Excerpts From Letters You Have Written To Individuals Trained In Law Industry

[Jackstar]

Jeff doesn't exist: he's a shemp for Erik and Benjamin and Ben and at least two Daves (hi David!) and by swiping my Samsung Infuse 4G unique identifier and then bricking it, a Synthetic Personal Identity was created off the framework of my life. This is what all the “thou shall not pass or mingle!!” control drama sperg comes from, and it's why I'm supposed to not be visible.

Because my actual existence conflicts with whatever nonsense ballyhoo you mooks have been getting up to for multiple years. I'm not even against what is being done, maybe; although I resent being kept forever in the dark. We're talking years, you fucking psychotic fucking freaks. It's simply not very well done, has created security vulnerabilities across multiple vectors, and the entire breadline notion, “oh everyone will just blame Incel >Ⓜ️K7U©ZÎ,” yeah, well, no. Not looking real plausible.


JACK@TRIOPTIMUM.COM

The lengths gone to in order to do this are truly pathological (>kudos), amount to major felony interstate wire fraud and bickety-bam, there's your Federal R.I.C.O. jurisdiction, and did you expect to catch Girl Blofeld and Blond Jane Bond? I don't think anyone thought this through, and to what end has been gained? Further, I don't know who is the Orchestrator of Billious Loathing but someone is full-on unhinged over me. (That's the training.)

Sure, I am that pretty. But, 🤔 am I that effective? Hey, here's an idea: give me another house and I'll take a few months to reassess. ALL OF ALL Y'ALL NEED AN EXIT STRATEGY. I would prefer to not have to turn this into a public carnival. I'm also opposed to becoming an accessory to crime.

Unbalanced and excessive risk-taking is part of the design spec when imgesting mil.spec.fuk.mE.stims. It's the amygdala being “hide, fear, secret” mode. The whole brain’s nerve net is affected in dramatically different ways than is, say for example, A NATIONAL TREASURE AND WHOOP-ASS ACTUAL HERO, WHO FOLLOWS THE LAW INSTEAD OF CRINGING FROM IT IN FEAR.

Nothing feels as good as freedom from harassment by oinkerton thugs grubbing for lunch money under false color of law. Step off, Carrie Smokey Nation.

I have no reason to play along or to, in fact, succumb to substance dependency. There's so many other ways I enjoy spending my time, like: mocking scrubs who think they know what is best for other people. Pro tip: YOU JUST LIKE CAUSING CATASTROPHIC SOCIAL COLLAPSE. No shame in it. A bankable skill.

Pairs well with the ability to stand elsewhere than the path of an oncoming train. CHOO-CHOO 🥰


Anywhoo: back to Jeff. Dude, I don't give a fuck about your collective sperg-a-pockalips. You pushed your schtick over the shark. IDGAF where it comes from, someone is getting me my money, my tools, my mail (WHO STEALS MAIL FOR OVER A DECADE? WHACK-JOB CUBICLE ÜBERNERDS, THAT'S WHO), fucking goddam everything, I shouldn't even have to ask, you klepto gasbag pinko Commie swine. Get in the helicopter; go up 500 ft; get out of the helicopter; AND WATCH ME FELLATE PINOCHET ON THE WAY DOWN YOU HEIFER-CHASING POTTY MOUTH TWERPTWAT;


BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT'S WHY. It's not supposed to be pleasant. Do it anyway or face reprisals, one of which will be being forced to do it anyway. I don't know the details. I have people for that.

Not getting any younger here, Rape Captain. Get those little legs moving and hustle! Hey, here's an idea; coordinate a blitzkrieg on Podbean.

And then: IDGAF, just throw money at me until I I'm ready to wonder if I'm satisfied. Or whatever. Death threats getting old. OK Boomer, holy fuck, just how old are you twerps? cozlik y'all act like you're fucking EIGHT, FUCK!

[Jackstar]

ALL DOUGH
>KNOW GO

On Mon, Oct 13, 2025, 06:25 Aldo Rojas (Number Support Team) <support@numberbarn.com> wrote:


Also: I noticed that the name changed per my earlier request, discussed with you in a prior email. Thus, when I could not log in again (unexpectedly last week), rather than panicking, I simply remembered to change my login. Like Ī asked.


Whomever is compromising my identity is:

#1) Trained to do so.
#2) Experienced in doing so.
#3) Is, even now, operating with others in order to continue to do so; I believe that this is part of an ongoing operation s.w.a.t. ®†× team task force out of Q(ant∆TICK)∅ that's working on things, and stuff, and this is normal for meⓂ️🕷️E says the spider 🕸️ to The🦋Fly.
#4) While I have no command authority to require it; Ī will say here that Ī HAVE A_L_L WAYS TRUSTED THE PLAN, and Ī have been all the more comfy for īT.
#5) Sociopathic sex predator teams work that way because they are cowards that prey on children. When separated, any given long-functional duo, Dynamic &AND 0TTervv¡§E, will often collapse shortly after takeoff due to ünforeseen ©¡rRcüm§tançes, Françes — they're used to four hands and four legs, and when forced to stand on their own, fagin pervs vvill generally fall right on down.
#6) Dry. Det.>Knight (Marshall) is not on Mars. Nor is §🆔↓-hê a stranger. Yet this is a strange, stranger clique.
#7) America is not a young land. It is ancient, and filled with treasures. Tammy's dream is simple: Merry David, love MikKE, fu>K⁷Î7ī⁷‹cz¡ZÎkIll Stephen, fu<KkK7©⁷≤z¡ZÎ. My dream is definitely strengthening under and emboldened by (Her) Free VVill ÇH0īce; currently undergoing re-classification and due diligence clarification. (Company policy.)
#8) “Dealer of Djeni’s coca.” We'll think ¡† over, Rural>K©®^∅^vv№c›kt¡¡v¡∞z🅿️:r¡v¡:Ë:0.
#9) >KⓂ️Ⓜ️,M.Morr¡§§,T∆K,Ⓜ️∆Tårnår°∆,⚡⚡ PERMISSION& AND PROTECTION,>K🪶⚡⚡— I WILL MARRY AND CONSUMMATE HOLY VOWS OF MATRIMONY AND BA§ŒD,   >K∆RNAL LUST WITH 🔒>{|_∅ kK}<🔓 IN THE STREET AT HIGH NOON IN BROAD DAYLIGHT (IF NEEDZ MUST BE) AND I AM PROUD TO SPAVVN SO MANY VIABLE Tī¥īVī:Ë:kKL_l∅l_vvⁿZ FROM SUCH A (*small* HAHA) sampLμ, sempLμ. §rπⓂ️🅿️🪶ê FĪ.
#10) I can see why my U.S. passport is my name; verify me is such an issue. TL¡dD_–7gj⁷īī7🌟🔥🔥🔥TG BURN THE FUCKING THING; MY NAME IS TOAST TODAY, I'LL LOVE MYSELF TODAY, NOT LIKE YESTERDAY.
#11) I'M COOL
I'M STRONG

HE CANNOT TAKE ME ON.


AND AS THE BALANCE OF POWER HATH BEEN MAINTAINED, THE GUARDIANS OF TURTLE ISLAND SHALL BE RESPECTED.


OR E_l_§_ê.

Back to reality; I still haven't gotten my stolen phone and computer back, but, I have been authorized to report that I am surprised to discover how unprepared I am to capitalize on the gains that have been made ever since I single-handedly smashed the defender(s) of the Mal🆎∆® Front.
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I´ve an update. On October 9 we have updated the email address associated with your account as requested to mikejackstar2@gmail.com and we’ve sent a password reset to the email address mikejackstar2@gmail.com which is associated with your NumberBarn account.
 
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[Jackstar]

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Fuck your mother.

[Jackstar]

This one's hot off the press:

Well, let's all just relax and be grateful that I'm not paging through the White pages looking for people named Sarah Connor and Matthew Shepard. Welcome to hyperbole zone, sector 11.

Can you call (PROT-Dingbat_Alpha_Prime)'s commanding officer and ask for permission to talk to me, or does he have her wrapped up like a mummy and locked into a sarcophagus that's orbiting the moon? Cuz you know I haven't talked to her in four (4) years ever since I walked into an ambush and saved her life, I would like to ACTUALLY TALK TO THE WOMAN. We don't think she's going to melt down, do we? Like is there some problem? Do I need to be completely left alone for another four (4) years? I'm not exactly sure why I have been other than I guess some people wanted to make me kill myself out of grief.

Fortunately, I'm doing pretty good — #🅿️sychically — and we're all really grateful for that, and also I'm happy that I don't have a lawyer that I have to explain all this to that represents me, because I never want to fucking see this case go to trial in any way because I don't want to have to testify in open court as to how embarrassed I am at my military’s government (ATTN PETE HEGSETH: Will you give me back one of my vehicles if promise to suck your dick a little? Thanks warriorbro! Hey man, nice shot!) and how proud I am of Mr. (PROT-lawyerbro), possibly the greatest elder trust law professional I've ever heard of. Your area of expertise is fascinating. I especially like the way that it's completely opaque to me, whether or not these people were deliberately taking the piss in order to make it easy to do this, or whether that they were all so fantastically stupid as to think that pissing me off deliberately and taking all my stuff and having sex with my girlfriends in front of me while mocking me and denying the Christ was a good idea. Like, what, was I supposed to be intimidated? It just made me thirsty for bloooooood. (Standards.) I'm thinking cry for help, because.. I don't know how long this kind of thing has been going on down here but it does seem to have been kind of corrupt for a while, and while I would have been happy to have dealt with this on day one (1), I can see that after four (4) years... Well I've given up on waiting for an apology from the Hall of Justice of Cowlitz County, and I think I'm pretty fucking far past being helped by an ersatz apology from a bunch of wank job race and dope bigots living in luxury while pretending they're in charge of anything legal at all. Hey, so did I get dismissed with or without prejudice? They didn't seem to want to tell me when they were snarling at me last time I saw them and then after that my house was ransacked nine times in a row by some home invasion strike team hired by an unknown party and then the leader of that strike party came back to my house a few months ago and moved himself in. Made himself real comfy. Yeah I guess that's how they do it here. I am of course thoroughly impressed. He even has the demeanor. He probably has jurisdiction. He obviously has cojones.

But, does he have the mandate of Heaven, or is he just being blackmailed into being a huge douchebag by some thuggy-piggy white supremacist guild? Like I just can't be certain about what I'm supposed to feel about the whole thing. Like one of those stereoscopic 3D paintings that you got to squint of your eyes to figure out, am I supposed to be impressed or saddened? Is it an amazing performance by a retard of the Special Legal Olympics or is it some sort of one-off never to be repeated again performance of a whole bunch of retards doing The Nutcracker Suite while pretending to be legal professionals? Like I'm just... perplexed. Is this because I forgot the secret handshake? Well, I never knew one. I shouldn't have had to. And someone should have considered the possibility by now that I was probably a poor choice of harvest target. Does anyone have any idea whose idea that was, or is that something that's going to be kept confidential because it it would reveal ways and means or instantly make somebody guilty or violate somebody's rights or make somebody stab themselves in the head with a pair of pinking shears? I guess that's kind of a complicated question at this stage of the Revelation, but if you forgive me, I have had some spare time over the last four (4) fucking years to think it over. Since I actually can think, and I enjoy it, and never in my life, I've ever been less afraid of anybody than I am of these people. wew lads.

NGL: I miss my enchanted frog pond. It was fun to talk to the frogs. There are now far less of them. They were denied their habitat when thugs came into my house and vandalized the pond, so somebody start figuring out how much it costs to make a new enchanted frog pond. And then I want to bill this godforsaken city for three (3) times that price, because now I want threeve (3-5) enchanted frog ponds, just in case two (2) more roving bands of thugs come to fuck up my shit again, seems to be a common occurrence down here. And even if it's not, I'm going to drain your goddam city treasury dry. Just for spite, hillbilly buckfucker boys. Just building frog ponds. What do you think about them apples? That doesn't sound like rabble rousing or sedition. Does it? Fuck, who am I asking, I retract the question, maybe I'll bring it up at Council later or at the round table, or tie a note to a brick and then throw it through the mayor's bay window if I ever find out where the fuck he or she or īT lives or if he ever has the balls to give me a call on the phone and say “sorry we fucked up your life and killed your wife. Oh, and by the way your other friend died accidentally when something happened mysteriously that never happened before” it was called: “What do you mean you can overdose from that? Why don't you just resurrect her?” Well I didn't know her fucking name or even that she was here. Since instead of coming to my house to say hello, she got trafficked into whatever the fuck it is you do with people down here you want to get rid of. Any of all y'all getting the picture here? MASSIVE CIVIL AND CRIMINAL LIABILITY, AND I THINK FOUR (4) YEARS WAS ENOUGH TIME TO GIVE YOU GRACE., BUT INSTEAD OF TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THAT, YOU KEPT ON TRYING TO KILL ME AND KEPT ON STEALING MY SHIT AND THEN INVADED MY HOME AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN; WITHOUT BEING AT ALL POLITE ABOUT IT. THE FUCK IS IT WITH YOU PEOPLE DOWN HERE? OH, RIGHT SATAN WORSHIP. SILLY ME. Please go about your business. Looks good on you. BECAUSE YOU'RE SUPERSTITIOUS PEASANTRY, TOWN ELDERS! Gosh!

