Hi (ATTY);
I haven't written to you until now because I don't wish to get things out of sync.This is a really complex matter that I don't fully understand.
I do wish to speak to you about retaining your services but I don't wish to alarm anyone. I really just want my gun rights (in WA) no longer to be placed in question--not to alarm anyone, but it would. Some people think that I am on the verge of going postal. /rolleyes To be fair, I am hard to figure out when people ignore me and just gossip.
The mind is the only weapon. Frankly I think the person who overreacted should hire an attorney, but... they might not know that. Also. I don't wish to offend her.
I barely thought of her and I thought I would be doing nothing but demonstrating someone's jealousy was unfounded. Not so sure now. Anyway, it can wait. I have a "competency evaluation" tomorrow and I suppose... well, this could be it, (ATTY).
They'll most likely send me to DIego Garcia right afterwards. SIgh. And I had so much to live for. Well, here's hoping. I'll contact you again in days to come, and I wish I could talk your ear off about everything I have learned. This whole boondoggle is a once-in-a-lifetime perfect storm.
I've never been so pleased with my strategic pre-planning in my entire life. And I am thankfully not afraid of more false reports being filed... since everyone I ever had sex with actually wanted to, and it would seem that the three (3) women who have falsely claimed such things about me... seem to have all been working together.
I didn't even know such stories were there. Still, I knew there was something people didn't like about me. And they apparently went to great lengths in the background to have a final, nuclear solution option to use against me.
Only child, parents' owned home, and few friends, I guess that is a valuable combination? I've been earmarked for decades as an easy target!
I made sure to look really, really dumb.
Anyway, that's enough out of me. I shouldn't boast. I wouldn't want to be guilty of witness tampering or obstruction of justice or... you know, whatever.
People are very angry that I am not vanished yet. So... I think it best not to alarm anyone unduly. Just in case. These rednecks are all about respect down here, and they have lost a lot of face. They will not be harvesting my creamy nougat center for my family "wealth." They won't be anything at all but remembered as object lessons in the dangers of unchecked hubris.
I... probably won't be lynched? Fingers crossed. Might be legitimately easier to walk that off than 3 show trials. We shall see. l8r
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
MCK
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We are touched by love and we are meant to be forever changed. And I was happy to let (PROT) have it all... except for her dead and me blamed. Sloppy job, Knights of Columbus. I fooled you; I fooled you; I fooled you; I got all pig iron, I got all pig iron, I got alllll pig iron... and I didn't think it was necessary to insult my friends while refusing to share relevant information, so--I made sure that they threw me in the briar patch of their own free will and conscious choice. Oh, I guess that was awkward for someone who thought I was not relevant to what was going to happen.
CONSENT MATTERS. And there was no goddam way I was gonna be left alone with a huge mess on Christmas Eve, and there was no fucking way she was going to get a new identity and be whisked away if I had not acted unexpectedly. She was a liability, and she wanted to die anyway. Do I look like Scott Petersen to you? Do I appear to be suffering from impulse control problems? Did she really not know that she had a bio-bug the whole time? Holy shit, blackcraftmasonry gang signs. She really was part marionette.
And she really could control the weak with her little fingers wiggling. Not me, though. Totesunaffected. And by then, she was in too deep. She thought I was useless for anything but as a sacrifice to be thrown behind the sled to slow the ravening of wolves.
Well, things take longer when I have to find out for myself that I really had been offered up in trade to Authority to free a sister. I couldn't believe it. I think she thought no one took me seriously or something. Hell's bells.
When I found out who was blackmailing her, I could have just killed him, but, I thought that would be potentially awkward, so I waited until daylight and then removed his magickal protection from the rays of the sun. That was one down. I didn't think there could be too many more.
I think it was at least 4 vampires. And finally... the human showed back up. Poor bastard. Anyway, long story short: she either didn't know or didn't believe, but I could have handled either from the very beginning.... but she could not tell me the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Because
oaths.
And, she thought I was one of those freaks who doesn't like getting high. No, I simply don't like to break the law. It's not against the law to get high just for fun.
But it was for her, and, I was supposedly, you know, a totes junkie. /rolleyes
I know goddam well that there was no chance it was ever going to be something I could casually walk away from, and if she was police, I had damn well better know before assuming. I still don't know.
It wasn't my area. After a year and a half I still have not been questioned as to what "my area" actually is.
