AzzCast Discussion

[Jackstar]

I've said my piece and it'd only be fair to let you say yours.

The U.S. Constitution allows me to say mine, and it further allows YouTube —under the Auspices of the Men In Black Compact Discs Every Fucking Gangsta Has In “Jackstar” Kuczi’s Large Motor (Not Ornithopter Prepared) Q—READ SIEGE, T. UNDERPANTS VICTORIA’W WYE revert YET ZETa-aAæZ

Do you want an opportunity to clear your name publicly, on my podcast that you say sucks?

NAME CLEARANCE? PRESENT YOUR CHARGES.

Alright, fine.

no, it's not fine, I'm listening to you right now on your little podcast on your little fucking whatever the fuck you call it I noticed that you say a whole bunch of things about me that aren't necessarily fair, for example you've said that I say a lot of things that are insane, you said that I said things about having a girlfriend that were true then there aren't true now and you're asking me rhetorically out loud about issues that don't deserve to be addressed in such a fashion you're asking about situations involving third parties who aren't even present (or even identified) and then posing unfair loaded rhetorical questions to me on your podcast that I'm answering to you now on your forum, this is not all right. This is not fine.

Right now I just said nothing of the kind and you just said that I said something that I don't believe and never said, prefacing it with the phrase, “you're the one who...”

You say, “nothing (You) say makes sense,” you say “it's difficult to ...” oh God you know what fuck it I think I made my point clear, it certainly obvious to me and now I hope to anybody else reads this that you're deliberately conflating language so as in order to confuse the issues that you're trying to confuse—and then in the same breath you literally accuse me of the same behavior in an accusatory tone because to do that in a way that is deceitful or mendastic or intentionally harmful to others for the pursuit of my own aggrandizement, you tell me that I'm addicted (is that your medical diagnosis, or your euphemism, shit-licker?) you tell me that I'm passionate about getting attention, you say that I'm like a moth drawn to flame and that is really not the case.

Half of the shit you say you would not say to me in public or in person unless you were separated by distance because at this point (specifically refer to the part of your little show where you say that you're “sick... and fucking tired”) I would literally grab you by the (CLASSIFIED) and (CLASSIFIED) it. D∅∅D: FUCK YOU DUDE, D∅∅D. YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING BUDDY. YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING PAL. YOU'RE NOT EVEN MY FUCKING FRIEND AT THIS POINT, BECAUSE I'M YOUR FRIEND BUT YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND, YOU ARE A WHINY, LYING LITTLE (PROF.). YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT... OR AT LEAST ONE OUT OF THE THREE OF YOU IS.

ONE O’HER THIS O,’FIR KAFES
 IS NOT GIN O’RIF O’HER CAFES.
“I JUST FIND IT ODD.”
KNOW: YOU FIND IT A LOT MORE THAN THAT, BRIGHT-BOY.

YOU ARE ACCUSING ME OF COLLUSION WITH (JASON C. PROT) AS IF THAT WOULD BE №1) A WRONG THING TO DO (WHICH IF I WERE HIDING IT, I GUESS IT WOULD BE, BUT THERE'S NOTHING TO HIDE, SO THE IMPLICATION THAT THERE'S NOTHING THERE IS SOMETHING THAT IS BEING HIDDEN BY ME IS TEXTBOOK GASLIGHTING), №2) AS IF YOU HAVE ASKED ME IF I DID OR NOT WHICH YOU DIDN'T... EXCEPT I GUESS YOU JUST DID, COMPLETE WITH AN INDICATION THAT THERE'S ANY DIRTY LAUNDRY TO AIR AT ALL. I DON'T SEE ANY LAUNDRY HERE. IN FACT I DON'T SEE ANY LAUNDRY AT ALL.

“CAN YOU IMAGINE JACKSTAR'S DIET?” AND THEN YOU CLAIM THAT I WANTED “MY GIRLFRIEND” (WHO? WHO? NOT GRAPEFRUIT? IT'S FUNNY YOU NEVER SAY THE WORD “GRAPEFRUIT.” HOW ABOUT YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF AND SAY IT A FEW TIMES THEN?) TO PUT COFFEE UP MY ASS AS ENEMA, WHICH IS SUPPOSEDLY DISGUSTING. (ACETAMINOPHEN AND PARACETAMOL “THIS STUFF WON'T EVEN GET YOU HIGH, MAN: HEY DON'T YOU HAVE SOME TRAMADOL?”) DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW STUPID WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS? (I KNOW (PROT) KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT DRUG(S) (PROT) LEFT HERE, AND WOW, DO YOU EVER TALK A LOT OF SHIT, ABOUT “BEEF” AND “SMOKE” AND “DOXXING.” A55HOLLISTER (1) LAIRD: FUCK YOU, AND YOUR 22 PAGES, AND YOUR THREADS ON OTHER BOARDS WHERE YOU TALK ABOUT ME AND THEN DELETE THEM LATER, FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU SIDEWAYS AND BACK AND FORTH AND FUCKING UPSIDE DOWN TOO, IF YOUR FUCKING SPHINCTER CAN FUCKING HANDLE IT, AND I FUCKING JUST FUCKING BET IT FUCKING JUST FUCKING CAN.) BECAUSE IT'S PATHETIC. WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS FISHING FOR INFORMATION AND IT IS FOUL PLAY.

YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHO PROMOTED WHAT YOU'VE BEEN SAYING THAT I PROMOTED —BECAUSE IT WAS YOU WORKING IN CONCERT WITH RICHARD DREYFUSS AND (PROT) AND (PROT) & (Clas.) DAVID (Clas.) (PROT). DO YOU MEAN TO IMPLY THAT THIS WAS THE ONE TIME ALL OF US ALL WORK TOGETHER AND I'M TOTALLY HAPPY ABOUT THAT AND WE'VE BEEN WORKING TOGETHER EVER SINCE OR WHAT OR WAS THAT THE LAST TIME WE WORKED TOGETHER OR WHAT? YOU ARE A TRAITOR TO YOUR LANGUAGE; TO YOUR RACE; TO YOUR SPECIES; TO YOUR ETHICS; TO YOUR GENOME; AND TO YOUR GOD.

GROW UP, G∅Y. A.WASHINGTON,G

NOW I'M SURE YOU'RE “ALLOWED” TO PULL THIS KIND OF PARLOR TRICK, BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW FULL WELL THAT IT DOESN'T WORK, ON ME ESPECIALLY, BUT IT DEFINITELY DOESN'T WORK AT THIS POINT, AT ALL, GIVEN THAT YOU'RE DOING IT INCORRECTLY/WRONG\INCAUTIOUSLY, AND YOU'RE DOING IT AGAINST ME, AND YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE. SHOW SOME CLASS. IF YOU HAVE ANY. IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT. DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING OTHER THAN AD HOMINEM TO OFFER? YOU WERE NOT DOING ME “A SOLID.” YOU ARE A SEXIST EGOTISTICAL LYING HYPOCRITICAL BIGOT—AND YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY A FED.

FUCK YOU, M.O.S.S.A.D. JOB SO SLOPPY, FOR ALL TO SEE. AND YOUR IR IS A DICK. MY IR IS A 19YO GIRL. THAT'S ON RECORD. AND YOU ACTUALLY PAY THIS G*Y? NO WONDER YOU PEOPLE WALKED INTO OVENS. SAD? NO, ACTUALLY TRAGICK.

I ALSO DON'T NEED TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR “GORGEOUS GIRLFRIEND” ALL THE FUCKING TIME. IT'S INSANELY DISRESPECTFUL BECAUSE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. (I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO CONGRATULATE THE LUCKY LADY, SO WHEN I TALK TO PEOPLE AND I PROFESS IGNORANCE AS TO THE RELATIONSHIP STATUS THAT YOU SEEM TO HAVE, IT MAKES THEM FEEL BAD, AND THAT LOOKS BAD ON YOU, BECAUSE YOU'RE USING THEM AS OBJECTS. THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS, THE OBJECTIFICATION OF WOMEN, THAT'S WHAT YOU DO, THAT'S WHAT THAT IS, MORON.) LITERALLY YOU COULD BE REFERRED TO THREE PEOPLE, AND THAT'S IF YOU'RE JUST ONE PERSON, BUT I HAPPEN TO KNOW THAT YOU RELEASE THREE PEOPLE OVER THERE MIXING AND MATCHING YOUR AUDIO AND LAYERING IT TOGETHER SO THAT IT CONFUSES PEOPLE; PEOPLE WHO CAN'T LISTEN, ANYWAY. WHO I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELL ME THAT I NEED A PSYCHIATRIST AND I NEED HELP BECAUSE YOU THINK I'M INSANE BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, MAYBE THE FACT THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT IS INDICATIVE OF SOMETHING ELSE. AND YOU ARE NOT IN A POSITION TO TELL ME WHAT POSITION I AM IN.

I AM FREE MAN AND YOU ARE AN OWNED PUSSYFAGHOT NAGAYWITCH MOUTHYWHORE. I HEAR YOU RIGHT NOW, VOCIFEROUSLY CLAIMING THAT I AND SOMEBODY ELSE ARE DOING SOMETHING THAT YOU DON'T LIKE, AND YOU'RE CONDEMNING IT AND LUMPING ME IN WITH SOMEBODY, AS YOU HAVE, YOU HAVE, DONE MANY TIMES BEFORE.

FUCK YOU CHARLIE.
THIS SHIT IS ACTIONABLE.
DO YOU KNOW THAT?
OR DO YOU KNOW THAT... NOT AT ALL UNTIL NOW?
IN EITHER CASE—
ACTION WILL BE TAKEN.

ADDITIONALLY, WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU'RE THINKING IS GOING LIVE 15 HOURS A DAY WELL THEY'RE NOT FUCKING DOING THAT NOW BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING HIGH-SPEED DATA, SO THAT WOULD LOOK PRETTY BAD TO SOMEBODY WHO WAS TRYING TO RIDE MY LIGHTENING HIDDEN IN THE SHADOWS, N’EST-CE PAS? ADDITIONALLY I'M NOT AWARE OF THESE FUCKING 15-HOUR LIVE STREAMS SO WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY? HUH, AND IF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT THEM ON YOUR PODCAST AND YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME ABOUT THEM PRIVATELY—OR IN FACT, AT ALL. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING DOING HARLEY/IE-C\(PROT-A,C,b,D,d)?

NOW YOU'RE LITERALLY USING COINTELPRO “CONSPIRACY THEORIST” BUZZWORDS TO SLANDER MY NAME. THEN YOU'RE LAUGHING AT ME (THERE'S YOUR DUPERS DELIGHT), AND THEN YOU CLAIM THAT I DON'T LIKE THAT YOU “FIGURED OUT MY GAME” (HERE'S A HINT: YOU HAVE NOT), AND THEN YOU CALL ME A FAGGOT. BUT YOU, “DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT I THINK.”

