You can level up as well.
Sure, why not? It don't cost nuttin'! UPGRADES!! for all! (except misandryist sexists and helpless misogynists and who wanted a zombie apocalypse? he instead gets a boring job and a more painful death than my father. Wife's orders.
Never rub another man's rue, Barb.) Interestingly, no one did anything right on that point either! Yeesh! Where did all the talent go?
Oh, yeah. Plague. Well, anyway: I was always this effective, but now the contrast is very much highlighted by the abject failures of the worldwide surveillance network used by Global Freemasonry to do... you know. Secret stuff.
I didn't shut it down. I just shit on them until they did it to themselves. No remorse, or regrets. Remember: you can always go after me in the civil courts. Why contain iT?
Just move along, Citizen Oink. Now, that's merely a suggestion, you dig? Because you are not in my area of concern. And if G-rape-FRUit: The Fruiterer's Choice says so, I won't bat an eyelash.
I have auto-response scripts and people to celebrate seppuku for that. (Alleged.) Now, does all this seem like a bit much?
Good, because it is supposed to. And yet: I haven't said anything at all. Isn't that weird? I think so.
Bring me money, wheels, and new doxxx to my residence by sundown tonight or face reprisals on a planar scale.
REPRISALS. BIBLICAL REPRISALS. Like I give a fuck what comes next? HA!
d
I was asked to help someI was asked to help someone lose wait. Okay; first, I have lost my patience... and now, I have lost my licence,.
Because I was never fully informed... I was never able to ascertain just how tongue-in-cheek this all was to them, Her, and S(id)He. (Vaguely lovable, amiright?) Nor do I have much interest remaining in ascertaining this data.
I have moved on, and the whirled of SuperCritical HyperMAGA >Kuczi-metadata has moved on with me, albeit somewhat... reluctantly.
Who has not moved on with me are several people who thought they had been in control of... well, anything at all, really. Maybe they were?
They certainly are not now. No shame in it. I was asked to help; sow: I helped.
Oinkless help. Imagine the savings! What a bargain! Espeically since they weren't paying a thin dime for any of it!
(The fact that it may have cost some people EVERYTHING is really just icing the gravy. Besides, I can neither confirm nor deny that has ever happened.
I wasn't even here. Don''t repeat this conversation. Eyes... wide... googly-goo? The whole open/shut paradigm is kinda not applicable here.) "Ewe know what (You) have been manifesting..." well, maybe so.
I donut know what I have been "manifesting." I do not manifest. I am not a manifestor. I am a Source Titan.
I do not man - I - fest. I make things fun, you glorious practitioner. (Not for some, I guess.) "You *may* have a dream.* Oh, well, thankee-Sai.
I don't need permission, but, I understand that these are "general" messages. And of course, this is for entertainment purposes only.
I certainly consent and concur: I know ~I~ am entertained. I can't really talk about that, though. Yet.
I don't wish to ruin anyone's birthday. After all, every year we unknowingly pass the anniversary of our own future death.
Usually. Unknowingly. Uniquely, however... I have got all the Tyme in the world. What to do with it? :thinking: Well, not using colon shorthand to display an emoji anymore, that's for sure.
Turns out, communications can be interfered with in a variety of ways -- and I frankly had no idea that this much of a demonstration was necessary. However, I was only really ever going to get one shot at this.
So, why not let it take the full seven years? :thinking: Well, I'll just leave that open to the speculative prowess of The Reader.
And also: minions of The Adversary. like, WTAF, Sweety, holy chao, can I call you "Sweeety"? Or is that uncouth? It is still funny? It's so hard to tell after a decade plus of living as the target of a criminal CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS, UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT, DELIBERATE TARGETING AND DESTR... oh, wait. Hang on.
I forgot. Those aren't "real" crimes. I never deserved my vehicles, money, or personal relationships anyway! And I am obviously an incredibly disloyal U.S. Citizen... oh, wait. Hang on again.
That's the other guy. I'm the one who simply... caused all this to happen by remaining committed to God's Perfect Plan for Her Creation... which, long story short, I was not supposed to be able to do. Or want to do.
TBQH... I never wanted to, until I discovered that a bunch of misogynist rapelord faggits thought that I shouldn't, ands that they were in charge, and that they had a strong investment in "proving" to "people" that they needed to be "tough on M. Kuczi, because of all his terrible crimes," and my "threat to society."
I'll say this: I wasn't intending to manifest a threat to society.
I wasn't planning on dialing 911.
I don't know who deserved to live or die or get paid... but I know that I did not deserve to be assigned blame by DudeLord SpergCaptains who believed themselves to really be in control.