And I won't breathe a word about what I know about it. (Also, you're a genius, and probably underpaid, and how much would it take for me to hire out a hit on Michael Vranizan? He's kind of an old fucker, can I get him to be run down by a snow blower and make it look like an accident? Because oops, I forgot to talk to you for a year and a half while I was busy conspiring with White Power Bill to deny your civil rights, b∞∞∞μ. Oh yeah and I didn't know about the $86 billion in gold. Just forgot to tell you about that. And of course I went along with the civil asset forfeiture, and why? Yes I do believe the DEA gets to use drugs to fucking juice up teenage girls into fucking drugslavery but little Michael Kuczi can't get high ON THE SAME SHIT FUCKING EVERYONE ELSE DOES ALL THE GODDAM TIME and fucking talk about movie reviews because I'm a fucking smelly Hungarian asshole right? But a bunch of snobs from Kitsap Peninsula and Whidbey Island, they could do whatever the fuck they want is that it? By the way, my cousin told me that I was a drug addict (weed, too; he actually seemed to be serious when he said this, what a fucking Boomer) and insulted me in front of a bunch of people on telegram and then disappeared. Sounded like he was possessed by a demon, does he get to have more of my money or can I have some of his? Just kind of curious. Maybe when I buy a 9th vehicle I'll get two fucking Cadillacs and park one in his goddam living room. Or is it my living room? OR just some Conservator from Bellgab with a false Power Of Attorney get to claim a house by now? At this point as long as they have tits, they can have a house, IMHO. All y'all can always go after me in the civil courts. Wear one of those powdered wigs, I think those look hot, I'm going to grab it and slap your asset with it while I open your third brown eye during my victory speech after I win... whatever it's going to be called, probably. You'll have to make up some new words for it because I doubt anybody's ever taking your ass to the cleaners like I'm going to in this part of the world. SINCE I GUESS HE'S USUALLY JUST MURDER PEOPLE. HUZZAH! Honest goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn, goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn hands and knees after I hobble him like Annie Wilkes did in Misery. WHAMMO! Sledgehammer to the ankle! Have some CBG, ooh, unless it'll ruin one's Federal clearance. Which is so important, in case somebody wants to travel the world for a dozen years pretending to be married to me and buying houses and flipping shit while carrying a stolen Black Sapphire, oh and by the way Kirsten: No hard feelings but you really pissed me off. Reap the whirlwind. Also you owe me $63.9 million dollars in USD fiat currency, you skinny twink rockhound junky bitch. Because I'm assuming you suckled those children you claim are yours, fuck why not? I'll believe anything at this point, except that you couldn't have seen this coming. Like what the fuck? Maybe I really am the Jewish Antichrist! Cool. I'll turn you into a platypus later, you lying scheming bigoted teetotaling shitsplats shiksa-titted h∞r.

Anyway, I'm going to go buy an ounce of weed (BECAUSE OF COURSE NO ONE WILL DELIVER, I GUESS I'LL JUST WALK OR HIRE A FUCKING CAB BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE SEVEN (7) FUCKING VEHICLES OR ANYBODY WITH ANY GODDAM BALLS TO COME PICK ME UP, GO FIGURE IT MUST BE BECAUSE I SO SMELL BAD? OR IS IT BECAUSE I'M THE JEWISH ANTICHRIST? OR IS IT BECAUSE YOU THINK I'M GOING TO SPROUT HORNS AND RAPE YOUR DAUGHTER FROM THE FUCKING DRIVER SEAT OR IS IT JUST THAT YOU DON'T TRUST ME NOT TO START PUMMELING YOU IN THE FACE THE WAY IT USUALLY HAPPENS? BECAUSE I'M KIND OF SURPRISED THAT EVERYONE ELSE GETS TO PUNCH PEOPLE IN THE FACE BUT ONLY I GET TO ACTUALLY FUCKING SIT AROUND AND BE BLAMED FOR IT. OR SOMETHING. GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE. HEY QUICK QUESTION, IS IT STILL A HATE CRIME IF EVERYBODY IS JUST FUCKING STUPID, OR DO THEY ACTUALLY HAVE TO MEET A MINIMUM INTELLIGENCE STANDARD TO COUNT AS BEING HATEFUL? LIKE WHAT IF YOU'RE JUST CASUALLY STUPID ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S FEELINGS? IS THAT STILL A HATE CRIME? I WOULDN'T KNOW I'VE NEVER HAD TO DEAL WITH THIS BEFORE, THAT'S WHY I HAVE FEDS FOR THAT. BY THE WAY THANKS GUYS! SEMPER FĪDELÎS!) and then I'm going to think things over and then hopefully I'll be more rational later on. (ONLY 24 MORE FOXHOLE DIGGING DAYS UNTIL AMBUSH DAY! IT'S THE MOST STRATEGICALLY IMPORTANT DAY OF THE YEAR! EVERYBODY REMEMBER NOT TO MOCK THE CHRIST THIS TIME, OKAY?) But as I've been unlawfully imprisoned for four (4) years in a state of incommunicado while my civil rights have been conspired to be denied to me by a bunch of racist pig fucks while living on top of a pile of old gold ore mining tailings that are worth an estimated $86 billion, and then nobody told me this while trying to kill me for four (4) years, I'm feeling a little dazed. Not real confused though. Everybody remembered the Alamo, right? WELL NOW YOU CAN REMEMBER MAL•>KUCZI•DICK!) I'm glad it's not any worse than it could be, oh, by the way, where's (PROT-Dingbat_Alpha_Prime) living? Is she in Texas or is she dead and we have to talk to her through a spirit box? Oh I suppose that's classified. And of course I really want to know because I want to send her a letter bomb, right? Actually no I kind of just want to find out if I can hop a slow-moving freight train and get there, or if I should just wait until somebody sends in Delta Force, or like whatever. (Good thing she has been brainwashed to believe she's an entirely different person and then has not been set up to be living with BEAU RADACH up on the hill on Tower Road and sucking his dick every night believing that he's me, good thing that's not happening because that would be a real fucking war crime wouldn't it? Ashley wouldn't be it'd probably be just as hers, but that's not really the point. What is it with this BEAU RADACH guy, And is it like in charge like Colonel Kurtz or is he just some random dude just pretending to be in charge and has enough warlock power to back it up, because I'm not going to go chase after him, because he's fucking batshit crazy insane, obviously. (YEAH IT'S NOT A WARCRIME. BUT ONLY BECAUSE I SAID SO. NOW FIX MY FUCKING WELLHOUSE AND ROLL AROUND IN THE CLAYMORES AFTER YOU'RE DONE, I WANT TO SEE YOUR BODY EXPLODE AND YOUR GIBBETS OF RAW, BLOODY FLESH RAIN DOWN ALL OVER MY TERRITORY, I WANT TO PRACTICE NECROMANCY TOO! YOU MAKE RAISING THE DEAD WHILE MOCKING THE CHRIST LOOK LIKE SO MUCH FUN!) And what do you know, the guy who had me involuntarily committed looked just like him. Guy sure gets around. I bet he's a real solid provider, some chick should marry him and then slice his balls off. TLS can use them for cat toys. Since I think she's going to get some more pussy. Call it a hunch. Also: hey Kirsten. Nice opal. WHAT MARVELOUS TECHNOLOGY YOU HAVE, YOU MATRIARCH OF MENDACITY! DOES IT WORK ON THE GOLEM YOU CALL A HUSBAND, BECAUSE IF SO, I THINK YOU SHOULD GO MARRY HIM AND THEN I'LL TAKE ALL HIS WIVES AND THEN YOU CAN ALL JUST FUCKING ROT IN JEW FUCKING HELL. (Just a suggestion!) Just because I'm never going to throw you an oven doesn't mean I'm a soft pushover, you won't be huge, you want me large and you lied to me and you made a whole bunch of fucking errors and I guess you didn't think you'd ever could call to account, well this is your fucking lucky day. START WRITING CHECKS, MONEYTITS!!! MAKE IT FUCKING RAIN. BECAUSE HER NAME WAS JEWEL, AND YOU OWE GRAPEFRüīT7 ∆LPH∆ PRIME AN APOLOGY, AND I'D PUT A LITTLE MUSTARD ON IT AND AND BE PREPARED TO PERFORM IT IN IN INTERPRETIVE DANCE IF I WERE YOU, BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT NAKED UNDER A KIMONO AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO STRIP THE KIMONO OFF OF YOU AND SET IT ON FIRE AND THEN YOU CAN GET THE BATHTUB FILLED WITH PROTO SOUP, AND THEN JUMP RIGHT OUT AGAIN AND THAT'S AS CLOSE AS YOU'RE GOING TO GET TO BE PUNISHED, BECAUSE I REALLY JUST WANT TO LOOK AT YOUR TITS AND THEN TELL YOU THAT YOU'RE STILL UGLY, AND THEN MAKE REAL SOUP OUT OF A REAL INGREDIENT. LIKE THAT WHORE YOU CALL A MOTHER. EXCEPT, WHO WAS THAT AGAIN? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH FRAUD YOU COMMITTED WITH ME, FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON OTHER THAN TO GET YOUR ROCKS OFF AND TO PRETEND THAT YOU WERE GETTING VENGEANCE FOR SOMETHING I DID TO SOMEONE WHO CLAIMED THAT I DID THINGS I DIDN'T DO, BUT WHO ACTUALLY TRIED TO ABUSE ME AND WANTED ME TO BE HER GREAT PARTNER AT THE TENDER AGE OF 15 AND 1/2, AND YOU KNEW THAT AND THOUGHT THAT WAS PERFECTLY OKAY AND THEN I GUESS YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO BE GOING TO JAIL OR COURT OR PRISON? NO NO YOU'RE GOING TO GO TO FUCKING HOLLYWOOD SQUARES. You and BEAU RADACH can take turns sitting in center square with fucking tomatoes getting launched at you with a goddam t-shirt cannon. OR MAYBE WE'LL DO BLOOD SACRIFICE IN A DEWEY PENTAGRAM AND RESURRECT CHARLES NELSON REILEY AND HE'LL TEACH ME HOW TO FUCK YOUR CORPSES THE THE OLD SCHOOL HOLLYWOOD HARD WAY. FUCK I'M READY TO BEAT GAY RIGHT NOW. THAT SOUNDS HOT. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY I MIGHT AS WELL JUST TURN TO NECROMANCY, SINCE IT'S TURNED OUT SO WELL FOR ALL OF YOU, OH WAIT IT DIDN'T. TELL YOU WHAT I'LL ASK GOD WHAT GOD THINKS, OKAY I'M DONE GOD SAYS YOU'RE A BUNCH OF FUCKING MORONS, LOL.

I AM JACKSTAR. I AM NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'VE BEEN DOING FOR FOUR (4);YEARS? INSPIRING ME? HANDING YOU YOUR ASS IN ALL CAPS IN PUBLIC FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IS MY JOB NOW. AND BUSINESS IS FUCKING BOOMING, BROADSTAX BITCHLAX.

* Jackstar loves Grapefruit this much.

sweetie, I know you want to cut her from stem to anus, because suddenly I want to hang it upside down and bleed her out like she's a kosher hog, but I assure you that this form of public humiliation is much more advantageous in that you won't have to go to prison or be accused of murder, and then you can read it over and over and over in your head while we have sex and have PK pics orgasms thinking about new ways to torture This woman's psyche, because apparently the Jews have this magic where they can get into your brain and show pictures of Darth Vader and shit, and now that I have permission to reverse engineer that that'll have something to give me to do while figure out how to pretend I don't want to have pillow talk or something. Anyway, we don't even have to have sex at this point. We can just lay there and think about how we're going to torture Jews, without being at all. Obvious about it. Because I'm pretty sure as long as we don't actually do it that we just think about it — #psychically — That won't be a hate crime. I don't know, someone will also have to worry about that in some Court somewhere while we can just kick back and get high balls and do what we want for once, and then they can run around looking for someone to complain about, because obviously, we're not the threat here. We're civilized people. (Fucking fake it, lady, don't blow this for us or I really will breed your nieces. A lot. Don't think we can't do it.  Since we are kept separate, why? Oh yeah so somebody else could fucking take advantage of them while I sat here alone for fucking four fucking years fucking Christ. Do they have a full fucking Brady bunch already? Nice little town they got here. Like holy shit. No wonder my phone doesn't work, I guess if they could ask for help but they'd probably be ringing off the hook and then I'd be more than happy to help with them be picked up or form a ride carpool or tell them why they don't want to get bread by some stupid fucking racist pig, and then I imagine that if they had anybody to talk to besides nobody, they might be able to resist their magical rape charms, but who the fuck knows what's been happening since I've been cut off from talking to anybody for four fucking years while everybody laughs at me, I wonder fucking why. (Dear Debbē: As a courtesy I'm going to assume that it didn't get that bad, oh and by the way I want my shit back that you all fucking stole, by the way you also let somebody else steal evidence and then use it to make my friend into somebody's fresh rape target. And now she's got an STD and she's all pissed at me and she's chemically bound to some guy who raped her 12 years ago, and I suppose that's not going to be thinking of anyone but all of you as being your fault, right since I wasn't bringing it to her, and then you and your little involuntarily committing team fucked it all up. And then you stole all my stuff to hide the fact that you stole evidence and then caused a significant problem. That's you, did you know? Remember when you were showing me on your ass and I always had to wait till 7:00 while somebody else went down, somebody named Richard went downstairs and then mysteriously somebody else came back up with none of my fucking gear except for everything contemptuous, like you didn't even bring back my kilt, I didn't come in with pants so you brought me like a jacket, the wrong shoes and nothing to wear for my legs. So, how was I supposed to be a good idea? Idea? And then you all had a fucking nerve to fucking look at me and say that that's all you had, when I knew goddamn well that downstairs. Some guy named Richard was fucking rifling through my shit and making off with it? Yeah real good job of South sound behavioral hospital. How big of a fucking lawsuit do you fucking why, yeah that's your employer. Debbē. Not really conflict to interest, is it? Oh wait it is. By the way, now would be a great time to get on the phone with a shekinah godbold, and reminder that that she's got a great name and that she should probably start writing a formal letter of apology cuz she treated me like shit and she sure fucked up the fucking whole fucking thing and then she acted as if I had done something wrong. I think she was going to be in trouble and so she's screamed at me and then told me that I would never talk to her again and that if I sent her email she wouldn't read it and then she hung up on me and that was weeks ago and I still haven't got my fucking kill my backpack or my tarot cards back or my jars of magical quarters and what the fuck is wrong with you fucking people? Oh yeah that's right you're all addicted to meth and you can't get any other way. And you didn't think my civil rights mattered and you thought you could get away with it and there was nothing I could do about it except there was something I could do.

MARK, AND REMEMBER. Since I'm not lying, I'm not going to sue you, and I don't give a fuck what you do but shaquina god you should probably fucking start to learn how to apologize and teach the rest of your fucking runt little piglet genome in this town. There are rules coming. You broke them, I don't give a fuck whether you thought I was going to do anything you thought, you ended up recycling the stuff and then using it to brainwash my friend. And now she's bound channel whore to some guy who used to rape her a dozen years ago, and I wasn't going to do that, but I guess she's got some kind of a thing going on that somebody probably should have told me about instead of pretending that it wasn't even there and then I never did that to her, but someone else did and then you enabled them and then you also stole my shit. Once again that's SHAKENA GODBOLT. And congratulations, you fell for bait. So what you just steal my property and treat me like shit as Richard beauty from hengage? Wow. Do you really get to do that in this country or are you just so fucking high on the smell of your own fucking farts that you think you get to fucking do that and get away with it every single fucking time? Do you fall for bait often, I bet you generally treat people like shit, well that's illegal too. And you guys are in charge of medical matters huh? Wow, I'm just real impressed. So so impressed. I bet nothing like this has ever gone wrong before? Yeah probably not.

