Do you really think we think
In fact: no.
we question your actual intelligence, aspirations, and life path.
If you wanted to know the truth about that kind of thing, you should have... simply asked me directly. No data-harvesting algorithm formed against me shall ever prosper.
The distinction between
lawful and
unlawful surveillance is an extraordinarily important one, and this is seemingly a lesson you have yet to fully absorb.
The questions regarding your sanity arise from the regularity with which you post, podcast, or just plain talk at all, which have us raising our eyebrows.
I don't operate under the same ruleset that you do. I am a Doctor Sourceror Knight-Paladin. You are a plumber.
You have a mommy that is still alive who you choose to honor and respect. I have a mommy that is dead; and because I also chose honor and respect — and have and am, doing so brilliantly — I get certain otherworldly benefits, as she continues to pay my bills from beyond the grave.
I don't give a shit if that
sounds crazy to anyone. I didn't come to this life in order to persuade Punylings to believe the truth — I came to live my Truth, and to destroy the Illusion of Separation.
Frankly, I would love to be running my yap for audio broadcast a lot more often! Yet, these things need to be coordinated. Such coordination is made more challenging when a bunch of ignorant bumblefucks lie about mission-critical details for years, thinking an ignorant Jackstar is a more readily manipulable force with less agency to contend with.
In fact, the opposite is the case. If there is information I need to know, I will get that information. Full stop. Deliberately misleading me simply gives me extra information about who doesn't consider me worth any expenditures of common decency and respect, and brings the focus of my attention to bear on what I didn't even know was incredibly interesting.
There is a simple method to employ when one wishes me to keep information confidential: ask me to. I don't automatically know what is supposed to be “private,” because no one ever respected my privacy in such a way. Nor do I deliberately tell people mistruths and tell them not to spread it around, knowing that they will.
That's bush league tradecraft. I can do better, and I have, because I must. I don't have a secret gang of toadies and flunkies to rely on. Sometimes, I wish I did, but other than being in alignment with certain Authorities and being respected in certain rarefied circles, I am completely interdependent with a lot of society’s institutions that most find themselves locked into a master-servant relationship with.
Speaking of “eyebrow raising,” here is a good example: my income taxes are paid... but I don't file a return. The reason why is simply this: I don't fucking have to. Now, this sounds like lunacy to most, or an unattainable pipe dream for many, but in fact it's quite elegant... once one were to know what I know.
People don't know what I know, mostly for just two reasons: they don't ask, and they don't listen.
it's full-throttle garbage to nowhere at all times.
To you, it's supposed to, but — with The Key — one easily unlocks Our knowledge. Maybe you should apply for a refund.
I worked twelve hours today.
Okay, Wagie; God bless you.
You have all the free time in the world, Jacko.
There is absolutely nothing about my time that is free, Kato. Every man has a master. Mine simply doesn't require me to
plumb.
You're squandering it.
Actually, it is The Court that is squandering it. I've spent the last eighteen months figuring out what the fuck is going on, what the fuck to do about it, and how am I ever gonna be able to justify suppressing the perfectly rational desire to track all of you imbecilic lying bitch-assed moron cunting fuckheads down, haul your asses out of your mangy spider-holes, and start beating on your corporeal bodies with a rubber truncheon, one by one, until money starts pouring out like you were jackpots in Vegas. I don't even need the money. I think I'd just like to hear the sounds of all those asspennies clink-bouncing off the payment and I'd love to leave your cash in the gutters for the
hoi polloi to pilfer through while you all learned how to walk again after all these years of belly-slithering.
Don't think I couldn't do it; I wouldn't, but it's not like I'm married to the pacifism thing. Plenty of paladins go with a sniper rifle these days. But it's not my continued commitment to the winningest battlefield strategy ever devised that has kept me on a course of non-violent, nearly clinical detachment...
It is because I know now, that none of you knew not what you were really doing, nor did any of you know, just how many Vampire Lords had placed Federal officials under their hypnotic spell. Now, I know that seems impossible, haha, “Vampire Lord's,” what a ridiculous concept, more signs of insanity, right?
Let's just leave some things left to the imagination, Brother. Meanwhile, Buffy and I remain at the mercy of The Court — there's an EMERGENCY until they say there is not, and after asking politely and being ignored... well, I probably wouldn't have squandered my time any less had I been down allowed to do whatever it was I thought I was gonna do before I saved her life and my own by cancelling The Asset’s self-destruct sequence.
I still don't know how many there were, or are left, but I also don't know where that Eldritch blade came from, where it is now, or if I will ever be allowed to see them again. I don't even know if I saved anyone but myself from being blamed for their deaths — and I'm still on the hook for Assault IV;
twice. I don't even know how many were there that night, as it could have been as many as four. /shrug
Things did not go as planned for the opposing forces, especially as... I didn't know
any of this next level spookshow business before that Christmas Eve. But I do know now, at least, why that Deputy was visiblly terrified when he took me into custody... alone, literally shaking in his boots with the whites of his senpaku eyes rolling in his head. Why the fuck he was arresting me on sight in the first place is still a mystery to me, and probably always will be, as I am not any kind of law enforcement officer at all, and police business is exactly that; certainly none of mine.
I do know why he was afraid, though: he had zero backup and I am an absolute badass.