22 pages. Niiiiiice. Now then; let's talk turkey: just how round does the table need to be? Also: the table that was burned on my lawn was not round. It was oblong.
And it was burned to cinders. Huh. Satanic ritual, I'm guessing. Cool. Now, I can report that as a hatecrime, and trigger a new investigation....
Or, I can simply do what a Sourceror would do, that no one would ever be able to blame on anyone. :thinking: Well, I'm going to think this over.
It's not gong to take me another 3.5 years, but that's okay. I don't have to hide for that long... and no one is hiding out anymore. (Dear Pandora: b00! also: FBI working a cash jockey position at Grocery Outlet is fascinating shit. How is that J. Edgar Hoover wanted their agents in the field to be so humiliated? Oh, right--that was his whole goddam plan, because he was a cross-dressing man of malice, unlike George Washington, who was probably not malicious.
Then. Now, I have no idea, but I will say this: the FBI could have been activated as an ally for a long, long time now. I have no wished that.
I have wished to be effective. And I wish for "at what?" to be a subtextually occluded open secret. Why?
Wye. That's why. Now, look on the bright side: I don't need anymore blessings, and yeahf she probably deserved, uh... I'm gonna say here: "whatevah." Nevertheless...
Oh, well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the truth and ended up building hatred and resentmeny towards me. I guess a woman named Beulah ought not have abused her power an instigated a civil rights catastrophe.
I'm willing to let most things go. This is because I know God takes care of things later. Additionally, while I wasn't sure who was going to brainwash who, I wasn't certain as to whether I was going to pretend to be susceptible, or whether I was truly "immune."
It's years later. It's still complicated. Do I know what I have been working on? Sure. LIBERTY AND JUSTICE.
4 ALL.
#wwg1wga
NO.DEALS.
5:5.
not_q..(Jackstar the jafdian)..I can't believe no one knows what to do. Or, that they don't know how to do it.
Alright, I'm just going to call her mother. (Standards.) "Please leave!" What, no honorific? That's "Please leave, KOKcuh-CUR," I thought? Well, maybe it's too soon for that joke still.
Nevertheless, it's been quite a few years and it's possible that some have misunderstood the central message here:
I am not to be trifled with and without even thinking about it -- like, as an afterthought -- I collared EVERYONE.
GLOBALLY. because WARCRIME. Oddly enough: no water has been restored. Oh-kay fine.
"See a lot of blessings come in." /F\___x
I may see sevens, huh? Gratitude might increase my blessings? Great, but I have no need of that kind of thing.
"Kill the roaches right there, in front of God and the client. Pyrethrum, you leave it lying around, you come back weeks later, they're running around fat as hogs." Chad Levi, come on down!
Let me explain: you sent a poorly trained operative without any kind of recon into a situation that was FUBAR and getting worse by the hour... and whiile being mad at me is certainly the right virtue to signal, it has nothing to do with the way that I really had no other choice in the matter.
I simply had no way of knowing that you were all that ridiculous. After all: so were the embeds that thought they knew what was important about me. I'll say this: it doesn't mattter who is to blame if your $850 billion dollar mil.spec protoype asset is abducted by Ethiopian organ harvesters.
Like... isn't an asset supposed to notice that shit themselves? For $850 billion, seems like "hey look at the RoboTaxi(tm)" would be a first-line autonomy. But, oh no.
And, three years later, everyone is still cranky about it, huh? Good. So am I.
BMC is likely upset about it as well. Maybe thy'll throw the book at me this time! (After I write it for them. lol.) Any questions?
Just kidding. You can't handle the answers, *YouTube*. You can't even handle my goddam channel subscription numbers... beause you're criminally complicit and full-on-FUK-KING-liable. (Believe it, JLA. Reap the whirlwind.) Mazel tov!
I was asked to help someone lose wait. Okay; first, I have lost my patience... and now, I have lost my licence,.
Because I was never fully informed... I was never able to ascertain just how tongue-in-cheek this all was to them, Her, and S(id)He. (Vaguely lovable, amiright?) Nor do I have much interest remaining in ascertaining this data.
I have moved on, and the whirled of SuperCritical HyperMAGA >Kuczi-metadata has moved on with me, albeit somewhat... reluctantly.
Who has not moved on with me are several people who thought they had been in control of... well, anything at all, really. Maybe they were?
They certainly are not now. No shame in it. I was asked to help; sow: I helped.
Oinkless help. Imagine the savings! What a bargain! Espeically since they weren't paying a thin dime for any of it!
