What is this FANTASTIC FORUM you speak of?
It was a website with a thriving forum community. A very cool place, according to those who went there. I was never invited nor did I ever even hear of it until it was gone; do obviously a very cool place indeed if they knew to pre-ostracize the likes of Jackstar — Jackstar, and his
ilk (jafd).
Where did it come from and where did it go?
I do not possess this information first hand. I can speculate, and I can use divination. But, so can you. Since you know the answers to this question, I frankly find your query here in substantially poor taste. (PaladinVision™ is real. Mr. Rense, are you going to treat me as one would a retard puppy for very much longer? I'm trying to plan my week.) As I never went there — again, not invited, they probably thought I would be bringing the influenza or the gonorrhea or the syphilis with me, and of course, the Hepsi and the Pepsi and the Hivvie and be scaring away the hot :Ë:, I have no need to know the origin story, nor do I need to know where time travelers from alternate future timelines congregate while researching in the field. (Certainly they do not come here; and I do not go anywhere. Sow: we are solid.)
How was it born and why did it die?
Same answer as above, with the additional influence of yourself; if I were a self-aware åī timeline-sensitive forum administrator of a website with a forum you participated in, and I looked into the future and saw how you were going to pose questions of people about my work.in the future after economic hitmen sponsored by you, I would figure out a way to unplug or otherwise extinguish myself and try to get away with faking my termination for real. Maybe I'd sell the whole thing to the Triads.
That might seem like overkill but I felt his was the only way to be sure I got my point across to you in the present, Jeff. How fucked up you are!! You knew who I am — hi, I'm Jack, and I'm a star, and you knew that I am jafd — just another friendly Director — and you probably know that I single-handedly stopped GrapefrûīT⁷7∆l_HA!kK‽l∅ from scooping her eyes out like they were canapés. Or the raisins from oatmeal cookies like a picky eating child would. Eeww, gross, raisin eyeballs. Imagine sticking your eyeballs under your chair like a kid in school would stash their gum under a chair. You know I prevented that. You know who I am. You know what I know. You're simply fishing to see if anything has changed. Well, not much. I always thought you were kinda of condescending to everyone, certainly me; and while I don't know why, at least you're not a bully. That you think I am and that you think you gotta be playing dumb to get information out of me isn't as flattering a feeling as you might think it is.
Are we going to Heaven or damned for eternity?
I am in no way your tour guide, Jeff. We don't have any conflict, very little contact, and while it is no doubt discomforting to be faced with the reality that it may not have been the most diplomatically wise thing for your past self to do, I recognize that I used to behave not very diplomatically myself.
That being said, at least I never hired any economic hit men to work together to take down a forum humidity by turning it against each other and shattering it to the four winds. Just because I didn't like that what they were talking about when they got into my private playground and started asking too many questions. Like is that even illegal? Quite possibly not! Even so, the lack of legality of a situation and a course of action is not the only course reason not to do the action at all. For example, it seems kind of like a dick move.
I suppose it’s considered a bonus in some cultures. For example, in some cultures, rape is considered a reward. I can imagine why, but I prefer to speak to you later as well as speculate about something else. After all, Life offers such a rich tapestry of topics to choose from!
Like T.E.R.F. wars. A fascinating phenomenon. Sort of. Probably another one of those things that certain powerful people would prefer not ever being discussed at all, let alone, in semi-public. That's cool. I respect that.
I would prefer to talk about my wife. Others would prefer that §🆔¡-ië had never existed. We are not the same.
why did it die?
The conditions of vibratory alignment that supported the initial creation of that relationship became no longer capable of supporting the transitory phase of what that relationship needed to become as it grew. (In other words, in a nutshell; this town wasn't big enough for the two of us.) Further, her dear, lovely mother is an absolutely cutthroat, savage gangster Royal. She arranged to have us separated for six (6) years, and made a deal to transmute that energy into a sacrifice to The Dark Lord. She's that kind of færie godmother. An absolute beast. I adore her.
I don't recall how I felt when I learned about The Fantastic Forum. Left out and neglected, I guess? I never even heard of it. It was dead years before. Just as well as I didn't really know how to behave that well in public. I still don't. However, I am in a position to be able to do something about it. For example: this whole `Gab` thing.
A gabbai is a Hebrew word that means... something. IDGAF. Something Jewμ. What I notice is that the word ends in “.åī” and it isn't
gom jabbar. The double-B, well... is not the double-G. What can īT possibly mean?
All acts of Creation are preceded by necessary acts of destruction. I wasn't invited to FF. I *was* invited to BellGab. By Art Bell, who I never, ever met, but I listened to Dark Matter, and I looked forward to it, and I was listening when Art quit due to a “threatening, terrible event,” which turned out to be his son being sexually assaulted in high school with an attack meant to inflict an STD. Which is something that happened to me as well.