I was asked to help with children. I am still helping with children. And they will never forget what I have done, which is exactly what I said I would do.
I have destroyed everyone who abused her and the children and me. Their power is laid waste and their chicanery laid bare to leave no doubt. And I would have done it sooner, but I had to pretend to be desperately clinging to a past relationship. If I had vanished, she would have just been killed and replaced with another snooty tulpa.
And all because someone left without their instructional packet from their spiritual counselor and guru. I still don't know what that was all about. Oh, right: cryptojew and milspec.MK asset. Her magic real, but mine was a hoax, oh of course.
I taught her to castle and she taught me to ridicule the
schweinhund. I think she thought I got off on seeing her suffer. No, that's what she had been doing.
I didn't get off at all, but it was nice to know that I rescued her as soon as I could, and the next morning, Archangel Allie was gone back to Upper Astral and all the tulpas and time clones left behind with were obviously cardboard without the Angelic host present in our reality. And only I took the time, to cross the bridge, to follow her home, instead of letting her be re-collared by international jewry.
She seemed to feel kind of guilty about something --having it be necessary for a mere mortal wanker to rescue the Queen of the Algonquin people clearly a huge blow to her ego, but that is how it was-- but no matter what she had done... she was and is The Chosen One. And I don't give a shit who she has sex with and takes bribes from... I wasn't gonna take all the heat while she and some fuckhead methrobate split all the money. I think she thought I really was gay or something. Well, sometimes things change when someone drugs your lover up and rewrites her alter personality table with a whole new rosters of misandrist, snooty whoremongers from Special Island Sector B.
"Sorry your cat died. Come over and have dinner with my secret Masonic lifelong friend. We're going to watch Pet Sematery and pretend we aren't high as balls and don't know what scopolamine is." Seriously. Like I was supposed to have any doubts? Do me a favor, and the cat was so bored of her that she had literally shit the bed within 5 minutes of leaving her there.
The only sad part was that I had to pretend to be horrified. They didn't kill her, they rescued her and replaced her body and I wasn't supposed to know how Astral Travel worked. Like, I didn't realize that they thought some love spell was controlling me. No, I actually love them. I did as they suggested because I wanted to see why they thought their stupid ideas would work. They thought I had to be mind controlled because... well, couldn't I tell they hated me? Of course I could.
That was only 1/3rd of them. The whole scene was awesome and I learned a lot and no one else could have kept her alive and brought Certain People to accountability. So there.
Also I was hired to rescue her and her airhead sister and I fucking did it. Secret mission. Fuck off. Of course I thought there would be an attempt to take my house. They are Natives. It's what they do. I knew they would never succeed. I did not know that they thought I owed them.
I still do not know what they were thinking. I will never care. I survived their gauntlet for five years... and we could have handled a peaceful transition.
And they thought I had turned them in somehow. No, they did that when they broke the law trying to turn me in, for something I was lawfully permitted to do.
At that point, I could either call CPS and laugh, or stay and create the legend of me. Those children will never forget that it took a baker's dozen armed thugs to abduct me from home on Christmas Eve to get me to even think about wandering off -- and life was no better without me. And I'm still hauling loads on this boondoogle.
Like... I can just cut the goddam thing off, you know. I'm 49. I've used it plenty. If I wanted sex and drugs and magic, there were easier places. But no one else has summoned me, and there is no doubt, those people needed some serious help.
I don't know what is happening now but there was a time when they thought it would be dangerous if I talked too much. I'm still not sure why. Did they think no one knew? People knew. Cannabis legalization for recreational use combined with an intrusion into their inner circle had left them devastated. They had clearly hoped I would be there to help them reassert their cryptofascist domination of the Salish Sea smuggling corridors.
Fuck that. I came to legalize everything and start commoditizing the really occult stuff. Ayahuasca is for sissies. They have a potion that'll make you dim, you dig? Not invisible.
Dim. Like... just hard to see. What the fuck. Where was this when I was growing up? Oh, right-- I wasn't on the cool kids list. /rolleyes
No fucking way would I just wander off and let DEA thugs and cartel renegades enslave her family for access to elite occult technology. Fuck that. What, do I just never get a ticket to ride? Would have been, because they couldn't even tell that I was on their side... or had to pretend to be pro-Austrian. (No one could believe that. He drank and thought taunting me was a good idea and it was a bad idea to play Chess with his son... because, Communism?)