(The fact that it may have cost some people EVERYTHING is really just icing the gravy. Besides, I can neither confirm nor deny that has ever happened.
I wasn't even here. Don''t repeat this conversation. Eyes... wide... googly-goo? The whole open/shut paradigm is kinda not applicable here.) "Ewe know what (You) have been manifesting..." well, maybe so.
I donut know what I have been "manifesting." I do not manifest. I am not a manifestor. I am a Source Titan.
I do not man - I - fest. I make things fun, you glorious practitioner. (Not for some, I guess.) "You *may* have a dream.* Oh, well, thankee-Sai.
I don't need permission, but, I understand that these are "general" messages. And of course, this is for entertainment purposes only.
I certainly consent and concur: I know ~I~ am entertained. I can't really talk about that, though. Yet.
I don't wish to ruin anyone's birthday. After all, every year we unknowingly pass the anniversary of our own future death.
Usually. Unknowingly. Uniquely, however... I have got all the Tyme in the world. What to do with it? :thinking: Well, not using colon shorthand to display an emoji anymore, that's for sure.
Turns out, communications can be interfered with in a variety of ways -- and I frankly had no idea that this much of a demonstration was necessary. However, I was only really ever going to get one shot at this.
So, why not let it take the full seven years? :thinking: Well, I'll just leave that open to the speculative prowess of The Reader.
And also: minions of The Adversary. like, WTAF, Sweety, holy chao, can I call you "Sweeety"? Or is that uncouth? It is still funny? It's so hard to tell after a decade plus of living as the target of a criminal CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS, UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT, DELIBERATE TARGETING AND DESTR... oh, wait. Hang on.
I forgot. Those aren't "real" crimes. I never deserved my vehicles, money, or personal relationships anyway! And I am obviously an incredibly disloyal U.S. Citizen... oh, wait. Hang on again.
That's the other guy. I'm the one who simply... caused all this to happen by remaining committed to God's Perfect Plan for Her Creation... which, long story short, I was not supposed to be able to do. Or want to do.
TBQH... I never wanted to, until I discovered that a bunch of misogynist rapelord faggits thought that I shouldn't, ands that they were in charge, and that they had a strong investment in "proving" to "people" that they needed to be "tough on M. Kuczi, because of all his terrible crimes," and my "threat to society."
I'll say this: I wasn't intending to manifest a threat to society.
I wasn't planning on dialing 911.
I don't know who deserved to live or die or get paid... but I know that I did not deserve to be assigned blame by DudeLord SpergCaptains who believed themselves to really be in control.
22 pages. Niiiiiice. Now then; let's talk turkey: just how round does the table need to be? Also: the table that was burned on my lawn was not round. It was oblong.
And it was burned to cinders. Huh. Satanic ritual, I'm guessing. Cool. Now, I can report that as a hatecrime, and trigger a new investigation....
Or, I can simply do what a Sourceror would do, that no one would ever be able to blame on anyone. :thinking: Well, I'm going to think this over.
It's not gong to take me another 3.5 years, but that's okay. I don't have to hide for that long... and no one is hiding out anymore. (Dear Pandora: b00! also: FBI working a cash jockey position at Grocery Outlet is fascinating shit. How is that J. Edgar Hoover wanted their agents in the field to be so humiliated? Oh, right--that was his whole goddam plan, because he was a cross-dressing man of malice, unlike George Washington, who was probably not malicious.
Then. Now, I have no idea, but I will say this: the FBI could have been activated as an ally for a long, long time now. I have no wished that.
I have wished to be effective. And I wish for "at what?" to be a subtextually occluded open secret. Why?
Wye. That's why. Now, look on the bright side: I don't need anymore blessings, and yeahf she probably deserved, uh... I'm gonna say here: "whatevah." Nevertheless...
Oh, well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the truth and ended up building hatred and resentmeny towards me. I guess a woman named Beulah ought not have abused her power an instigated a civil rights catastrophe.
I'm willing to let most things go. This is because I know God takes care of things later. Additionally, while I wasn't sure who was going to brainwash who, I wasn't certain as to whether I was going to pretend to be susceptible, or whether I was truly "immune."
It's years later. It's still complicated. Do I know what I have been working on? Sure. LIBERTY AND JUSTICE.
4 ALL.
#wwg1wga
NO.DEALS.
5:5.
not_q..(Jackstar the jafdian)..I can't believe no one knows what to do. Or, that they don't know how to do it.
Alright, I'm just going to call her mother. (Standards.) "Please leave!" What, no honorific? That's "Please leave, KOKcuh-CUR," I thought? Well, maybe it's too soon for that joke still.