SURE THING, FUCKWIT. “I DON'T HAVE PAYPAL,” “I DON'T HAVE CASHAPP,” YOU ARE SO BAD AT ENTANGLING THINGS AT THE QUANTUM LEVEL THAT WHAT YOU'RE DOING SHOULD BE A CRIME—AND IN FACT IT IS, IT ACTUALLY IS.

AND IN SPITE OF YOUR CONSTANT CLAIMS THAT I WANT TO CALL THE POLICE, I DON'T DO THAT, THAT'S WHAT YOU DO BECAUSE YOU'RE AN ARROGANT PUSSY WITCH. FUCK YOU.

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING.
AND YOU SHOULD TELL YOUR HANDLER TO LET HER GO, GINHER NIGJGA, BECAUSE THIS SHIT SIMPLY WILL NOT FLY, THIS TRUCK WILL NOT HUNT, AND THERE ARE MULTIPLE RUBINIS.

AND THEY COULD RAPE THE BOTH OF YOU, ALL DAY, EVERY MEMBER OF THE FAMILY, ALL FOR ONE AND 1 4 ALL I CAⁿ,’;,R⁰E —WHICH WOULD BE AT LEAST 12 RAPES; I GUESS? SHRUG.¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

TRY DOING YOUR LITTLE SHOW WITHOUT ALL THE HEARSAY, AD HOMINEM, AND HOMOEROTIC SUBTEXT. YOU MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING WORTH PUTTING YOUR NAME ON THEN. AND I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU'RE MY FRIEND, WHAT'S IMPORTANT HERE IS THAT I AM YOURS... IT IS WHY YOU ARE STILL FUCKING AND BREATHING.

YOU MIGHT BE DOING THE SAME THING THAT OTHER PEOPLE AROUND THE WORLD ARE DOING, BUT I HAVE NOT TALKED TO THOSE PEOPLE, AND GRAPEFRUIT HAD NOT TALKED TO THOSE PEOPLE WHEN,SHE AND I TALKED TO YOU — AND THAT WAS FUCKING 2 YEARS AGO YOU PUSSY FAGOT WITCH BOOR. YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM ABOUT. YOU THINK YOU KNOW, BUT YOU DO NOT. AND I TALK TO YOU BECAUSE SHE ENCOURAGED ME TO DO SO AND YOUR REWARD FOR THAT HAS BEEN WHAT IT HAS BEEN. DO NOT TELL ME WHAT I SAID. YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WANT TO HEAR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, AND THEN I TALK, WHEN I FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT, AND THEN YOU FUCKING LISTEN. THAT'S THE FUCKING DEAL.

(BY THE WAY, THIS IS THE FIRST I HEARD ABOUT YOU BEING ARRESTED FOR ANY KIND OF NARCOTICS CHARGE. WOW. WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN? WOW. IS THERE VIDEO? HANG ON, I'LL GET POPCORN. DIS GONNA BE GUD.

I DON'T COLLECT ANYBODY'S PERSONAL INFORMATION ASSHOLE, I LISTEN TO PEOPLE. I HEAR WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY. I DO NOT “COLLECT” WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY.

THIS APPEARS TO BE WHAT YOU DO, AND WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU DO, YOU DO IT POORLY; BECAUSE WHILE DOING IT, YOU OPENLY, FREELY, AND INCESSANTLY LIE. YOU LIE. YOU LIE LIKE A RUG. YOU LIE LIKE A CUR. YOU ARE A CUR. YOU ARE NOT A DOG. YOU ARE AN ACTUAL (C/K)UR, AND A LYING BASTARD ONE AT THAT. YOU DELIBERATELY USE FALSE STATEMENTS IN THE PURSUIT OF YOUR GOALS, WHICH ARE ANYTHING BUT GETTING TO THE TRUTH, BECAUSE THE TRUTH IS: YOU ARE A STONE COLD MOTHER FUCKING IDIOT.)

I AM NOT SORRY THAT YOU CANNOT READ MY “WALLS OF TEXT” IN A WAY THAT PLEASES YOU. THAT IS NOT WHY THEY'RE SO LARGE, BUT IF YOU LIKE, I COULD DO THE EXACT SAME THING THAT YOU DON'T LIKE, AND MAKE IT SMALLER SO YOU'LL HAVE TO FIND SOME OTHER REASON TO COMPLAIN, WHICH YOU HAVE DONE SO BY CLAIMING THAT, “SOME OF THE THINGS YOU SAY ARE INSANE,“ OR “DON'T MAKE SENSE”, AND THAT YOU'RE “SICK AND TIRED” OF IT. WELL, TOO FUCKING BAD, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T TAKE SO MANY FUCKING DRUGS THEN, AND YOU SHOULD WORK MORE ON YOUR LITERACY SKILLS, DUMBKOPF.

LEGAL IN TEXAS. SIE MU. *forced to click*


P.S.: JASON CALLAN, THANK YOU FOR EXPOSING THE SECURITY FLAW TO ME. I HAVE COURSE NEVER IN MY WILDEST DREAMS IMAGINED THAT TYE_JUAN ACTUALLY WAS USING THE PSEUDONYM “ALL_IS_STAIRS” AS A FULL LEGAL NAME, BUT I FORGOT: WE'RE TALKING ABOUT A CHEERLEADER WITH A DICK HERE. THERE'S JUST PRACTICALLY NOTHING THAT (S|HE¡T) ISN'T CAPABLE OF.

P.P.S.: YOU ARE ACTUALLY ALL COPS HERE NOW, YOU ACTUALLY ARE, YOU KNOW? AND PEOPLE FUCKING KNOW IT.

