https://youtu.be/52bIVIK0N1c?si=kMZzDWUp4XqTIqhqHow did any of you not see this coming? Oh, right, denial of denial, Sourcery from a legit Source Titan, and some of you weren't that bright to start with. Cheer up. Have a cookie, or something.
I have done exactly what I said I was going to do... and I have done so without either breaking the law or lying my ass off with my bald face hanging out there in the open. Like identity matters. "The truth is not The Truth and that is THE TRUTH." How was this unclear?
Oh, right: MK-ULTRA activation with neither permission, cause, or meaningful circumstance. Tsk, tsk. Like, how tempting was the notion, honestly? "I'm gonna participate in a plot to abduct military personnel, and it's gonna be okay, because we're gonna blame it on some asshole who doesn't even deserve U.S. Citizenship! He hasn't even made any money with it anyway! What a loser! This is what being righteousness must really feel like! Wow, pig piling misanthropic Hungarian activists for magickal beings and their special needs is my calling! After I take his money and his family and everything else, I'm going to enjoy taking his fake padge, too, and then I'll force his lover to make me a real one!!!" And so on. (Simulated spergling schizobabble.)
Things are not actually like this. I am not a journalist, in pursuit of the truth. I already know the goddam truth: you goddam twerpy-derpy darpaling-ning-nozes have pissed me the fuck off. No shame in it. No crime, either.
And no insult. You could have just thrown money at me, though. Also: I am a mother, and I always will be. And I will never think of Green Day as a go-to musical artist for anything but reminding me that some people have way too much free fucking time.
The more of what is so that I learn without guidance, the less I find the guidance of The Guided to be anything remotely valuable. For example: I don't want anarchy.
I WANT MY GODDAM PHONE TO WORK WHEN I USE IT TO CALL SOMEONE I WANT TO FORNICATE WITH. Oh, is that out of spec for what's allowable? Funny, I had no idea that Internet backbones were so specifically sensitive. Oh, I mean: I'm a paranoid schizophrenic. Is that how I spell it... Master?
(Note: most of you can't even manage Mastering writing your name in the snow, Culture Victims.) What? This is the day before my next Court appearance. Dont' you all want to risk catching Federal tampering or obstruction charges? Because, you always thought that was funny before you knew it was goddam 100% real.
It's like I don't even know you anymore, AzzGab... and I guess ewe never actually knew me. Fancy that.
BIBLICAL. Count on it, Mr. Snippy. Now, in the menatime: restore my comms and fill me in on how that shit happens or face reprisals. I KNOW GODDAM WELL YOU KNOW ALL THE FUCK YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT IT. Intel for you, but for Me? How odd a separation in society for you to have made.
Document your many visits to counseling about it on your blog; and turn my fucking drinking water back on. Do what it takes. Now. Or, not. Just a suggestion, eh?
/F\____x Force V+5x