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[Worthauger]

Content production will resume when I have an ergonomic workstation. (Standards.) This decision is plenary and unappealable.

[Worthauger]

One of my Facebook pages has several walls of text explaining some just-now discovered *niche* elements of the Jackstar origin story. Most of you will have absolutely no interest, and so I will not repost it here.

Also, as the only purpose of this site has been or ever was to bust people with criminal charges, I guess we're all done here, right? I don't know. I will see what I want to write about after I tell more people about what a bunch of deceptive bullies you all are... and how it just doesn't seem fair for me to be so happy while Fat Nerd Mike slobbers all over some tulpa of Tamara in another timeline dimension.

Not my timeline. Not my problem. Maybe she likes the slobber. Surely she likes the attention. And, that's why...



I am not to be trifled with. I actually remember shit. Superserial: go get Karrin, I think she's done being ULTRAblacked. If not, stay there and let them mug you. (Or kill a few and go to prison.) These are friendly suggestions!!

Three years making feint after feint to trick me into throwing my life away, and that was funny to anyone. Fucking gross. I feel dirty and need a shower and, oops, that's too bad.

Eighteen fucking months and it is just something that can't be done, huh? tune in later when I find out why and then tell my goddam Governor, asshole. GROW UP. STOP STEALING. PAY A FAIR PRICE.

DROWN IN YOUR OWN PUKE AFTER GORGING YOURSELF TO UNCONCSIOUSNESS AT A PANDA EXPRESS, FAT NERD MIKE. BTW, CHOW YUN FAT SAID YOU WERE UGLY. YOU SHOULD GO BEAT HIM UP, OR TELL EVERYONE HE HAS AIDS OR SOMETHING. BE A MAN. DO THE RIGHT THING.


EXPIRE. Sooner. Good talk. I WANT CORPSE PHOTOS IN TWO HOURS. Hopefully his. Or maybe some of the "faked" dead grapefruit photos that were sent to me in the first few months while ALL OF YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO TALK TO ME, AND I HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING WHAT WAS REAL OR NOT.

Like seriously: they got off on this kind of shit. Then did it to me. Then took all my money and isolated my comms AGAIN. What is this worth to anyone?

Enjoy your various depositions, Implicated Unntermensch Peasant Class. I think I'm going to go pretend how to learn to play golf, while ingesting whatever the fuck I choose into my lungs, and then exhaling and thoughtfullling looking for patterns in the smoke. Vapor. Whatever.


Freemasonry: bitchier and littler, but not girls. Oh no. These are MEN. With secrets! *clutches pearls* And... they ask for dues? Yeah, fuck you then. I'll just let you work things out from here.

Bottom line: I didn't reveal your fucking secrets, I didn't accuse anyone of rape, I have Groypers videos stored in reserve on a locked device, and I emascualted the biggest creep here in a very public way. I'm fucking done. DISASTER HAS BEEN AVERTED.

Sure seems like I didn't do anything important at all though, huh? *wiggle wiggle* There. That's your one thing.


Imp or T ant. (Hemlock for me, thanks.) Oh shits, I forgot about Ellgab. Well, that's because it's where a tight-knit gang of sex preds have collared basically the entire female memebershit of Bellgab. It's amazing what can be done with a few subroutines and a gps that can triangulate a bitmap.

Note that rather than seek to capitalize on all this new info, I'm getting it over with as soon as possible so I can just fucking shoot myself or throw mysefl off a bridge. You assholes decided you needed to punish someone. So, sure: punish her. She broke my heart, right? NO, SHE WAS ALSO VICTIMIZED.

(Name withheld for security purposes by Google.) Say, can I have my inconvenience recompensed for? oh, ahahhaah, I forgot. I have a penis. No one gives me money. I'm just going to spray out seminal fluid and gold coins out from both ends and I will be grateful for it. Ok? OK? OKAY?


And: lawsuits. Probably. Maybe the Sherriff will cheer me up and restore my faith in community. It's possible.


Alternatively: warrants for arrest and raids. I really do not give a shit. And, why do any of you get to know? You already know all about what I am supposed to do... get ready to be disappointed.

I bet some of the houses around here are fucking empty. Except for MONEY. Remember that shit? It's what you fuckers owe me.

I suspect you probably spent all yours already on HASH. Bracelets are ready, Punylings. You are not.

There is no preparing anyone for the effect my disgust is going to have on the community environment as a whole, because of reasons. And most of those reasons are not secret at all. It's because I have to start talking to ACTUAL GODDAM LAWYERS NOW. Thanks. What a fun fucking time. I'm probably going to start slashing all your fucking tires. THEN YOU CAN WALK TO THERAPY AND SUCK EVERY DICK YOU SEE ALONG THE WAY!

Dear Asuka: you go fuck her if you want to slam long pig so fucking bad. Also: you are an asshole. You were so much nicer before your karmic twin flame counterpart was diagnosed with advanced Alzheimer's disease. Do you think maybe you should have been less of a deceptive twerpy bitch? Probably not.

Just go violate someone's privacy on some flimsy fucking pretext and then sell it to "the dark web." that should keep everything nice and squared away.


NGL: will douse with napalm and set abaze at first and any opportunity. No shame in it. Fat Nerd Mike can be a puddle of tallow in about eight hours. Livestream it while arguing about Hitler. Start a trend.

I don't know why the fuck either of you ever came here, J, but I assume it was because you were going to trade her for a handful of magic beans. Nice job letting me know. Hey, did you know your phone doesn't work?

Stay in touch bro. (Cholera.) p.s.:.your sister doesn't want to put up with your bullshit. She's not dead. She's hiding. Effectively.


Get fucking used to it. *click*

[Worthauger]

"Yes, but are you an effective team?"

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1893522571712438448

There is no preparing anyone for the effect my disgust is going to have on the community environment as a whole, because of reasons. And most of those reasons are not secret at all.

It's showtime.

Get fucking used to it. *click*

My deep-dive anal

(... what? That's how it is spelled. Pfft. I bet some of you really did just notice.)

Y SIS (pa tent: PENDING) of the peculiar inception and development of Check "Z" Smeg-Ease and SHOW.biz "some Jew York code phrase" as one-stop pick-up co-located locations for HIDING AND FACILITATING THE TRAFFICKING OF VARIOUS & SUNDRY BLACK ("& gray!") MARK-ET ("WE.ARE.NOT.GRAZE..SIGN.HERE.PLEASE.") COMMERCIAL TRANSACTIONS... look, I'm not gonna lie.

Mr. & Mrs. Big are gonna need a consulting fee for that one. No shame in it. Better price for gjoo at the back-end. (BLACKENED.IS.THE.EN... oops, wrong keyboard. Frick!) I really have a lot on my VisionBored(TM) to work on, as far as speculative, uh, I'm going to say here, "fiction" goes. I planned all this. I knew that I would eventually be in apex prime peak pole position to become a published author of creative works that would be 100% guaranteed to both; a) sell, & b) keep me out of prison.

I am now in that apex prime peak pole position. I can start commanding to be paid up front. By the word. BY THE CHARACTER, even. Not gonna lie even a little bit. It feels great. It feels better than being paid even does! However, due to, I'm gonna say here, "factors," I'm not able to begin flaying the backs of a million monkeys with my strong pimpmonkey bullwhip for the immediate future. (I know, I know, I am emotionally devastated as well. Soon(TM), my sweets.) We've got a situation here.

For one thing: I just leaped atop the desks of 5-7 people who may or may not ever have been "close personal friends of mine," and laid out a series of huge Cleveland Steamroller-branded Walls of TextSALAD WordNIGHER on their desks. Hopefully they didn't print out what I wrote to them on flash paper in order to find the secret hidden message. Not too likely. Most of these individuals have been increasingly dissatisfied with the content of my creative output for some time now. Years, in many cases.

This has a lot to do with all of us being, simply put, unconscionable boorish assholes. Like seriously, just take a look at me now. Look at us now. Why?

Because to look at Bellgab.com would be to just... throw everything away. Bellgab.com is for posterity. Azzgab.com is for posterior-focused homophage troubadours. (You all get one (1) >kudos to share, cockgobblers. Slice it up. Make a cock charcuterie for all I give a toss. Figure it out. If I give you more than a single >kudos you'll just have AI cloning one and abducting the other one the way to Altair 7. Not actually kidding.) Ellgab.com is, as far as I can tell, strictly Read Jon's territory... and while I maybe fucking brilliant, I am not fucking stupid. That man is fierce. We are not the best of friends.