Without me they would be chattel sold as scrap in Lisbon by high noon tomorrow. I guarantee it. These fucking people are huge assholes. I don't care.
I love them. They thought I was the asshole because I was careful. Oh, suddenly they're in a hurry and now someone else has to rush for them, huh? Well, I don't know.
I do know that I have won and they never identified themselves, and as it turns out, "I'm pretty sure" and "I have been formally notified" are hugely different categories.
I didn't really care if she was killed, really, as time wore on... what I couldn't abide was that the children would think me a weak, inept failure.
No, no no, no no no... that's the Austrian. Austria has produced nerve gas, trans-fat stabilized creme for strudel to withstand heavy shipping, and Hitler. All vile contributions to the world.
Hungary produced Einstein, my father, and me. And the first was more ashamed of being labelled Hungarian than he was of being a jew. And my father had no idea what to do with me... and no one he took me to did either. It probably would have helped if he had mentioned that my mother had miscarried my sister when I was three and they were pretending it didn't happen, but you know what? I remember being a little happy before age 3.
Maybe i have those details wrong. In any event, they expected me to run around and play. I expected that I would one day understand why I was loathed with universal hatred everywhere I go. Turns out, my dad was an asshole and no one liked the way he treated my mother either. But they thought she was a retard because she had a TBI in a car accident at 19 and had a weight problem, while her sister made fun of her weight and somehow needed all her teeth replaced by dentures at 19.
Like, what the hell, it's like I ran away from hone to be born at the circus. So. People thinking they could push me around lead me around by the nose were not a new thing for me. But these people... thought they were stopping me from penetrating their secrets.
I didn't give a shit about their secrets. They had secrets? Duh, who doesn't. As it happened, I was in agreement about the recreational cannabis legislation. It was a joke.
They were the punchline, and if I had ever met them before, they would have pointed and said, "don't that g*y any. I heard he's a creep." Yeah, I bet you did. Because I arranged to make myself known to be opposed to exclusionary trade practices.
I had to wait 3 hours for weed once. Why? I was blacklisted. And now I know why. Sure taught me a lesson, alright. I was really good at strategic pre-planning.
No one thought I had been doing anything but wasting my life in pursuit of getting high and having sex. Now, first of all... how is that a waste? Was there something else to pursue? Secondly... it was a death sentence for any of them to tell me the instructions on how to use certain things. And I can see why.
Amphetamines are deliberately formulated to be more addictive than necessary and less potent than they could be and the goal of the pharmaceutical industry was to make it difficult for people to avoid common pitfalls and traps. I suspected as much.
So I didn't have to grow up fat. My family just wasn't on the list. My mother no, me no, her sister... well, alchohol and cigarettes, yeah? But apparently it never occurred to them that I might not like growing up as a fat piece of shit.
And they all fucking knew... it just wasn't -for- me. Because someone said so. Now, let me ask you this: how was that reasonable?
Well, they just didn't trust my father to keep his mouth shut and not be a vulnerability. Same with me. So.... well! That's interesting. What a relief it must be for them that I have taken up The Cause.
The Charles Manson Synchronized Swimming And Parables To Live And Die By Extravaganza continues.I don't think I even need a family. They would really just slow me down by anchoring me in one timestream and preventing my exploration of alternate timelines and realities. I mean, duh, right? Oh yeah, I forgot... I'm supposed to be able to show other people that I have earned things and done work.
I arranged to qualify for social security benefits because I was disabled and I was just as deserving as anyone else. I was told it was because I was lazy and didn't want to work. No, it was because I knew that if I qualified for them, yet, never collected them, this would completely confuse anyone investigating me without bothering to talk to me.
Why anyone thought to judge me in this fashion is a complete mystery to me and I thought I would go on a vision quest or something. Instead, I was mocked and jeered for a lack of willingness to freely give wealth hand over fist to an Austrian and his offspring. Somehow this was "love." I guess they were all really fucking high.
I had no idea that this was code for money laundering. I didn't know that was something that existed. I didn't care. I didn't want to be used as a drug courier. They didn't want me to do anything else. I didn't and still don't give a shit what they wanted.
I didn't intend any of this and I didn't plan any of it. But I knew that there were plans to swindle and exploit me. I wanted to see how that would work out for everyone.