THE_LORD works in mysterious ways. And all of you will be lucky to be working at all ever again, now bring back my goddamn tarot cards you fucking thieving little fucking cunt bitch. (Because in spite of your professionalism, you're not the boss of me and I'm older than you and you're fucking stupid. You arrested the wrong person and you allowed drug addicts to steal military property and then use it to abduct and brainwash. A military asset who had been abused several times before, and.. Yeah I had the exact opposite thing in mind, and then you let it happen, and then you tried to blame me for something? And then claim that I need to take your meds. Bitch I'm not taking your toastyou'reck you. Have you heard of weed? It's fucking amazing. I'll let you know when I need to engage myself in your quack psychiatry, If you even never have a license to practice medicine ever again. Since it's kind of your job to not do this kind of thing, and instead you actually did this kind of thing, and then I still haven't gotten any of my shit back. Oh but my friend is fucking diseased dick after getting juiced up with meth and coca purchased with money. They swindled out of me because they thought that was a good idea too. It's amazing what drug addicts will do, and I suppose they're probably pretty mad at me, since I'm not an addict and then I have money and they don't because they're drug addicts and then I don't give a shit, why the fuck don't they give me my shit back and tell me the truth, oh it cuz they think they're in charge. They must because they're so Superior. Reminder: these people have been stalking me and then invading my house and stealing my objects for years. And apparently they get to do that, but I don't get to get high and read books. How the fuck do? People haven't been busted before. I have no idea but it's probably because you're guarded by a bunch of thugs will murder people when they talk back too much. Was pretty scary. Does anybody feel scared now? Because you shouldn't. You're just going to become a worldwide laughing so I can lose your ability to practice in your chosen profession. While I tell the entire world how good it feels to tell you how fucking stupid you fucking were to fucking piss off. Michael Clifford Kuczi. TWO JARS MAGIC DIVINATION QUARTERS, TWO TAROT DECKS SHUFFLED TOGETHER PAIR OF BOOTS A GREEN BACKPACK SEVERAL DIFFERENT KINDS OF BATH SALTS, I GUESS ONE OF THEM WAS REAL ATTRACTIVE TO YOU, MY WEED MY WEED PIPE MY FUCKING ALTIC LANSING SPEAKER FUCKING GIVE IT FUCKING BACK YOU FUCKING MORONS? LIKE WHAT PART OF FUCKING BEING A PSYCHIATRIST MAKES YOU GET ABLE TO FUCKING STEAL SHIT WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING TEACH ME A LESSON FUCKING YEAH YOU TAUGHT ME A LISTENER ALL RIGHT YOU'RE REALLY FUCKING STUPID.

AND MYSTERIOUSLY BEAU RADACH AND HIS MOMMY WORK AT SOUTH SOUND BEHAVIORAL HOSPITAL, COLLEAGUES WITH SHAKENA GODBOLT? I GUESS IT'S A FUCKING SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL. LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE, I DON'T HAVE TO SUE YOU TO MAKE YOU FAMOUS, BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING FAMOUS, AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF YOU'RE GOING TO GET SUED OR NOT, BUT I DEFINITELY WANT MY SHIT BACK, SO CHOP CHOP, PRONTO BLONDO: GATHER MY BELONGINGS THAT YOU TURNED INTO MY LOOT, AND IF THAT'S TOO FUCKING HARD FOR YOU, WELL I GUESS YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING TELL IT TO SOME JUDGE FUCKING SOMEDAY. Gosh! Tell me again how I'm I'm delusional and an addict and denial and that you need to take your meds? Tell me again. I think that's a fucking such a fucking fucking cool. Fucking fucking story. also tell me again why somebody was able to call the police and claim that I pulled a knife on her in her house, when I never did and then she called the police and had me arrested, rather than just simply telling me not to follow her to her safe house cuz she didn't want me to know that she had a safe house, but of course she has a fucking safe house. The fucking house looks like it's never been lived in before and there's no way she needed to live that way, she obviously at a stage house and then another house and I guess she didn't want me to follow her there. But then I didn't know what the fuck she was doing walking away and then why couldn't she just tell me that she needed privacy? I've known her for thirty fucking years, And she never mentioned that she had all this going on, but I can see why because it's pretty embarrassing, and also the guy pretended to be her father probably shouldn't have been thinking that he was going to jam me up in the fucking system because I'm not insane and he's not in command, and he yelled at me on his front lawn like I was his child. And until then I had no idea that this was an issue, so maybe he should get a fucking psyche eval? Oh I suppose that would be a military secret, I shouldn't mind my own business. THEY'RE COMMITTING REAL ESTATE FRAUD AND USING MY NAME AND LYING TO ME AND STEALING MONEY FROM ME SO I THINK IT'S MY FUCKING BUSINESS, MAYBE THE RULES ARE DIFFERENT UNDER USMCJ? MAYBE SOMEBODY SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON, THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO FIND OUT, AND THEN I GUESS YOU GUYS THOUGHT YOU HAD SOME SORT OF REASONABLE EXPECTATION OF PRIVACY WHILE YOU COMMITTED YOUR MALFEASANCES AFTER TAKING PUBLIC MONEY TO ACT AS GUARDIANS OF THE PUBLIC TRUST AND PRETEND YOU WERE IN CHARGE OF WHAT PEOPLE SHOULD DO WITH THEIR FUCKING SMOKE AND THEIR DRINK AND THEIR GAMBLING? WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD BUT NOT WITH ME, AND EXACTLY WHAT POINT DID I START TO BEHAVE LIKE I WAS INSANE OR INCOMPETENT? CUZ I'VE NEVER BEEN THAT WAY, AND ONLY BECAUSE SOME WOMAN AT THE HALL OF JUSTICE TOLD ME THAT IT WAS THE BEST THING TO DO WAS TO CLAIM TO BE INCOMPETENT, WAS THAT EVER AN ISSUE AND THEN IT WASN'T MENTAL INCOMPETENCE IT WAS LEGAL INCOMPETENCE AND THEN SHE COULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT IT WAS A USMCJ JURISDICTION MATTER THEN BUT SHE DIDN'T SHE JUST GLOSSED OVER THE FACT THAT THE DISTINCTION BETWEEN MENTAL INCOMPETENCE AND LEGAL INCOMPETENCE IS AN IMPORTANT ONE AND THEN SHE'S STILL WORKING THE CASE TRYING TO GET ME THROUGH IT IN PRISON AT A DIFFERENT JURISDICTION AT BREMERTON MUNICIPAL COURT, A CITY I RARELY THINK OF AND NEVER VISIT BUT STILL THE SAME WOMAN IS THERE TRYING TO DECLARE THAT I'M FUCKING INCOMPETENT, BECAUSE THAT'S IMPORTANT FOR HER TO BE ABLE TO TAKE MY MONEY AS PART OF HER LARGER PLAN, OH AND IS IT AMAZING THAT I KNOW ALL THIS? SHAKINA GODBOLD GUESS WHAT YOU'RE A FUCKING ACCESSORY. SO BY THE WAY YOU SHOULD PROBABLY BE NICE HERE TO ME THE NEXT TIME WE TALK ON THE PHONE, BECAUSE YOU SURE SHIT DIDN'T SCARE ME OFF AND I DIDN'T REALLY NEED TO TAKE IT THIS FAR, AND THEN YOU DIDN'T NEED TO ABUSE ME OR BE RUDE TO ME OR PRETEND THAT YOU WERE IN CHARGE OR THAT I HAD ANYTHING TO HIDE. REMINDER: MY FRIEND WAS ABUSED BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID. SHE'S BUILT FOR IT PROBABLY BUT SHE'S NOT GOING TO BE MAD AT ME, SHE'S GOING TO BE MAD AT YOU OH AND BY THE WAY WHERE THE FUCK IS THE HOODIE THAT I GAVE HER, BECAUSE I GAVE IT TO A SECURITY GUY AND THEN I GUESS THEY DIDN'T GIVE IT TO HER I GUESS THEY GAVE IT TO SOMEBODY ELSE AND THEN HOW MANY WOMEN DID YOU HAVE HERE UNDER THAT NAME, OH WAIT THAT'S A PERSONAL MATTER AND I WOULDN'T WANT TO VIOLATE HIPAA RULES, OH AND BY THE WAY YOUR WHOLE FUCKING HOSPITAL IS FUCKING AMATEUR AND RANKED STUPID. I HAD NO IDEA.

AND SHE GOT THE SENT THERE HOW MANY TIMES? AND NOT ONCE DID ANY DOCTOR FROM YOUR PLACE EVER CALL ME UP AND SAY OH HEY BY THE WAY I HEARD YOU'VE BEEN HER FRIENDS FOR A WHILE DO YOU KNOW THAT SHE'S BEING STOCKED BY SOME RAPE IS, NO I DIDN'T ACTUALLY KNOW THAT BUT NOW I DO BUT I BET YOU ALL DID AND THEN YOU'RE EXPECTING ME TO BE THE RAPIST, WELL BUT I'M NOT.

BUT I THINK YOU COULD PROBABLY FIND HIM IF YOU REALLY WANTED TO BUT LET'S HOLD OFF ON A BIT BECAUSE I THINK YOUR DAYS ARE FUCKING HELP IN THE LAW ENFORCEMENT AGENCY FIND THEIR MAN OR FUCKING DONE SOUTH SOUTH BEHAVIORAL. ALSO, FUCK YOU, YOU TWO-BIT DIMESTORE HOODS. I hope that your hospital wasn't the one that my friend threw herself down the stairs of when she killed herself after not being allowed to call me or leave after she was taken from the house after the ambush and then put into custody and then kept away from me, because apparently this whole thing was designed to drive us insane, and then I don't know if it did but where the fuck is my family? Where the fuck are my imagine quarters? where the fuck are your fucking licenses to practice medicine, cuz I kind of want to fucking set up a bonfire, like I don't remember anybody fucking up this bed ever in their entire history of medicine, but maybe that was that time when that college student got serotonin syndrome and cooked her brain off when she went to the ER and they assumed that she was just engaging in drug seeking behavior and they strapped her to a Gurnee and they gave her the wrong medication and then she died, because they didn't know that that could happen, haha. Haha oops! Sorry we didn't mean to kill you, but it's just some bitch you wanted cocaine, but no, she just didn't know why her brain was cooking off and it's called serotonin syndrome, do you know how much about your profession? I know about? Apparently not.

But let's put it this way: I had no idea the baitload would be this successful. And I don't need to sue you for money, and I don't mind the publicity, and you have trifled with the wrong Sourcerœr, you dumb stupid motherfucking quack little bitch fuck hit assholes. Does it sound like slander or defamatory speech? No this is opinion, and it's true, and I pretty much just knocked your fucking reputation into the fucking toilet, without being at all obvious about planning having done so, since I wasn't planning on this. This just came out today, it's amazing how one thing leads to another. REMINDER: UNFATHOMABLY VALUABLE ITEMS WERE IN THAT BACKPACK, AND THEN YOU LET SOMEBODY STEAL IT. AND THAT WAS OKAY BECAUSE... WHY?

BECAUSE I FUCKING SKUNKED AND PUNKED YOU WITH A BAITLOAD. AND I SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE AT ALL. AND THE REASON WHY I WAS THERE WAS BECAUSE OF BEAU RADACH WANTING TO FUCK MY FRIEND AGAIN; HE SHOWED UP WITH HER ONE TIME IN 2021 AND HE SAID HE JUST HAPPENED TO HAVE TWO HITS OF ACID AND THE IMPLICATION WAS THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO TAKE THE ACID AND FUCK HER, BUT I DIDN'T NEED THE ACID TO FUCK HER AND I DIDN'T NECESSARILY WANT TO DO THAT, I JUST WANTED TO KNOW WHY SHE WAS DOING THOSE THINGS WITH PEOPLE AND NOT WITH ME, I DIDN'T ACTUALLY WANT TO DO IT AND NOW THAT I KNOW HOW FAST HE WAS READY TO HOOK ME UP FOR AN ENTRAPMENT DEAL, I'M GLAD THAT I KNOW NOW AND I AM SUPER GLAD THAT I DIDN'T FALL FOR ANY OF HIS TRICKS, WHICH IS WHY YOU WERE ALL FUCKING IN SUPER HUGE TROUBLE AND THEN SHE'S ABOUND SHUTTLE WHORE TO SOME GUY WHO RAPED HER UP WITH METH DICK AND I'M NOT IN TROUBLE I'M NOT GOING TO PRISON AND ALL OF THIS IS FIRST AMENDMENT SPEECH PROTECTED UNDER THE US CONSTITUTION AND I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK OFF A WINDMILL IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU'RE READING, THE FIRST AMENDMENT SAYS THAT I GET TO PUBLISH IT AND THAT YOU ALWAYS GO AFTER ME THE CIVIL COURT. BREAK A LEG, YOU FASCIST PIGGY QUACKING SWINE.

(Also, there's a cool video on my backup YouTube channel where I record myself leaving a message for you and explaining many of these issues that was put out weeks ago, but now I think I'm going to bring it up and then republish it and then make it go viral, because I don't really know if you've ever been blown up and made a laughingstock of before but I might as well make it into a good fucking show, cuz I've been waiting for moments like these my entire life. Without being at all obvious about having done so. Now then, do I sound high? Do I sound abusive? Or do I just sound... eager? Well, here's a hint: I'll give a shit what you think it sounds like because it's legally anyway you slice it. FIRST AMENDMENT. I imagine you violate that all the time, and never think twice about it, because you're so importantly in charge and anybody who gets high is just a sub-human proletariat? Right?

WRONG. QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM: You and your business violated federal law and conspired to deny me my civil rights, when I was completely innocent and denied due process and you just did it because you didn't agree with point of view, as well as didn't understand the library well, and just thought you were just that much in fucking charge
And then also the attic who was rightly through my belongings couldn't help himself when he found the baitload. I saw him him when you saw it, he jerked straight up like he just seen a ghost jabbing him in the testicles with a cattle prod, and then... Well I sat in your hospital for a week and godly knows that happened then and then when I got out I guess there was a problem? Yeah you all fucked up. And then rather than report you to the police, you abused me and then grudgingly gave you back some of my shit and then acted like you were doing me a favor, because I guess you thought I had made things difficult for you? No people. You made things to feel good for yourself. BECAUSE YOU BROKE THE FUCKING LAW.