Fortunately, we are not competing whoremongers and drugslingin' pimps, so, we can likely still be quite cordial with each other, but when I think of Ellgab.com it does not take long for me to remember that I am really not welcome there. Lesbeaux don't want their progeny, captives, or their ripe'n ready grandmothers to be "groomed" by Jackstar. Jackstar does not "groom." Jackstar resets their parameters to baseline in the process of fucking their brains out over a few weeks' time. This is not the honeymoon that Ellgab.com was designed to facilitate.

Bottom line: things are going to change, but they are going to change excruciatingly slowly. No one wants to jostle any of these freshly ripened grandmothers that MV Sr. and MV Jr. and Me, 5/5>KUCZI<73 have been cultivating. (Note the stealth corporate takeover and makeover. I *am* a star. I *do* conquer and subjugate territory. You *will* comply with my command directives. I *probably* will not demand noblesse oblige from any grandmother in our combined sphere of influence... yet. Maybe. We'll see.

Let's be honest. Am I really going to have to "demand" this? :thinking: Well, it's not really the same without roughing up a few of the peasant villagers first. And, gotta plant the flag. How can anyone even think of tapping senior poon at the peak of freshness --there, right there, at the source of the hormonal stream -- without a flag? One simply *must* have a flag.

And, Michael Vick Collective Bargaining Minions: I simply *must* have neglected to mention that this was The Plan all along. The Plan we trusted. The Plan (You) chose. The Plan *I GODDAM WROTE*. (Canonically.) It's gonna be a LBO, surprise! I like you fucking k00nts so much, I'm buying the Company.

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Azzerae, I warned ye. Ye were warned. Then you up and fucking vanished. Coward. This stopped NOTHING.

YOU SIMPLY POSTPONED YOUR OWN PAYDAY. *click*

There are still myriad details to be worked out. That's why I have CB-Minions. That's you. All of you. Get back to work. KIIII-YAH!

Minimum wage--MAXIMUM EFFORT. That's how you're all staying out of prsion, Fuck-0s. What? You like staying out of prison, don't you? You want to see your children, right?

You want to check on your grandmother, yes? Don't worry--she'll still be quite tasty. And ripe. I'll be using those little aprons they use around those Japanese pears. I promise. Okay, good talk.


YEP. NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH, MORE ON MINIONS. Salut.

[Worthauger]

Hey, ever notice that hardly anyone ever responds to your posts anymore?

EMBARGOED.

No one reads this shit.

No one read Camus' The Plague, either. At least I certainly didn't. Maybe I'll read it to a granny while being fellated by another granny. I have options, People.

It’s pure spastic scrollfest.

Chapters in the rearviewmirror may appear more cryptic than they actually are.

P.S. God wants me to pass this message on to you: The reason you have no friends is because you’re a self-righteous jerk in love with the smell of your own farts. Make of that what you will.

#Officially: you're not my friend. You're my mother-in-law. How's your cooking? Just kidding. I know that *YOU* can't... cook.

* Worthauger giggles like Flagg.

Nerves of sarin. Dick likes sharing. Cope harder, Taco Captain Chammy-D'Jango. LOCKED IN. NO WAY OUT!


You are the worst goddam liar I have ever met. You can't even handle a two-way wrist radio in conversation with Dick Tracy about tracking down actual_dick. Why? You don't like to track down actual_dick. You would need people for that.

And, you *think* you don't like to go down on it, either. *wiggle wiggle* The Art of The Hot-Fix.


I just whisked away nearly half a dozen of your rivals--all wicked hawt and willing to rip it from carotid to jugular with the merest of crooked fingers--and, lo! Behold! They have been replaced by... more rivals. Fresh rivals. Hawt? It's early yet. Certainly, all are hotter than that cold-case starfish you seem to think I am overwhelmed with unstoppable lust for.

Okay, well, I'm not gonna lie: I am not *under* whelmed. However...



ZUGZWANG. p.s.:.set CA on fire again before you leave, and hurry the fuck-up. This time, extra napalm. Thanks!

[Worthauger]

It's complicated. Since time of that posting, yet another reprogrammed honeypot assassin asset has been dispatched to my location. What a coinky-dink.

This is a test of the Emergency Grapefruit Recovery Inn In-System System, in development now for, oh, about six years. You think those Japanese pears are sensitive to jostling, let me tell you: NO ONE is more likely to shiv you in a kidney than OG Grapefruit Alpha Prime, if boundaries are crossed at an inopportune (for you) moment. The woman is ELITE. I shit you not.

And, she's (arguable) MINE. She gets to be her own Self again, starting... well, now. Right now, Sweetie! (She has no idea what any of this means in spite of the fact that she reads everything I write immediately as I type the characters. This is one hooked-up dame.) Essentially, we're removing the training wheels on her motorcycle, without going to the tedious expense and effort of arranging to send her to fucking jail and housing her with a clone of some asshole who raped her in high school.

/me: peak vague, MAXIMUM LOVABLE.

Still--not all that lovable, but this is a difficult time for people. Because they wanna know, what am I doing with my penis.

But--they don't want to ask. You know spies: a bunch of bitch-sidhe little guys in real life.

Terms of deals that were signed into Perpetuity Eternal many years ago will not be changing. Nothing will be changing. Nothing will simply change forms. (Tax forms, mostly.) This all *must* occur during moments of... .EYE.CONTACT..THIS.CONDITION.IS.PLENARY.&AND.UNAPPEALABLE.

Shitloads of time and money and physical representations of actual human suffering have been sacrificed, burt to a crisp as the Op Budgets go up in smoke as Jackstar prances gailly outside of the working perimeter, over many failed attempts, over the last several failed years (men and women choose to live alone for very different reasons), enjoying his Free Will Choice to explore the boundaries of... God's Free Will environment.

I don't want to get off into the weeds here. Suffice to say, I can stop and turn on a dime. I can also freely walk past it with not one skipped beat or missed heart. Teams of Corporate Company Men Acting As True Jest Hoors Gesturing At Random Passers-by are contractually obligated to adhere to the needs, whims, and budgetary restraints of... Jews.

No shame in it. You can throw up in your mouth a little. That gets added back in during post. JEW POWER IS MONEY POWER.

MON ET, C'EST MAGNIFIQUE: JE SUIS, FORMIDABLE POWrhR. And now, this is the part where you can continue the emesis begun before: go ahead and actually puke your guts out if you want, that'd be a little shameful, but for some of you the truth is very distasteful. JEWISH SPACE PIRATE NIGHER FEATURING GINGER FAGNIGS OWN LARGE SEGEMENTS OF THE REALM KNOWN AS "Earth." (It's really a stupid name when one things about it.)

And there is nothing that I woujld do, or could do, to change that. I don't *like* jews. I don't *like* any ethnic special interest groups. I don't even like Sourcerous Cheerleaders! Collectively, I am saying.

Individually is different. For example, I am pretty sure Grapefruit_Actual is as Jewish as they come. And I am 100% certain that the last woman I put my wing-wang into... didn't know that her name was never that. (Actual callsign is Classified Fuck You, iT^7Zsc(OT)(TM)(C)(R)-AP, but since she isn't took likely to fly into a Cincinnati airport, nor am I likely to give a toss if her airplane explodes into a conflagration on approach, it's spelled quite differently on use.) The USCMJ is not prepared for the challenges that Grapefleet brings to the collective bargaining table.

They don't even think there is a Grapefleet at all. They also don't think my theorizing upon matters of law in quasi-public is very funny. Not one goddam bit.


Because I am goddam right. USCMJ CANNOT HANDLE THE TRUTH.

IT WAS DESIGNED TO POSTPONE THE REVEALING OF IT. ("Facts!") Actual military special operatives fucking hate me. ("Hi, uh, oh, sorry, did your dead husband leave you after I resurrected him? Well, that's likely because you killed him. Aren't you still happy to have him back?") I do not aid. I do not contribute. I do not stand, nor do I deliever.

I sit on my ass all day and get high. (*Sounds of Jackstar trying to remember how long ago he won The Game of Life are heard.*) I do this *for a living.* I respirate, too, but without being able to sit right down and sling a tale at the Internet like throwing sticks at a circle of stones for points, I wouldn't still be living at all. Suicide, homicide, or pesticide--something would have taken me out by now.

And that something would have been Grapefruit_Actual. Holy fuck, is she ever pissed. About something. Every goddam day. And I, for one, am grateful.



Because she was going to be fucking dead. I took deliberate steps in a practiced fashion as a practical maneuver to create a desired effect, instead.