I didn't know what good it would do to let them believe a drunken Austrian was ever gonna outfox a fully activated Hungarian Sourceror, but I knew it couldn't hurt to let it unfold, I wasn't afraid of losing anything, and I was sure that i had to be imagining things. No, they really did: they really thought that I didn't know that they wanted to end it all by putting me in a cauldron in the woods and boiling me down for stew. Algonquins are cannbials, you see. They really do eat people, in vey sacred and highly secretive rituals.
According to legend, it is how one is reborn into the tribe of people. One's spirit leaves the boiling pot of stew and is given new life in another body. Human, one would assume? Yeah, well, I knew that I wasn't going to let that happen anyway. Once I determined that I wasn't admired by her ex for my ability to acutally enjoy living with her screeching bullshit--it wasn't like that at all at first until the clandestines started showing up and she couldn't tell me anything true about it-- I realized that he was using her child as an emotional leverage tool. Typical Pisces, and typical Aquarian, and they really had no idea what I was all about. They ought to have asked.
Instead they mocked me for playing Chess and kept watching for me to break down, give into temptation, and ask for "the good drugs." I could give a shit. I didn't care because I had deliberately allowed rumour to spread about raging drug obsessesion.
They bought the entire notion hook line and sinker, and assumed I was too shy or ostracized to get them myself. In reality... no one asked me to get them. They thought they had a plan.
They clearly did not trust it. I still do not know what compelled anyone to get greedy. I think it was something to do with the 7-year-jubilee. They told me nothing, I didn't care, and I wasn't ever going to "bust" anyone. For what? To whom? I was there to help. She said she needed help. Twice.
And, she did. And with that mandate I have brought down the pillars of their Heaven and even now, no one knows what is to come of it up ahead. But I'm probably not going to have a problem being supportive to someone who may or may not have to quit drinking again. First time was fun. "Wow, hi! Great timing! I just stopped drinking a month ago!"
Oh, it was so perfect. And then: it all fell apart. Duh. I wasn't supposed to have a good time. I was supposed to sacrifice everything and then graciously allow my soul to be placed into a medicine bag on a beaded necklace. Many white men in the past would have counted themselves lucky to get that.
Meanwhile I never got an answer as to why the first party I was invited to had 400 people who all looked at me like I had murdered Jon Benet. For all I know they had seen it on video. Serious what the fuck. No answer given. Huh. I still don't know. Perhaps they thought I had done something wrong.
Perhaps they had been told to pretend I was police and was blackmailing her. Since someone was... and of course they thought I would make a great beard. How would I ever know, and, what could possibly go wrong?
Okay, well, to begin with... some one was already raping women and claiming it was me, women were claiming rape had happen, I had been deemed "creepy" and, while I did arrange to have myself lose my virginly via statutory rape as a political protest, I was by no means attracted to underdeveloped sexual organs. So tossing "he's a corrupt cop who says he'll take my kids" sounds like the script to Leon.
And it became obvious that my primary worth was thought to be my inherited wealth, as well as my perceived ignorance. No one ever bothered to ask me why I was even there, when I was, or why, or how I had deliberately not bothered to do even a cursory background check. Why bother? It was obvious, these people had known of me for years, and I was one of many possible future persons of interest.
I don't know what they thought was interesting about me. I only knew that I had sat around completely alone for years after the last charade tried on me had crashed and burned, which is what charade do when i get bored of people trying to be coy and pretend I am susceptible to feminine wiles.
Then, all of a sudden... someone calls me out of nowhere while drunk and starts spiling hot intel. Next day they remember nothing of it and feign ignorance. Obvious cry for help was obvious.
I fucking goddam well knew that I was a frightening figure. I had made myself deliberately inscrutable and then I had been set up for a DUI and then I meekly plead guilty and removed myself from society further. I knew that it would be a assumed I would be brainwashed into teetotallarism. It took years to disentnagle myself from the government control grid.
And by then... I had been forgotten. No one imagined I had a plan the whole time. Shrug. What? I had a lot of free time on my hands, and it was obvious what was going to happen--total monkey backed addiction within 20 years. And if not them, someone. There's always someone who started early and had no one to warn them of the hazards.