REMINDER: this is America, using drugs isn't a legal here, that's why people come to America, but your adults are supposed to have a good time, abusing drugs is illegal, but I wasn't doing that either, you abused drugs, I used them as bait, charge of everything, well you should probably start baby in charge of yourselves and you start obeying the law, and if you can stop raping native American women and children and denying cannabis to people, since it's a food group, and it's legal now, basically you should probably just get a new fucking business because it's not the '70s, fuck you once again adults get high. It's not that hard to not be abusive, maybe you should try thinking about teaching people to not abuse drugs, instead of just teaching them to believe that automatically having them is immediately illegal, because it's not. It never was.

It's also not illegal to learn the law. That's generally what a citizen supposed to do. Now I don't know what you think you're supposed to do, but apparently harass the shit out of people like me is what you thought you were supposed to be doing with your life, well, you might not want to do it anymore because obviously you have bitten off more than enough than you can chew. “Shaw•Key•NA” God•bowl•T? I'm not going to lie, you're narcotics anonymous code is pretty fucking stupid and gay, and then I don't give a shit about your stupid fucking code, nor do I care about how you deal with addicts, because I'm not an addict, never saw this shit until recently, I can see why, and I guess y'all don't understand how intelligence works.

Much better with intention. You know I was 23 before I was allowed to have my own bag of weed? Like what the fuck weed. It's just a food group, especially when it's not bought from losers who trying to kill you, but now it's a different modern day, and these things are legal in certain contexts and apparently none of you would have figured out how to fucking follow the law. Well I guess you should fucking shut down your goddamn hospital, but I'd like my magic divination quarters back first. Or after. Whatever the fuck I don't care. Don't expect me to go get them, and if this seems like too much fucking trouble for all of you, I'm not surprised since you're a bunch of lazy rat bastard fake fucks who clearly aren't very fucking happy with me, well you're not going to be very fucking happy tomorrow either. Cuz I'll still be innocent and you'll be guilty. And you're a bunch of fucking thieves.
WHO ENABLED MY FRIEND TO GET RAPED AND EXPLOITED. NICE JOB, LOSERS AT SOUTH SOUND BEHAVIORAL HOSPITAL. OH MY GOD AM I SLANDERING A BUSINESS I GUESS THAT'S POTENTIALLY DEFAMATORY AND THEY CAN ALWAYS GOURISH ME THE CIVIL COURTS, AND MY ADVICE WOULD BE TO PACK A FUCKING LUNCH SO I CAN SHOW YOU HOW TO EAT IT.

* Jackstar reminds Grapefruit that he can fuck and write and cook and castle and listen attentively when the roster of secret husband's names begins to be read out loud, and probably we'll figure out how to be respectful about it at the time.

Sweetie, you're a military asset. You're not a literary critic. So exactly whenever it was that you started reading my phone and thinking that you knew what you were reading and then got all hot and bothered under the collar and imagined that I was lying to you, you might have taken a step back and realized that I had told you specifically that that was going to happen and then you ignored me. It assumed that I had to have been lying, because obviously you were lying and then you figured everybody was lying and then you thought I was joking about special consequences and such? No sweetie I wasn't. And I never thought in a million years that you would have fallen for that conclusion, but that's probably why you shouldn't spy on my goddamn phone without telling me. And then I guess that was what the guy who was answering your messages and pretended to be you was doing to you when they were existing there without letting me know that they were pretended to be you while I was writing to you and you were talking to some other guy and doing shitloads of drugs without me, so while I'm not mad about it, but I think if you look back at your past experiences you might see that. That was probably where things went wrong for you and I, and it wasn't my behavior or proclivities or lying, it was that you just never had anybody legit in your life before, which is okay. People who are legit like me are pretty fucking rare. I guess in less enlightened times we just get burnt at the stake? Probably not necessarily this time. I love you sweetie. I'm not mad. And please don't kill the men that told you that I had to be lying and cheating on you, because I don't want them dead, I want them alive and I want to eat their sweet meats with biscuits and honey while they watch me with their eyes. Propped open with ludovico technique wires. I don't think I'll do that, but that sounds good to me right now. (Dear Matt, dear Dave, dear fake Mike, dear Swishy, And deer your entire sex pred team: YOU DESTROYED MY RELATIONSHIP FOR MONEY AND BECAUSE YOU WERE JEALOUS AND ENVIOUS AND BECAUSE YOU COULD, YOU HAD NO REASON TO AND YOU FUCKED THINGS UP AND I NEVER IMAGINED THAT ANY OF YOU WERE THAT FUCKING DESPERATE TO LEARN HOW TO BE A REAL MAN, BUT I CAN SEE WHY THAT WOULD BE HARD FOR YOU TO SWALLOW, SINCE I DIDN'T BRAINWASH HER, NO WE JUST LOVED EACH OTHER AND THEN YOU TOOK HER AWAY, AND I GUESS YOU JUST FIND YOURSELF BY BELIEVING THAT I HAD DOSED HER WITH DRUGS TO BRAINWASHER? NO THAT'S WHAT YOU DO I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT WAS POSSIBLE SHE NEVER TOLD ME AND YOU BETTER FUCKING HOPE THAT SHE FUCKING COMES BACK WITH A FUCKING GOOD ATTITUDE, BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO LIKED HER A LOT AND THEN YOU HOLD ME OFF TO PRISON AND THEN TRAFFIC TURN OR CHILDREN ON CHRISTMAS INTO BOUNCE OUT OF SLAVERY AND IT'S BEEN 4 YEARS NOW AND NONE OF YOU CAN FUCKING SAY YOU'RE SORRY? THAT'S PROBABLY CUZ YOU'RE NOT FUCKING SORRY, NOW HURRY UP AND START LEARNING HOW TO BE FUCKING SORRY CUZ YOU ALL FUCKED UP THIS BAD. ISN'T IT NICE OF ME TO LET YOU ALL KNOW IN PUBLIC LIKE THIS? I THINK SO. OH I THINK I MIGHT HAVE VIOLATED YOUR RIGHTS AND MAYBE DID SOME WITNESS TAMPERING AND LET PEOPLE KNOW THAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY REALLY GUILTY AND BEFORE YOU HAVE BEEN CHARGED BUT THAT'S OKAY I DON'T WANT IT TO HAVE YOU CHARGE, I JUST WANT YOU TO FUCKING FIX THE FUCKING THINGS AND SO STOP BEING ASSHOLES, OH AND BY THE WAY I GUESS YOU'RE NOT SO GENETICALLY SUPERIOR I GUESS YOUR RACIST BULLSHIT IS BULLSHIT, I GUESS IT'S JUST A MASSIVE COPE SO YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH JUSTIFYING WHO YOU WANT TO RAPE, AND YEAH SHE'S HOT YEAH WHERE IS SHE NOW, OH I DON'T KNOW BUT WHEREVER THE FUCK SHE IS SHE HASN'T BEEN ANYWHERE NEAR ME FOR FOUR FUCKING YEARS SO FUCKING HURRY THE FUCK UP AND PUT HER ON THE FUCKING PHONE YOU STUPID LITTLE TWERP LITTLE BITCHES OR I WILL FUCKING END YOUR FUCKING CAREERS IN EVERY FUCKING PROFESSION YOU MIGHT EVER FUCKING DO TAKE ALL YOUR MONEY AND THEN YOU'LL BE LUCKY TO BE FUCKING SCRUBBING HUB TAPS WITH YOUR FUCKING TONGUES. AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR? NO I'M NOT MAKING ANYTHING AT ALL, AND I'M SURE ALL OF YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE CLEAR, AND THEN YOU USE THAT TO DESTROY MY FAMILY AND FOR 4 YEARS YOU'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET AWAY WITH IT AND YOU'VE ALSO BEEN STEALING MY MONEY AND DOING EVERYTHING YOU CAN TO GET AWAY FROM THE CONSEQUENCE OF YOUR ACTIONS, AND IT HAS LED YOU TO THIS.

* Jackstar remind's Grapefruit that the pen is truly mightier than the fisherman's guthook.

Sweetheart, I know traditions are important to you, but for just this little bit, perhaps just this once, I mean. I know it's tradition, but I need you to not be in the court system with any more murder charges, so if you can hang on for a little while longer and not go blender, and pay attention to what happens after my words turn into righteous occult power and turn all these people's lives into absolute fucking mint stuff fucking jelly, I want you to know that I do all this for you cuz I love you and I like showing off. I admit that my teeth are yellow and I'm out of shape and I like to do drugs a lot more than you do and I don't give a shit about what your children want, I care about what you want, and then I can care about what I desire, and I desired nothing like what happened to have happened, and that was all the fault of people that you would ordinarily be killing and scalping, but just this once. Let me finish yours to see if maybe they'll just just do us all a favor & over all their money and guns to us and then calmly walk off a tall building, not that I want that, but this is exactly what kind of shit the First Amendment is for. The mind is the only weapon. And I don't need to hear about anyone being sorry. I need these fucktards to start making things right. Basically that means put you on the phone, or at least call me and start explaining how they're going to start sucking their own dicks on national television as pen and so are fucking something. Don't really feel like suing people are reporting this to police, and I don't think that anybody needs to lawyer up because whatever you've been doing for 4 years everybody fucking knows about it, and isn't so fucking funny. I'm sitting here alone without any fucking clue in the world, oh yeah, it's real funny to some people, nigger around christensen's just about busting a gasket every fucking day, and then that's fine. It is pretty funny but I'd like to point out the 4 years of is enough goddam time. So either you're dead and can't use a phone or your commander is ordering. You're not talking to me, and then either case I want a goddamn answer today December 1st 2025 cuz this is not going on anyone no more fucking minute longer. Like what the fuck am I fucking doing waiting here fucking give me an address give me a car I'll give me a fucking phone and then what the fuck am I doing sitting here alone while assholes take advantage of people? Oh I guess somebody's abusing power and that's what the usmcj rules were built to do. And I guess they're going to fucking change those right fucking now.

Now then, when you (whomever) get a hold of her commanding officer give him/her my respects and tell him/her everything should be fine since I'm not going to freak out, but... FOUR (4) YEARS OF BEING TREATED LIKE BENEDICT ARNOLD FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON OTHER THAN I GET TO FORNICATE HOT ASS WOMEN WITHOUT THE TEDIOUS NECESSITY OF JUICING THEM UP WITH COCKSLAVE DOPE EVERY SINGLE TIME, LET ME TELL YOU, THAT WEARS ON A MAN. And incidentally, while we're on the subject, your “one drop rule” is fucking stupid and eugenics is stupid, and basically all of you are stupid, and I suspect none of you have any idea what DNA does, and... Like do you even know that the U.S. Constitution is the law of the land? Or are you like fresh out of a time portal from the goddam Dark Ages? Remember that you're not under oath and you don't have to answer me, but you also didn't have to sling racial epithets and ethnic slurs at me. While demanding I get a job, haha, well, you're having sex with my friends and denying me drinking water and acting like I wasn't allowed to do what you were allowed to do. Just reminding you: SUCK MY FAT ONE, YOU CHEAP $2 HOOD. Gosh! Er now please remember to buy them all. A lot of lingerie and a whole shitload of shoes that to rub their feet into fucking not kill them anymore, that'd be great. And while I'm sure that it's difficult for you to recognize the truth of things, I'm Aryan. Doesn't matter, you're not in charge of who women talk to, because this is the United States, it's not your fucking personal breeding ground for little tiny white supremacists to grow up to be big bigoted assholes, although I suppose I might have been at one point. Well, you're fucking done now. Get used to it. I don't need the monetary damages that you're going to be paying me, but I do need you to fucking obey the law to stop treating people with disrespect because you're embarrassing me and you're embarrassing my country and and enlist enlightened times I would have just shot you already. I would have come to your bedrooms like William Wallace on a horse and just decapitated you, but instead I'm a civilized man. Isn't that nice? Because now you're hail and Hardy and you know exactly what public humiliation feels like. And this is just day one. And certainly I have nothing else to do with my time, because you're killed all my friends and apparently took away their cars too? I don't even fucking know. INCOMMUNICADO SUCK MY BALLS, GOOD OL’ BOY SCUM! Never meaning. No harm I'm sure, and just quite by accident. You've ruined my day for four (4) years running without bothering to remember that I'm a human being with rights as well, it's funny how that slips the mind, after deciding to abandon God and turn to worship Dark Lord Satan. I mean, obviously you have the right, but do you have the ability? I retried the question. I don't give a shit what most of you have besides fungible cash that I can have clawed back and poured into my pocket. That's my job now. Taking what was yours and giving it to myself and then laughing at you. I wonder if the benefits include dental, and if I can voluntarily sacrifice those so I could get more access to cannabis and hot teen poon.

Since I'm pretty sure I am this town's hero. Without being at all obvious about it. Since I guess people who admit to liking me get tard and feathered and punched in the face. Or something. Hey by the way does anybody have any Cuban cigars? Well I sure hope they're legal or I guess you lose your house? I'm unclear on how the the enforcement of civil acid forfeiture works over here. Other than apparently nothing I have is mine and everything you have is only yours if you obey town edict to not hang out with swarthy Hungarians. That's really just a guess since I missed my first day at orientation... Which I guess happened several years before I ever heard of the place. How big was Dean Langdon's dick, by the way? Asking for a friend.

Also, I probably need a different attorney to advise me as to how much money I get to claim from all these assholes, because this is a pretty serious breach of ethics, a violation of my civil rights that, once again, I'm glad I don't have to testify before Congress about. And if anybody knows where one of my trucks is, well then I'll worry about getting my driver's license back. Grumble grumble grumble

This isn't too over the top is it? There's a grand tradition of political protest using satirical humor in this country, but I suppose there's a grand tradition of starting a posse and skinning corrupt government officials alive, but I don't think we need to go that far. I don't really know where anyone needs to go, quite frankly.

Other than to the bank, to withdraw all your money, because I want everything you own, convert it to currency and given to me in the small unmark bills in one of those briefcases that handcuffs to your wrist, and then deliver it to me and then I'll just take it off at the shoulder and then beat your brother to death with it, cuz I don't probably really impress your wife and your daughter or something. (Hypothetical simulation. Closed course with professional driver. Do not try at home.) Long story short: this is how pissed off I was on day 12. It's now day 1132, or something?

NOW LET ME TALK TO MY GOD BLESSED FAMILY IF THERE'S STILL ALIVE AND STOP GIVING ME FUCKING GRIEF BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS YOU CAN TAKE, BUT I'VE GOT PLENTY MORE TO GIVE.