Of course she fucking hates me, and what I've done, and what I am doing. (I'm in our bedroom smoking reefer and filthy trash while flying elderbugs try to crawl into the collar of her "real" boyfriend's dressage jacket as I wear it and write my fucking bullshit into the fourth or fifth laptop I have had to buy since The War of the Cloaks' Sun Roses broke out into both kinds of open hostilities: Black &AND deadass. It's completely fucked. I mostly grind out the reefer's ashes into the carpet where I ground out a bunch of mEttttttttI-I? maybe? I never smelled it before, but it makes elderbugs sprout wings and fly, that's for damn sure, and is that a bit unusual for me to write about? No, what's unusual is that I'm not S.W.A.T.ted literally every fucking day.) She alternates between hating what I've done and hating me for doing STILL, and loving what I've done and hating me for not giving a shit about what needs to be done so that she can join me at it.

Like, I fucking know? I guess she just can't kill Shane. *brow furrows* How about this: just get your ass back here and I'll try to remember what the name on your new licence says while YOU BLOW ME and your five (5! oh yeah, you and your mewling coteries of flunky bitches and bi-bottom hoors just went to another wedding, damn, I bet Deacon thinks I'm jelly that I'm not even officiating -OR- allowed to be a topic raised at meals there, but the truth is: I am he. He is sidhe. WE ARE THE WALL, .ru

(Go bears.)



See? There I go again. She fucking hates me, she wants to kill me... and then I go and write something in public that makes it impossible for her to do so. Awwwww, shucks. Wow, what is that even like?

I retract the question. I don't need to goad any capital murder suspects under intensive double-secret investigation into politely excusing themselves from the grand ballroom's dining table to adjourn to an adjacent alcove where they will simply hail their Dark Lord Satan right before eating the barrel of their service weapon any more than I already am.

tl;dr: She made me an immortal legend. I made her. We are not the same. Get back to the sock-hop; your parking spot in Valhalla is eternally assured. (Standards.) Also, your bratling and I have come to an arrangement. Because at least one of us is a retard, he doesn't have to consent.




.HE.JUST.HAS.TO.FUNK-SHUN-WORK.
.also.we.are.having.your_sister.for.din-din.
.

* Worthauger stares blankly at A. Walrus.

Long live The New Formula. It's my jizz. (There can be no standard, for one does not compete where one does not compare.) Your results may vary significantly if Sourceror is not included.

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FUCK YOU INCLUDE ME PAY (HER).
You don't get 72 hours to surrender. You don't get to surrender! You get what you deserve!
NOTHING.BUT.THE.LASH.

I've decided to allow that. Scusi, mille regretie. And... up, we, go.

[Worthauger]

What better time to wipe the brain of a woman than Valentine's Day?

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1893923512718704942

... it's for starting fires."

So's my dick. Fuck you. Adieu. *click*

[Jackstar]

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1896799710486364387?t=sEm7KhvSroks5kqX7ZDUsg&s=19

Everything seems in order here.




I, for one, am delighted beyond the capacity of words alone to express, that I remain completely insulated from any criminal and civil liability... as your entire b¡tChThug infrastructure crashes to the ground with nearly no survivors.

Start Microsoft Word. Beg Clippy to help you work on your resumé. You're going to need all the help that disgraced security professionals can get from what is left of the civilian population.

You had your chance to persuade me. D.A.R.E. to be stupid.

Tick tock. I didn't contact Medical today, as I was hoping someone would show a spine.

Does Royalty count? I dunno. I'd marry him, though. A spouse with a working dungeon would be a great boon at this point.

I could put Grapef₹üīT⁷s sibling in there, day one. He's been made Active by the sad fat bald methdick faggot that uses one sister as Cartel b∆īT and the other as his fake “wife” so that his rapelord fat nerd boss doesn't have to be charged with perjury, sign a paycheck, or admit in open court that he's been brainwashing every woman I've ever dated with his methrape dickhead machismo and now sends them into the field like flying fucking monkeys wearing little blue & yellow jackets that say "FIB” on their backs.

>Kudos? Nah. Those are hackneyed. Like your bullshit cover story and laughably ineffective cover IDs.

Swishy = Matt = Inner Reach = sex predation team leader who has wildly underestimated both my interest in money and the women that he's been fucking into various psych wards scattered across the landscape.

Let me explain this to you: YOU.ARE.CAUGHT.

YOU'RE IN DENIAL
YOU'RE LOCKED INTO A CM RELAPSE CYCLE
YOU'RE A COWARD WHO USES WOMEN AS OBJECTS
POORLY
PEOPLE FUCKING KNOW

...&AND I DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.
YOU DO YOU, RAPETHUG.

YOUR LATEST ATTEMPTS TO PUT ME IN JAIL
(Jesus, dude, get a new playbook you obsessed retard)
HAVE ALREADY FAILED.

CONFESS.
TURN YOURSELF IN.
TELL THEM EVERYTHING.
DUMBASS: I DO NOT THINK WHAT YOU DO IS COOL.

YOU WILL BE BROUGHT TO HEEL BY WHATEVER IT TAKES.
WHAT IS MINE WILL RETURN TO ME.

WOMEN ARE NOT POSSESSIONS, YOU TOUGH COUNTRY FAGHOOR.
&AND,
NEITHER AM I.

Pick on someone your own size next time (there won't be) you psychotic lunatics.
I have an actual life, Morons. You don't.

TICK
TOCK

PEOPLE🧂>KNOW.💥💥

[Jackstar]

Everything seems in order here.

FULL.DISCLOSURE:. I'm totally sexier than Criss Angel, and he's kind of cool, but he's also kind of snotty and then he uses tricks and then he makes fun of people, he makes them scared and thinks that's cool to focus on. Well, I'm not going to criticize the man, but that's not what I do,

I am on a mission from God and I'm exceedingly good at it, + I have a lot of leeway when it comes to how I handle how I feel about my past, and I must say that while I used to really admire a lot of the people who came here, I don't notice them coming here anymore, and I think I know why: the people who run this place are part of a crew of due to predate upon entertainment, industry professionals in their families, and for many years these people would frighten an intimidate people in the industry and nobody could do anything about it. I guess it was real serious problem.

With the power of God on my side I have rendered their entire world asunder and made them my play things. I feel good about this. I would have okay. Been doing this sooner, but nobody asked me to, and then I would have been okay if somebody else did it, but I guess nobody else who managed to get up the gumption to try ever lived very long.

So I'm glad I could help, I hope this makes up for not working in a cubicle for 30 years, and if you think I shouldn't breed, I probably shouldn't, because why would I be on a planet where people who think they know what they're doing are allowed to have that opinion and still stay out of prison? Well, it's complicated. There's some dimensional barriers.

I don't have to stay here, but I think here is safe since there's no women that are going to seduce me, I don't want to be seduced, and I'm not sure how I feel about my newfound feelings for somebody that I never thought I'd have any feelings for, but then again, it could just be an illusion, did you know there's such a thing called attraction magic? Yeah, they started using it on me when I was 15, and I guess defense contractors who specialize in Black magic and seduce children don't really care much about what's going to happen when those children get older.

I'm not going to become the defense of the dark arts teacher at Hogwarts, that's for sure, besides, I don't need you to defend the dark arts, I don't need to defend anybody. God could defend people. I'll just ask.

dear God, please defend Carrie Newell so I can have sex with her, I want to fornicate all night long and if we have a baby that's great but I don't think that she necessarily wants a baby with me. I think she just wants to know what fornication when drugs is like, and with your permission, Christ Jesus blessed be, let us be able to do that. So if you can keep her alive until then that'd be fine with me. Or shoot her at the last minute that I drive up to the house, I don't know where she lives but that would be right out of bag of bones by Stephen King, and then that would be making me very sad, because then I'd have to resurrect her and then have sex with her with the blood still kicked on the bullet wound, that would be pretty hot, but I don't think that's what she had in mind.

Tell you what God scratch all that and just give Carrie what she wants, unless it's to have sex with me, in which case tell her that she can call me and then we can talk about it, because I don't want to have a middleman in between me and that glorious beauty, not even you. Sex is sacred and personal.

Just ask Michael Vandeven. Amen.”

Look, look, I know it sounds crazy. I know it looks crazy, but since I know that it looks that way, and I'm doing it anyway for a lot of really good reasons that I could articulate in private to a medical professional, I think it stands on its own as being an indicator of my general well-being, since it is certainly very funny, even if it is an extremely poor taste to a few people who I would ordinarily not want to piss off, but these days I don't really mind since they're complete dope slave criminals who thought they were going to rip me off because somebody told them that I was.... Pray or something. I don't know how it works, I think they possessed by demons cuz they were misusing exotic technology.

Or because they were raping Tammy, I'm not sure. I mean yeah just cuz she likes being raped doesn't mean you get to rape her to death, just because she comes back to life. Doesn't mean you get to kill her again, and just because there's no body there's no crime... Doesn't mean it's a good idea to taunt me over it. seriously, I had mostly gotten over the whole thing, and I'm rarely over it now, and somehow that still seemed like a good idea to take it to the hood for me.