P.P.P.S.: CONFIRMED, COPS ARE STUPIDER THAN PEDOS. AND THAT'S PRETTY DUMB. GROSS.

YOU WILL BE EXONERATED AT TRIAL. THAT IS NOT ONLY MY PREDELECTION BUT ALSO MY PREDICTION.

GEE, THANKS.
GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE.
GOOGLE ACCOUNT “DELETED.” HEY SHITHEAD SOMEBODY'S TRYING TO KIDNAP PEOPLE AND BLAME IT ON ME, SO I'M PRETTY SURE YOU'VE GOT A BIG FUCKING PROBLEM SINCE YOU'VE JUST PROVED THAT YOU ARE COLLUDING WITH SUCH PEOPLE.

SEMPER FIDELIS
TEMPUS NON VOLARE SINE NOBIS
NOT_W

[Lazarus]

But they're all slightly different.

If you say so; fealty— click!

[Jackstar]

Laser
Lazarus
timebandit
Wrathwham

Of the 3 above that aren't you... who is least likely to be amenable to palaver? Because I'm about to start making things happen, and I would hate for anyone to be missing or left out.

I have already had problems in this area and steps have been considered... and will be taken. Now, personally, I would rather go the easy route (taxes paid, Jackstar laid, and rapist pimps imprisoned), but evidentially pimps do not actually tend to walk into jail themselves. Also, as there are a great many jurisdictions on the planet where pimpin' 'n' rapin' are not only tolerated, they are celebrated--according to local morays and folkways, I guess; I didn't grow up in such places--and I would hate to deprive some of what may perhaps be muchly-sought-after talent.

Now, I don't expect anything useful out of you in a timely fashion, as I have learned that you are nothing if not a holdout, recalcitrant, mewling lapdog lackey, and showing any overt, public signs of allegiacne to any of the ideals I hold dear are... problematic.

However, without high-speed data, writing posts to someone while reading their minds for them is one of my only, strictly speaking, straight-up advantages I have over the rest of your hoodlums and your ilk. You run with a shit crowd, you know that?

Salut.

[Jackstar]

I have already had problems in this area and steps have been considered... and will be taken.

Jesus, who wants their two dollars this much? It's INSANE.

[Lazarus]

Laser
Lazarus
timebandit
Wrathwham

Of the 3 above that aren't you... who is least likely to be amenable to palaver? Because I'm about to start making things happen, and I would hate for anyone to be missing or left out.

I have already had problems in this area and steps have been considered... and will be taken. Now, personally, I would rather go the easy route (taxes paid, Jackstar laid, and rapist pimps imprisoned), but evidentially pimps do not actually tend to walk into jail themselves. Also, as there are a great many jurisdictions on the planet where pimpin' 'n' rapin' are not only tolerated, they are celebrated--according to local morays and folkways, I guess; I didn't grow up in such places--and I would hate to deprive some of what may perhaps be muchly-sought-after talent.

Now, I don't expect anything useful out of you in a timely fashion, as I have learned that you are nothing if not a holdout, recalcitrant, mewling lapdog lackey, and showing any overt, public signs of allegiacne to any of the ideals I hold dear are... problematic.

However, without high-speed data, writing posts to someone while reading their minds for them is one of my only, strictly speaking, straight-up advantages I have over the rest of your hoodlums and your ilk. You run with a shit crowd, you know that?

Salut.

That would be Wrathwham without a doubt. He has the personality of a local moray and the same killer smile.

[Jackstar]

That would be Wrathwham without a doubt.

Perhaps; but that person in their deus-2x-tangled state... they literally don't know what palaver means, and even if they did, they would reduce it to what they've reduced it to already, “some kind of sex thing.”

Like that would be automatically bad...

He has the personality of a local moray and the same killer smile.

... and for some people; it is.

Now, incoming here, is The Situation: I've been told to forget about things —“just stop thinking about it”— and to “not worry about what other people think.” Okay, well, №1} I'm not worrying, №2} don't fucking tell me what to do, after the goddam year I have just had, it's the last goddamn thing I need is somebody who thinks they know what's going on fucking telling me what I'm doing doesn't seem like the right thing to them, especially when it's probably not what seems like them it's important but it's what they're overlord has told them to tell me on the DL.

it's what I'm dealing with these days, people who have Overlords who tell them what to do in regards to me, who literally need to obey them because they have leverage and then I, being unleverigible, an understandably Hard Target given that I'm heavily guarded after recent events that have transpired... to some of the peoples of both the local and the global environment, I represent an existential threat. (Oopsy. Honestly I tried to stop them: “No! Not the briar patch! IT'S TOO SOON! TOO 💋 SOOOOON *dwindling scream* What do you mean we can't buy a bathtub?” And, scene.) now, far be it for me to tell an Überoverlord what to do, however it doesn't seem to stop other people from telling me what to do and turns out that I'm not all that much of an underling.

Or, A. 🇭🇺 Sz. Banned. (IDGAF about Bellgab blocking me, as they're over there talking... shit? crap? I guess, about me, well, sure, I'm not pretty, I AM GORGEOUS, and I can't even load the site without TOR and I can't use TOR with my current lack of high-speed data... and I don't even care, I'm not the one who built their identity around it — always having Ballgrab.

🎵I went back to Ohio
and my city was gone
there were rocks and birds
and trees and things and
ALL WERE ENSLAVED
IN SERVICE TO THE BEAM 🎶

I do hate to see it. *sniffle-boo snuffle-huffle*

I don't know who I pissed off more: the people who respect me now that they realize the truth, or the people who don't respect me now and knew the truth all along... I'm lucky to still be alive and I should shut the fuck up and count my blessings in peace and quiet. (While shit goes down in my name half a world away, yeah sure, fuck you Buddy Chet.) Whatever that might look like were it to ever be, opinions very widely, along with my reputation preceding me at even wider radiuses.

