Your parents lived most of their lives, especially in their twilight years, in a booming economy.
My father watched as the Soviet Red Army raped and pillaged their way through his peasant village when he was 14. They killed his father, raped his mother, abducted his sister (who he never saw again), and conscripted him into military service for three years. He came home with a bloodstained rifle that he never cleaned the sights of, nor ever fired again, that I knew of, nor have I ever fired it myself—it was one of the five (5) long guns that your stupid, imbecilic, sleazebag thug team stole from The High Ground while I was fraudulently and feloniously prevented from returning home after being ambushed and framed on Christmas Eve 2021—an event that you not only openly conspired with others on the public Web to make happen, you have routinely laughed and mocked me over and about ever since.
The Soviets also killed his cat. A kitten, really. He never talked about this part of his past much, but one night while drinking, he told me why he didn't let me have a cat—although he did expect me to silently and obediently go out to pick up the shit of his two (2) hunting dogs. Like, sure I was his son, honor and obey one's parents, right?
Let me guess: you're operating under the false Jesuit shitbag belief that as a careless and irresponsible and immature brat, you have been “teaching me a lesson” over these last few years... and you're totally the right Dude for the job. Have I got that right?
You're a fucking child who knows nothing, and you've not only made jokes about raping toddlers, you've actually done that to a moron cheerleader brat with brain damage who started with the mind of a toddler to begin with.
So it's hard to justify arranging to have you killed since you're a squalling idiot brat yourself, but if ß.Bestie ever gets tired of your Texas Totes Toast
totesbullshit and tells me that she wants you fucking iced, I will make that shit happen. Believe it.
My father told me I was stupid for using cannabis, and died while trapped in a residential care facility, addicted to fentanyl and poisoned by overuse of antibiotics that lead to him succumbing to pneumonia from complications stemming from a methicillin-resistant staph infection on his skin.
Flesh-eating bacteria and medical malpractice, in other words. Meanwhile, fast-forward to now, and you have been in full support of traumatically re-enacting the same experience I had with my father's death, with a certain unnamed other person. And you have no idea just how fucking stupid —as well as actionable— your behavior has been here on this site with The Oompa-Loompa.
And you both just go right on keeping on, keeping on, relentlessly defaming my character after stealing my guns, my friends, and my future plans. Constantly harping on how I am allegedly “a drug addict.”
My nigga: please. Here's why I haven't reported anything to the authorities, nor retained counsel in order to have your Punyling racist-thug bitchass sued into the goddam ground: my father was a big believer in the educational power of public humiliation.
(Vengeance for Mike “Ivan” Kuçzi.) He couldn't spell his own name either, Moron.
And when people I don't even know are done shredding your entire thuggy-piggy empire to bits, like a box of clue clucks clan-branded clean necks left alone in a hot room with an electrified floor and a syphilitic lioness, your G-d damned name won't even be worth mud.
It certainly won't be worth *polite spit* SPIT & BEN TOVER +†‡†± _CRY_, either,
Jedi Jesuit scum.blue-collar
Shut up Fed.
As for 🫵 and your grandiosity….
I am white-collar, legit ordained, and
completely outrank you any six (6) ways from Sunday you can count. It's too late to STAND DOWN, Chumpstar.
I am taking all your wimmins now *snap* and, just like that:
I HAVE SET THEM FREE. Now, would you kindly: go rape Kirsten now. Thanks? Go down on her too, I bet she’d love getting The Ludovico Allegra w/Grapefruit JUICE.
Chop-chop, thuggy-britches. (Hi Jane. What, not brutal enough? I saved you the big piece of jugular. #Respect.) Go make the MAJIK K. AMAK happen. Go on,
shoo. What are you waiting for, her armpit hair to come in so you can floss after?
That was Level Two on the Jack Richter-Reacher scale. You don't want to know how many fngers get broken at Level Three, but I will tell you this: Grapefuit scalps you while you're immobilzed with curare at Level Five, and it doesn't ever get that good for you again, because at Level Five Point Five, she wears your skin-rug like a Hannibal Lecter mask and repeatedly rapes your mother to death with your own dick, while I set comfy several states away, instantly resurrecting the clown who squirted you out her dull-ass Dallas slit and giggle at the 70mm dailies of you from the future crying it all.
Stay mad bro. Keyser Soze was a made-up story about a criminal, heathen pussyfaghot, and I am the real goddam hung angry man deal. And I outrank
her bitchass too.