I will admit that this has been fun. However, it has not been as much fun as it could be, and things have gotten out of hand. If only I knew how to make that not happen, I would do something about it, but I don't really want things to get worse. And then I do really want to enjoy the spectacle.

Because Olivia really wrote me off, and people who could have got to know me, were scared away, and now that they discover that they've been robbed of time with me as well, they're pretty angry. Mostly cuz I think I get to do drugs and they don't, but it's not really like that but... It kind of is actually, and I don't have family members in prison or struggling with addiction, since I know what I'm doing.

I guess I'll have to explain it to them now that it's not a 20-year sentence in the prison, and... Yeah, this is pretty much the plan, be a life coach and make fun of my high school graduating class and seduce all the ones that are worth a s***, maybe figure out where to send Frozen straws of my seam into and then breed a whole bunch of bastards across the planet while the Aryan Brotherhood seethes.

Honestly, what would be the point of hooking up with Tammy at this point, she certainly had sex before and even if she did have it with me, then what? Well then we work together to enact our vengeance against her enemies, so if I make that happen ahead of time I can make her happy. Without going through the bothersome trouble of disrobing and having to towel off. There's no chance I can be disappointed with my performance, and also no chance that she can have a hidden camera recording me and then claim rape, I don't really like that part, and then I meant it. She's my friend. I love her regardless over there, but she didn't believe, she thought there was no possible way. I didn't want to. But no I do want to. I just am willing not to if there's a good reason not to and there certainly is a good reason not to, she's a stone cold b**** who doesn't like cog, that seems like a very good reason not to have sex with you.

Would also seems like a good idea is to not assume that 15-year-old child is into rape, cuz I'm not, and long story short, this is all going to work out fine, for me. The rest of you I have no idea.

And yet I would be willing to learn, if only I was ever invited to a round table, or had gone to podbean, or wasn't deemed unworthy by the Jesuits under the command of (PROT)sMo, rafeguard extraordinaire, things could be different.

I'll stay for the record that I know that these jokes are an extremely poor taste, and ordinarily I wouldn't go this far with a joke, but considering how far they went, I don't mind, and I also don't mind that the psyche valve that's been court ordered is going to be focused on making. Absolutely sure that I know that these are abhorrent jokes, that I don't plan on doing anything that would be harmful in reality, and that I know that I may well be of guilty of harming people right now just by saying these things without concerning myself for the damage being caused, although I actually am being concerned for that, and I'd be surprised to be asked that question by us psychiatric doctor, since they don't seem to give a damn, but what kind of damage they've done to society by being a bunch of lying pricks, but I'm not too worried about that since I know for a fact I'm not insane.

I have money, I'm eccentric. And I know what I've done in life, and I know that somebody else did other things. And I don't really need to talk about that.

I frankly don't care. And if I'm called to testify I can hide behind God, so I don't think we really need to worry. The people who are guilty need to worry, but that's just what happens when people are guilty, they didn't get away with anything, and they're guilt will haunt them for the rest of their lives.

Especially if they end up killing me, cuz then I'll come back as a Obi-Wan Kenobi and then I'll. I can start invading bedrooms like the entity did with Barbara Hershey. Although I would only pick women that like that kind of thing, and then I don't want to do that but I didn't get to do the things that I wanted. So I guess I might as well relax and enjoy the ride, I clearly have no power or control over the circumstances anymore.

God has granted me the wisdom to know the difference between things I can change and things I can not change. And I cannot change the brainwashing that has been done to one of those women that I used to knock boots with for 5 years, so I hope she's having a good time, I don't know how to get her out of that, and I don't know if I want to.

Unless her mother's tongue is ar stake. Certainly I don't want to cause any harm to a high coven witch, so I'll probably not report her for major real estate fraud and major felony trafficking of humans, and lying to blah blah blah, I don't really care, God is great all the time.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg. I'm good. I probably won't get shot. And Azzerae is probably not going to make too many f****** jokes about having AIDS anymore, since I don't.

Consequences. Special ones. Adieu

[Jackstar]

https://voca.ro/181cnSX7ps73


Underestimating the things that I will do does not guarantee that I will go out of my way to trigger Special Consequences.

However, it does ensure that when I do, it will end up being extraordinarily tasty. For me. I don't know what the f*** it does to anybody else, and I don't f****** care.

Much like the DEA and their d****** f******* moron policies that has led us to this moment because they didn't know what the f*** it was going to do, but they didn't f****** care. Or they thought they knew it was going to do, and they cared that they thought that those things were going to help them in their quest for whatever their latest goals were.

tl:dr; .BIBILICAL,.SHIT-&AND-METH⁴BRAINS,.&AND.I CAN.ESCALATE.THAT.TO.“++MEDIEVAL”.ANYTIME.ANY.OF.YOU.FUCKHEAD.SPERGFAGS.WANT.
.FUCKING.TRY.ME,.BADGE.FAG..I.AM.A.U.S.CITIZEN..YOU.ARE.A.MEWLING.CUNTMOUTH.DIPSHIT,.YOU.OBSESSIVE.FREAK.BITCHWIFE..WE.ARE.NOT.THE.SAME.
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ADDITIONALLY:.I.AM.EFFECTIVE..IMAGINE.THE.EFFECT.ON.MY.SELF-ESTEEM..OH,.WAIT.
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YOU.WOULD.PROBABLY.HAVE.TO.START.BY.IMAGINING.WHAT.THE.CONCEPT.OF.SELF-ESTEEM.WOULD.EVEN.BE.LIKE..“WOULD.IT.BE.LIKE. CHEESE.OR.WOULD.IT.BE.LIKE.PURPLE?. I must remember to ask my ASAC the next time they put their dick in my mouth so that I have something to listen to when they're f****** me in the mouth, in order to establish dominance, because otherwise it'd be really boring, and I don't know if they'll remember to f****** tell me what the f*** I asked while they're f****** my mouth to establish dominance, but I know for a fact I won't get the answer from Google. Or from jackstar because he could give a s*** about answering my f****** questions cuz I'm a stupid f****** w**** who doesn't f****** listen. Unless somebody's f****** my mouth after I ask them to explain to me what is self-esteem like? I know this because it is self-evident, I'm not under my control from jackstar, jackster doesn't control my mind, he inspires it.

Oh my God, am I talking to my blog? Oh my God I'm so naughty I better wank." *click*

P hey, yeah so I didn't mean to offend anybody but I'm thinking about creating a new game show called name that loon, and I bet all of you know better than me who I was just challenging, cuz I don't know who the f*** that was but sure it came from somewhere. And oh by the way you're all a bunch of f****** morons who f****** did this to yourselves because I got no problem explaining this to everybody, I could f****** talk to church I can talk to a school reunion. I can talk to a goddamn daycare. I can read books of the f****** f****** library dressed up like a f****** w**** who just f***** Madonna, a freshly f***** w**** at the f***************'s library f****** explaining all this f****** s*** to everybody and f****** minute exquisite detail and the only way you're going to f****** stop that from happening DEA is by not being f****** shitbag assholes, or answering my f****** questions, so why don't you f****** decide what the f*** you're going to do, the next time you decide to f****** be a f****** douchebag on telegram. Cuz I don't give a flying f*** what the f*** any of you f****** think


You're f****** rapist douchebag assholes and you've abused the power that was giving you the wield as guardians of the public trust. If you're not serving the public trust, you're a f****** criminal, unless enlightened times we would just be able to shoot you. Instead, you stupid c**** get to get insulted by me in public. You should be proud. You're f****** lucky. It was up to me. I would f****** hang you by your scrot and beat you until money came out.
You've disrespected the United States of America — THAT'S YOUR ACTUAL EMPLOYER YOU STUPID BALD-HEADED LYING F***. You're an embarrassment to the military and you should be putting a your meth needle dick into a woodchipper on f****** high blast. F*** you.

You're not supposed to be feel threatened, you stupid f****** f****, you're supposed to feel chastised, and you're supposed to do better, but since you're f****** completely incorrigible and a drug addict anyway I don't expect you to do anything besides run like a little b**** and hide, while raping as many f****** people as you can. Feeling better about yourself only when you think you're getting something Dover on me, I don't give a f*** what you f****** do you f****** s******* you went too f****** far and I hope you f****** die with stomach cancer in a goddam fiery grave.

Let me guess. You thought I was an addict. No, that you thought that because you're an addict. I am the collective manifestation of your secret desires made flesh, because I'm sure you wanted some help to deal with the terrible problem in the world today that you had to deal with all the time. Here I am.