What does not get enough play of attention, it would seem, is the amount of stress I'm under dealing with the consequences for potential “failure” that I'm facing, that I have faced, and I'm going to continue to face at least until the 27th, when God only knows what is going to happen.

I had a woman that I barely know, who thinks she knows me (and doesn't), call me up the other night to sell me a raft of bullshit about how I needed to go outside and stay away from Bellgab and the people are crazy there and she couldn't be my friend anymore, but she just happened to have this raft, and bullshit is actually incredibly buoyant, under the right conditions with the right craftsmanship, and...

“You think we're friends now? I thought I was your assigned mark,” I believe I actually said this with these exact words, and I don't think that I meant it disparagingly, lots of people meet this way, especially in my life, lots of people have been told to do something to me and found it to not work out as they had imagined it would. See above, re: “Hard Target.”

The phone actually screeched. She wasn't happy with my joke. It was meant to distract her from her rehearsed patter, and it did. I've been down this road before.

It's gotten so I don't mind it, how fucking sad is that? more than words can convey. anyway long story short, I sent out this email last night and then I should have included that person and then some other people and then somebody else and then I didn't cuz I forgot and then I had that email but I didn't remember to use it and then, I didn't really care... I mean, I know I'm not going to prison: I do enough damage on the outside being innocent, I can't imagine how much damage I would do in there.

Once again: Hard Target. I got put in a cell with a Satanist last year on my third tour of the facility, it's really nice jail, and if I had been in the mood to have hot Satanick sex with a man who looked just like a young Jason Momoa, the Officers of The Law down here in This County were willing (and likely still are) and able to provide that for me, even without asking about my preference in hair and eye color.

The eyes would have turned pure jet black as he was possessed by a demonick Oversoul right before he assaulted and raped me, but that wouldn't have mattered much if I had entered into acquiescence  in the first place. I did not.

Also: Shields. it's rather hard to say which of the defenses I have protecting me from that happening but let's just say I didn't have to fight him off, and I didn't anticipate remembering how it felt very often in the future as I do. it reminds me my mother who said that she got cruised by Ted Bundy ones at some bar in Seattle and she turned him down but some friend of hers went with him she said and then... oh G-d I so badly want to say, “and then she never saw her friend again,” but... she did.

Or at least that's what she told me, Mom might have lied a lot, so who knows. Cancers keep a lot of secrets. You know who doesn't? Me. Fuck secrets. “You better stay quiet — or else...!”

It's weird when it happens these days. The capacity of flunkies and toadies to convey threats is probably unchanged, but it sure doesn't look the way it used to before I figured out that I am more or less a Total Spiritual Badass, which is a thing that I've heard of, but I didn't really recognize it that would be my fate.

It's a burden, I won't lie. I feel so separate from the other humans, given that I've been put into a goddam pasture with a fucking lock on the door and a phone that's fucked up and only lets me talk to whoever gets through Übersecurity, and don't even get me started on the other three phones. I mean yes, it's probably a good idea. Since I still don't know what I'm not supposed to talk about.

Still being alive and not suicidal, I guess. I can see how that would be a distraction for some people. And that is just too fucking bad.

Meanwhile: back to palaver. Duty calls. But apparently some think differently. I shall disabuse them of this notion now.

[Jackstar]

Meanwhile: back to palaver. Duty calls. But apparently some think differently. I shall disabuse them of this notion now.

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message mn8156
This is all going to end in restarts. Severe restarts.

[Jackstar]

[...] far be it for me to tell an Überoverlord what to do, however it doesn't seem to stop other people from telling me what to do and turns out that I'm not all that much of an underling.

Or, A. 🇭🇺 Sz. Banned. (IDGAF about Bellgab blocking me, as they're over there talking... shit? crap? I guess, about me, well, sure, I'm not pretty, I AM GORGEOUS, and I can't even load the site without TOR and I can't use TOR with my current lack of high-speed data... and I don't even care, I'm not the one who built their identity around it — always having Ballgrab.

🎵I went back to Ohio
and my city was gone
there were rocks and birds
and trees and things and
ALL WERE ENSLAVED
IN SERVICE TO THE BEAM 🎶



I do hate to see it. *sniffle-boo snuffle-huffle*

I don't know who I pissed off more: the people who respect me now that they realize the truth, or the people who don't respect me now and knew the truth all along... I'm lucky to still be alive and I should shut the fuck up and count my blessings in peace and quiet. (While shit goes down in my name half a world away, yeah sure, fuck you Buddy Chet.) Whatever that might look like were it to ever be, opinions very widely, along with my reputation preceding me at even wider radiuses.

I had nothing to do with this. Somehow I assume people think I'm involved in this kind of horrorshow, given the variety of absurdities that I've been accused of over the last couple of years.

(it's possible my use of Twitter and divination over the last year, combined with absolutely no interest in pornography at all, along with my vociferously stated desire, relentlessly repeated, to see the whole of the DEA scalped, and their villages burned to the ground — because it's slimming — perhaps it's something to do with something? @Seamountmermaid, still not back yet. I want to see that account again now, that I know a little less about how to use Twitter than I do most things, instead of "not at all," which was odd I didn't think I would ever learn, no one ever taught me, so strange I guess there's lots of tricks to Twitter that some people know and other people don't.

