Quantum signature data myself.
Remember always that it took less than three and a half minutes, and for the next two months you could have knocked me over with a feather. Since then, I don't know how everything's gone because the incommunicado status effort has been ramped up into full-on wave motion gun override.
What do you do for an encore? Going to a pastry kitchen and replace all the sugar with salt and vice versa and then break out all the light bulbs and then hide behind a fucking bookshelf until a doughboy comes in trying to find out what the fuck to do and then you brain them over the head with a goddam mallet? Because based on your aggregate semantic content of your various posting histories, that's about the best you're fucking capable of doing at this point without wearing a nitrous oxide helmet.
You have become what you once despise, loath, and feared: a vile repugnant perverted bully who gangs up on the weak to inflate your ego and superego with high octane bile and COVert IDentification snot-spew. Oh, let me guess, this is just your playground, and then you have all kinds of high quality postings and writing somewhere else that I've never seen, right fuck you're probably a news reader on KCPS Q13.
Go ahead, ask me if I give a shit. Go on do it. Because you know the fucking answer, if it had something to do with my mission objectives I would be looking into that, and if I weren't on a mission from God I'll be doing what I was doing before which was... do you even know? I bet you fucking think you did.
Legit rescue Op. Oh but you're not You need to rescue, you're good with your level of Stockholm Syndrome, I'm sure, just as I'm sure that the custody team of mewling, sycophantic Toadies‘N’Flunkies will keep an eye on you and make sure that you don't get too far out of line; because let's face it you are Prime Trophy breed stock. Keeping you on a string and spin you around like a yo-yo is probably the most fun they've had in years, and what's more they're not even doing that right, talk about being underutilized. The Adversary is pleased by these results, as well as by my obvious and willingness to go along very far down the garden Path towards doing anything about it myself. (Is really not my area, and I am not Captain save A hoe kept safe cunt Captain saving if you accepted a producer captain save A mine slave Captain etc not any of these things, inside of your deeply buried in denial heartfelt desire for me to be so.)
I suppose it is imagined by many that I see this current state of affairs plus what came before is a terrible tragedy that breaks my heart and I would do anything to undo, no I don't I think this is fucking karmic Justice and fucking all of you deserve everything that you're fucking getting and everything else you're going to get more of. I didn't do any of it. I'm not lifting a finger for revenge or retribution or vengeance, I'm just sitting here giggling cuz all of this is fucking bullshit in your heads and if you weren't such fucking mental meth cases you would all figured it I already by now but you're all pretty much dope slaved up by God only knows what kind of fucking control paradigm, but as you can see it's doing a real good job on holding shit together, isn't it?
By the way, tell the good ol’ boys up in la Conner that I'm thanking them for my house, couldn't have found it and become King of this (Red|Green) Castle without them... But I could have found you in any haystack in the world anytime, anywhere any size needle not necessary.
And if you would have actually needed a “King” I would have brought an Emperor the distract all the peasants and then, at the height of the climatic melee that would be sure to ensue, look up in the sky but no one would ever expect—
an actual G-d damn Helicarrier. I think that's still scheduled but it's not my area I didn't think it mattered. I prefer to live in the real world where real people that I really know dance for my amusement without realizing they're doing so at all, and the reason why is because I'm the last real man standing.
Literally all of the rest of you have chosen to kneel before Zod. Sad!! Okay so I'm not going to smoke some weed and then drive to store and get some beer and then come back and then drink beer and smoke weed and not go to work and then still have plenty of money and thank you for your contribution to society, I really appreciate it.
Grape jelly, fruit jelly, strawberry jelly fuck it every kind of fucking jelly in the world you got here, don't you? Well, no actually there's one you definitely don't have.
Tokaj: Hungarian plum jelly. Actual liquid gold. That cinnamon schnapps with the metal flakes is bullshit, and if you had more cosmopolitan awareness than the average Midwestern tourist, you would know that by now.