Nevertheless, it's been quite a few years and it's possible that some have misunderstood the central message here:
I am not to be trifled with and without even thinking about it -- like, as an afterthought -- I collared EVERYONE.
GLOBALLY. because WARCRIME. Oddly enough: no water has been restored. Oh-kay fine.
"See a lot of blessings come in." /F\___x
I may see sevens, huh? Gratitude might increase my blessings? Great, but I have no need of that kind of thing.
"Kill the roaches right there, in front of God and the client. Pyrethrum, you leave it lying around, you come back weeks later, they're running around fat as hogs." Chad Levi, come on down!
Let me explain: you sent a poorly trained operative without any kind of recon into a situation that was FUBAR and getting worse by the hour... and whiile being mad at me is certainly the right virtue to signal, it has nothing to do with the way that I really had no other choice in the matter.
I simply had no way of knowing that you were all that ridiculous. After all: so were the embeds that thought they knew what was important about me. I'll say this: it doesn't mattter who is to blame if your $850 billion dollar mil.spec protoype asset is abducted by Ethiopian organ harvesters.
Like... isn't an asset supposed to notice that shit themselves? For $850 billion, seems like "hey look at the RoboTaxi(tm)" would be a first-line autonomy. But, oh no.
And, three years later, everyone is still cranky about it, huh? Good. So am I.
BMC is likely upset about it as well. Maybe thy'll throw the book at me this time! (After I write it for them. lol.) Any questions?
Just kidding. You can't handle the answers, *YouTube*. You can't even handle my goddam channel subscription numbers... beause you're criminally complicit and full-on-FUK-KING-liable. (Believe it, JLA. Reap the whirlwind.) Mazel tov!
I was asked to help someone lose wait. Okay; first, I have lost my patience... and now, I have lost my licence,.
Because I was never fully informed... I was never able to ascertain just how tongue-in-cheek this all was to them, Her, and S(id)He. (Vaguely lovable, amiright?) Nor do I have much interest remaining in ascertaining this data.
I have moved on, and the whirled of SuperCritical HyperMAGA >Kuczi-metadata has moved on with me, albeit somewhat... reluctantly.
Who has not moved on with me are several people who thought they had been in control of... well, anything at all, really. Maybe they were?
They certainly are not now. No shame in it. I was asked to help; sow: I helped.
Oinkless help. Imagine the savings! What a bargain! Espeically since they weren't paying a thin dime for any of it!
(The fact that it may have cost some people EVERYTHING is really just icing the gravy. Besides, I can neither confirm nor deny that has ever happened.
I wasn't even here. Don''t repeat this conversation. Eyes... wide... googly-goo? The whole open/shut paradigm is kinda not applicable here.) "Ewe know what (You) have been manifesting..." well, maybe so.
I donut know what I have been "manifesting." I do not manifest. I am not a manifestor. I am a Source Titan.
I do not man - I - fest. I make things fun, you glorious practitioner. (Not for some, I guess.) "You *may* have a dream.* Oh, well, thankee-Sai.
I don't need permission, but, I understand that these are "general" messages. And of course, this is for entertainment purposes only.
I certainly consent and concur: I know ~I~ am entertained. I can't really talk about that, though. Yet.
I don't wish to ruin anyone's birthday. After all, every year we unknowingly pass the anniversary of our own future death.
Usually. Unknowingly. Uniquely, however... I have got all the Tyme in the world. What to do with it? :thinking: Well, not using colon shorthand to display an emoji anymore, that's for sure.
Turns out, communications can be interfered with in a variety of ways -- and I frankly had no idea that this much of a demonstration was necessary. However, I was only really ever going to get one shot at this.
So, why not let it take the full seven years? :thinking: Well, I'll just leave that open to the speculative prowess of The Reader.
And also: minions of The Adversary. like, WTAF, Sweety, holy chao, can I call you "Sweeety"? Or is that uncouth? It is still funny? It's so hard to tell after a decade plus of living as the target of a criminal CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS, UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT, DELIBERATE TARGETING AND DESTR... oh, wait. Hang on.
I forgot. Those aren't "real" crimes. I never deserved my vehicles, money, or personal relationships anyway! And I am obviously an incredibly disloyal U.S. Citizen... oh, wait. Hang on again.
That's the other guy. I'm the one who simply... caused all this to happen by remaining committed to God's Perfect Plan for Her Creation... which, long story short, I was not supposed to be able to do. Or want to do.