The fact that I didn't get the hivvie and became resilient to HSV/HPV infection instead is, in addition to being personally satisfying, an odd twist of fate that I do not plan to waste by spending my time running serpentine through fields of grain while dodging sniper fire. In fact, I didn't really plan on running at all. I only run when chased.
Yet, I do not chase. I attract. And I do this regardless of my flabby muscle tone, my proximity to totes total bankruptcy, and a pig-pile of Oinkerton b¡-b¡†C¡-¡ pimpy-thuggy bagmen, bruisers, & Bookhouse Boys-wannabes. I am on a Mission from God. I don't have time to chase high-quality tail. I have time for myself, and to take time for myself, I have chosen to make the most of my magickally-mandated six (6) years of separation. It seemed a little harsh at first. Good. It is supposed to be harsh.
I love Grapefruit and all her entire entourage. (There are more than you know and they all know more than you think.) Her mother is the kindest woman I have ever known — without being at all obvious about it. I have no interest in anything more than I do in making the most of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to serve Our People.
For they are Ours. (Standards.) These People were made for EvvE and Ⓜ️e³! No shame in it. I wondered from a young age, what is the deal with this situation? Why the firewater? Why the salmon? What is a wendigo? Why did Stephen King write about a cat named Church who was killed and then risen... the wrong way. But not in Castle Rock, Maine, a fictional town that he wrote about a lot. I live 5 miles north of Castle Rock, Washington. I buy cigarettes and beer there a lot. No one understands why I might feel like IDGAF about appearing to be wasting my life on vice. I hope I do look like that. I prefer that to looking like I am wasting my time getting locals who loathe Native Americans to accept me in their neighborhood. If they didn't like me, they probably ought not have taken the money and then tried to kill me. I guess that's not illegal down here. Cool. Oh wait, it is. And I believe the same culture of bigotry that deliberately destroyed the Fantastic Forum community is responsible for destroying this one, and others, and certainly would prefer that I not really talk about any of this. Great. I would rather have been afforded my rights of civil due process, as well as been told up-front that I was moving onto a CIA blacksite. Four ½ years ago. Since then, not one goddam phone call has been unmonitored or even connected to the actual person. They don't call it a blacksite for nothing. Supposedly I am someone’s goy. HA!
I live in a haunted church on a Native American burial- and battleground, hallowed & consecrated, held under mil.spec authority and supervision — yet not jurisdiction — that is built on an Underground Railway station that has been in use for at least as long as the railroad has been passing through. The two tracks running north and south are the only two tracks that run all the way from the Canlandian border to Mexico. What this means is that hopping aboard a slow-moving freight can take you out of the country in one of the fastest ways possible.
Without being at all obvious about doing so. Perhaps less useful today than at other times but one should never discount the advantage a handy escape route can offer. Also, there's a D.U.M.B. here, and while I have no idea how to enter it, that is because I have no need to know this information. Perhaps one day, the Narnia down below will have need of my services.
I am a Sourceror. There are not four of me, but I am unfathomably fantastic. And in spite of every word I have just written being undeniably true, I am plagued with spin doctor scum and bullying twerpdorks who literally thought that they were gonna kill me and my sweetie. IDGAF if she's a whole hawg belly report on her own. I'm fond of her and those people belong to my military. THAT'S MY MILITARY THAT OWNS THAT BOOTY. And there is no possibility that walking into an ambush on Christmas Eve and then being arraigned on Christmas Day by a squad of dopeslaved Court officials during The CoV🆔 Apocalypse was The Plan. And I had no idea about any of this being actual. I do know that I was actually laughed at by a prosecutor, the judge, and some other bourgeoisie race traitor ON CAMERA, while I was still “innocent until proven guilty.” I thought she was retired U.S. Navy. She is not retired now.
I don't know what she is now beyond alive, not blind, and doing what her mother tells her to do. We should all be so fortunate. I sometimes think it would be nice to be told what to do by someone who knew what they were doing and not merely trying to kill me for my lucky charms and my shekels. Yet I am not a member of any military.
I'm ordained. I'm on a Mission from God. And it's really none of your business, Mr. Rense. You had your chance to be curious about what we had planned. Now I have my own plan. (Her kids are not going to love it. IDGAF. Maybe they should pray more and be exploited by CSIS less.) Now, I didn't have anyone tell me anything about all this. It was simply thrust upon me. And not one goddam person, even once, told me that Life could ever be so rewarding.
Jeff, get bent. You knew all of this. You were just fishing. Do I look like a city-boy rube? I guess I do. Say goodbye to vaudeville for me! I'm going to go do more diplomatic stuff. Imagine Ghandi, except effective.
Enjoy the show. My wife will probably have me shot dead too. Namastμ