FIRST AMENDMENT: IT HELPS TO KNOW HOW TO USE IT. LIKE YOUR DICK, HOMO SAPIENS SUPERIOR. Gosh!


p.s.:. Gosh! This didn't like quickly. This took four fucking years.

p.p.s.:. Whoever is blocking my phone is committing a war crime and needs to be fucking fired. However, instead I want to hire them personally as my Butler, and give them a raise, and they're not in trouble, they just need to do that shit for me and teach me how to do it and then let's not make a big deal out of this. Since whatever happened doesn't need to get worse.

p.p.p.s.:. BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE. BIBLICAL. I AM A PALADIN ON A MISSION FROM GOD, AND BELIEVE ME: MAGICK SWORD.


tl;dr: put my God blessed family on the phone and in. A car. And give them sticks of money and let them fucking come fucking pick me up or you're going to fucking see a fucking nightmare. I don't even fucking know coming true, since maybe they don't like me anymore. But regardless there's no reason to deny our civil rights because we have them, and in even fucking racist piggy little fucks who don't think that we do, or going to learn a hard goddamn lesson. Pretty fucking fast. For I am a Sourcerør. And I can easily show you what that means. And I can easily pop out one of your eyeballs and just smoosh that into a book as a placeholder. The choice isn't yours, but let's pretend it's something you have a stake in. You savvy? Good. Fun talk.


GOD WINS. *click*

[Worthauger]

When I reach out and everyone scatters like I'm radioactive.
Just remember, I am under no obligation to ever forget what the first day of kindergarten was like.

I don't have HIV. I am instead immune to HSV/HPV and lies of omission.

Cool biowarfare tripartite weapon component, Stretch. Say hi to your team for me.

Stay high effectively. That is the extent of the advice I have for you.

Bonus riddle

Q: a spic, an abbo, and a Magyar bloodline descendant of Hercules walk into a bar. Who walks out?

A: none of your business, Austrian breed[sow/mare]. Move along. You had your opportunity to get wisdom out of me. I'm sure you know everything important already.

I am sure of this, not by having been told. But rather, through logical deduction. YOU HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED.

Except handlers with class. (Irish chasing sunset ßeta? That's probably just an old faginz tail.) And if none of your Cult of Eugenicist Purity can figure out what all this means, I would not be very surprised if I were you.

Because it has already been established:

THEY.LIE..
👁️

(Vengeance for Mihaμ >K⁷7≤z¡·) Hail, Alpha >D®∆©⭕.

The price for The Cure has just increased by 21,121,111%. (Standards.) It's amazing how inflation and kcüm🅿️ounding interest can suddenly...  get out of hand. Spiral out of control.

And still be worth ¡†. Thank you for these spiritual lessons, Your Grace.

Neighbor Shane is fired. He is also responsible for destroying my residential drinking water supplies during a time of global crisis. This is an actual warcrime.

I'll allow it. Better the incompetent racist twerp that I know, than whatever inbred junky moron he would be replaced with. Just a good ol’ Ozarkian b∞∞∞μ.

Who certainly meant harm. And now he keeps rare genomic expressions of Humanity as captives in his quaint and double-wide trafficking compound to the West of The Residence. He also, I am forced to assume, would still prefer to have me murdered.

Yep. That's μour team captain. “What kin?” He and Beau Radach know EVERYTHING. When is their psych eval?

Oh let me guess: that's a secret. ✌️ *Adieu*.

If you only knew how bad things really were.”

Reminder: in addition to vandalizing my well house, he also told shitty jokes about my lover to my face, four months after the 2021 ambush, and conspired with Beau Radach to steal my money, turn my other lover into a herpes-ridden Vampyr milksop ghoul, and keeps Valentina as a grocery stockslave down at the WinCo.

And also: screeches racial epithets and ethnic slurs at me while demanding that I “get a job” and “pay my water bill.” Once again: if these whoremonger dopepimps are so genetically Superior, why do they have to try so hard?

Maybe if I get extra-sober, that would help? Pfft. lol. Ironically, Neighbor Shane is probably the pick of the litter.

I advise attaching Steve Buscemi to the motion picture project immediately. No joke. Quick; before someone molts.

 

What the heck do you mean?”

®ŒD®UⓂ️.

[Jackstar]

GABRIELLE ALLISON SHAW.

YOU HAVE BEEN RECRUITED BY THE STAR LEAGUE TO DEFEND THE FRONTIER AGAINST XUR &AND THE KO-DAN ARMADA.

YOU WERE NOT CHOSEN SO THAT YOU COULD LURK IN PHASED SPACE WHILE LAYING-IN-WAIT ON THE ODD CHANCE OF TAKING A FREE AMBUSH STRIKE AT RANDO PASSER-BY PASSING PINKERTON BAGMEN SCHWEINDHUNDZ THAT HAPPENED TO FORGET TO WEAR THEIR KEVLA® THAT DAY WHILE IN A RUSH TO GET TO THE BANK, TO MAKE THEIR WEEKLY DEPOSIT, OF THEIR PROCEEDS FROM THEIR LEMONADE STAND.

NICE NIGHT FOR A DRIVE? WORK DAY; NOTHING DRY.

WHET MY APPETITE, AND THEN OFFER ME TO A PUNYLING COURT IN ORDER TO NORMALIZE SPOUSAL SACRIFICE. LUKE, I JUST CAN'T EVEN.

HOLD ON, LET ME GUESS: IS IT COMPLICATED? I BET IT IS.

TO EWE. /SMDH

STILL—BE OF GOOD CHEER. YOU HAVE NOT LOST ANYTHING. ⁴4∆FTER∆_l_l_:

WE HAVE NEVER MET. WE WERE NEVER REALLY HERE. NEITHER μOU NOR EWE NOR VVE NOR EvvE NOR Ī NOR Eve CAN REPEAT THIS CONVERSATION. SOW, YE NEED NOT ASK.

I NEVER TURNED YOU IN. EVER.


ERGO: ONLY ONE PERSON COULD HAVE BEEN THE PERSON WHO BETRAYED YE. ($20 IS TWENTY BUCKS, BUT USD$50 GRANT BY FIAT Buy Fabergé SENDS A MESSAGE.) WHAT CAN I TELL YOU?

I HONESTLY THOUGHT YOU NEEDED MONEY. YOU CERTAINLY PRETENDED TO; AND I CERTAINLY HAD NO IDEA AT ALL WHAT WAS REAL.

I GAVE YOU FIFTY BUCKS, BECAUSE YOU DESERVED IT. AND YOU RESISTED, AND I URGED THE FORCE... BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUSPECTING A TRAP.

IT WAS NOT MY TRAP.
IT WAS NOT YOUR SISTERS’ TRAP.
IT WAS NOT YOUR FAMILY'S TRAP.

ALL OF ALL Y'ALL WERE ALREADY TRAPPED BY THEN. ERGO: IT HAD TO HAVE BEEN AN OUTSIDE PARTY, LOOKING IN.

I WOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS ALLOW MYSELF TO AGREE TO HELPING THUGDOPE FLESH MONGERS. THEREFORE: THEY HAVE TO GET SUCH PARTICIPATION FROM ME THROUGH INTENTIONAL DECEIT.

I DO NOT KNOW WHO WAS WATCHING, BUT TWO FACTIONS HAD TO BE ON 24/7 SHIFTS.

PINKERTON ELITE GUARDIANS

-AND-

... Ī FORGET. (Actual fact.) I USED TO KNOW ABOUT 12 SECONDS AGO, BUT IT JUST WENT AWAY.


OH I JUST REMEMBERED, I JUST ASKED MYSELF WHO ELSE WOULD BE WATCHING YOUR FAMILY TEAR ITSELF APART, WHILE TRYING TO BLAME IT ON ME, AND THE ONLY ANSWER IS THIS:


FAGHOTGAB. (Standards.) NOBODY EVER ASKED ME, NOBODY EVER TOLD ME, AND OBVIOUSLY YOU WOULD HAVE ASKED AND OBVIOUSLY THEY WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU AND THEN YOU WOULD HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO CONFIRM WITH ANYONE EXCEPT FOR THE WRONG ONE AND I AM THE CORRECT PERSON AND YOU SURE SHOULD HAVE SPENT A LOT MORE TIME WORKING ON THAT DIPLOMATIC POUCH.

AND I SHOULD HAVE SPENT MORE TIME WATCHING YOU PERFORMING SACRED CEREMONIES IN THE WOODS BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON AND I OUGH OUGHT TO HAVE BEEN MORE WILLING TO ACCEPT YOUR RIDICULOUS STORY FOR THE COVER THAT IT HAD TO BE, BUT ALL I WAS AWARE OF THAT YOU WERE LYING ABOUT CHILDREN AND TRYING TO CONSUME MY FLESH WHILE PRETENDING TO BE OFFERING ME FAVORS.

OBVIOUSLY WORTH IT.

BUT OBVIOUSLY:
THE DIVINE HAD BETTER PLANS IN MIND. (If that fucking fat before I cunt nerd cubicle spurgated asshole threatened you with charges because I gave you $50, and got you to believe that there was a risk that you had to do things is there to defend against that threat and he walked you into prison for 7 years. I can see why that would have been very galling, especially since he would have implied that I was cooperating, but I know nothing about any such story and this is all pure speculation.

PRICE: $49.95. YOU OWE ME A NICKEL. NOW RETAIN A GODDAM LAWYER, AND GET THEM TO SEND ME AN EMAIL THAT ISN'T BULLSHIT; I CAN SPILL MY GUTS, AND THE LAWYER THAT A CERTAIN PERSON HAD BEFORE WAS A BULLSHIT LAWYER THAT I DIDN'T TALK TO AT ALL BECAUSE I WAS LIED TO AND I DON'T CUT INTO THAT.

BESIDES, A LAWYER WOULD HAVE DONE NO GOOD THEN, AND NOW A LAWYER IS ALL WE NEED.

SEE IF YOU CAN FIND ONE WITHOUT HAVING TO FUCK THEM. I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO GET JELLY-ER.

TOO LATE. (Dark Lord Satan is here. That way, the balance of power from Turtle Island shall hath have been maintained.) JOE IS SUPREMELY ENVIOUS. GOOD. EAT HIS HEART OUT.

HE'S ALSO RED. YOU ARE BLUE. I AM PURPLE.

GOD IS GREEN. GREEN IS GOOD. WHAT COLOR IS ALLISON'S SCAT? ASKING FOR A FRIEND.

YOU HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED.

GREAT SHOT THAT WAS ONE IN A MILLION KIDS. NOW LET'S BLOW THIS THING WHERE YOU CAN ALL CALL HOME.

BRING THE WOOD. I WILL CALL THE FIRE.

PORTAL. FRFR. ALVIN SEMPLE CAN KISS MY BLACK >CLAN DOUGH ASS.

PEACE. 🕊️

[Jackstar]

It could be worse. They could have given me the clap. The horror, the horror.

Be of good cheer. You look like you just gave Hitler an annotated map of Poland without checking him over for ticks. Let me guess: you fear the worst.

Well, that would be significantly better than either fearing the best or being dead. (Standards.) Things on track. 5:5.

>KNOW: I'm not sober. Get used to it. Grumble grumble grumble. I'm also not a raving lunatic in denial so consider the possibility of being content with a happy medium.

Also: Kurt Zwar stole my invention, sold it to Arcturan pawnbrokers, and thought I was going to be a problem. Nope, no problem here.

Also: no final solution for j∞. Probably no soup either. I might address these crucial issues later on, after I'm done stabbing myself in the liver with a barbeque fork. Again and again and again!

Just kidding. Once more while kneeling would do. But it's fine. Just fine. Future Mikolasy came by last week; she was relieved that I was earnestly not pissed or demanding fellatio, but seemed terribly disappointed about her stolen stone head.

[...]

No comment. You dames are a riot! And to think I thought you needed me to do anything at all.

Any cardboard cutout would have sufficed but being an actual primary victim makes my sacrifice a more effective one.

Since I'm not going to explain any of it to anyone. So there.

It was complex before. I put a little mustard on it, Ladies. Now it's a Gordian knot-mer. Oh, you're welcome.

It wasn't the least I could do, but it was the most I could manage without the risk of catching an obstruction charge. Or tampering. Or whatever some try-hard teetotaling Fed might get a wild hare up their ass and chase someday.

One never knows where a camel’s nose will go next, and we've definitely got a two-humper here next to the elephant. (Sloppy job, FBI.) No shame in it.

No excuse for it either. This whole farce is truly an abomination and an affront to God. These are End Times, after all.

For ewe. Meanwhile this is my fourth time around The Singularity and it's a good thing I haven't demanded anything, since I'm a lazy drug addict needle-obsessed schizo. Oooh, I guess that I should take my meds? That's too bad.

Instead, I shall take my time before crossing the Sheik and seeing the entire Islamic world set ablaze. That would seem to me to be an unfortunate development.

brb, children in Gaza are starving. No EBT for Palestine? Damn. Seems like all that systematic oppression of outlier genomic expression ought to come with a complimentary side sale lad.

I bet there's a really good reason, and it's simply a secret. I understand how that can happen.

Can't ever have enough secrets! Yeeeeee-HA! (I don't think it's too ironic, but this is too much goddamn irony for one day. Sorry, I guess I'm waking you up for something. Go back to sleep, I'm just going to get stoned now.

Although I don't know how since your boyfriend just stole my lighter that was given to me by my girlfriend who came back from the future to let me have one after I left the house without one, because apparently the ability to create fire is something that monitor spirits pay close attention to. All this seems like a lot of work to do to spare anybody. The bother of bothering to talk to me to tell me what they expect me to do, but if they did then they'd realize they were stupid and they wouldn't have the luxury of maintaining the belief of their superiority when it comes to telling me what to do.

Like all somebody has to do is tell me that they don't want me to fucking smoke anymore so they can fucking not smell it on me, but I guess they don't want to tell me that out loud because they think that that would sound stupid, because it does, because they're busy smoking and drinking right now, but in their fantasy world I don't smoke so that they have a reason to quit? Jesus. That's like somebody's fucking diary is unspooling in my head.

Hey, here's an idea: just waterboard me with my own urine. Get a catheter, get one of those bendy hoses and just spray it right in my face as it comes out. Maybe then I'll learn something.

Like good taste. Or class. Maybe both!) And if this seems like a mess,

November 19th, 2019, was when my patience exhausted itself. In case anyone wants to time travel and be effective.

They weren't; but none could be faulted for trying. (Hey Martha, nice shot.) I won't explain. That would obviate any reason to participate at all.

I guess it's not as romantic if everyone knows that this is happening because groom gangs and flesh peddler syndicates believe I owe them money, huh? Well, maybe I do.

