The January 6th Fraud.

[Jackstar]

Scusi, mille regretie.

Now, I don't know much about this. (I was banished, and remain banished. Now, I don't like it when a witchdolf shamaness tells me what to do, you dig? Usually because witchdolfs communicate exclusively through infected bite, infected mange, and infected toenails. Sends a clear message, alright. Pass.) But when I am told, vociferously, when obedience is demanded... well, it gets my attention.

Here's what's in this for me: I take no pleasure in hearing this pain. This woman when she spake, spake the truth: The Rapy is Hard. /shudders in revulsion.

But... it is worth it. The results, I mean. From The Rapy. Like, look at that. Who would even make a word up like that? Some kind of WordFag! I reckon. Speaking of WordFag!... I guess I was right then. I would have been a fag, not Gayward! God, just look it.

Gayward. I'm pleased. It sounds like the bar on STNG. "Did you hear what happened in 10 Forward?" "Shit no, dude, that show is so old, why do--"

"No, the real 10 Forward."

Get the fuck out. It's a television show. "Yeah? They put baseball games on television. It's a show." (The cocked back spine. The arms crossed. The sneering down the nose. Thank God I am not one to be protective of my facts and positions anymore. No such thing as a Ghast? Okay, Buddy. Don't think that should be capitalized? Yeah I Bet, bud-dud-dude. I didn't see a spooky apparition this morning? How does one even know? Were they there? Did they send it, and they're trying to cover? JESUS CHRIST. I'm a fucking Sourceror, and I don't get access to ultra-potent informationl streams. WTFA?

Well some people are just better technical remote viewers than others, it would seem. I just tell my team to run it by Spirit and Akashic Spirit before giving me insights, and then I've learned not to think I know anything. NEVER! I don't know jack. And that's my name. I do know that I gave Wade a 10 Forward pass to the real 10 Forward. I didn't see her accept it, or thank me for it, or ANYTHING--the touch on my hand notwihtstanding, if that was her, it was a combo blood test/dipstick/toxinmyoxenegation spot check, which is a great idea. I mean, someone should have some idea what I am on about these days, right? I mean, who really knows?

The first time I saw an appartion/spirit appear I was paralyzed in a happy fear. "oh shit is that a ghost? or a mirage? omg I don't want her to leave! WOW. That's very obviously a fucking tablecloth drapped over the back of a goddam chair. I reember leaving it there, hours ago. Now it looks like a dead woman.

What can I say? Paradoilei is absolutely confirmed. The mind looks for patterns to organize the sensations it records. And that was some woman who lived in the house before, no idea when, and there's really no way of knowing. Can't trust an apparitve spirit. They always be lyin' about magnets and shit.

They have to, as being dead to the world they appear in, they can't communicate the way they would. It's in the rules. That's how it is. Unless it isn't at the time, but whatever, this was in the house that my parents moved me into, the year after I was born. God, that fucking town. It is a foul, loathsome, cesspool of a bulwark against OpFor--there's a chokepoint where the highway leading from the ferry across the sound (Ed: Mons) WAIT!? WAIT! DID YOU HEAR THAT? OH Whew. What a relief. That's just my (Ed: "Just"? You really were done? Editor, who is getting a new name, pronto. I do like Mr. Ed. I like horses. But it makes some people think of Wader, and that can't be done. This one abbreviates as Ju: JUSTICE is a name this kid gave me, two years ago? I guess? I'm not sure on the deets. I like it but I wasn't sure I wanted pass it on. And I don't want a Ju Editor. I've already had my cock edited. It's caused problems. Now I'm triggered. It's a very mild form of a trigger. Thinking about all the mutilated penii in the world... well, it just gives a man paws. Bear paws. A glancing look at the wholly intact, Holy terror clawnails, fully intact, I check down stairs, do I have a bear penis? Well, doe penis would have been more like it before, but ever since the cock doctor and I got together... (DRICK: Come on man.) I think that means it's going to be a hit. Yeah, that is solid. I'll shorten it to Dr. Ick. Now my -real- cock doctor... yeah. ID pattern match confirmed.