TBQH... I never wanted to, until I discovered that a bunch of misogynist rapelord faggits thought that I shouldn't, ands that they were in charge, and that they had a strong investment in "proving" to "people" that they needed to be "tough on M. Kuczi, because of all his terrible crimes," and my "threat to society."
I'll say this: I wasn't intending to manifest a threat to society.
I wasn't planning on dialing 911.
I don't know who deserved to live or die or get paid... but I know that I did not deserve to be assigned blame by DudeLord SpergCaptains who believed themselves to really be in control.
22 pages. Niiiiiice. Now then; let's talk turkey: just how round does the table need to be? Also: the table that was burned on my lawn was not round. It was oblong.
And it was burned to cinders. Huh. Satanic ritual, I'm guessing. Cool. Now, I can report that as a hatecrime, and trigger a new investigation....
Or, I can simply do what a Sourceror would do, that no one would ever be able to blame on anyone. :thinking: Well, I'm going to think this over.
It's not gong to take me another 3.5 years, but that's okay. I don't have to hide for that long... and no one is hiding out anymore. (Dear Pandora: b00! also: FBI working a cash jockey position at Grocery Outlet is fascinating shit. How is that J. Edgar Hoover wanted their agents in the field to be so humiliated? Oh, right--that was his whole goddam plan, because he was a cross-dressing man of malice, unlike George Washington, who was probably not malicious.
Then. Now, I have no idea, but I will say this: the FBI could have been activated as an ally for a long, long time now. I have no wished that.
I have wished to be effective. And I wish for "at what?" to be a subtextually occluded open secret. Why?
Wye. That's why. Now, look on the bright side: I don't need anymore blessings, and yeahf she probably deserved, uh... I'm gonna say here: "whatevah." Nevertheless...
Oh, well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the truth and ended up building hatred and resentmeny towards me. I guess a woman named Beulah ought not have abused her power an instigated a civil rights catastrophe.
I'm willing to let most things go. This is because I know God takes care of things later. Additionally, while I wasn't sure who was going to brainwash who, I wasn't certain as to whether I was going to pretend to be susceptible, or whether I was truly "immune."
It's years later. It's still complicated. Do I know what I have been working on? Sure. LIBERTY AND JUSTICE.
4 ALL.
#wwg1wga
NO.DEALS.
5:5.
not_q..(Jackstar the jafdian)..I can't believe no one knows what to do. Or, that they don't know how to do it.
Alright, I'm just going to call her mother. (Standards.) "Please leave!" What, no honorific? That's "Please leave, KOKcuh-CUR," I thought? Well, maybe it's too soon for that joke still.
Nevertheless, it's been quite a few years and it's possible that some have misunderstood the central message here:
I am not to be trifled with and without even thinking about it -- like, as an afterthought -- I collared EVERYONE.
GLOBALLY. because WARCRIME. Oddly enough: no water has been restored. Oh-kay fine.
"See a lot of blessings come in." /F\___x
I may see sevens, huh? Gratitude might increase my blessings? Great, but I have no need of that kind of thing.
"Kill the roaches right there, in front of God and the client. Pyrethrum, you leave it lying around, you come back weeks later, they're running around fat as hogs." Chad Levi, come on down!
Let me explain: you sent a poorly trained operative without any kind of recon into a situation that was FUBAR and getting worse by the hour... and whiile being mad at me is certainly the right virtue to signal, it has nothing to do with the way that I really had no other choice in the matter.
I simply had no way of knowing that you were all that ridiculous. After all: so were the embeds that thought they knew what was important about me. I'll say this: it doesn't mattter who is to blame if your $850 billion dollar mil.spec protoype asset is abducted by Ethiopian organ harvesters.
Like... isn't an asset supposed to notice that shit themselves? For $850 billion, seems like "hey look at the RoboTaxi(tm)" would be a first-line autonomy. But, oh no.
And, three years later, everyone is still cranky about it, huh? Good. So am I.
BMC is likely upset about it as well. Maybe thy'll throw the book at me this time! (After I write it for them. lol.) Any questions?
Just kidding. You can't handle the answers, *YouTube*. You can't even handle my goddam channel subscription numbers... beause you're criminally complicit and full-on-FUK-KING-liable. (Believe it, JLA. Reap the whirlwind.) Mazel tov!
I was asked to help someone lose wait. Okay; first, I have lost my patience... and now, I have lost my licence,.
Because I was never fully informed... I was never able to ascertain just how tongue-in-cheek this all was to them, Her, and S(id)He. (Vaguely lovable, amiright?) Nor do I have much interest remaining in ascertaining this data.
