I tried to play along with Jack and Rube when they first started up with their shtik on Bellgab
The more you attempt to ascribe ownership of any this garbage to me, or assign any responsibly thereof to me, the less it looks like I had anything to do with any of it at all. Hey, here's an idea: can you make any statements about it without mentioning my name even once? As I don't have shit or fuck all to do with you OR ANY OF YOU, and your relentless name dropping reminds me of Ferris Bueller trying to get into the restaurant while claiming to be a sausage King. That's you. You're the sausage King of Chicago. And I've got a lot more in common with Abe Frohman that I do with any of you. You and your
ilk.I've been abandoned alone on 4.1 acres in a 3 bedroom farmhouse for half a calendar year, and I don't even know who you are. I don't even know who he is. Not a one of you drooling idiots even remembered my birthday. And yet you spam the web with bullshit and then talk about how I'm doing and/or have done “whatever” with “my friends” and “my crew” and “my gang” and “my club” and every time one of you more-ons calls me to set up a triangulation circuit, someone's invariably telling me that “you guys” are doing “this” and “you guys” are doing “that,” It's invariably a bunch of bullshit gas lighting.
What I suppose was incomprehensible for you to imagine is that I've been sitting here for months with
no human contact at all. I have
no friends. I have
no relatives. I have
no acquaintances. I have
no business partners. I have
no associates. I have
no employees. I have
no employers. I have
no colleagues.
I have f****** no one and nothing other than you f****** cock knocking pieces of s*** f****** using my name and not even f****** bothering to spell it right. “David Rubini” isn't even a real name and
doesn't even really exist, (Hi, Keith!), and yet you s*** heads swear up and down on your goddam mother's grave every chance you get on the f****** internet to tell the world, oh I'm working with him oh I'm doing this with him oh I'm doing that with him f*** you m***********.
Crawl back in your hole and just die. You have no idea what you're doing, and I can't be bothered to pray for your immortal soul that you obviously sold out with.
Reminder: in a past life I wrote the books that you learned all this s*** from. Spare me the details and go straight to f****** hell, I have nothing to do with your stupid f****** s***, and I never wanted to.
Do you even know why I went on strike? Here's a hint: You've all done this to put me in prison and take my house, no other reason, and once again... this is an epic fail.
Go give a
real deposition, Loser.