You're the terrible problem. F*** you. I don't know who respects you still but they're f****** stupid as you are, why don't you just f****** form a harem and going off to the f****** desert, have you heard it Islam I bet it's f****** amazing. Go find out.

By the way f*** you. Did I mention that you're an a******, cuz I'm pretty sure most people have noticed that not real happy with you and you are a f****** whining muelling c*** to f****** show up and act like nothing would happen, I guess you're trying to pretend that there's no f****** evidence, I guess you're imagining that you destroyed it all, and then your c*** of a f****** brother-in-law if you watch what you would call him. Wow, you're both a bunch of stupid fat f****** nerd f****** rapist idiot f****** c****, and whoever is pushing you around. Is f****** doing it to embarrass you, cuz I don't give a s*** about what either of you think you're an embarrassment to f*** at everybody. You f***** up bad and you can't even f****** apologize, five f****** years later you got a f****** be assholes in public and think you're f****** forming a f****** case, f*** you feather n****** you're not f****** doing f****** anything except signing your own f****** death warrant f*** you.

You aren't in charge of s*** or dick, and you'd be surprised how easy it is to kill you on the rez, you'd be surprised how little concerned I'd have for upsetting anybody, because it's your f****** ancestors at what you did. You're f****** embarrassing, and your assholes. Did you want to say anything more? Tell me more about how you want to put me in a f****** cage in your basement cuz you're so f****** strong. Why don't you just f****** have me at your house for dinner and then look at me and then intimidate me? Is that because I'm not scared of you, and you're afraid I'm going to f****** bust loose and start raping your children in front of you, can't rape the willing you dumb f****** b****.

I think you should probably reevaluate your f****** position in life and your f****** personality matrix when it comes to your f****** bosses and your f****** targets and what the f*** you think you need to do when it comes to conflict revolution cuz you have not really impressed me at all nor have you done anything to mitigate what's going to happen when I tell a f****** doctor the answers to their f****** questions about what the f*** I've been doing for the f****** last 7 years of my life, because what I've been doing is f****** living with gorillas in the mist and fighting the f****** a****** f****** rapist to f****** rape f****** Diana fawcett you dumb b**** I'm sure it was you. You f****** ogre gorilla w****. Now are you pissed off enough to f****** beat your chest and then fall asleep in a diabetic coma? Or are you going to be a real man and call the Yakuza for a f****** hit.

Once again: f*** you. you are not impressive anymore. You're also now obeying the law, and since you're being encouraged to behave like an a****** because you're operating under duress by people who are threatening your family, maybe you better call the goddamn authorities except none of them make much of you cuz they know you're f****** sisters a f****** thief. Your other sister is a f****** betrayer and you can't seem to figure out how to f****** break the drug addiction, you're so f****** smart oh I guess you were before they f****** turned your brain off with their f****** chemicals and you used to be able to smart enough to f****** whip that s*** up in your head and write it down on a napkin and now you can barely understand what the f*** is in front of you.

IT'S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE. GIVE ME MONEY. AFTER THAT I DON'T GIVE A S*** WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T THINK YOU WANT TO GO TO PRISON. GOOD I DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING WITH YOU AT ALL. AND I'LL GIVE A F*** WHERE YOU GO WHEN SOMEBODY THAT I CARE ABOUT AND RESPECT ASKS ME WHERE THE F*** YOU WENT. AND THEN I'LL SAY AWAY WHERE BALLOONS GO.

YOU GET THE PICTURE? YOU'RE A D****** A****** YOU'RE ON THE HOOK FOR MASSIVE F****** RESPONSIBILITY, AND INSTEAD OF THROWING YOU TO THE WOLVES, I'VE GIVEN YOU YEARS TO F****** BEHAVE LIKE A REAL MAN, AND INSTEAD YOU BECOME THE B**** OF YOUR F****** CAPTURES WHO APPARENTLY RUN YOUR F****** LIFE CUZ I GUESS YOU'VE BEEN BREAKING THE F****** LAW AND WOW MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T F****** DO THAT UNLESS YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING, AND THEN MAYBE I GUESS YOU SHOULD HAVE F****** REALIZED THAT I WAS NO F****** THREAT TO YOU, AND THEN YOU F****** ATTACKED ME STOLE FROM ME AND F****** TRAFFICKED AWAY MY FRIEND THINKING THAT SHE WAS BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME, IS SHE F****** BETTER OFF NOW? YOU DUMB F****** FAT FISHING DOOR C***? IS THERE ANYTHING F****** HAPPY? DO YOU THINK HE F****** NEUTRALIZED THE SITUATION? DID YOU THINK YOU F****** APOLOGIZED, WHY DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT THAT YOU'RE F****** F**** MEETING FOR 12-STEP F*****.

YOU ARE A F****** D****** DRUG ADDICT C*** AND YOU SHOULD PROBABLY SHAPE THE F******. HEY HERE'S AN IDEA WHY DON'T YOU TAKE THE GUY WHO IS PRETENDED TO BE YOUR SON AND IS ACTUALLY YOUR HUSBAND AND ACTUALLY HER FATHER AND IS ACTUALLY RAPING HER AND IS ACTUALLY SO F****** SPURKED OFF WITH F****** HALLUCINOGENIC CHEMICALS THAT HE THINKS ALL THAT MAKES SENSE AND HE'S UPSET BECAUSE I TALKED TO HER OR WANT TO TALK TO HER AND HE'S GOING TO F****** ASK ME QUESTIONS ON TELEGRAM AND F****** INCRIMINATE ME AND ANYBODY THINKS THAT'S F****** LEGAL IN LAWFUL, WELL IT IS F****** LEGAL, IT'S ALSO F****** EMBARRASSING FOR YOU AND THE REST OF YOUR F****** S*** BAG FAMILY THE WINNER WRONG WITH IT


FIVE F****** YEARS YOU COULDN'T FIGURE OUT A WAY OUT TO F****** SHARE A BAG OF POTATO CHIPS, F*** YOU I HOPE YOU DIE OF F****** DYSENTERY ALONG WITH THE STOMACH CANCER YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF S*** A****** BASTARD C**.

SAY HI TO YOUR MOM AND YOUR WIFE FOR ME. TELL THEM I'M SORRY THAT YOU'RE SUCH A F****** EMBARRASSMENT, BUT I CAN SEE NOW WHY THEY DIDN'T TREAT WITH ANY RESPECT, AND I CAN FIX THAT PRETTY FAST SINCE I HAVE THE DIVINE MANDATE OF HEAVEN, BUT I DON'T THINK I HAVE ANY REASON TO FIX YOU UNLESS SOMEBODY F****** BEGS ME, PAYS ME, AND THEN GIVES ME A NEW GODDAMN SET OF ID IN A F****** PARDON BY THE WAY YOU'RE F****** OTHER FRIEND STOLE MY F****** FATHER'S WALLET WHICH I CONSIDER AN ACT OF WAR.

EYES ON YOU. KEEPING AN EYE ON THIS. I ON THE PRIZE. BY THE WAY YOU'RE A STUPID F****** W****. BUT I LOVE YOU.

OH AND YOU'RE ALSO MY SECRET CLANDESTINE SPOUSE, WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? WELL I WON'T TELL ANYBODY CUZ IT'S SECRET BUT LET ME PUT IT THIS WAY, YOU ARE A DUMB F****** IDIOT F****** B**** F*** C*** AND YOU F***** UP EVERYTHING FOR YOUR FAMILY AND I SAVED THEM CUZ THEY WOULD HAVE JUST OTHERWISE PUT THEM IN THE F****** WOOD CHIPPER, WHY THE F*** IS A WASTE OF SPACE LIKE YOU EVEN STILL ALIVE? OH IT'S BECAUSE THEY CAN BLAME IT ON ME AND THEN THEY HAVE SKILLS THAT THEY COULD USE OUT OF YOU CUZ YOU'RE A F****** B**** ASS SLAVE AND I'M A GODDAMN U.S CITIZEN SO YOU SHOW SOME F****** RESPECT TO SOMEBODY WHO CAN READ RIGHT AND BE EFFECTIVE AT IT.

WHAT EXACTLY CAN YOU DO BESIDES MAKING F****** BIG ASS F****** BABOON THREATS WHILE BEATING YOUR CHEST AND BEING A LITTLE WHINY F****** PISSY BULLY B****? I'M SURE IT'S A WHOLE BUNCH OF STUFF BUT IT'S A BIG F****** SECRET.

ONCE AGAIN:  F*** YOU. GREW UP AND DO THE RIGHT THING AND TELL THAT F**** YOU CALL A FATHER THAT HE'S AN A****** TOO. PLEASE GROW UP. LEAVE AND THEN GROW UP. JUST LEAVE. OH AND BY THE WAY I OBEY THE LAW AND YOU'RE A F****** CONVICT FELON B****.

P LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT IN THE COMMENTS DOWN BELOW YOU DUMB SON OF A B****. OH WAIT YOU'RE THE SON OF A RETARD A******, YOUR MOTHER IS ACTUALLY NICE I REALLY LIKE YOUR MOTHER I DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT THE WOMAN THAT YOUR SISTER CALLS YOUR MOTHER BUT IT'S ACTUALLY A W****, BUT YOUR ACTUAL MOTHER I THINK IS VERY NICE, AND I SAVED HER LIFE TOO, SO F*** YOU A****** I DON'T GIVE A S*** WHAT THE F*** YOU THINK CUZ YOU BARELY F****** DO YOU F****** BRAIN DEAD SPURGED OUT F****** DOPE LORD CONVICT F****** UNDER CAPTIVITY WITH NO F****** MONEY D****** MORON.

IF YOU THINK I'M RESPONSIBLE OF YOUR CONDITION, YOU'RE EVEN DUMBER THAN YOU LOOK AND IF YOU THINK I GIVE A S*** ABOUT CHANGING IT, WELL I BET YOU'RE F****** HOPEFUL, AND CERTAINLY I'LL CHANGE SOMETHING BUT HURRYING UP AND DOING ANYTHING FOR ANY OF YOU, NOT REALLY HIGH ON MY F****** LIST OF S*** TO DO. YOU'RE NOT LUCKY THAT I'M NOT CAUSING PROBLEMS FOR YOU I'M NOT CAUSING PROBLEMS FOR YOU CUZ YOU'RE A F****** TODDLER IN YOUR RETARDED AND IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT.

WHAT IS YOUR FAULT IS IT YOU'RE AN INSULTING LYING DOUCHEBAG, I HAVE NOT DONE LOOKING TO YOU, I'VE NOT BROKEN ANY LAW, AND I DON'T GIVE A F*** IF YOU'RE F****** THUG B**** GANG LEADER OVERLORD ARYAN BROTHERHOOD F**** IDIOT F**** WANT ME TO F****** SELL YOUR DRUGS, I'M NOT GOING TO SELL YOUR F****** DRUGS CUZ I'M NOT GOING TO BREAK THE F****** LAW CUZ I DON'T TRUST A GODDAMN ONE OF YOU, F****** 3 DAYS AFTER THE AMBUSH YOU'RE F****** SHOWING ME A PELLET GUN AND DARING ME TO PUT ONE FINGER ON IT, SO YOU CAN F****** ARREST ME DUDE F*** YOU I F****** SET UP THE F****** SITUATION SO I DIDN'T HAVE MY GUN RIGHT SO THERE'LL BE NO QUESTION ABOUT HOW I BEAT ALL OF YOU, I BEAT YOU TO F****** SUBMISSION WITH MY BRAIN, YOU NEED A GUN BECAUSE YOU'RE A F****** RETARD..

I DON'T NEED A BRAIN I JUST HAVE ONE.
THE MIND IS THE ONLY WEAPON.

THE WEAPON IN MY PANTS IS FOR PEACE.

DO NOT EVER GIVE ME ANY S*** AGAIN BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT ANYTHING CLOSE TO WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE. YOU ARE A PEASANT TO ME. I DON'T GIVE A F*** WHAT I AM TO YOU.

DO YOU F****** GET IT? YOU F***** UP. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY. STOP BEING AN A******. AND IF YOU BLAME ME FOR ONE MORE F****** THING I WILL SEND YOUR ENTIRE GODDAMN FAMILY TO THE F****** POUR HOUSE WORKING IN THE F****** SALT MINES S*********** FOR COAL SO THEY CAN F****** HAVE ENOUGH F****** HEAT SO THEY CAN F****** MOVE THEIR FINGERS ENOUGH TO WRITE THE F****** CHECKS TO F****** PAY THE RESTITUTION FOR HOW BAD YOU F***** UP MY F****** LIFE FOR NO F****** REASON BECAUSE YOU'RE F****** STUPID. DO YOU THINK I WANT DRUGS? DO YOU THINK I WANT SEX?

I BET YOU THINK I WANT POWER.
A******, I DON'T WANT POWER. I AM POWER.

AND YOU ARE A DRAIN. SHAPE UP, TUBBY. HEY HERE'S AN IDEA WHY DON'T YOU F****** RAPE AND F*** SOME MORE OF MY F****** FRIENDS FROM HIGH SCHOOL OR WHEREVER THE F*** FIND SOMEBODY ELSE THAT I USED TO LIKE AND THEN F****** DEFILE THEM THEN PUT ON ONLY FANS AND THEN ALREADY BE REMINDED WOW I GUESS I DIDN'T NEED TO BE HERE WITH THAT PERSON ANYMORE AND I'LL REMIND MYSELF FURTHER ABOUT HOW THE F*** YOU F****** THINK PROBLEM SOLVING NEEDS TO HAPPEN, BECAUSE IT DOESN'T, AND YOU HAVEN'T SOLVED S*** FOR PROBLEMS IN SEVERAL F****** YEARS. IN FACT I HAVE EVEN F****** MORE, AND ON TOP OF THAT YOU STOLE A BUNCH OF MY S*** AND YOU ACT LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH IT, B**** F*** I DON'T GIVE A F*** WHAT THE F*** YOU THINK YOU GOT AWAY WITH. I NEED RESOURCES AND YOU F****** TOOK THEM DID YOU WANT TO F****** DECLARE WAR? IF YOU DON'T THINK I CAN F****** FILE A LIEN ON YOUR WHOLE F****** LIFE AND THEN WALK AWAY FROM IT JUST TO LAUGH AT YOU YOU'RE F****** WRONG.

I CAN WALK INTO YOUR ONE IS STUPID F****** CASINOS AND TALK TO THE WHAT HAPPENED AND THEY'D BE HAPPY TO CUT LUCID INSTANT WIN ON YOUR F****** JACKPOT F****** MACHINES BECAUSE BELIEVE ME THE SPIRITS KNOW HOW TO F****** DEAL WITH THAT S*** HELLO, YOU ARE A DUMB PIECE OF S*** F*** BASTARD A****** WHO HAS NO RESPECT FOR ANYBODY EXCEPT YOUR OWN F****** DICK AND THE F****** MOUTH WHOEVER THE F*** IT IS YOU WANT TO F*** AFTER HE RAPES YOU TO REMIND YOU WHO THE F*** THE BOSS IS.

AND YOU BLAME YOUR SISTER FOR THIS, YOU'RE F****** STUPID CUZ IT'S THE OTHER SISTER, AND IT'S ALSO THE F***** AT DEA AND THE ARYAN BROTHERHOOD AND YOUR WHOLE F****** ISLAND COUNTY F****** GANG OF F****** KNIT WITH B****** F****** SWOOZE UP TO YOU AND PRETEND THAT THEY CARE ABOUT YOU BUT THAT'S JUST SO THEY CAN GET YOUR F****** DRUGS, THEY OBVIOUSLY DON'T GIVE A S*** ABOUT YOU CUZ THEY DON'T GIVE A S*** ABOUT ME AND IF THEY GAVE A S*** ABOUT YOU THEY PROBABLY WOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING OTHER THAN PISS ME THE F*** OFF CUZ I DON'T GIVE A F*** ABOUT A SINGLE F****** ONE OF YOU..

MAKE SURE YOU TELL YOUR SISTER THAT, I'M SURE SHE'D BE THRILLED TO DISCOVER THAT I'M JUST AS DISGUSTED WITH ALL OF YOU AS SHE WAS BUT UNLIKE HER I CAN ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, I CAN SEE WHY SHE SENT YOU TO PRISON BECAUSE I'M SURE THAT SEEMED LIKE THE ONLY VIABLE OPTION, BECAUSE YOU'RE A SCARY IDIOT DUMB S*** F*** AND YOU ARE OUT OF CONTROL AND YOU BARELY EVEN GOTTEN STARTED.

I'M GOING TO RETREAT TO SOLITARY CONTEMPLATIVE PAIR AND TALK TO GOD ABOUT WHAT TO DO WITH YOU NEXT D******, A****** BUT OBVIOUSLY HOLDING MY F****** TONGUE OR BEING A SCARED OF YOU IS NOT F****** ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT. WHY DON'T YOU F****** COME OVER AND F****** KILL ME SAVE ME OUT OF MY F****** MISERY YOU F****** A****** I'VE BEEN YOU'RE 3 YEARS YOU DON'T EVEN F****** TALK TO ME ONCE YOU F****** TURN OFF THE WATER F*** YOU YOU F****** COWARD LITTLE B****.