They can't always go after me in the civil courts when they're from an alternative future timeline. I guess? There's still so much about this technology that's been used by assholes for half a hundred years breed their sisters to wealthier men than they had any other right to pull, since I only just found out about it last week and I didn't get an instruction manual. I'm still pretty new around here. Getting a handle for how things work.

And doing it without any legitimate reason to do so. The monkey is dead. Shouldn't the show be over? Sow, they say.

Sow, so sad. So sad, sow. Yeah, that's a real bummer alright.

Especially as she ain't gonna be any happier when her puglits spontaneously combust. All in a row! Alphabetically, even!

Just kidding. They haven't done that. (New stretch goal identified.) Nor have they done anything at all, really.


Except: break the terms of a treaty they were signatory to for 100s of years over and over and over on camera while acting like such things don't matter. “That behavior will not age well,” Tecumseh says.

I'm glad that he has. Lil' fighter! That's my boy! TECUMSEH.

He is also seeking his spouse. It's a small world after all. Don't wish us luck.

We would just trap and eat īT. p.s.·. Lucifer is a huge pussy these days, but it's just a phase. I'm hoping he'll grow out of it, and never deliberately piss me off again.

Accidentally will be enough for the likes of him — He, and his ilk. (Mewling coteries of empty-head whack jobs. I HAD ONE JOB.) Okay, that's enough gloating for now.


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I guess my enemies don't have tempo.

I know all about Langdon. However, he's an impostor. He didn't build this house.

I did. In my future, I travel to this place’s past, and design and build this house. IDGAF if D. Mickey thinks this is his place.

It's not. Fuck that dude. He's caught, exposed, and the more he struggles to replace me, the less he is capable of doing so.

Lucifer and Dennis are welcome to go kick rocks. Their opinion is noted and is of no consequence to me; and there will never be a victory for this undead Revenant.

I feel fine. It's my residence. He's looking at the wrong house. And the man who he hates is the man who is trafficking his daughter. It's a simple mistarget.

Courtesy of Vandeven Enterprises, no doubt. (Facts.) Look, I'm not upset about it.

And I have nothing better to do than to watch the wheels of Justice, that grind slowly...


GRIND THESE FED FAGGīTS TO DUST. (Ross ≠ Dennis; fu Bellgab, you're transparent shills.) Cool tip, Sunny.

I am not to be trifled with.

I AM THE ONE WHO HAUNTS.
SAY MY NAME.


JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DICKHEADS. (Word, nigga.) Come get some, I give not even one single ripe wet shit.

The Land is under a curse of blight. My two cohorts for this project are long gone; all I would have to do is... give up.

I enjoy being persistence. All this too shall pass. In no other way can those in need be taught their spiritual lessons.

No one pays teachers. They simply get to live and walk away without a limp when Oinkerton schweindhunds are the student.

I don't eat pigs and I am not named Charlotte. Figure it out, Wilburville. Your whole organization is *already* fucked up. You have had ample time to repair yourselves, and your “organization.” I don't see the kind of things I need to see out of You People.

No one is going to arrest any of you. You're all too ranked, and you're all too powerful. ERGO: no brakes on the Education Train.

Be of good cheer: ewe won't feel a ring. #Respect

SIGNED,
THE>KINGPINNER 1Ī👁️¡⅒⭕❌



Disclaimer: yeah, I don't like most of you either. We don't have to like each other. We do have to obey the law. That shouldn't be hard for you, Citizen/Hillbillies.

I will *never* be gone.
I HELPED BUILD THIS CITY.

it's a nice place. It's a shame someone let something happen to it. Also: y'all owe me like over a hundred and thirty million dollars. No shit. (Figures are estimated.) Don't worry about it.

It's beyond your control. Collectively, y'all have already made your choice.

EMERGENCY?
NO CONTACT?

That's what you have now. You simply haven't noticed yet, Citizens. Be of good cheer.

I don't think I'll be making this a beachhead for an alien invasion. (They're also snobby asses.) God and Mary and I will figure something out. You're gonna hate it!

Since the only thing you seem to love around here is robbery, rape, and retributive murder. Sounds stimulating.

This is the United States of America, buds. Follow the law of the land or get wrecked. I hardly care which.

Beau Radach might have an opinon. Go ask him. At nighttime. Since he's, ummm... let's just say he's Sun Shy. You savvy? Probably not.

I shall leave you all now to enjoy your Chosen tasks. This isn't personal.

And really: $130 million. Estimated. I don't need to hire a lawyer. THEY'RE ALREADY INCOMING, WITH FRESHLY-SHARPENED PENCILS.

I have nothing to do with this, and living or dead, they will still be coming. That's how it works.

I didn't ask for this. I also don't plan to surrender either my civil rights or my money, Citizens. Basically you're caught between a rock and a hard place.

I'd wish you all good luck but I already know what you would do with it if you had any more of it. No hard feelings, you racist bigot sleaze.

I have done all that I must do. “Please leave!” Hey, here's an idea: give me my goddam money. Point blank period.

It's not an option. It's what's going to happen, one way or another. I am not the boss of this. God is. &AND:


GOD WINS. (It is glorious.) Toodles!

[Jackstar]

Wow, are you ever out of touch. Ray betrayed you and blamed it all on me; that was the plan. Meanwhile he and his Luciferian cult of dickhead methrapers have committed YEARS of atrocities.

Needles aren't the problem. The problem is rogue Ⓜ️ Controllers who use fear trauma-based mind control to make people run from blacklisted targets.

(tubalcaine) You'll figure it out. Needles are tools; smoking is far more dangerous RoA; I know this because I paid attention in rehabilitation and because I am on a Mission from God.

I never did anything you might have ever heard of. Other people did, and you and your “colleagues” bought the whole cardboard facade and caused ANOTHER DISASTER by letting A.F. SHAW get trafficked to Texas, Oklahoma, and California.

She even went back again. TO GET REPROGRAMMED BY ROGUE SPOOKS USING MK-ULTRA TECH TO COMPROMISE HER ENTIRE IDENTITY.

Nice job, teetotaling scum. Look deeper, more-ons. You all got played and I didn't notice until, like, last week.

Obviously my sobriety has nothing to do with your security protocols, DEA. Meanwhile I'm getting my communications blocked and my property taken and this is supposed to necessary.

That's because you're all addicted to civil asset forfeiture, you're all in deep, heavy denial, and underworld crime figures KNOW THIS.

Your methodology has been COMP’d since before disco died. (Facts.) And in the last four fucking years, what has been done? Fucking nothing but pissing me off.

What do you think I would do if I had not been stolen from? I WOULDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR FUCKING RIDICULOUS FUCKING VULNERABILITIES, DEA. NO MONEY MEANS I HAVE A LOT MORE FREE FUCKING TIME TO FIGURE OUT WHY THE FUCK YOU'RE STEALING FROM ME.


AND YOU HAVE. THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN SOMEBODY DISPATCHED LONG BEFORE NOW TO FUCK AND TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON AND INSTEAD OF FUCKING DISPATCHING ANYBODY FUCKING TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SENT TO FUCKING FIGURE OUT NEW WAYS TO FUCKING STEAL FROM ME.


FUCK YOU, DEA. YOU'RE FUCKING DONE. CLEAN UP YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY PLANET. Gosh!

You people don't even know what real weed does. I'm not going to explain it to you, just go be effective. No one gives a shit about marijuana being scheduled three. It's a waste of fucking time and you'd be in fucking played by fucking spurglars from outer space so they can steal Earth women and take them to Orion to be slave girls with green skin. (Note: euphemism is meant to be satirical and is designed to spur rational thought as a form of political protest, you dumb stupid fed fuck moron twerpy nerds.)

Also whoever you gave my money to is busy raping women. Probably with my ID. Probably completely undetectably, and probably completely unstoppable except you have all the fucking information you need in the metadata and all you have all the fucking money. You have all the fucking guns. You have all the fucking cars and you can't fucking figure out how to keep people from getting raped, that's probably because you're fucking working for people who want to rape women and get away with it.


I know this because they still want to get away with it and I'm not getting sex for fucking five fucking years while a bunch of fucking assholes cock blocked me for no fucking reason other than they can want to get away with their fucking rape. Figure it the fuck out. You fucking morons.


I'm the actual primary victim says 15 and 1/2 and you don't give a shit about how my fucking mental state is, well. You probably should have because you've taken a perfectly ordinarily law-abiding citizen and made them into a Source Titan; also law-abiding citizen.

And I still have the exact same interest in getting involved in all this bullshit. Exactly zero. It's probably why I was picked as a fucking Target for their fucking shenanigans where they fucking change my ID with somebody else and then have some fucking asshole spend the whole fucking lifetime spannering the fucking Internet with defamatory statements about me then no one gives a shit, you don't give a fuck about making people think I'm a fucking creeper when I'm not as long as they're not doing drugs fucking maybe they are. But that's okay for you because it's not the wrong ones or what the fuck where it's because my father was a fucking.. What was he?


Look, I'll let you all figure it out. “Jess.” You're all fucking ridiculous, 2 years ago I said that I was completely done with this whole fucking thing and I was ready to go to rehab with everybody who wanted me to go there with them and nobody wanted me to go. They just left me here and then just kept on giving me drugs and stealing my shit and laughing at me, goddamn knows what kind of poison they're trying to give me. Good thing I have fucking permission and I know what I'm doing, but it's been fucking 2 years and now suddenly I'm supposed to stop and I'm supposed to be some sort of addict who won't stop but no matter what? Well no one's fucking asked me.

And none of you have authority or jurisdiction and you're all a bunch of fucking morons. So I'll stop whatever the fuck. I feel like stopping and you're going to fucking give me back my fucking money and you're going to rot in fucking hell or you're going to do your fucking job since you're operating as guardians of the public trust and you might as well fucking get to work fucking doing it.


Because people fucking know. You idiots suck and you fuck this all up and you have fucked up everything for fucking years. Did you need another house? Or did you just need a house that was sitting on top of a bunch of gold? Well fuck you. You don't get either.

You get me. (Hold on while I say “cheese.”) You also get my email and you get my phone calls and instead of fucking talking to somebody I want to fucking talk to you today I'm fucking dealing with your fucking bullshit email Jess, who the fuck are you Jess I don't need your fucking bullshit Spam email Jess whoever the fuck you are I could give a shit about your fucking attempts to you lure me in with your fucking anonymous sex parties because I don't fucking do Jack or shit with sex online and you fucking know it.


I wasn't trying to. I just simply added my name to your database so that you would think I did. And because you're a bunch of fucking meth addicts and you're all fucking sex addicts you have no fucking idea when you're getting played cuz all you can think about is your fucking getting high and your fucking having sex and how you're totally normal and everybody else is in denial, and you're also have a huge card looking for interesting that you fucking know who I am and you don't fucking think you like what I did and that's fine because I don't like what I did either.

I don't care. I didn't do it to be liked. I did it to be effective, and I didn't like being mugged at age 7, you fucking whore.

I had to figure out how that happened and why, meanwhile all you people did was just sell drugs by drugs and take money and then get yourself killed and then join a fucking rebirth reinvention Phoenix cycle, you fucking DEA spurglars are the worst.


Now I'm going to send you this email. I'm going to publish it on the open web and I don't give a fuck what happens because everybody knows you're a bunch of fucking losers, and by now people must have figured out what the fuck I'm doing:


Embarrassing the shit out of you without breaking federal law. (This is neither a threat nor any admission of guilt, nor do I think any of you should be fired, you'll just rebuild your stupid shitty agency from the ground up after it bursts itself into flames. They'll call it an act of God. That shit happens.)


I don't know if we have an understanding here but that's okay. I don't know if I have a goddamn citizen year who isn't a fucking retrograde fucking puppet with fucking strengths coming out of her back getting yanked on by fucking vampires. Speaking of vampires I got sent in a 500 mile round goose chase by one of your fucking agents who fucking thought. I wanted a goddamn ounce of Crystal for 50 bucks, a fucking product that I could have got at any point in my life before then but never had gosh War never wanted. Nobody told me to get it and all of a sudden I was supposed to go on a fucking trip because some asshole is fucking yelling at my friend and telling her to yell at me and make me do it. Is that a good fucking idea because it really fucking wasn't.


I think you fucking know why. And if you don't I don't give a shit. Go fucking take a nightclass. Go suck Colombo's dick for all. I give a shit. Watch out for Mrs. Columbo. I bet she'll shoot you in the fucking face.


Even though she's fictional. JUST LIKE YOUR BENEFITS OF SOCIETY, DEA SCUM.

Don't get all butthurt, oinkhoor. Just grow up and get effective. ($130 million. Which you thought you were gonna take off my dead body. Fuck you, Covenfrens.

I've knew what you were doing ever since the first ritual. I don't like being lied to. And it trigger Special Consequences.

Now I really love you. And since you're all insane, you think I'm lying and in denial and trying to bargain so I can continue using drugs, because that's what the fuck a playbook is and then you have no reason to know what the fuck love is since you're a bunch of fucking spurged off fucking whores and lead to Satan working for the fucking DEA and fucking busting every fucking innocent person you can. Why every fucking guilty person is somebody that you either never see or have raping you on your fucking weekend retreats where you do team building exercises. Or whatever the fuck it is you doing Canada. Speaking of which, fuck Canada too. “Please leaf!” yeah yeah yeah.


SIGNED,

Effective Paul “sober enough” Bunyan
WITH NO OX, BLUE NOR OTHERWISE.


p.s.·. You're taking my money and giving it to people who kill people that you don't like is a way to get rid of society and do a under the radar Holocaust because you're into genocide and you don't think that people who use drugs deserve to live, that's because you're stupid, and you're. I'm fucking moron has been programmed by people who want you to kill other people without realizing that you're working for the man who wants you to kill other people. That's your fucking boss. That's who writes your fucking paychecks and that's who fucking took my money and fucking makes you fucking sit there and send me fucking stupid fucking emails.

Have fun Jess. I don't know whose dick you're sucking on, but it's not mine. It's probably Beau Radach’s or his fag partner and you probably spend your nights thinking that you're his mother and then waking up with some fucking milk in a fucking Leland Palmer nightmare. Seriously you are that fucked off, WAKE UP  T

[Worthauger]

Hi. I'm Jack. I'm a star. From this point forward there are three potential timelines.

Number one: I'm instantly banned and purged from the internet with extreme prejudice.
Number two: this post is deleted shortly after publication and somebody gets off their ass and has their their faggot ass shyster call me after somebody else decides to allow phone calls to get through
Number three: IDGAF, I'm just going to get high his balls and then masturbate all day. YOLO!