"Hello.... I'm Doctor Ick. Don't say that I am Doctor Yuk. Different Doctor. Similar idea. Except I do... uh, well, I' m more self taught. Having said that...
look I'm just not into thinking about the whole area of concern. It gives me too much pause. Ex's Paws. Hrrm. Quantumly indeterminate pause. I'll try these on today. I do feel fierce. Not frisky. I feel like being frisked. (The ghast was the spirit of a woman who loved me, sure, but mysteriously, it was only when she finally died that she realized... "oh. Maybe I shouldn't have toyed with him like an object. I know! I'll come back as a cursed werewolf. He'l say yes to that. He says yes to anything. (That was just because I enjoyed our close bond of trust that we had built over the span of 12 year. As soon as I found that she had been doseraped (like Dexter does), I had to take steps. I didn't take her to Dr. Ick, though. She was a floating ball of glowing light. Yes, it was scary... but it felt so nice and warm. It all sounded so fake. So, so fake. (I have some recent experience with that kind of thing.) It seems like, the more real the cock, the more real the woman is beneath the girl beneath 29.

Also, I heard a rumour that the banking system was gonna puke on your boots, so I moved us all to an alternate timeline where that doesn't happen to us... but we can view it. In case you were wondering what happened. (Tiffany says, "Dude! Mandatory Templar Waiting Pad!") I almost said, "I am a Sourcerot Fu. "Said." And almost 15 minutes went by before I made the connection: TIFFANY TIPPITY-TOP OF A CANOE AND HER TYLER TOO are uhm, Temple Butlers. I guess. I wonder if she'll let me borrow her Tyler. Apparently this is not unheard of. What is unheard of is someone being this much of a roaring public douchebag... so no wonder this pair of Ta Tas is fascinated with me. Like, what if she wanted to get married right away? Oh, well.. I'm married to Grapefruit now. And I declared divorce. And it -did- work. And Grapefruit came back and insists on sticking it out. I'm gonna have to call a conclave. Perhaps a thumb war on a tightrope. Or, perhaps someone could have just told me the truth in the first place. Tiffany is fascinated. I guess everyone else was always too afraid of her dad. Father? She says she calls him "Dad." Well, what can I tell you. I have a fascinating inner life.

And so does Grapefruit. I guess she's being held hostage. It would seem she wants out of her dying body. That's fair. Now I can get News From Town's Hall's End. Now, please help me finish this. I might sing it. I might not. It depends on who gets more jealous than anyone! (I'm jealous of her father. I won't lie. He actually could ask her questions. But he knows what... oh. Alarm. Klaxons. Teams are on it. Wow. Someone just assassinated the '"left" Grapefruit. The cursed one. Dr. J. Wow. Gf: She teleported in, severed the jugular. Rifle the pockets, kissed the target for luck and then Jewel blessed her. Dr. J. Feline De Sandy VagBadgee Hook. There she can go anywhere with that name.



A Doctor is a Doc on course, of course
And only a Doc can alter a Doctor's course
 unless there is an emerging unpleasant circumstance

Go right to the source and ask the nurse
He'll give you an idea that you'll maybe use horse
He's always on another timeline's course
Talk to Mr. Ed
People yakkity yak a streak
And waste your time of day
But Mister Ed will never speak
Unless he has something to say
A horse is a horse, of course, of course
And this one'll talk 'til his voice is hoarse
You never heard of a talking horse?
Well listen to this
I am Mister Ed

[Jackstar]

Totesure Epps is a Fed

How many times did he resist the New! Improved! MINESLICK Lip Gloss! It doesn't slice! It doesn't dice! You just put it on your lips! It's just a fucking tube of fuckin' lip gloss!! And then, with The Key, access to the utilization of Our Know: IS DENIALS. TOTESURE DENIALS

Imagine this: if I thought of it at all and it made it to the page, that means I put down my beer to use my fingers. These days, my fingers have ONE PURPOSE: make impressions on birds to make them fall out of the sky. (Dr. Ick: You're just sitting there. Are you okay? Are you really thinking you might have to catch her?) Look, it's a thought. I was wondering if you could hear her. (Dr. Ick: I'm speaking to her mother about how awkward it is that they would not have called at all if she had simply pushed the other) WARNING: HIPPA (Dr. Ick: *wiggles eyebrows*)

[Jackstar]

And so does Grapefruit. I guess she's being held hostage. It would seem she wants out of her dying body.