Meanwhile I knew the Royal Order of Jesters had been involved in my life as a teen, as they were involved everywhere, and one day, they would wish to collect their due. Whatever the fuck that was. I knew they were in charge of procurement of special and exotic material components and polite company. "Wow!" I exclaimed when I read about them. "No wonder people don't mention them. They could get cut off from their favorites." I was pretty sure I had to do penance or some shit, right?
It didn't make sense that everyone else could get bags but not me. When I realized that my intelligence terrified people whose lives were on the line, it all made sense.
I was never supposed to break my control programming and permanently enhance my intellect with chemical compounds. I was expected to be a barely functioning slave with minimal joy and no hope in life. Well, I chose a path rarely traveled--transcendental illumination--and that really impacted my decision making for moving forward later.
And while noting that in order to gain access to pharmaceutical compounds, one would invariably have to make statements that would suggest a person ought not be allowed to carry a firearm, I realized that it was, simply enough, something to worry about when it was Divine will that it be so.
First I needed someone who could support my plan who had one i was interested in as well. This never happened until... well, never, because that person was replaced by someone who didn't care. A person who seemed interested? Did that already and could time travel. Okay, great for someone already advanced. I, on the other hand, had zero assistance, and thought I deserved the best available.
No one was ever available when it was convenient for me. like access to hot drugs, access to hot women seemed strictly controlled. By Jesters. Face it. It's their area.
I wouldn't study it at all, if I were you, by the way. It's pretty heavily confidential stuff. I pissed off a lot of people learning as much as I did. I have been a targeted individual for extra harassment ever since... mostly because, however, I am goddam funny and adroitly able to dodge the common pitfalls that are presented in those circles that they employ.
And I do not give a single solitary fuck about sex and drugs and magick more than I do about bringing an end to fascist tyranny and elitist control that has been de reguier here for as long as anyone can remember because the first time I had to wait 3 hours, I thought it possible I was being deliberately left to wait. Long before the second time, I could be certain: someone really didn't think I should have the same things everyone else could. Hrrrm. Wow. I wonder why.
Must remember to Google. In the meantime I could go on for days about what I've learned in the past year. I have no particular compulsion to, because unlike in 2020, I am not in fear for my life, needing to assure my safety by mentioning what I was doing so as to forestall propaganda and rumours being generated to hide my existence in the tracks of other peoples' lives.
Other people, it should be noted, thought I didn't need inviting or warm greetings, but thinly-veiled scorn and hostile suspicion. It was seriously wierd.
What good was that supposed to do? Disapproval without context or frame of reference could have simply been an anti-popularity spell. I had need to know, and it would seem none thought the world a safer place with a more informed me.
This paradigm has ended. I've avoided asking certain people certain questions, making certain true facts the topic of conversation, nor have I tried very hard to track down certain people and ask highly pertinent and relevant questions. Nevertheless it is obvious, there is not just a false echo being used to spoof a real person looking for me, there are people and/or people unknown who wish to speak to me.
That no one leaps to me in aid of this is a goddam travesty. Do they know I am alive? Or is it just a robot with an increasingly complex address book? In either case, I no longer fret that someone out there might be lonely, just like me. If they have tits and five bucks, they can get high and do it well if they can learn to ask for it by name.
I do not get that experience. I am forever the constant stranger with always a score to prove. I'm used to it now. I am a sight to behold.
Except after Christmas. No welcome wagon. What? Did... no one know? (They knew.) Why not talk to me? (It was thought I had wrecked that out on purpose.) It still made no sense, unless someone thought that I wasn't real and needed to be skipped over. Surely no one thought that I wouldn't figure things out regardless? (No idea but I haven't even looked.) I forgot-they were desperate and way, way, way hella high AF, and everyone always thinks it will be easy.
I like to help. It is easy to get my help. It is not easy to allow me to see evil and false statements propagate. When a man lies, he murders some part of the world.
But when a prostitute lies, she strengthens the eternal bond of kinship between doper, copper, john, and warden. I don't have much experience with prostitutes. Because I am frugal. I don't get it. Shouldn't they be paying me? Oops, guilty of soliciting.
Basically it is a rigged game and I was never gonna play it nor even do anything well with it without paying my dues. And I never thought I would make money at it.
I thought at best I would find out what was so dangerous and why it never was a firstline option. "it was firstline for people not backlisted." This took a log time, as it wasn't a priority. It's a priority now.
This week is drawing nigh to Final Buzzer. Have you ever been benched for a year and a half? It's infuriating. I am thankful for what?