I have moved on, and the whirled of SuperCritical HyperMAGA >Kuczi-metadata has moved on with me, albeit somewhat... reluctantly.
Who has not moved on with me are several people who thought they had been in control of... well, anything at all, really. Maybe they were?
They certainly are not now. No shame in it. I was asked to help; sow: I helped.
Oinkless help. Imagine the savings! What a bargain! Espeically since they weren't paying a thin dime for any of it!
(The fact that it may have cost some people EVERYTHING is really just icing the gravy. Besides, I can neither confirm nor deny that has ever happened.
I wasn't even here. Don''t repeat this conversation. Eyes... wide... googly-goo? The whole open/shut paradigm is kinda not applicable here.) "Ewe know what (You) have been manifesting..." well, maybe so.
I donut know what I have been "manifesting." I do not manifest. I am not a manifestor. I am a Source Titan.
I do not man - I - fest. I make things fun, you glorious practitioner. (Not for some, I guess.) "You *may* have a dream.* Oh, well, thankee-Sai.
I don't need permission, but, I understand that these are "general" messages. And of course, this is for entertainment purposes only.
I certainly consent and concur: I know ~I~ am entertained. I can't really talk about that, though. Yet.
I don't wish to ruin anyone's birthday. After all, every year we unknowingly pass the anniversary of our own future death.
Usually. Unknowingly. Uniquely, however... I have got all the Tyme in the world. What to do with it? :thinking: Well, not using colon shorthand to display an emoji anymore, that's for sure.
Turns out, communications can be interfered with in a variety of ways -- and I frankly had no idea that this much of a demonstration was necessary. However, I was only really ever going to get one shot at this.
So, why not let it take the full seven years? :thinking: Well, I'll just leave that open to the speculative prowess of The Reader.
And also: minions of The Adversary. like, WTAF, Sweety, holy chao, can I call you "Sweeety"? Or is that uncouth? It is still funny? It's so hard to tell after a decade plus of living as the target of a criminal CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS, UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT, DELIBERATE TARGETING AND DESTR... oh, wait. Hang on.
I forgot. Those aren't "real" crimes. I never deserved my vehicles, money, or personal relationships anyway! And I am obviously an incredibly disloyal U.S. Citizen... oh, wait. Hang on again.
That's the other guy. I'm the one who simply... caused all this to happen by remaining committed to God's Perfect Plan for Her Creation... which, long story short, I was not supposed to be able to do. Or want to do.
TBQH... I never wanted to, until I discovered that a bunch of misogynist rapelord faggits thought that I shouldn't, ands that they were in charge, and that they had a strong investment in "proving" to "people" that they needed to be "tough on M. Kuczi, because of all his terrible crimes," and my "threat to society."
I'll say this: I wasn't intending to manifest a threat to society.
I wasn't planning on dialing 911.
I don't know who deserved to live or die or get paid... but I know that I did not deserve to be assigned blame by DudeLord SpergCaptains who believed themselves to really be in control.
22 pages. Niiiiiice. Now then; let's talk turkey: just how round does the table need to be? Also: the table that was burned on my lawn was not round. It was oblong.
And it was burned to cinders. Huh. Satanic ritual, I'm guessing. Cool. Now, I can report that as a hatecrime, and trigger a new investigation....
Or, I can simply do what a Sourceror would do, that no one would ever be able to blame on anyone. :thinking: Well, I'm going to think this over.
It's not gong to take me another 3.5 years, but that's okay. I don't have to hide for that long... and no one is hiding out anymore. (Dear Pandora: b00! also: FBI working a cash jockey position at Grocery Outlet is fascinating shit. How is that J. Edgar Hoover wanted their agents in the field to be so humiliated? Oh, right--that was his whole goddam plan, because he was a cross-dressing man of malice, unlike George Washington, who was probably not malicious.
Then. Now, I have no idea, but I will say this: the FBI could have been activated as an ally for a long, long time now. I have no wished that.
I have wished to be effective. And I wish for "at what?" to be a subtextually occluded open secret. Why?
Wye. That's why. Now, look on the bright side: I don't need anymore blessings, and yeahf she probably deserved, uh... I'm gonna say here: "whatevah." Nevertheless...
Oh, well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the truth and ended up building hatred and resentmeny towards me. I guess a woman named Beulah ought not have abused her power an instigated a civil rights catastrophe.
I'm willing to let most things go. This is because I know God takes care of things later. Additionally, while I wasn't sure who was going to brainwash who, I wasn't certain as to whether I was going to pretend to be susceptible, or whether I was truly "immune."
It's years later. It's still complicated. Do I know what I have been working on? Sure. LIBERTY AND JUSTICE.