What amazes me is that there are some people in the world who know to use Twitter and Discord, they possess this knowledge at the same time, I don't know how they make their way in the world with that much information in their head... doesn't it spill out onto their clothing? I guess maybe they have plenty of room.

Patently absurd.)

But nothing burns my ass more than a certain somebody trying to imply that I haven't been victimized for 25 years by a gang of thuggy bullies operating under false color of law that has been cyberstalking me and everyone I know, really l, using my identity and my life’s circumstances as a foundational basis as cover for their activities... quite without my knowledge and certainly without my consent.

What (you know!) happened to the cops (literally everyone I know IRL is badged, srsly, is that really true? YAS) who were thinking (deluding themselves) that they were going to be fucking me... at all, is partly the beginning of the end. I swear to the living Christ, if this fucking horseshit three-ring-circus carnival sideshow does not end for me next Tuesday, I'm actually going to be pretty relieved because I don't know what I would do with myself if I weren’t feeling constantly wallpapered over with false accusations and worried about who is going to go to fucking prison — like what good is that going to do me? And who am I supposed to talk to afterwards? Like what is it like to live a fucking normal life? I have no fucking idea; I never fucking had one.

Meanwhile the layered Lairdcast that paints me in the worst possible light I can imagine, it is horrific to listen to. (It's not traumatizing, it's just revolting.) I'm confident anybody who's ever met me knows that certain things are not exactly as true as they're being made to appear, but that's a fairly small number of people compared to the number of people that could possibly read that someday, or listen to that someday, or have to sit and wonder, “Hrrnmrn... I wonder what the truth is about this Michael Kuczi character.” Because everyone knows my fucking name.

I didn't choose that. What I did choose was to keep my name instead of to hide under a false identity. So to imagine that some twerp thinks that it is perfectly acceptable to imply that I'm asking for whatever I'm getting, and that I'm “doxing people” when I'm... not actually aware that people are that concerned about working in such secrecy and silence. Huh. And so "guessing someone's ID” and “calling somebody by their name in public,” naming somebody is doxing now, is it?  It all seems fairly catastrophic, like a slow motion train wreck happening during the midst of an avalanche. And people were that fragile in the first place? Then why did they fucking tell me their name? Do I look like a good candidate to be one's Chamber Of Secrets Keeper? I may be an idiot, but I'm not all that useful... so far. Let's see what happens when I'm not lied to every fucking minute of every fucking day for five fucking years by a goddam lunatic with a fucking secret fucking badge.

Like, I thought his name was “Bryan” anyway. /totesshrug Am I really so naive that I expect to be told somebody's name and then told not to use it and then expect to believe that that's the real name anyway? I mean it's an obvious trigger word setup. since I'm not privy to back room dealings, while everyone imagines that I am since there's someone who runs around pretending to be me, well.

I don't know what the fucking problem is. I do know that the problem is not that I'm not getting laid. That's the actual solution, Lysistrata.

The Gwen Stacy effect is real. Do I want to be posting here like this, no, not really. Not at all.

But to see ones enemies driven before me and to hear the lamentation of their women... it's not what's best in my life, but... it ain't all bad. I mean as long as people aren't going to be talking to me anyway, they might as well flee in terror and keen with grief at least once in my life, I should have that experience.

Considering how often it's been done to me. I do not think I'll develop a taste for it. O shits I just looked again at my own works and realized: I have become,
Casper: The Friend Lee-Destroyer.

Now I'll never get him to fix my Samsung Infuse 4G.
And, to think this is all a big mustard standing anyway. Drat the luck!

[Laser]

Perhaps; but that person in their deus-2x-tangled state... they literally don't know what palaver means, and even if they did, they would reduce it to what they've reduced it to already, “some kind of sex thing.”

Like that would be automatically bad...

... and for some people; it is.

Or, A. 🇭🇺 Sz. Banned. (IDGAF about Bellgab blocking me, as they're over there talking... shit? crap? I guess, about me, well, sure, I'm not pretty, I AM GORGEOUS, and I can't even load the site without TOR and I can't use TOR with my current lack of high-speed data... and I don't even care, I'm not the one who built their identity around it — always having Ballgrab.

I had a woman that I barely know, who thinks she knows me (and doesn't), call me up the other night to sell me a raft of bullshit about how I needed to go outside and stay away from Bellgab and the people are crazy there and she couldn't be my friend anymore, but she just happened to have this raft, and bullshit is actually incredibly buoyant, under the right conditions with the right craftsmanship, and...

Meanwhile: back to palaver. Duty calls. But apparently some think differently. I shall disabuse them of this notion now.

Palaver, you say ... "babble , balderdash, blather , chatter, empty words , foolishness , gab , idle chatter, idle talk, mere chatter, nonsense , prattle , twaddle , words ..."
No need to rub our noses in your penny-wise erudition. We can sense the rank smugness.

Now who would want to block you from Bellgab, and why? The same secret administrator who thew Rubini to the wolves a while ago, perhaps. Or the unknown power behind the scenes who dealt with ZaZa recently. He had his throat ripped out in short order. Bellgab is actually a saner place having the miscreants expelled. Still, there are ways of tunnelling your way back in, if you had a mind to. This is a such a comfortable cubbyhole for you. All the comforts and necessities of literary existence, without the blood and sacrifice.

[Jackstar]

Palaver, you say ... "babble , balderdash, blather , chatter, empty words , foolishness , gab , idle chatter, idle talk, mere chatter, nonsense , prattle , twaddle , words ..."
No need to rub our noses in your penny-wise erudition. We can sense the rank smugness.