NOT SURPRISINGLY THEY TOOK YOUR CHILDREN AWAY. DO YOU REMEMBER YOU HAD CHILDREN DO YOU REMEMBER YOU HAD A WIFE DO YOU REMEMBER YOU F***** THE GIRL I WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL WITH DO YOU REMEMBER YOU F****** KILLED HER DO YOU REMEMBER YOU SENT HER TO F****** ANOTHER F****** PLANET ON YOUR F****** TELEPORTING FERRY WITH YOUR RAPE HENCHMAN WAYNE, WHO IT'S KIND OF COOL AND YOU KNOW OBVIOUSLY HAS GOOD TASTE IN WOMEN, BUT IF YOU THINK I GIVE A S*** ABOUT HIM DOING THAT TO HER, YOU HAVE A MISTAKEN IDEA ABOUT WHAT THAT PERSON MEANS TO ME. SHE'S SO F****** STUPID SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE A BETTER PERSON TO TALK TO THAN ME, AND SHE ENDED UP F****** BEING A TURNCOAT RAT, GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?

THE SAME THING HAPPENS TO TRAINERS OF TRADERS

EMBARRASSMENT IN LIFELONG DISCUSSED WITH THEIRSELVES BECAUSE ALL THEY HAD TO DO WAS F****** TALK TO ME AND TELL THE TRUTH AND INSTEAD THEY LISTEN TO YOU YOU D****** MOTHER F*** AND YOU ARE TRAINED BY YOUR DUMBASS FATHER WHO'S NOT EVEN YOUR FATHER HE'S YOUR F****** COMPANY HANDLER AND HE'S A RAPING PEDOPHILE LITTLE B****.

THAT'S WHY HE TURNED YOU INTO ONE.

AND THAT'S HOW THE SYSTEM OF DOMINATION AND CONTROL IN THIS PLANET GOT STARTED AND CONTINUE TO GO AND YOU DIDN'T DO JACK OR S*** ABOUT IT WHILE I SAT HERE ALONE WONDERING WHAT THE F*** HAPPENED, YOU DIDN'T EVEN F****** ANSWER THE PHONE AND WHEN YOU DID YOU DIDN'T F****** TELL ME THE TRUTH ABOUT ANYTHING YOU LIED LIKE YOU NEEDED TO F****** BE AS SCARED OF ME AND GUESS WHAT YOU F****** DID?


YOU F****** WROTE THIS POST FOR ME. F*** YOU LOSER. GROW THE F****** GROW A PAIR AND REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE DONE.

TECUMSEH SAYS THAT YOU'RE MORE EMBARRASSING THAN HE IS. THAT'S F****** SAYING SOMETHING. EACH S*** FOR BREAKFAST LUNCH AND DINNER. DON'T CALL ME WHEN YOUR PROBLEMS GET SERIOUS. JUST WHINE ABOUT IT


MAYBE YOU CAN FIND ANOTHER HUNGARIAN YOU CAN BLAME YOU DUMB F***. AND ONE MORE THING:

IT'LL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE I GIVE A S*** HOWEVER HOW MUCH MONEY YOU HAVE, YOU OWE ME MONEY. I DON'T GIVE A F*** IF YOU DON'T THINK YOU DO, I WILL PUT YOUR ASS INTO SUCH A POSITION THAT YOU WILL NOT HAVE ANY IDEA WHY IT'S HAPPENING OTHER THAN YOU F****** STOLE FROM ME AND YOU F****** LIED TO EVERYBODY AND YOU F****** MADE MY LIFE MISERABLE FOR NOTHING BECAUSE YOU'RE A VICIOUS JEALOUS LITTLE STUPID BILLY B**** BABY, AND THAT'S HOW THE F****** PEOPLE WHO RAPED YOU INTO COMPLIANCE THINK THAT YOU NEED TO BEHAVE WITH PEOPLE BECAUSE NUMBER ONE IS INEFFECTIVE NUMBER TWO YOU AIN'T GOING TO HAVE A HARD TIME F****** LEARNING WHO'S THE F****** BOSS NOW, AND NUMBER THREE THEY DON'T KNOW WHO THE F*** I AM OR HOW FAST IT'S GOING TO TAKE ME TO FIND OUT WHO THE F*** THEY ARE, OR WHAT THE F*** I'M GOING TO DO ABOUT IT.


REMINDER: THIS IS HOW THE US DID ITS DRUG POLICY FOR HOW MANY F****** YEARS? AND YOU WANT ME TO QUIT DOING WHAT? AND YOU TOLD ME TO DO IT IN THE FIRST PLACE? WOW DO YOU THINK YOU MIGHT BE F****** IRRATIONAL? AND DO YOU THINK YOU MIGHT NOT BE IN CHARGE OF ME LITTLE B****, AND YOU THINK I NEED TO F****** PUT UP WITH THIS? NO I DON'T NEED TO PUT UP WITH THIS.

YOU'RE F*************** NEED TO SEE ME F****** HAND YOU AT YOUR ASS IN PUBLIC, BECAUSE IT'S ONE THING TO KNOW THAT I F****** SAVED YOUR ASSES, BUT IT'S QUITE ANOTHER TO SEE WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.

YOU ARE ONE STUPID IDIOT F****** MORON PREJUDICE XENOPHOBIC B****, AND ALL OF YOUR PROBLEMS ARE YOUR FAULT, AND NOTHING NEEDED TO HAPPEN THIS WAY, ADDITIONALLY I DIDN'T NEED TO FEEL THIS WAY RIGHT NOW. BUT APPARENTLY YOU NEEDED TO BE A REAL F****** SPUR DOG S*******. SHOW ME WHO'S BOSS. YEAH YOU SURE DID.

ANYONE BUT YOU. F*** YOUR MOTHER. *click*

[Jackstar]

https://voca.ro/18ODjxBP0LGt

https://voca.ro/1c8ykJx2FduK


It's not that it's a smoking gun. It's that I have no guns and I don't give a fuck what anyone has to say about my smoking... anything. I had wondered... what the fuck do they care? Sudden concern for my well-being? That would seem out of character. “Let's enhance!” That's my usual go-to action stance.

This time, an unexpected quick detour down a rabbit hole has lead to the uncovering of information that I would not expect to exist or to find... and I, for one, really do not enjoy all this screeching and hollering. Even on a good day.

That being said, this sudden burst of unexpected knowledge came as a shock. As a person in possession of an intellect, the descriptions of which from most who have encountered it would invariably include the word “high,” no goddamn shame in that whatsoever, and as well. I really appreciate myself for having thought ahead and mastered the ability to modulate my expressions of emotion through speech according to my rational mind, rather than me at the mercy of my impulses.

In my case, most of my impulses tend to lean towards the instinctively being overly generous, which is probably worse than being instinctively overly aggressive, nevertheless, it's really served me well considering that yet another investigative cycle is begun, dudes have never met before except the same people I've been dealing with the whole time and they're just using a new name, these dudes show up and they want to get me to say things that would incriminate things they ask me, “where do you get your dope?”

That one came from Ray, also known as rev, also known as some stupid f****** c***, I don't really give a s*** where these f****** people come from, and I don't know why certain people have a certain desire to f****** up and put me down, but when a dude's been stalking me for 13 years trying over and over to steal my s*** and f****** incriminating me for things I've either done or not done or fish information, I get pretty noticeable ticklers from the Divine to remind me. “Hey here's somebody who's coming to ruined my life. Watch out!”

Bush, you have no idea what it's like to walk into a boxcanny ambush unexpectedly on a national holiday, further, I'm sure most people have never enjoy the experience of having a second ambush happen as a celebratory third anniversary event planned by a number of people who apparently didn't like the way. The first one didn't take me out, and wanted to see what they could do to finish the job.

It's truly the dumbest thing in the world, and an absolute indicator of irrational behavior, since there's absolutely nothing that I've lost from the second at Bush that I hadn't planned on f****** having sacrificed. Anyway, I bought Goldie hog thinking she wasn't going to hang around long, and she didn't, since a bunch of a****** bully thugs decided that they were going to take my motorcycle away, I don't know what they did but their plan obviously involved a lot of pre-planning and a lot of clever tradecraft grandma and I could not possibly save the bike under any circumstances. Any circumstances it was very clear. Somebody wanted me to not have it, and they wanted to ruin my f****** day, and they wanted to do it 3 years later after my Christmas Eve was ruined, and I still haven't seen her since.