She probably doesn't remember this, but this doesn't work for her because of... uh, some obscure treaty she doesn't even know she's a signatory too--I'm not going to explain it to her, she's not going to ask, and I frankly can't make heads nor tails of it. (I don't get pages of books fed into my ear, it's more like a wellspring's font of knowledge. What comes up is what comes up.

One may ask why I don't just BUTT OUT and GO AWAY, JACK? Well! So glad you asked!

#1) I do this and it never gets far. I can't leave without my compatriot SuperflyTNT.
#2) Ignoring the situation leads to everyone collapsing again, and the net same result. We're all linked through causation; you might not like that asshole you're partnered with now, but... you're going to need someone later, which is coming sooner than one might think.
#3) I would like nothing better than to find a new escape vector. I am bound by either GF Prime or GF DeltaZee or GF Alpha; can't be certain without talking to them. I am the most dangerous man alive to be talked to, I guess? You know if your whole plan hinges on making me inaccessible, no wonder this isn't moving forwards.
#4) Leaving me alone with no one was shortsighted. I have a huge house and I am alone. Okay, so... I can leave with someone, or I can stay with someone. If I'm alone, it's a constant "Looking for partner... not found." Who would do this? Oh, probably Soupy, the eternally embarrassed wall-E flowergirl, who -of course- does not care to examine her own "oops" moment, and is not likely to be pining away for me -either.- In any event, dragging the bottoms of barrels and looking for new flesh are basically the only avenues for me until the setup reconfigures. Am I really expected to -never- pair off and mate again? Surprise, that's not going to happen. I don't have the drawbacks it was imagined it would have---and I don't even wish to get laid before 5.5 months from now anyway. I like being alone. It's nice. I don't want to settle down; I don't want to become a gigolo; I don't want to take shitloads of drugs.

YOU HAVE AN IMPOSTER IN YOUR RANKS. What do you want me to do? Snipe them? I have no idea which is which, who is who, and if it were up to me, I'd have left this all behind LAST YEAR. I'm glad Wader got the flying car, I would have done the same by now.

(btw: there's a Rubini who hates me and a Rubini who barely--barely--tolerates me. It's flattering both ways. #peacespace)

[Master Trollda]

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feds tongue my anus

Seriously. That shit happens.

Thanks, /*\. (That’s your New Pet Name.) I found something somebody else wrote that you're going to like:

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This post may be unpopular, but it really needs saying:

The sheet amount of disinformation and wild theories still flying about the 2020 US election should tell you one very important thing:

The intelligence community wants you looking backward more than anything, and will work overtime endlessly to keep you there.

Why?
Because when your head is turned around you aren't going to catch them systematically dismantling your actual rights far away from the dog and pony show they are blasting into your homes, hearts, and minds 24 hours a day; and if you do, cultural focus will be displaced conveniently and you will be ignored.

Remember this: you only know what you are told, and they only tell you what they want.

It's bait.

Learn.
It is almost 2023, and people are still insisting that we cannot move forward.
Let me explain something.
Your enemies didnt wait. They didnt sit behind in 2020. They have been moving at top speed undermining your sovereignty and your inalienable rights and freedoms.

Was there election fraud? Almost undoubtedly.
Is it provable? Not in any tangible way, which is why we are three years after and countless theories from electronic vote switching and faulty machines, to random "mules"; all of which are boats sailing with simply too many holes in them to stay seaworthy.
Why is this an issue? Because if we cannot conclusively digest the bitter reality we are in, we as a collective People, as a Nation, as a World, cannot hope to effectively combat our enemies moving forward either. The system continues to game people right back into the same tired struggle, the same false division, and the same endlessly upward climb.