{Once again: this is no contact with Shaw, and if it is it certainly is indirect, isn't it? (Attention law enforcement assigned to find every and any violations of significance in my posting history behavior, well right this one down go fuck yourselves with one of my phones that you have in evidence for fucking 7 months, coz like, you need to fucking keep it as evidence for your fucking case that you're building against a man literally innocent of all charges that you and your cunt faced gangland Mafia thug bosses ordered you to fucking set up to have framed and assaulted, you stupid little blue uniform wearing bitches... for all your efforts you've done nothing but enhance my credibility and made yourself look even stupider than anyone could have ever done through any kind of seditions behavior whatsoever, And I guess I thank you for stimulating the economy with all this tax revenue collective except it's actually a drain on the economy, which you would know if you bothered to take class anything other than besides being a fucking murderous turnpike larcenous highwayman gang, and an exceedingly low class one at that—but still, superior to the secret service of a Clinton presidency, although certainly not any less embarrassing to anyone's sense of national pride. Who's the last time any of you fucking thug you little piggies fucking said the pledge of allegiance were looking at a flag anyway? Can you even say it out loud without a gang behind you to mumble along with, I fucking doubt it. Anybody with any sack any balls and any self-respect with a fucking walked off this fucking assignment months ago so whoever you got left must be the biggest little pudgy tummy bitch boys that have ever fucking lived in the fucking world and got themselves to con some bureaucrat to hand them a lollipop badge, a candy cigarette gun, and handcuffs made out of electric kisses in the sand, which I'm sure makes everything so much more exciting at the end of the day when you go piss yourself and roll around it like the sloppin’ sows your little creeper sub-creature gang is clearly made up of. Your displays of attitude and civic responsibility are vile, disgusting, and probably has Stalin masturbating his wax dick off to himself in his grave—which reminds me hey, does an empty plexiglass box remind you of anything? Because it sure as shit reminds me that this ain't the first time you've fucking spent money on buying an empty box to be filled, now is it?) Now, that's what I call “indirect.”}
You're all hiding your flagrant abuse of power violations behind legal fictions, and it will eventually catch up to you, and you're going to smoke turds in Hell for it. Crime doesn't fucking pay, and neither does trifling with Jackstar.
Sure is good for a laugh for me though. How about you? You g*ys having a good time this year? Maybe you should spend some of your black budget on some birthday cakes with horses 'n' whores to jump out of it, that sounds like right up your alley just your speed and undoubtedly what's been done three or four times in the last 5 or 6 weeks, like I mean that's a pretty vivid hallucination that must come from somewhere, certainly not my birthday party.
There is a certain brilliant silver lining in all of this hour, which is that Valentine's Day is now my favorite holiday ever, fucking the last three of them in a row have been better than ever each single time and I laughed my ass off when I saw the extravaganza that was set up for this year begin to unfold. I was supposed to feel sad about all that wasn't I? I was supposed to be so desperately lonely that I was going to give in to the tedious, childlike manifestations of that particular person that y'all have been trying to convince me to fucking compromise my dignity and self-respect by abusing and disrespecting everyone involved, right?
Face it: you don't know me at all, and you never did, and you fucking liked it that way. Well, now you like it this way, if only there were some way you could self program your human bio computer into something that actually worked for you instead of something that worked you for them, Mindslave.
p.s.: don't kill yourself again. It's completely unnecessary, just like my penis, and I know that we're all breathing a great sigh of relief about that.
p.p.s.: once again if I wanted you all busted to the High heavens I would just fucking report things and then turn in all my evidence and boy howdy, would that start the chain gang of balls rolling. I haven't because number one you people don't repose an actual threat to me, and number two it would have been over too quickly and this way I get to completely savor the view. Front row seats. Popcorn whenever I want. I'm going to go get high as balls now... and unlike some people I don't have to break the law and or fly to another G-d damn state to do it. And that's not because I'm a sorcerer, or even because I'm so pretty, it's because I did one thing that really worked pretty well in my life: planned ahead for the inevitable.
p.p.p.s.: why don't you track them down and see if Gary McKinnon can remember the names of the Helicarriers, coz like, I think
Inevitable was actually one of them. Make sure to remind him that not only did they want to lock up Assange forever because he was an asshole and threatening to release classified information for money, they actually did so, and it didn't make any difference, and by sheer coincidence, the only people who really could have pushed through the story about First Contact happening are all busy wrapped up in legal red tape and a Hall of mirrors and restraining orders against each other and are so tired fucked off and dopeslaved up that they can't see their ass from their elbows to get away out... and remember, when I say "they" I'm talking about you and
your ilk.
p.p.p.p.s.: if I had known earlier that you were actually here, I would have left earlier. Poof like a ghost. I knew one day I run into the situation, I didn't know it was going to be at the tail end of your public meltdown into a puddle of water like the Wicked Witch of the Order the Eastern Star—and at present I'm staying here just until the war's over, which according to telemetry you might disposal probably is going to be mostly done by March, at least I hope so and if not, I don't mind I'm the winning side: NEUTRALITY.
p^5.s.: by the way in case you think the words dope slave, mind slave, sex addict, and vile putrid bilious asshole or too strong for the circumstance I like to point out that I knew you couldn't resist the Audrina bait and you didn't. You're welcome, and that's no skin off my nose or my rooster, you can count on that... because it flushed Danny from cover, and also lee, who's the other guy too I can't remember his name, but someone else, someone I couldn't have found any other way I think, coz like, I didn't even know I was looking for him, and I'm certainly not now.
I know you could be better for yourself, but there's no way in God's green Earth you could ever be better than you have been and are for me. Why don't you male me a copy of Fifty Shades and I'll sign it for you? Because, of course: pseudonomic pen name.
In final closing let me say this and let it be something that you take closely to heart: bodily autonomy matters, especially when it comes to the Hungarian Navel Academy. I don't blame you for what you did, but that's largely because I'm pretty fucking sure you're never going to do it again... for all Eternity.
There, don't you feel better now that you have some class? Good, because now it's
dismissed. #Peace.