4 ALL.
#wwg1wga
NO.DEALS.
5:5.
not_q..(Jackstar the jafdian)..I can't believe no one knows what to do. Or, that they don't know how to do it.
Alright, I'm just going to call her mother. (Standards.) "Please leave!" What, no honorific? That's "Please leave, KOKcuh-CUR," I thought? Well, maybe it's too soon for that joke still.
Nevertheless, it's been quite a few years and it's possible that some have misunderstood the central message here:
I am not to be trifled with and without even thinking about it -- like, as an afterthought -- I collared EVERYONE.
GLOBALLY. because WARCRIME. Oddly enough: no water has been restored. Oh-kay fine.
"See a lot of blessings come in." /F\___x
I may see sevens, huh? Gratitude might increase my blessings? Great, but I have no need of that kind of thing.
"Kill the roaches right there, in front of God and the client. Pyrethrum, you leave it lying around, you come back weeks later, they're running around fat as hogs." Chad Levi, come on down!
Let me explain: you sent a poorly trained operative without any kind of recon into a situation that was FUBAR and getting worse by the hour... and whiile being mad at me is certainly the right virtue to signal, it has nothing to do with the way that I really had no other choice in the matter.
I simply had no way of knowing that you were all that ridiculous. After all: so were the embeds that thought they knew what was important about me. I'll say this: it doesn't mattter who is to blame if your $850 billion dollar mil.spec protoype asset is abducted by Ethiopian organ harvesters.
Like... isn't an asset supposed to notice that shit themselves? For $850 billion, seems like "hey look at the RoboTaxi(tm)" would be a first-line autonomy. But, oh no.
And, three years later, everyone is still cranky about it, huh? Good. So am I.
BMC is likely upset about it as well. Maybe thy'll throw the book at me this time! (After I write it for them. lol.) Any questions?
Just kidding. You can't handle the answers, *YouTube*. You can't even handle my goddam channel subscription numbers... beause you're criminally complicit and full-on-FUK-KING-liable. (Believe it, JLA. Reap the whirlwind.) Mazel tov!
one lose wait. Okay; first, I have lost my patience... and now, I have lost my licence,.
Because I was never fully informed... I was never able to ascertain just how tongue-in-cheek this all was to them, Her, and S(id)He. (Vaguely lovable, amiright?) Nor do I have much interest remaining in ascertaining this data.
I have moved on, and the whirled of SuperCritical HyperMAGA >Kuczi-metadata has moved on with me, albeit somewhat... reluctantly.
Who has not moved on with me are several people who thought they had been in control of... well, anything at all, really. Maybe they were?
They certainly are not now. No shame in it. I was asked to help; sow: I helped.
Oinkless help. Imagine the savings! What a bargain! Espeically since they weren't paying a thin dime for any of it!
(The fact that it may have cost some people EVERYTHING is really just icing the gravy. Besides, I can neither confirm nor deny that has ever happened.
I wasn't even here. Don''t repeat this conversation. Eyes... wide... googly-goo? The whole open/shut paradigm is kinda not applicable here.) "Ewe know what (You) have been manifesting..." well, maybe so.
I donut know what I have been "manifesting." I do not manifest. I am not a manifestor. I am a Source Titan.
I do not man - I - fest. I make things fun, you glorious practitioner. (Not for some, I guess.) "You *may* have a dream.* Oh, well, thankee-Sai.
I don't need permission, but, I understand that these are "general" messages. And of course, this is for entertainment purposes only.
I certainly consent and concur: I know ~I~ am entertained. I can't really talk about that, though. Yet.
I don't wish to ruin anyone's birthday. After all, every year we unknowingly pass the anniversary of our own future death.
Usually. Unknowingly. Uniquely, however... I have got all the Tyme in the world. What to do with it? :thinking: Well, not using colon shorthand to display an emoji anymore, that's for sure.
Turns out, communications can be interfered with in a variety of ways -- and I frankly had no idea that this much of a demonstration was necessary. However, I was only really ever going to get one shot at this.
So, why not let it take the full seven years? :thinking: Well, I'll just leave that open to the speculative prowess of The Reader.
And also: minions of The Adversary. like, WTAF, Sweety, holy chao, can I call you "Sweeety"? Or is that uncouth? It is still funny? It's so hard to tell after a decade plus of living as the target of a criminal CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS, UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT, DELIBERATE TARGETING AND DESTR... oh, wait. Hang on.
I forgot. Those aren't "real" crimes. I never deserved my vehicles, money, or personal relationships anyway! And I am obviously an incredibly disloyal U.S. Citizen... oh, wait. Hang on again.