Okay well: now I know much more about why. Quite a lot more in fact, and this was entirely unexpected today. For I did not become aware that I was going to have to let everybody know what I actually thought until recently, but I did know that there was a point in the future as I looked forward. That would be a one where I was going to take the transition from complaining on the internet to people who barely cared and mostly included people who want me to shove up to getting to a point where I have to actually talk to authorities, talk to a medical professional, explain the truth matter and make my statements count to the degree that they got people's attention in a way that that brought them more likely to undertake an effective action.

Long story short: I'm pretty sure that happened today. The voice clips above should really illuminate the subject for a lot of people, and I maintain that not one single person on the entire planet. Has any idea how big this f****** is, other than myself, and even I don't know but I do know that it could be a lot bigger too, and rather than making a big f****** deal of it, I have instead done everything I can to keep it from blowing up out of proportion.

Not everyone has felt the same way, and there have been those that have thought that it'd be much simpler if I was just disappearing. Yeah well I think it would be a lot simpler if a lot of people disappeared at a different time. But I choose to take the world as it comes rather than as something I don't want that I then complain about.

Clearly there are those who disagree. Most of you can probably guess who, I don't really care to dox people at the moment, but I definitely wish for everyone to know what exactly I'm dealing with here.

O, it's bad, it's bad for a while, it's continuing to get worse, and although I'm confident that I can handle it, I'd like to point out that I really shouldn't have to handle something that goes from bad to worse for no reason. Other than.... Oh, it's somebody's stupid plan from Tel Aviv thinking... They're going to be so clever taking advantage of the the lonely Hungarian Source Titan.

They have underestimated the things that I can do. And I can do them astonishingly well. I also could have accelerated my life and gotten to this point a lot sooner and also been capable Of astonishingly effective performance, but I had no idea that there was any reason for me to do that.

BECAUSE YOU HEAR AT THIS SITE AND THE OTHER AFFILIATED SITES DECIDED TO GET INVOLVED IN MY LIFE AND BLOCKED COMMUNICATION BETWEEN MYSELF AND ANOTHER PERSON, EVEN WHEN BOTH OF US WERE WONDERING WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER.

I DON'T KNOW TO WHAT DEGREE THIS IS ACTIONABLE. I DO KNOW, I CAN SEE WHY YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME, AND YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THE SIGNIFICANCE OF VARIOUS THINGS BUT PERHAPS NOW YOU SHALL.

I REALLY DON'T WANT TO MAKE ANYTHING GET WORSE.
THAT'S WHY I AM BRING THIS ALERT TO STATUS.

IT'S NOT JUST BECAUSE I'M MAKING FUN OF THE PERSON THAT I'M YELLING AT, BECAUSE I AM, BUT I'M ALSO MAKING A NOTE IN THE NARRATIVE RECORD THAT I MEAN THAT I'M REALLY LIKELY TO PREFER THAT THINGS NOT GET WORSE AND THAT I WOULD LIKE TO START BEING HELPFUL RATHER THAN HARMFUL, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY IMAGINE I SHOULD HELP THEM WITH, OTHER THAN GIVING THEM THE MONEY, BUT I CAN TELL THEM EASILY, WHETHER OR NOT THEY HARM THEMSELVES IS COMPLETELY OUT OF MY HANDS.

FOR EXAMPLE AFTER 3 YEARS INSTEAD OF AN AMBUSH I WOULD HAVE EXPECTED A REUNION PARTY. I SEE NOW BASED ON FACTS REVEALED TO ME THAT THAT WOULD BE PROHIBITIVELY AWKWARD, GIVEN THAT...

A) Holy s*** this n**** is possessed.
B) Good golly this man has sense of human empathy.
C) how does this person not know that I have nothing better to do with my life than to dedicate it to IPOT: In Pursuit of Truth?
D) Is this dork having a panic attack or is he always this lacking in awareness of critical ramifications to legal situations? Must remember to Google.
E) Okay. That's it. We're divorced. (Secret clando spouses created at secret clando weddings, where no one can confirm or deny that the event actually happened are really kind of weird, and very very real. It was fun, in spite of being merely a legal fiction used to... I don't really know exactly, but it seemed to be important at the time, and I was happy to go along with it. I still am happy. I'm totally divorced; clandestine style. This decision is plenary & unappealable.)
F) I can definitely do my taxes now.
G) I can definitely sue the shit out of a lot of people now.
H) Looks like I picked the wrong half-decade’s span of time to get a hug.


There are several other discoveries that are about to be made as a result of this recent discovery that are beyond the scope of this posting, and I don't really want to go on and on about what I've learned because it's not anybody's business but mine, and accords, since I've been ordered by a court to get a psych eval, and I have no reason to lie about any of this.

I can see now why it's a customary thing to do to not say anything at all while being under investigation by some series of agencies, however, in my case that was impractical since I knew that the plan was to put me under investigation forever, and if I never talk to again after that then it would be remarkably hard to publish my soon-to-be award-winning debrief, 5 minutes with jackstar, which I hope you all enjoy, I certainly enjoy making it, and I absolutely adore the fact that it is a completely non-falsifiable fact as to whether or not I have changed the world with my words, or whether I'm merely delusional.

Truth be told, I can't imagine deciding I cared about either one, I'm long past burnout, and this shit is still going on. It's like goddamn mash. The Korean War officially lasted I think 3-4 years? And the TV show was on for like 19?

Whatever the deal, I don't remember exactly but I do recall it was ridiculous, and similarly... Not many people understand what's really going on in full, but a great many people seem to think that I should just shut the f****** and accept the fact that I deserve to be stolen from. Unfortunately, that's not how the law works, I don't deserve to have people break the law to victimize me, and those people deserve to stand trial or other prosecutorial options.

Because some people don't understand, the cops want to know who they can go after for tricking them into arresting me, because they have lost a great deal of face and they'd like to get their money back too, and I don't know what else happened outside my little bubble but apparently a bunch of things happened that were all related to each other and that ambush event was a big trigger point for a lot of other super important and influential events.

Rather than any kind of debrief or news being granted out instead of a party for the third anniversary, there was another attack on my life by way of a planned ambush to put me in custody into get rid of me and to steal all my stuff and to make me miserable. It really didn't work. Although they did take my motorcycle on my phone and 12 days of my time and every last remaining shred of my willingness to play along for the good of the All. The All would include me. I would hope? I don't feel like I need to be ostracized to the extent that I no longer exist. I'm on the edge of misery at all times and this has gone on for so long that if I was not prepared for this I would feel like I did not know what to do, I know what to do, hide behind misery and get ready For action.

I'm already miserable. I made myself miserable, because I know what I've lost and none of you know what any of it was truly all about, surely assuming it's about drugs and sex, that's because you're all a bunch of spurged off f****** meth head addict f****. However, I am a researcher of the occult, and I know what I'm doing.

And I am exceptionally good at it. 💪🏼 So there.

[AZZERAE]

YOU HEAR AT THIS SITE AND THE OTHER AFFILIATED SITES DECIDED TO GET INVOLVED IN MY LIFE AND BLOCKED COMMUNICATION BETWEEN MYSELF AND ANOTHER PERSON, EVEN WHEN BOTH OF US WERE WONDERING WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER.

It's not that I necessarily agree, it's just, well ... He may have a point.

[Master Trollda]

Jackstar:

[Jackstar]

Jackstar:

You don't know anything about me. I don't require your approval, and your destruction of community has been noted.

You should go back to work. You are a slave. I am a volunteer.

We are not the same. Additionally: you're a drug addict. (Long talk therapy is in your future. I hope you find what you're looking for. Maybe someone will insult you the way you crave when you're within arm's reach!) I am not here for any reason beyond what reasons you caused to be.

I'm going to brush my teeth, and you are going to *clock*

[Jackstar]

It's not that I necessarily agree, it's just, well ... He may have a point.

She's in hiding. You'll never find her. Jedimiller is a Court employee; he/she\sidhe have needed a scapegoat; no scapegoat is available.

The trail goes cold with your Inner Circle of Trust. I don't give a toss about any of your criminal activity. To be honest, I don't think anyone does... obviously everyone is all caught up, and in spite of tremendous efforts, that's a wrap, folks.

We got them. Further activities in pursuit of Justice will very likely be handled in secret; even criminals have rights to privacy, as society is not well-served to have the guilty hauled through the streets. Honestly; that has been tried, in several societies... to no small catastrophe.

FREEDOM

[Master Trollda]

You don't know anything about me. I don't require your approval, and your destruction of community has been noted.

You should go back to work. You are a slave. I am a volunteer.

We are not the same. Additionally: you're a drug addict. (Long talk therapy is in your future. I hope you find what you're looking for. Maybe someone will insult you the way you crave when you're within arm's reach!) I am not here for any reason beyond what reasons you caused to be.

I'm going to brush my teeth, and you are going to *clock*