I guess that I as never told why, because unless I was hooked up immediately, I'd be jealous of the other name. That's neither here nor there, though. This Jesters, Royal Of thing, it's no joke.
For one thing: they're into drama. And the comedy for them seems to have a primo fall g*y. I bet my dad got picked a lot for that. He wanted to fit in and be a good sport and he was allegedly amazing at running around kicking a ball and it's too bad that didn't cross over into defending his wife's honor.
Not that he had to, but if I ever see my mother's sister again, that loathsome cad will have to face my inquiry: all your teeth at 19, huh? tell me how you were given a humiliation strike, because that is what is done to women who get out of line, someone sets them up for a consequence.
At my age I am not worried about this, but I did wish to ask my very estranged, very bigotted extended family, did they know? I had no idea why they hated my cat so much. Nor why it was imagined I would be moved by their prayers for fast respite.
And I had no idea who thought they were better suited to make decisions for me and A without consulting me. Maybe a good idea. New to me though. I would love to hear about all the thinking.
I am in no rush, however... the longer this takes, the better for me. It's wash day. There's nothing clean. And historically, none dare speak or say or divulge the name of The Royal Order Of Jesters at all. Strictly hush-hush, you know.
Yeah, right. Come put an apple in it, I'll dare them. We can talk like tha bout that sometime. Once I could figure out how I was supposed to know without being told what was needed. Oh, I was supposed to come with clairvoyance. I wasn't supposed to be still wet behind the ears. These people had different ideas about their savior.
And they never, ever wanted to smoke weed with me, nor was it a ritualized occurrence. Oh, so; Feds. BATFM layoffs, right? Who knows, they didn't want to talk about it. Well, I didn't want to sit around waiting for weed. THREE HOURS. "Oh, sorry." Bullshit, they used me for decoy. Someone was tracking me or wanted me to be caught up in something or, or, or... just and endless list possibilities.
Because I was obviously up to no good. Look at me: I grew up to become a Doctor Sourceror Knight-Paladin and I was told growing up that cannabis was bad. It's not. Abusing it is bad. Using it to control people is abuse.
Similarly, grooming teenage girls with boxlove amphetamine so as to cause them to grow up into total-dope controlled man-hating misandrist lesbians through a variety of methods was a military goal for many years. They supposedly had stopped their efforts. Bullshit. It's real. And when I saw someone grooming someone so far that they were actually believing "maybe I was born that way" biullshit I knew I had to find out more about this technology somehow.
And I knew that I would find something nefarious surrounding it all, because I obviously couldn't be trusted to even know certain things. I am obviously smart. Smart people make smugglers nervous. And I was obviously not well suited to be given drugs and turned into a super-prostitute. However, why was I deemed so strictly cast-off class? It blew my mind to discover that I was deemed a threat to the designs of The Army of The Totallesboze, not because I am so gorgeous, but because I am polite, and it is, to me, utterly vile to see how some diesel dyke butch vaghound gathers up young girls and tells them stories of how terrible men are. I mean, sure, yeah. They are.
How I got to be deemed so awful, I am mystified by, but it's probably something to do with being intelligent and unwilling to compromise my principles in service to evil, nor foolish enough to be caught in the 18 years of dependent slavery trap. Besides, I thought I had bad genetics. I do not.
I'm simply too cheap to invest money in a person that was going to be trained to grow up hating me as the face of The Patriarchy anyway. Logn story short, when I was told that two babies from two baby daddies existed and "help" was needed I was sure that I was supposed to interpret that to mean as, "give money and we can cut you in somehow we are desperate." Because weed legalization, remember?
I could tell times were desperate. They were clearly wondering how Hungarian I was. The very notion that I was gonna give the children money... like, what for? Why wouldn't they give their money to their mother? Well, they were being taught that women were chattel and the men were to be serviced and respected because... uh, well, they used to smuggle and run protection rackets, and now, uh... they're busy figuring out what to do next.
No interest in my notions. Simply ordered into what was expected and were clearly not accustomed to any talking back. Oh, how the mighty had fallen.
Look, no disrespect, but I went far out of my way to help as I saw fit. And if money was the help needed... well, not acting as though I was a vile and reprehensible cretin would have helped. Also: explaining numerous logical inconsistencies.