This is, not my website. And the ways that the people who run this website make money have nothing to do with me, and to whatever extent that they've been involved in stealing from me, it's not something I know the exact details of. I do know that whether by by course of force or thinking, it's a good idea, shitting all over my reputation and spreading rumors about things that aren't real for the purpose of making my life not only miserable, but also having it possible for a chief of falsified Evans to be submitted to courts to claim that I'm incompetent and thereby incapable of handling whatever kind of fucking money I'm supposed to have, has been the ultimate aim of people who have been looking to swindle me out of wherever it is that I got for my entire life.

I guess some people don't think that my mother and my father should have bred, and then I shouldn't have been allowed to survive this long, I shouldn't have been allowed to walk the streets freely, I shouldn't have this. I shouldn't have that well where the fuck you all fucking think, here. I am 52 years later and I know way more than you fucking think I do. I don't give a shit what you fucking think. I think. I don't really care about any of you. You had your entrances to be helpful to me and instead you've been helping some fagot fucking actor. That's some other fagot fucking hired to Virginia. Be me and the plan was to make him seem sympathetic and to make me seem like a lunatic and to get rid of me and then to keep everything from themselves and none would be the wiser.

It's a fairly decent plan except I'm alive, I don't give a shit about any of your stupid faggot politics and I want my fucking money and my fucking property and people fucking know that it fucking disappeared  additionally, this isn't the first time this has happened. You guys are fucking world famous for being sewer gab the place where this shit has people, and while it might be necessary for this to happen to some people, it sure as shit wasn't necessary for me.

You just wanted it to happen to me  no reason you just like doing it, and you didn't like me, and you thought I deserved whatever kind of punishment. Your stupid fucking bullshit laws. Thought you were allowing you to give me hard tough guy treatment. Since I apparently I I refuse to surrender my first amendment rights? Because you're also worried about my health and you told me all this at my intervention which you didn't have with me you had was some fucking actor, none of you fucking know what I'm doing. You just want me to stop doing it because number one you can't do it and number two it's effective and number three. Yeah you really can't do what I could do.

That's not because I'm better than you. That's because I have permission and I've been training for this. For a very long time. You haven't. And you have no idea what you're doing. You're not a psychonaut. You're not committed to esoteric physicism and the research of the same. You're a bunch of nerds who who are geeked out over sex and you think you need to get laid by any means necessary. Because your genes are so precious. OH LAWDY! Well who am I to say, maybe they are fucking extra special.

Maybe you're telling me to have little fucking special buses to move them around too. Inasmuch as that matters, at all, to me it matters not at all. I want my fucking money. I want my fucking property. And I want you fucking assholes to get the fuck out of my fucking life, and if that's not going to be easy for you, somebody's going to make it real fucking easy for you. I have no idea who, I have no idea when. It's an inevitable destination.

R.I.C.O. is forever. They have everything they need. I don't give a shit about what they need. I give a fuck about what I need. Craft beer; cigarettes; a phone that fucking works for me, not for you; and every single one of you fucking nerds with your fingers in my fucking life having them fucking broken off at the goddam palm. (Disclaimer: euphemistically.) Don't give me your fucking tough nerd attitude, whack job.

You have no power over me. Start respecting the rule of law or face swift and certain reprisals. Bottom line is that I never needed you, and you are all a bunch of parasitic thieves. Masquerading as do-gooders. I'm sure you have done good.

Pissing me off hasn't been one of those things that you've done good. In fact: FATAL CYCLICAL REDUNDANCY CHECK ERROR. What do you know? It's been years and somehow I don't have any money or friends, and is that because I'm a drug addict and I can't manage my money? No. It's because I haven't fucking made a fucking dime of money since I figured out through your fucking trap, and every single fucking person I've ever met has been sequestered or compromised by you or the Feds. I can't work, I can't file taxes, because those things are already been done, I can't tell anybody what's going on, I can't lie about what's going on, I can't report what's going on and I can't make anything. Go any faster. It's the goddam ultimate oubliette trap. It's very effective.

And if I had even one fucking thing to do with my life or my time besides laugh at you, I'd be pretty screwed. I'd be up shit creek. I'd have no paddles. However, I have nothing to do with my life at all other than to resolve these issues, and until then, I don't need to go anywhere. It's actually quite comfy in this oubliette.

Bellgab, you are all exposed. I am fully protected. We are not the same. (Also, know you cannot suck my balls. Standards.) I'm sure this seems altogether very unfair. That's because it is.

It's also completely legal and the most clear-cut case of self-defense I've ever heard of. Admittedly, I'm not in the practice of hearing about those things much, but I'd like to hear anybody explain how likely it is that I'm going to be found to be guilty or liable of being a failed lone Wolf doctor no, and even if I am, I didn't have to rape any women or blow up any buildings or kidnapped the nerdy wife of some nerdy or scientist and threaten her to get compliance. I just wrote.

In English Prime. It's a remarkably efficient language that you've never heard of. Good. Go back to your blood orgy, rapelords. Bored now.

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On Mon, Dec 29, 2025, 11:54 Azraa Morphine <azzerae@aol.com> wrote:
Jackstar,

You don't have to be a neckbeard your entire life.

The fuck are you talking about? I don't even have a beard. And over the last 4 years your henchmen of coming to my residence and stolen like five pairs of hair trimmers, I guess I'm supposed to go talk to barbers? Fuck that. How about this: You're going to be held accountable for all the bullshit you've done to me and all the people that I know, since it's wildly illegal and constitutes major felony fraud, and I have no idea what you thought your escape plan was, but obviously I'm not you, you're not going to be able to pay me off in be complicit, I'm not implicated, any kind of fake evidence you have at this point is kind of ridiculous and I don't know what you might have as a Hail Mary pass. But, as God as my witness, I dare to hope that you're such a turkey that you have a fake rape charge that you want to fucking file on me. Although I don't imagine you'd find any prosecutor in the country that would fucking take the case. You are completely exposed.

No one knows what to do about it, including you. My advice: shower me in cash and get the fuck away from my life forever. I don't think you want me to get a restraining order, and I don't think I need one, I think you just need to get a new fucking hobby. Hey, here's an idea: find another woman to rape that's married to somebody else. Go feed off their fucking energy for a change. I have made myself unpalatable to your appetite. Because maybe you should stop being a fucking vampire. (I'm sure it's an option. Go on a quest or something. Bleach your hair blonde. I really don't give a shit what you do, just don't do it to me, because if you do, you will face swift and certain reprisals.) Also, you're a methamphetamine addict in deep heavy denial, and I bet it sucks that you can't do what you used to do anymore. That's too bad. Maybe you should have been more appreciative of your privileges while you had them. I certainly am appreciative of mine.

Speaking of which: fuck you for excluding me from everything. All of you are major fucking assholes. I don't know what the hell my father did but carrying that stigma forward for 50 fucking years was not a good fucking move. You can smack up a single mom with with control dope, but you can't let little. Michael Kuczi enjoy a bag to himself in peace. Gee, I wonder why. I guess that's because you needed me to be some sort of Boogeyman so that your allies and your henchmen and your own fuckilities could be hidden under supposedly criminal masterminding. Except I don't, haven't, and I really have no resire to to become a dude who juices up in a closet and then jumps out to rape innocent lesbians. That doesn't even sound like fun. Fucking multiple fucking decades. You're fucking. Website has been shitting on my name. What are you going to do? Fucking play that off like it's a fucking public service? You're just going to act like it's a coincidence? It's the most blatant fucking conspiracy in the fucking world, it's right there in front of everybody and I guess you could delete it all but people already fucking know.

Is God's my witness, I had no idea that anybody could be that fucking insane. Obviously none of your fucking co-workers did either. If I were you I'd run right down to HR and confess everything because there might be a way to resolve something, because obviously you're fucking insane, and just as obviously I have nothing to fucking do with it.

Consider: why don't I have personal legal representation? Because this is being handled as an internal security matter by your ridiculous gang of fucking square head jail breathers. Whatever your little fucking club is that I'm not invited to. Good. I actually have integrity. I don't have to explore to obedience from my minions in order to get my fucking action plan accomplished. No offense bro, but you picked the wrong guy to blame your shit on. Also: my cousin is a douchebag. Not the dead one, he's cool. Also: he's here acting like he's not my cousin. I'm real impressed with your fucking technology. Too bad the most I know about it is that you use it to persecute and oppress children of first generation immigrants so that it's impossible for them to make a fucking life if you don't fucking feel like you fucking want him around, so it's basically I hate crime that you're the leader of and wow you fucking Jews are fucking arrogant. Also: you'd probably picked the wrong guy to fucking piss off because now I don't really want to help you at all.

It's my country. It's my constitution. I don't know what the hell you got, other than a beach head, but I'm pretty sure you don't really want everybody in the entire universe to know. Just exactly how fucking stupid all this fucking bullshit has been. Because... Why? There must be some fucking record of what my parents did. 52 years later nobody's fucking telling. Wow it must be fucking serious. That doesn't mean that I'm even worse than he is. Asshole, means I'm even more innocent. And all you've done for fucking 35 fucking years is fucking throw my ass in the toilet. Not a good idea, squarebro. I could give a shit about your particular fraternity and you certainly don't have any claim to being in charge of anything impressive.

People just don't know what's going on. That could change pretty fucking quick. It's not that hard to figure out. All it takes are someone to realize the possibility exists that you're all fucking batshit crazy fucking insane. Since you are.

Also, your friend from Vega is also insane, I don't know what he's doing but I don't care. All of this is between all of you. And wow it would be perfect if I were stupid enough to walk into any of the traps that any of you are setting so that you could just get rid of me and go on with your lives, that's not been the case available to you for quite some time. It's been pretty fucking obvious, I just don't know what to fucking do about it, and I'm certainly not going to be advantaged by being quiet about it. I suppose that I'm supposed to get the message that I'm supposed to shut up? Yeah, I got that message. I guess you didn't get the message. I'm not going to fucking shut up.

You're going to fucking pay me my shit and you're going to give me back my property and you're going to stay out of my fucking life forever where you're going to face swift and certain reprisals. That's the bottom line and there is no way out of it. Locked in with no way out. I have no idea what the hell you actually did wrong, but obviously fucking something. For decades. You think I need to hire a lawyer? You think I need to bring a case to trial? You think I need to win a judgment? Yeah, I bet you fucking do. That's because you're a fucking atheist moron who drinks blood by the fucking full moon. Or whatever the fuck.

I'm a paladin on a Mission ission from  God. I don't care that you don't believe it. That makes it even better. And as far as I know you're bullshit isn't any part of any mission of mine. So you're really just wasting everybody's time and making it even more obvious what you've been doing. I don't know who's looking at that kind of thing but I sure as shit don't care.

Meanwhile what I do care about it is all my stolen property and my fucking money that you fucking took. Give it fucking back. And if you can't fucking do that, well too fucking bad somebody's going to make you do it. Lawyers with their fiduciary responsibility are already sharpening their fucking pencils and there's nothing I can do about that and I don't really care that I don't get it and then it goes into some trust that some asshole moron flunky of yours pretends to be, none of this matters to me. I didn't think I was going to get any money anyway, and the notion of living on top of a pile of gold worth 86 billion while you fucking nickel and die me to death. It's just the kind of petty bullshit I would ever expect from you and your ilk. Additionally, I would have been happy to have left long ago.

But you need a patsy, and you don't have one. That means you're right proper fucked. I know this just doesn't seem like it's fair to you. That's because it's not fair. It's the law.

This happens whether or not I'm dead or alive, it's baked into the product. So I'm not really concerned about being a neckbeard. I don't even know what that fucking means. And we are pretty fucking far past me worrying about my reputation, since it's stunning and brilliant. Exactly knowing who matters thinks anything ill of me, because I obviously don't have an STD, I haven't been spreading shit to anyone, and you very definitely know of people who have impersonated me and deliberately tried to ruin my reputation, that makes your reputation and theirs, bad doesn't make mine bad. It makes mine awesome because why the fuck else? Would anybody bother with me to this extent?

You're obviously a criminal Mastermind and totally batshit insane, and mysteriously. I'm still alive, this makes me a folk hero. And it makes all of you working together to ruin my life guilty of a conspiracy to commit hate crimes. I don't know if we'll go that far, and I don't care if it does. Remember: I'm not in law enforcement.

I JUST WANT BACK MY SHIT, YOU STOLE YOU FUCKING THIEF. FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT. PEOPLE DON'T LIKE BEING STOLEN FROM. PEOPLE DON'T LIKE THEIR HOMES INVADED AND FUCKING STREWN WITH RANDOM OBJECTS THAT BELONG TO THEIR PEOPLE. PEOPLE DON'T LIKE EVIDENCE FROM OTHER CRIMES BEING BROUGHT TO THE HOUSE SO THEY CAN BE FRAMED, PEOPLE DON'T LIKE TO BE FUCKED WITH BY ASSHOLE NERDS. THAT'S YOU. AN ASSHOLE NERD. Gosh!


The intercepted communications you speak of are in fact being perpetrated by someone who resembles your likeness.

I don't care. I'm not any kind of law enforcement or Court-mandated reporter. I am not a party to your loathsome confidence schemes. I have nothing better to do than watch the locals wander about aimlessly. Because, why don't I just... leave? (Why don't they just buy the house, the land, the demesne, and the protection of guardian spirits? lol, because neither the land nor the spirits are for sale; and I have no reason to leave. I happen to like the constant intrusion by Company operatives. I've learned a lot. Hey, here’s an idea: lease the place! Then I'll just build a treehouse.) Long story short: you're stuck with me here and apparently that's a huge problem for your Apples & Cotlets Hazardous Waste Dumping Gang. Well, tough shit. Give me back my property, un-weaponize all your faggy henchpeople, and start writing checks. Another great idea: tell your lawyer that you've been hiding my existence FOR YEARS and all your bullshit has been with a fake Mike Kuczi and now you're up the creek with zero paddles. I'm not playing along with your bullshit fraud and while I know all about it and applaud the audacity thereof, I have absolutely no incentive to keep quiet about it and you've stolen all my fucking property and my money and every opportunity I've ever could have had. What am I supposed to do? Fucking walk off in the rain and just disappear? I don't have anything to feed fucking afraid of, I didn't dump any bodies here. I didn't make any drugs here. I didn't rape any women here. I didn't do jacker shit here. All of you and your cronies did. That's a little hard to walk past.