The way out of it, is by recognizing the carrot on the string, and refusing to chase after it.
There are battles being fought in real time right now, over which your rights and liberties, the very things you require to stand up for your life at all, are at stake. Battles that need your voices, that need the spirit and willpower of the People collectively driving back an onslaught of authoritarianism.

We cannot win the battles of today and tomorrow with our feet firmly in the past. No matter how sharp the sting of a defeat, we absolutely must keep moving forward.

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This obsession with Jan. 6th is poppycock. Here's the problem: to people who don't know how these things work, it seems real simple to them they just kick out MK-UltraPedoJoe and put in Trump right? WRONG. Trump is Not_President, and Bi/Xiden never was.

Long live The New Administration.

Now, what does that mean? Well, here's a hint, it's way, way over my pay grade to explain it to you, or to anyone. It's not like I have the extra information that I know you have... I have just learned to pay attention, and I read. I read a lot. Most American U.S. citizens are not prepared to make this ultimate sacrifice for their sake of the country: actual literacy.

They'd rather just buy a gun every 3 weeks and put it in their gun closet and call it “vigilant” when they remember to take them out to oil. Pfftt. So that's part of the circumstance you got going on right now, because the January 6th smoke show has to have enough sexual smoke to provide cover until the next thing that happens which is Trump running for office again. What’s not going to happen is anybody coming out and saying who's really running the Country. Like watching the sausage getting made, go away Kid you bother me, what are you some kind of sausage production fetishist? SCRAM: need 2 KNOW, no basis, YOU GET IT? YOU GOT IT? GOOD.

Long live The New Administration.

I mean, don't ask me: I just know that They are running it, and IT's not running Them. Also word on the street is that Trump's been Patched, I wouldn't necessarily think of him as The Savior just yet. You something-salty Pats & ex-Pats don't have any way of knowing which way is the case, and in any significant meaning of the word, the man's always been compromised. And consider this: nobody knows how to take over the running of the country again at this point since this has never happened before, nothing's ever prepared anybody for this to happen... I mean, who's he going to hire? (Dr: Omarosa.) Well, we know he can afford her. Additionally, TPTB are only two/2\too well aware of the potential for corruption that can be allowed to slip back into the system, and I don't think anybody wants to go through this again, again in 200 years. So, best to do these things right.

He already has a Special Transition Team waiting for him. It won't be like last time. He might as well have hired Kermit and fuckin’ Fozzie Bear for all the fucking good those people did. There won't be a Deep_State_Raw, there'll be a deep state, there won't be a bureaucratic class, there won't be a ready pool of willing Wheeling applicants to do all this fucking stupid busy fucking the bureaucracy "work" that's no longer paid for in perks and yellow horse cake and hot dog parties with special drawing rights.

Long live The New Administration.

I'll be wearing one of my bathrobes when You Yon People think you need Me. You really won't, nobody needs The Hermit In The Cave On The Hill, it's just very comforting to have one in your corner when they aren’t a G-d damned raving lunatic, so you have a baseline to draw conclusions from when someone who looks just like Him/S\er shows up at a gas station halfway across the continent, trying to look like he was just coincidentally renting a raven when the shit went down.

Which *sigh* I am clearly not, hate to tell you about it, but my cover is totesblown. Frick. People know I'm smart. *FRACT* I can't possibly keep on pulling off the madness routine in English any much longer—hells bells, just yesterday I stopped being a monoglot and became fully capable of understanding Jive... & now, that's on fuckin’ record, man. SHEET. (Spot the typo?)

I HAVE SANDBAGGED LONG ENOUGH.
LONG LIVE
THE NEW ADMINISTRATION.
(and also First Nation Peoples’.)
YEAH, THEM TOO. I GUESS. PFFTT.
Not_Q

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