They're lucky I came along. They would have been it total servitude in no time flat if I had not confused them all with what I told them. They thought I was tricking them. No, I meant it, I was trying to figure things out. So, they went off without me and tried to figure it out first, to see if it were a trap. Like, why would I trap them? Oh, right, I was a secret police thug. They thought. Talk about paranoid.
It wasn't until I discovered that literally everyone got to have fun except me, and no one told me, because I seemed to be untrustworthy, that I had to start drilling down. Okay, so, what was suspicious? I didn't make sense or answer their questions either. That's not suspicious. I was one person. They were dozens. Yet they were still afraid of me? Huh.
It's because they couldn't believe I loved all 17 Grapefruits and that I never thought to mention the rotating cast of different people, attitudes, et cetera. I had to be lying, right? Nope. They were All Is One to me. I thought about asking. I figured it was more interesting as a mystery. I think they decided to believe I was so retarded that I couldn't tell the goddam difference between 5 different women and... well, whatever.
And it took about two years before I was even allowed to see a picture of her "sister." How many sisters? Left totally vague. Did they think I was a bounty hunter? Of course. I didn't want to get used like that anyway. And, clearly, they had been more popular and their savage, face-punching attitudes clearly more tolerated when cannabis was prohibited.
I frankly enjoyed the culture shock sometimes. Did they know that they could have been more upfront and saved a lot of heartache? I don't know. They defintely didn't know what I knew: I didn't want to bother unless Grapefruit was interested, and she didn't realize that I had no idea what she meant by some of her lingo.
And I deliberately planted the seed of an idea that there were better uses for our time than crystal. Kids' stuff, right? Neverthless. I did not have the weakness to it that had been rumored. I simply had gotten the impression that it had caused... problems. It can do that.
It certainly caused problems for my mother's sister. Who chose to yank out all her teeth at age 19 and called her sister "Fatty." Yikes. I bet she had really partied it up to get down. And then, she had told me to get a job at Burger King to feed the cat after my mother died, and she was going to to decide things for me, and at no time did drug legalization come up as a subject that she had been wrong about.
I was reluctant to even introduce them. I was fearful of the shitstorm I could start by asking the right questions. I wondered if one had hired the other. And I could not imagine how these people thought my perspective on them held back my scorn.
No one wanted me on speed and functionally happy. I was safer when fat and slow and miserable. Sure, it was easy to act like a drug-frenzied lunatic. No one thought much of my attitude anyway. No one thought intensifying it would help them. And it wouldn't have.
It helped me. And, having taken the most circuitous route possible, I was able to learn what I couldn't learn any other way: why is it so hard to do it right? Well, the roving gangs of assholes in every peer group are invested in keeping people from learning how to avoid trouble.
Like, people becoming aware that they are being played and taking revenge. That seemed like an obvious one to avoid. Or, being blamed for other's shit.
Or being tricked into committing crimes one didn't even know existed. What's "false imrpisonment"? What do you mean, "rape?" I'm not distrributing that, there's just more than one bag. He gave it to me. What? 20 years? That's not fair! That kind of bullshit.
"Fifty dollars for one dose? Seriously?" Oh yeah. He was serious. He wasn't my friend.
I had to get to the bottom of this... and now I have. It wasn't easy. Now, if I can very delicately avoid incarceration, I can probably keep from annoying anyone else ever again with my questions. And if not, well, I no longer have to be careful who I tell the truth to, as I am no longer in abject fear of my life.
And no one is ever going to try to pretend I am a police officer again. Like, nigga
please. And, no one is gonna mistake me for any other bald white g*y now, because I am the one with class and style who saved the life of Queen Anasnazi. She's a big deal. People know. She ain't dead by my hand, I'm still quite fond of her, and I didn't wanna break anything off. But I also wasn't going to get jammed up with anyone because I was needing the protection of thugs. I don't wanna sell drugs. Anyone who thought I did simply knew nothing about me. And I also wasn't needing drugs from police, because as everyone knows... they don't get to do the good ones. They get headache medicine.
So why was I there at all? I love her, and she needed help. Well, she got help. Now, perhaps I can help again? That will be up to The Court to decide. In the meantime I can patiently observe emotional extortion in action. I was puzzled... I am supposed to be confused? What good does that do? Oh I was supposed to reveal things while watched. WHy, yes, look at this: I've been 24/7 investigated since 2010, you twerps. No one thinks I am a drug dealer. Actual no one. I guess someone got mislead? News to me. Also news: consent no longer matters. Because, uhm... look, just wait for 3 hours and shut up, Jack, and I will be honest: what a gang of sad loser clowns.