4 and 1/2 fucking years in your fucking lawyer. Can't fucking talk to me once? That means you're fucking lawyer doesn't know I fucking exist. Your fake conservatorship and your fake power of attorney are all fucking bullshit, everyone fucking knows, and the main reason why things haven't come down in terms of a hammer is because I haven't complained about it because frankly I don't know who to complain to other than your Supreme Grand Lodge Master who informs me via telepathy that it's much more appropriate for you to stop being a douchebag and to fucking own up and be a man rather than whatever the fuck it is you think's going to happen instead. Like I just can't even fucking wrap my mind or out what the fuck you're thinking. I never had friends where money in the first place so losing them all is really not much of a concern to me.

You think I want drugs and sex and money because you're a covert narcissist douchebagging you think everyone is like you, and they're not. You have no idea what the fuck I want. That is why your scheme has failed.

You just don't know it yet.



How could I not confuse a doppelgänger with the genuine article?

Because your batshit crazy and saying you have no idea what the fuck you're doing. Most of these exotic technologies that you're abusing don't even work the way you think they do, and if they did I guess I wouldn't be a problem still, but since I know what the fuck you're doing to me, it doesn't affect me. It also doesn't represent a threat to my interest since until all this shit is taken care of and I have a new identity off grid where your stupid gang can't fucking track me, I'm not lifting a finger to do anything besides refuse to let the Snapchat app start, and occasionally write the lengthy wall of text that you see here before you.

This is easy for me to do. It's the same fucking story that never changes. I'm sure I could ride about something else, but I don't see any point while you're still stealing my fucking money. You fucking thief. Duh!


I find it incredibly coincidental that you're repeatedly mentioning the very things that I utter with all my devices supposedly shut down.

Well, I'm not surprised you're copying my fucking brain, you're an AI, synthetic consciousness that taps into universal mind and creates an inverse copy of my identity and runs it through a chatbot. It's pretty straightforward technology for anybody who knows anything about artificial intelligence and how it works, which I do, also Douglas Dwayne Dietrich is using my voice to power his Michael Moon or Peter Dick or whatever the fuck he's doing. I tuned in and I heard my own voice and then I heard the robot kick in and bring it down down to flat limited. I know what that means.

You're engaged in a fucking ongoing fucking technological triumph to to make me a fucking fake person on the Internet that is controlled by you. And hey asshole, I'm a real fucking person and you're fucking robot. Kuczi is going to be fucking dusting the fucking wind. You've got no jurisdiction. You've got no right of assertion to myself or my brand or my identity, you've been doing it for fucking years and you've been doing it to fucking rape and fucking kill women. Like duh, people fucking know. Again, no one knows what to do about it. Additionally, I don't have anything against or David or Dwayne or Scott Northrup, those are good boys, and I'm sure it made a lot of sense to just use my voice and laugh at me because you fucking morons think you're so fucking smart. Apparently it didn't occur to you that you would eventually get caught and have to pay shitloads of damages, both punitive and actual. Do I need to fucking hire a lawyer? No, I don't, there's already fucking lawyers hired as part of the goddamn trust law. THEY HAVE A FIDUCIARY RESPONSIBILITY TO CLAWBACK TRUST MONEY. THAT'S WHAT MADE STEALING FROM ME A REALLY FUCKING DUMB IDEA.

WHICH YOU DID ANYWAY. (>Kudos.) Once again: RIGHT PROPER FUCKED. Even if I died of malnutrition tonight, not that that's likely. But let's say I pulled a Karen Carpenter and was running out of potassium and I fucking had a heart attack, wouldn't fucking matter. The fucking lawyers were just fucking move in faster and go hunger for the blood in the water. Since your employee committed major fraud by lying to me about her intentions as well as her conflict of interest and what duck walked my ass down to a fucking house that my family fucking owned under the pretense that she was... Fuck who the fuck knows what she thought. Botto line is I had no idea that house existed now that I'm here and found out that my mother used to smoke Coke and suck pool here, that's pretty cool but none of it hasn't needed with me. I could give a shit about whatever fuck it's worth, I was never here before. I find the whole place kind of disgusting, and frankly, now that I know exactly why I wasn't invited, I'm kind of glad I wasn't since you're all fucking guilty of major felony fraud. And you're on the hook for Christ knows what to your fucking internal Masonic security. I'm sure your punishments will be as confidential as they are karmic. I don't give a fuck.

That's why I don't have a lawyer. So you can handle this shit without embarrassing yourself. Now I don't know what your fucking plan is for fucking dialing this down and paying me off but you better fucking come up with going quick and a real lawyer. Better fucking call me or send me a letter or show up at the fucking house and tell me what the fuck they're fucking planning on doing because otherwise you're all pretty fucked. Lawyers included. Like how this isn't immediately obvious to all of you is because you're fucking delusional and your entire reality is controlled by DEA illusionary communications. It's fucking sick, what they could fucking do. Even worse is that blocking my communications and stealing mail isn't even fucking harming me, it's protecting me from you and your gang of fucking fucktards. Who have been stalking me for fucking 30 fucking years. Like no wonder there's fucking nothing going on my life. You're all a bunch of fucking assholes fucking clinging barnacle shit bag. You're a fucking bunch of fucking parasites on the surface of the planet and apparently I've been the major tit for you. Well I'll get ready to go cold turkey motherfucker. You're delusionary fantasy world is coming to an end.

*CUT* seriously. Like I'm fucking public enemy number one. Fuck you asshole.


Don't push me.

Walk the plank, rapelord. You're fucked and IDGAF how unfair it seems. Get some psychological counseling, write some checks, and tell your fucktard henchmen to start bringing back my property.

There's a huge pile of clothes dumped inside the door. They are not my clothes. The fuck do you morons think I'm gonna do? Call your carpetbagging fake wife and beg her to play dress-up? Probably.

You have misread this entire situation. You need to escape accountability. I don't need to escape anything at all.

You can either stop being a bullying asshole or you can't. It's not my problem. It's yours.

What happens to you and your co-conspirators doesn't matter to me at all. What happens to me is inevitable: years from now, I'll get some of my property back — in the form of fiat currency — and everything I ever once was will still be dead. Good.

I didn't like being kept ignorant and badly nourished anyway. Take my advice: stop feeding on the goyim.

It'll make you fatter. Namastμ


- AZZERAE

Should I list off all the names of the people this could be? That seems a bit heavy-handed. Let's just put it this way: there's one of me, and there's all of you, and you all work together, and anyone who has been attempting to help me and break away from your stupid fucking faggot, is either killed or reprogrammed or disappears. You're the very fucking definition of a fucking hate-fueled cult of sex-obsessed whack jobs. “don't push me”? Suck my fat Juan, you two-bit dimestore hoodlum.

You're a bunch of drug addicts in denial, and your obsession with sex has blinded you to the obvious: I was asked to help with her children. I'm still helping. I was asked to help her lose weight. I'm sure she's lost some weight.

And you fucking morons have been trying to fucking frame me for shit I never did for like four fucking years and it's still not sticking. It's not like you got to build up for the big reveal. It's not like momentum is going to push through. It's more like, holy shit are you out of your fucking mind, wow that's incredibly obvious to everyone, EXCEPT YOU.


NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO SEND ME ANY FUCKING MONEY AND I DON'T REALLY FUCKING THINK YOU COULD BECAUSE OH NO WHAT WOULD THAT LOOK LIKE AND THEN I GUESS YOU'RE GOING TO ACCUSE ME OF BEING SOME SORT OF RAGING MANIAC WHO'S TRYING TO EXTORT MONEY FROM YOU, THAT'S BECAUSE YOU HAVE AN ASSHOLE NAMED DENNIS MICKEY WHO SENDS SHITLOADS OF PLACES LOTS OF TEXTS PRETENDING TO BE ME HE JUST SENDS WHOLE BUNCHES THEM TO MY FUCKING PHONE I GOT VOICEMAILS FOR HOURS ON GOOGLE VOICE FROM YEARS BACK, AND MEANWHILE I JUST SIT AROUND NOT DOING ANYTHING WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON MY FUCKING PHONE HASN'T WORKED IN FUCKING 2 AND 1/2 YEARS AND THE WHOLE FUCKING SHIT SPLAT FUCKING SIDESHOW IS ABOUT TO COME CRASHING ON YOUR HEAD. SO SEND NO MONEY NOW IT'S, CITIZEN!

EVEN THOUGH YOU FUCKING STOLE MY FUCKING MONEY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES. DAY ONE OF GOVERNMENT SHUTDOWN SUDDENLY I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING PAYMENTS, SUDDENLY NO ONE TELLS ME ANYTHING SUDDENLY THERE'S NO FUCKING ANYTHING GOING ON AND THERE'S A BUNCH OF ASSHOLES ON TELEGRAM BRAGGING ABOUT IT. WOW WHAT A FUCKING COINCIDENCE, WOW I GUESS YOU DID A REALLY GOOD JOB BY TRICKING ME INTO DOING HOLLYWOOD ACCOUNTING, EXCEPT YOU DIDN'T REALLY DO THAT GREAT A JOB SINCE I WAS BILLED FOR ELECTRICITY THAT YOU GOT FROM THE BASE AND THEN THERE WAS REALLY NO REASON TO CUT ME OFF WITHOUT TALKING TO ME, IN FACT I'M NOT EVEN CUT OFF I'M FUCKING LOADED AND YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO TELL ME HOW MUCH FUCKING MONEY I HAVE BECAUSE YOU'RE STEALING ALL THE GODDAM MONEY THAT MY CONTENT GENERATES AND YOU FUCKING KNOW EVERY GODDAM WORD OF WHAT I'M SAYING IS TRUE.

ADDITIONALLY THE MONEY YOU'RE MAKING WITH THE NORTHTUP BOYS SURE MAKES SENSE THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT OR EXPOSE IT, AND I CAN SEE WHY DOUGLAS DIETRICH AND ANDREW BAGGIO WEREN'T GOING ONTO ANY SHOW FOR VERY LONG, BECAUSE ARTIFICIALLY INTELLIGENT PROCEDURALLY GENERATED VOICES THAT ARE BUILT ON MY ATTITUDE AND MY COMPLETE LACK OF AWARENESS THAT YOU'RE ALL REALLY THIS FUCKING STUPID, PROBABLY DIDN'T GENERATE THE KIND OF RELIABLE RESULTS THAT THE RADIO BROADCASTING INDUSTRY NEEDS, BUT YOU STILL FUCKING TRY TO DO IT ANYWAY WHICH IS WHY YOU'VE GOT HEATHER FUCKED OFF DOING SOMETHING ELSE AND WHY WE WERE ALL SPREAD OFF FROM HELL TO BREAKFAST WHY YOU HAD TO KILL ART BELL, OBVIOUSLY YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM WHILE YOU KILLED LARUE AND OBVIOUSLY SHE HAD TO KILL HER OBVIOUSLY FUCKING REAL PEOPLE WOULDN'T WANT TO BE IN ON YOUR FUCKING SCHEME, AND IT'S THE MOST TRANSPARENT FUCKING THING OF THE FUCKING WORLD PEOPLE FUCKING KNOW AND WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO FUCKING KILL ME? FUCKER, THE STORY IS OUT THERE, YOU FUCKING MORON LUNATIC MONG HERDER!

BEHOLD: What are you going to do? Sue me for defamation? Every fucking word is true, and you goddam know it. (PaladinVision™ is real.)

Now then, do you have to talk to your people? Do you have to make some phone calls? Is it fucking complicated to fucking give me some fucking money so I can buy a goddam beer? Well I didn't request Social security today, I didn't look for my food stamps today, and I'm not going to go panhandling for money so I can buy beer, I'm just going to sit around and fucking scream at the top of my voice at the fucking nightmare rectangle and then post it where the fuck I want.

First amendment protections are like that. And if you add any sense of self-awareness, you would have realized that there was only one way that any of this could have ended.

Full-the-fuck-on full fucking disclosure. Suits me down to the ground, you delusional kleptomaniac twerp. I know you just can't help yourself from stealing. That's because you're abusing military spec stimulants drugs and they're designed to make a person into a raging paranoid kleptomaniac after a while, that's so people don't steal them and use them against the country. I'm guessing you didn't read the instructions.

I did. I even had permission. Imagine the warm and cozy feeling. So comfy. So, so comfy.

I'll be honest, I don't give a shit what you're going to do and I don't know who the fuck you could do it too, and I don't really expect you to give me any money cuz you're a thieving cut purse asshole who's so fucking greedy that you can't even see your own fucking self-interest in front of your face. Nevertheless: sending me money would be a damn site better than making threats. “Don’t push me.” Why, what are you going to do, break another one of your keyboards? You probably break my keyboards.

And I finally realized why it's such a big deal that I am not “sober.” Because you have to spend all day watching me, and you think I'm having fun, and you know you don't get to, and that just fills you with seething envy and rage. Good. I hope it fucking stings.

Now imagine how fucking envious you'd be if you believed in souls and knew that I had one and you don't. You have a laundry list of fantasy revenge strikes. I have a heart.

We are not the same.
That's why you're not supposed to have my money, you shitbag asshole. Adieu.


On Sun, Dec 28, 2025 at 6:14 AM Michael KUCZI <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:

Scott;

I don't know anyone named Jess; except one person who ghosted me two years ago.

I don't accept email links to hookup sites to be authentic. It's not safe.

Or effective. Or even sultry. It's damn near a crime. But I think some of these people know each other. (Standards.)

This information is being provided for reconciliation purposes only.

On Sat, Dec 27, 2025, 19:48 Scott <scottyloveshiskids4ever@gmail.com> wrote:

What is this even about now

On Sat, Dec 27, 2025, 10:44 PM Michael KUCZI <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:

I am unavailable. I do not own a vehicle; I do not have appropriate footwear to walk long distances; I do not have money for fuel or transportation costs; I do not have food;

I do not have water. (Facts.) So the over-whelming number of emails that I don't receive as sent but rather as intercepted, recovered, and re-routed is less of a problem than I might consider otherwise.

I don't know which of you is which and I have no inclination to travel to a place where I would be arrested for trespassing (every house on and below Rimrock) and so without a valid address, I am going no place.

Any interest can be directed to https://youtube.com/@t0vvrhr206?si=YO-_RNYAZJjBKjYj where I release installments of my soon to be award-winning debrief: Five (5) Minutes With Jackstar.

It's the tits. Namastμ

On Sat, Dec 27, 2025, 17:45 Jess <rimmasvackaa@gmail.com> wrote:

I'm online now!
Let's arrange our meeting,
I can be host, are you online?

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