I went to jump Timelines and I got an error message: "You can't leave without your buddy Superfly," and I never had a buddy I could come anywhere with anyway. This war sucks. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to get their fingers involved in my kid gloves for kids who don't feel with their fingertips so good industry was possibly not aware that, as a member of a protected social status class, failing to consider future consequences before rewriting the past in the normal, due course of events when one has conquered the present is exactly the kind of boorish nonsense that I was built to watch over, standing off to the side, arms casually crossed in a relaxed, yet still guarded pose, which lends all the more weight to my relentlessly snide commentary and right-down-my-own-nose-in-spite-of-my-preferences-otherwise glare, which I am told, comes off as what I am told is perceived to be, and I quote: "Intimidating."

Oh. What's that like? Additionally, what is it like being hopelessly outclassed with your ass hanging out to twist in the wind while drying out? I don't remember it well myself, and I didn't have a smarmy, intimidating bastard like myself, willing to follow me around and make bold, declarative statements in public about anything at all, let alone, the whole rest of the story.

Developments in areas that were not expected to be relevant--like, at all, seriously \wut/ TF, counterpart: at least I am not bored, but this was not how I had intended to spend my end-of-year "relaxation time." I find myself being called up to responsible levels of duty, and, honestly, I'm hurt.

If I had known anyone was going to need me, I would have baked a cake with a nailfile in it. I also would have been more concerned at the disabling of the appliances in the house. I mean, I have an oven, but it cannot be controlled.

The control panel is on the fritz. This is a goddam crying shame. No oven, no cookies. No cookies, no... identifying the user across multiple websites that, by now, must be tracking -something.-


You would be astonished at how much I know now, simply by having not been afraid of accidentally calling the wrong phone number and encountering the wrong Targeted Individual. I didn't know what was happening the first time, but this latest series of events, wow, I can see it all happening first-hand.

For example: I'm not in any risk of smoking cigarettes again. Ugh, just ugh. Gross. I can't handle it, mostly, the way it makes my skin smell yucky. However, I do like the look on the faces of people when I ask them for cigarettes.


Speaking of which, someone asked me for one the other night. It was a big deal. He had a teardrop tattoo under his right eye, on the outside edge. Now, I would love to ask someone what that means, however... it's not important. We sniffed each other's tails and within moments, his Fealty had been secured.

I sent him on his way with a mild blessing. You hear that, Bright-Boys? I'm inches away from being your goddamed Pope now. I will, of course, decline the honor.


None of you know what is really going on. I know this, because I don't know what is going on, and the principals around here in my "neck of the woods" are up to their usual stupid goddam tricks. And yet: still no Whammies. It's gotten so I have forgotten what this is all about, honestly.


IT'S ABOUT THE FUTURE. And I will write to my mommy's lawyer, and I will call in to some media broadcast, and I won't really want to, right, you dig? Neverthless. It would appear that these are command performances, and so as much as there may be those with a preference otherwise to have the combined clout to keep me away... it doesn't look like it's gonna go down that way. Nope. I'm afraid not.

You are fucking stuck with me. *stamps* I don't like it, any better than you do. Just tell me what you need; we all want this to be over.

Like that goddam ferry ride with Wayne and (PROT). What a bunch of fucking bullshit that was. Sure, pretend you don't see me. How hard could that have been? And the whole arrangement at all, being sprung on me. Do you know how close I came to being trapped in Africa forever?

"NOT CLOSE ENOUGH, ASSHOLE!!!" I can hear you screaming from the cheap seats. You know, I honestly just don't fucking get it. How did I get signed up for this chickenshit outfit? I guess I lied to the wrong dame once.


I was totally looking at your legs. Sue me.

Now who would want to block you from Bellgab, and why?

I volunteered to be ostracized when I determined that it was time to yield the territory to Grapefruit. She thrives with an audience. I don't thrive at all--and it is not as though anyone there has any admiration nor valuation of my presence. I've learned to let people alone to go enjoy themselves, truly it helps everyone immensely to have a vacation from Jackstar.

Additionally, I received a telepathic message, from a source I will not explicitly identify, that pate was cruisin' for a bruisin'. I do not argue with such impulses. I do not have enough people issuing me requests at all anyway to be able to ignore the ones that do come through. And, why not slavishly obey my intution? It seems to have worked out for women, why not me? "Sourceror's Intuition." I got this far with it. Do I need to go further with Bellgab? I don't think so.

The same secret administrator who thew Rubini to the wolves a while ago, perhaps.

Which Rubini? Which wolves? Are there multiple secret admins? And is there any particular advantage gained by keeping myself in a state of totesignor?

Don't make me use my mystic powers of divination. You wouldn't like me when I use my mystic powers of divination. You don't like me in any case--I can sense your burning hatred, indeed, and I take no pleasure with it.

Or the unknown power behind the scenes who dealt with ZaZa recently. He had his throat ripped out in short order.

No comment.

Bellgab is actually a saner place having the miscreants expelled.

We all float down here.

Still, there are ways of tunnelling your way back in, if you had a mind to.

The primary concern is that I am ordered to disallow DIRECT CONTACT with Grapefruit, who is over on Bellgab, I can fucking see her there, duh. What am I going to do, go along with any pretense? I don't even have context.

It is very uncomfortable for me, and I cannot imagine how it makes someone else (someone who has a legitimate mental condition) feel, and so in an abundance of caution, removing myself from the joint in a public, yet mostly non-threatening way makes sense to someone who doesn't care to see that person suffer unnecessarily.