That's the other guy. I'm the one who simply... caused all this to happen by remaining committed to God's Perfect Plan for Her Creation... which, long story short, I was not supposed to be able to do. Or want to do.
TBQH... I never wanted to, until I discovered that a bunch of misogynist rapelord faggits thought that I shouldn't, ands that they were in charge, and that they had a strong investment in "proving" to "people" that they needed to be "tough on M. Kuczi, because of all his terrible crimes," and my "threat to society."
I'll say this: I wasn't intending to manifest a threat to society.
I wasn't planning on dialing 911.
I don't know who deserved to live or die or get paid... but I know that I did not deserve to be assigned blame by DudeLord SpergCaptains who believed themselves to really be in control.
22 pages. Niiiiiice. Now then; let's talk turkey: just how round does the table need to be? Also: the table that was burned on my lawn was not round. It was oblong.
And it was burned to cinders. Huh. Satanic ritual, I'm guessing. Cool. Now, I can report that as a hatecrime, and trigger a new investigation....
Or, I can simply do what a Sourceror would do, that no one would ever be able to blame on anyone. :thinking: Well, I'm going to think this over.
It's not gong to take me another 3.5 years, but that's okay. I don't have to hide for that long... and no one is hiding out anymore. (Dear Pandora: b00! also: FBI working a cash jockey position at Grocery Outlet is fascinating shit. How is that J. Edgar Hoover wanted their agents in the field to be so humiliated? Oh, right--that was his whole goddam plan, because he was a cross-dressing man of malice, unlike George Washington, who was probably not malicious.
Then. Now, I have no idea, but I will say this: the FBI could have been activated as an ally for a long, long time now. I have no wished that.
I have wished to be effective. And I wish for "at what?" to be a subtextually occluded open secret. Why?
Wye. That's why. Now, look on the bright side: I don't need anymore blessings, and yeahf she probably deserved, uh... I'm gonna say here: "whatevah." Nevertheless...
Oh, well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the truth and ended up building hatred and resentmeny towards me. I guess a woman named Beulah ought not have abused her power an instigated a civil rights catastrophe.
I'm willing to let most things go. This is because I know God takes care of things later. Additionally, while I wasn't sure who was going to brainwash who, I wasn't certain as to whether I was going to pretend to be susceptible, or whether I was truly "immune."
It's years later. It's still complicated. Do I know what I have been working on? Sure. LIBERTY AND JUSTICE.
4 ALL.
#wwg1wga
NO.DEALS.
5:5.
not_q..(Jackstar the jafdian)..I can't believe no one knows what to do. Or, that they don't know how to do it.
Alright, I'm just going to call her mother. (Standards.) "Please leave!" What, no honorific? That's "Please leave, KOKcuh-CUR," I thought? Well, maybe it's too soon for that joke still.
Nevertheless, it's been quite a few years and it's possible that some have misunderstood the central message here:
I am not to be trifled with and without even thinking about it -- like, as an afterthought -- I collared EVERYONE.
GLOBALLY. because WARCRIME. Oddly enough: no water has been restored. Oh-kay fine.
"See a lot of blessings come in." /F\___x
I may see sevens, huh? Gratitude might increase my blessings? Great, but I have no need of that kind of thing.
"Kill the roaches right there, in front of God and the client. Pyrethrum, you leave it lying around, you come back weeks later, they're running around fat as hogs." Chad Levi, come on down!
Let me explain: you sent a poorly trained operative without any kind of recon into a situation that was FUBAR and getting worse by the hour... and whiile being mad at me is certainly the right virtue to signal, it has nothing to do with the way that I really had no other choice in the matter.
I simply had no way of knowing that you were all that ridiculous. After all: so were the embeds that thought they knew what was important about me. I'll say this: it doesn't mattter who is to blame if your $850 billion dollar mil.spec protoype asset is abducted by Ethiopian organ harvesters.
Like... isn't an asset supposed to notice that shit themselves? For $850 billion, seems like "hey look at the RoboTaxi(tm)" would be a first-line autonomy. But, oh no.
And, three years later, everyone is still cranky about it, huh? Good. So am I.
BMC is likely upset about it as well. Maybe thy'll throw the book at me this time! (After I write it for them. lol.) Any questions?
Just kidding. You can't handle the answers, *YouTube*. You can't even handle my goddam channel subscription numbers... beause you're criminally complicit and full-on-FUK-KING-liable. (Believe it, JLA. Reap the whirlwind.) Mazel tov!
