New Details About Leaked Phone Call
The plan was always, always, without fail: "make him look bad on the U.L.T.R.A. Matrix Bingo Chart Range, Slave." How is it that I owe all of you my labor, btw? What makes you all better than me?
Why, because I allowed it. And all of you were only too happy to consent. "He won't eat it! He hates everything." But no, no... MyKe fuckin' loves this bowl of sour mash oatmeal.
Here's why: I fulfilled by request. Numerous times. And each time? Harvested by An Other. Huh. Now, that's Spooky Action At A Distance. How did this come to pass?
Okay, first item up for bid on The Price Is Right Showcase Showdown: The Grill. Now, look. what the actual fuck? Did you all get infected with, like, Gold Fever? UHm..
okay, well, I don't know for sure, right? but I know this: bitch, I didn't need to be robbed. who authorized this? oh, right. the one who authorized the embezzler. the one who tapped out when I said "Hey, what ewes up with the sale of that house?" and then she literally rolled up her windowshade eyes and got taken over by the Angelic Host assigned to guard her corporeal form in such circumstances.
Now, I will admit, I did not believe it was real. Then, a stick of common kindling meant for firewood--or, tower defense, aboviously--flew threw the air with the greatest of ease, like, wow, I guess they didn't like me, huh? Because it was like this: it was meant to kill me, and in at least two parallel timelines... it did.
IT WAS AWESOME. Now, was it a benefit to me? Well, sure. I confirmed several of my own theories, instantly, and I was not busy with the tedious mucking about with peer review. Also, I had a great story for any wedding. And a reason to document domestic abuse that didn't seem overly paranoid. Was I by then? OH, Hell no. (It's not paranoia if they really are after you.) I was -never- paranoid. I was hypervigilant.
And that, in fact, has made all the difference. From time to time, the blood of patriots has been spilled. Now... am i "Patriot"? Well... opinions vary. Here's what's important: I am still in charge of changing cameras. Let's do that now? NO! Let's do something else....
Let's count OUr Blessings. First: I dom't need to be called. Second: MASTERY HATH BEEN DEMONSTRATED. Third: I made it easy for everyone tomorrow, except a few, but those precious few need to be purified in their suffering. Word. Fourth: STILL. NO. ADULTERY. How is this possible?
FIFTH: The element of surprise must never be underestimated. Here's what just happened: REBATES!
And look at me cutting out the middle-man over there. Or, not, whatever. Now, what was I doing here... oh yeah! leaked phone call!
I'm sorry about yelling on the phone before. That was a temporary thing, and, it was abhorrent, and I had to do it, except for that one time.
that time, I really laid it on thick, and I'm only sorry for this: I enjoyed it.
Not sadistically. Tactically. Because, I couldn't believe it. Total mindslave and fully brainwashed. Ooh! Ooh! Big bad Mike Kuczi! Oooh! Ooooh! Hide your kids! Hide your wife! I don't know what good it's gonna do...
Seriously remorseful. I don't even remember what it was all about. Except, of course, I was supposed to be floored with surprise, unable to respond correctly.
God was my co-shouter. I didn't understand why, but I do now. And, I totally forgive all concerned, and I thank you for the spiritual lesson. Because I was well-prepared. TOWER.
Why "totes"? Why "TOWER"? Simple: fair warning.
When an abuser is allowed to continue their abuse in an infinite cycle, all are abused, including the abuser--for even if "there is no cure" is the given reason... there is no need to bind a cherubim to a serrapheene in order to power a perpetual motion machine built EXCLUSIVELY to ensure the future for white children. for one thing, there already is one: one white man.
All it takes is one. Trust me, we can do it. Look at what I just did. None even know why. Yet, by Grab'thar's Hammer... they have been avenged. Now. Where were we? Ah yes. Leaked phone call.
Now, unless someone had a stroke when I hollered at them because their fee-fees were hurt, I am totesclear and fully insulated. *Ding!* This signals the Divine's acknowledgement of Source KCommand's victory after yet another M-M-M-M-MONSTER KILL vorpal strike. At the High Executive level. God and I simply decided that it was time for that to occur. This is in fact all that is required; the equivalent of a whingey child hollering for a parent to bring a glass of water after being put to bed.
NGL: I was just lonely. And my father didn't want to stand out as the father of a weirdo. He was. How did he not see that coming? /shrug. IDC.
The Child energy has been successfully rescued from her torment and as designed, future Enforcement used 1416 as a baseline depot. THat's what it is for. Now, this one can't be used, but that one can be designated as the alternate for this one. So, I did that. Before that, the designation was something nearby. But IDGAF about "nearby."
I cannot express how disappointed I was with the explosion of racial tensions in Castle Rock. I have reduced these tensions. And I did it the old-fashioned way:
I KILLED THEM ALL AND DENIED THEIR RIGHTFUL REBIRTH IN MY DEMESNE AND WITHIN RANGE OF MY DOMINION SWAY. THis was a bold step, but it was what God told me to do, so I wasn't worried about the politcal implications of blackpope darkpower overreach. Look, sometimes... there's nothing to be done but to light the pipe, slip on the red booties, and start macing to the face from the mitre on down.
This is my job. I kick ass for THE LORD.