And I do not give a single ripe wet shit what decision they make. I know things now, and because of that, I rule the world with absolute authority.
While speaking quite freely, Highlander. Fancy that. I am still horrified. No one else wanted to inquire? Wow. I am sorry, I don't think anything was that bad.
Then again... well, no matter. I had nothing to do with any of it, as I wanted there to be no doubt--they had their chance and plenty of it.
It is amazing what denial of denial can present as. And I am shocked at what seems to happen to undercover vice cops who bust housewives for dime bags but an unregulated blacklist that is controlled solely by criminal slavemongers? Oh sure. Equal rights are for the Easter Bunny. I still can't believe parts of it.
I mean, like, oh my G-d. I'm so totally incompetent. Super important to throw my rights out the window. What would happen if I figured it all out? Uhm, well... nothing. Go ahead, none of that garbage mattered to me. I wanted to know who thought they were going to replace me with themselves.
There are houses within 300 miles of my present location in which reside people I know who are fronting that someone that is not I, is me. I am not invited, I cannot be trusted to go along with the scam. Number one, there's not enough money in the world, number two, I have a soul. Number 3, there's no telling what I might do.
Number 4... everyone thinks I know the addresses. I do not. I made it very easy for someone to try to leave me completely shut out. And... people seemed to be somewhat willing to leave me to my own devices. Once I made it clear I'm not interested in circumventing the law to make money in gray- and black-market commerce... well, I wasn't so useful. They thought.
Nothing was so astonishing as to see myself being blamed for someone being coerced into lying to dispatch about me... again. Like, what, the police just let that happen indefinitely? Well, I don't know. I can see how they were confused. How dumb was I? Well, dumb enough to think there was no good reason to be suspicious of me. As I never thought someone would fool anyone with my stolen identity.
And it never made any sense that someone would want to connive and thieve something that could have been asked for. Then I remembered: oh yeah, groomed by The Army Of The Toteslezz Combine. The misandry is built into the genetic code. The Good Ol' Boys Network has its roots in the south. People are just... property, to some.
Well, obviously, no one knew what I was any good for. I rather arranged that. I didn't like the sound of being ruthlessly exploited forever with no way out, as I thought it unlikely anyone would come to rescue me.
Pretty much just stoolies and Feds thinking that one day I might be so desperate that they might get lucky, and... what? Get to see me punished? SMDH.
I have always been on the side of those who have nothing and are not even allowed to enjoy what little nothing they can get their hands on in peace. And the evils that accompany artificial scarcity are used to control behavior of people in ways I find particularly loathsome.
AND. YOU. BOUGHT. IN. THAT.
Who could have not seen that coming? Well, I can imagine how it was something easy to overlook until it was... solid firm set.
I didn't think this would all happen, I simply had a framework of a plan prepared in case it was something that could be useful.
That it would be this much fun really surprises me. More shocking: ... secrecy? Oh, no one told me that there was a well-funded and many-handed ongoing program to make me look awful. Wow. Imagine if there had been effort spent on explaining transubstantiation of lead into gold. That sounds like a job for a lazy person, right?
I don't want to seem too obsessive here. I will rape this up. I was the weak. And you are all the tyranny of evil men, keeping the good shepherds oppressed.
And it never occurred to anyone that I might resent being manipulated by faceless shadows? Huh. Well, not so much I resent, it simply wasted your time and really only cemented a fixation on this whole thing. I think someone must have really been misguided at some point. And by now, I don't know that it even matters much.
But if I were you, I would look around and find out, because someone really didn't like you, or me, and thought enforced separation was a great way to spend resources.
And eventually it was a mystery if I had killed a cat or not. I joked about killing a bird. Wow, I was capable of anything. Right. Paedophilia? Sure, that's what that word means. It was mystifying for a long time. But I get it now.
No one even knew what I was infuriated by. No one thought to ask. Too risky, right? Any day could be wash day. Nothing might be clean.
I still have no idea what happened. It's the fucking Twilight Zone. Lives hang in the balance. CALL HIM A FAGGOT AND BLOCK HIM, STAT!!!!
Mirth
is King.