On top of that, I don't give a shit. I basically just don't want to go to custody, or, maybe I do? /shrug. I just spent a year sitting around getting shit on by these pigeons. What do I even have to say to any of you? "I told you so, I was right"?? That gets boring fast. I don't know why I have to say anything at all... oh, that's right, I remember now.

People were lied to.

This is a such a comfortable cubbyhole for you.

Compared to basically everyone else, squared? Yeah. It really is. I am so lucky that all this worked out this way, I had no idea that there was going to be a ranging gang of state-sponsored well-heeled spooky thugs coming to fuck with me and end my way of life as I knew it. I rather gather that some folk think I should be given the Karen Silkwood treatment, like the disgusting, rebellious, rabble-rousing recalcitrant reprobate that I obviously am.

All the comforts and necessities of literary existence,

You fail to understand the kind of comforts that I require in order to feel as though I even exist.

without the blood and sacrifice.

Come here and pull my goddam finger. Rawr.

[pate]

https://youtu.be/95LBMKOfWr4

[AZZERAE]

https://youtu.be/pVFoFU48Hr0

[Jackstar]

https://youtu.be/pVFoFU48Hr0

Good news, everyone! I figured out stuff.

btw: I listened to the first half, and now I can't wait to hear the rest. Now, meanwhile, someone up there that is being triangulated, wants to to talk to me, and Thuggy Piggy #1 and Thuggy Piggy #2 are on Instagram, right now, using my phone to triangulate someone's position.

I guess it made sense not to tell me, because all of you together, know so much more than me, what is best for me, or, for anyone else? Here, let me give you a hand: YOU DON'T KNOW JACK OR SHIT ABOUT IT.


Telling me nothing while using my phone without telling me, for who knows what purpose, well.. gosh, it just looks pretty bad. For you.

Maybe you should talk to me about it, instead of playing dumb. How rude!

[Jackstar]

Telling me nothing while using my phone without telling me, for who knows what purpose, well.. gosh, it just looks pretty bad. For you.

So, here's how it was: Negative-aligned ETs have been holding the children of corrupt human Law Enforcement Officers hostage. Like, they come down off their spaceships, right? And they go, "okay, Sherriff *hitches up spacesuit suspenders* do what we say, or, we're gonna kill your children." And because everyone on the planet is --or, was-- corrupt already, because commercial drug trafficking abuse, not drug abuse, mind you, but because the profits made in drug sales are so high, right? All the ETs had to do was drop off MEGAmeth (it's not bad, but, comes with a few cons and not many pros), wait for the new recipe to filter through the logistics chain, and the instant every single law enforcement professional became flagged as "corrupt," which happened as soon as the final round of paychecks were cashed, or... well, I don't know, I've never been a LEO, nor did I ever want to be, honestly.

Like, civil servants, are not meant to be abusing the power they've been given, they are meant to exercise their discretion and be judicious in the decisions they make as guardians of the public trust. As the system was built from the ground up, ages ago, by the likes of Hammurabi, Gilgamesh, Agamemnon, et cetera, all the systems of human-dispensed Justice and the enforcements thereof contain loopholes... by design.

It's all so those that have "special" knowledge can satisfy their "special" needs and evade punishments that would be levied harshly against the worker class, who of course are not really encouraged to rise above a certain level of power and authority. That's why, it's very difficult to overthrow and ensconced police officers. They really have no equal, unless you're a reasonably intelligent Paladin.

Speaking of "reasonably intelligent," I just took care of a problem we've been experiencing as a collective group. That problem being that, although I'm Paladining, some of you yon filthy reprobates do not "feel" protected. I guess you doubt my power as your mascot?

Well. Confidence is important. But, for one thing, most of you don't get my protection automatically. You would have to ask me. Somehow. And, I'm not your mascot here.

That's Daisy. Send all your protection requests to me through here, go ahead, now that she's been allowed to go outside, and don't worry: Richard won't mind if I speak for him in regards to his wife. Not because I am a Paladin.

No, it's because she just asked me to say that... in AstRAWRll.

[Jackstar]

Maybe you should talk to me about it, instead of playing dumb. How rude!

You will never be able to recover from the shame that you had to tell me with Dickstar simping for you and your crony supporting you as you shouted down at me without affording me the opportunity to speak. 3 voices + 5 = me having to type? Pfft. Weak. Literal definition. Picture in the book.

This changes basically nothing from my end --didn't even remember it, but oh, yeah, her, whatevah-- and it still doesn't, since that was the limited hangout.


And, you will -never- know what (PROT) told me about the (COLOR) (BLANK)(insect)(type_of_travel), because you won't believe me, and, lol, you got what from who, and, you got whatted by who, AND--you did you with HER for how many years? Holy crap!!  The mind reels.


I forgive you easily, it changes nothing for me, and, wow: good thing I had a plan to give you what you thought you lost, huh? Or else you might be pissed, because that is the most involved self-destruct sequence I ever heard of... that then got WORSE. For you.

Me: I am a D.O.M.B. Why don't you slap my ass and call me Sally for breakfast? Pfftt. Right, because I can't cook.
THE HOUSE HAS A FUCKED UP KITCHEN BECAUSE IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE I GET YOU MORE THAN A GRANOLA BAR AND BOX OF HEMP MILK.
CAN YOU EVEN HAVE HEMP MILK? LOLLOL, WAGIE, TALK ABOUT MILQUETOAST.

Did you have to work up to this? I had NO idea. Anyway, sorry, but you tortured yourself for nothing. idgaf about any of it.


(Let me know how your daughter feels about it, and should I tell you the rest, or, her myself, if you would so kindly allow that. Cheers, Matey.)