Just got off the phone with Jack, and...

[WORTHAUGERa]

He was decidedly upset.

I was playing.

He yelled at me and accused me of "manipulating" audio that I had forwarded to him in good faith.

No, I did not.

Very hostile and heated vibe from his end, while I had to laugh.

Oh we were both laughing, and the notion that he took me seriously seems quite peculiar to me. Like what's even less likely is that you're all taking him seriously here. This must be in code.

I can't grasp what it is that is so serious about all this shit.

Oh yeah, they're not telling him anything about what's really going on here. I wonder if she tells him? He's smart; he's not passing messages between us, and he's not talking to me much, which means he's talking to her.

What a delight.

Apparently I "agreed" to record all communications between he and I, and "package it for" an "audience."

No, but he did have multiple opportunities to do something of any usefulness; and he didn't do anything, let alone anything I suggested but he didn do other things including talk to people.

About me. Without me. Well that sounds nice. Doesn't that sound nice?


I never agreed to anything, and I use audio that I want to use when I make my podcast. I don't have anyone over me laying down edicts or guiding the direction of the show.

I didn't mean to suggest that he did, but I also did suggest to him that he took advantage of the opportunity that I had afforded him. He did not, and did something else instead.



The last time I'll ever budge on revising artwork of an offensive nature will be the artwork I re-did that featured the baby Jesus as a piece of shit. That was for Starr, but I'll never do anything like that again, because compromise is just not good bedfellows with creativity.


Yeah I don't think you should have done that either, but that wasn't anything I had anything to do with.

Jackstar, I never agreed to anything, and I could hold tons of stuff you've done against you such as talking shit about me behind my back to David Rubini, but I let that slide.

Well that's strange cuz I never actually did talk shit about you to david, I made statements that were then played for you and rather than believe that I made those statements knowing that you would be hearing them later you chose to imagine that I was having a private conversation with a guy who was recorded every conversation he's ever had since he's crawled out of the womb. Get serious with your faux pearl clutching. Pfft.

You obviously have a mental disorder and very severe moodswings that are beyond control.

Well you're obviously a cantaloupe. Hey, check the time stamps on this post, was this posted while he was under the grips of his opiate relapse? I don't know much about that, but he did just mention out his podcast that that was a case and now he's in recovery from it and if he was whacked out on pills that would certainly explain why you thought that it was a great idea to irritate me and talk to who's her nuts without any kind of oversight.

Instead of saying that Alli should seek out therapy, perhaps you should seek psychiatric help yourself.

I'm actually I did both and currently waiting on my lawyer to tell me what kind of thing I was supposed to do that would assuage any kind of requirements that the court has and apparently they don't have any. And well I'd love to go to a therapy with grapefruit, that'd be a little difficult to do right away just because the first thing I want to do is go to all the therapists that we went to before that she lied to and then asked the therapist how to stop lying about how much I want to laugh about her, cuz I do I want to laugh my ass off.

I don't think that would help anybody.


All the hostility is unnecessary and you are exhibiting what looks like one of many persecutory delusions.

Well that's just because you feel guilty and don't know what I'm actually feeling because you're not bothering to ask and you destroyed all your senses of empathy by taking these psychiatric medications. I'm not being hostile, I'm just pointing out stupid things that people have done. If I had forced people to do stupid things against their will that would be different but I have not


I will not ever sit around and tape your every word and publish it as podcasts solely because you wish me to do so at this moment in time.

Yeah I really didn't think you should do that, and that wasn't what I asked.


Tomorrow you'll wake up and either act like you never said what you said or you'll just pretend it never happened.

No at a time of my choosing which is now, I went back in time and brought this post up and then analyzed it frame by frame to describe exactly why I thought you were full of shit cuz I thought that there was no point in explaining that to you why you were high on dope motherfucker


I'm not going to disconnect from you or ignore you, but I will call you on your bullshit out here in the open because you're clearly a very disturbed and unwell man.

I had someone lie to the police to get me taken from my home and thrown into jail on Christmas Eve at the same time somehow one of my YouTube accounts was taken down for reasons unclear without warning or ability to appeal and the woman who called the police and lied to them about my behavior still hasn't written any kind of note of apology or demand for behavior checking other than... "Go away." Yeah that sounds healthy. That sounds so healthy I don't even need to format or proofread this post

I don't know where you get off thinking you can tell me what to do. Nobody tells me what to do, ever. I've never been an underling. I've always had 100% control of my decisions and thats not about to change.

Maybe all the drug abuse has got you bitter and twisted. I remember waking up not knowing what I said or did the night before, the empty wallet, and the pain I was trying to mask with the use of alcohol and other substances.

Hopefully you can get the help that you need. But in the meantime, I'm here to tell you you are incapable of playing me like a sucker. Ever.

Your tired old gaslighter routine flopped, and I'm wise to your styles. You tried to trip me up and get me to answer your inane, meaningless "questions" that are really non-sequitors and I laughed in your face.

Call me back when you're no longer on the rag and we can have an honest, direct discussion like men (if you're even capable of that at this point).

Get help. You are a sad clown, and everyone's laughing at you. Not just me.

Oh, oh goodness you're laughing at me, oh what is that the first time, am I crush now, are you laughing about me with my erstwild whatever she was?

Dude I think you didn't understand something: I brought her to Bellgab to see what she would do to you all, and the notion she was dumb enough to fall for any of your bullshit never crossed my mind, thanks for doing me a favor.

Now this is not an attempt to contact her, it's merely my statements of fact, I got six more weeks of this bullshit to do and getting more fun by the minute do I get a C&D yet am I going to get a restraining order haven't been going to get somebody to tell me to stop talking like what's wrong?

My personal milestone goal is that somebody sends you nude photos to bribe you to take down individual posts but I don't think that's going to happen this time. I don't think anything is going to happen this time.

I've moved on, why can't you all? Oh, right somebody needs a scapegoat. well good luck.



p.s.: I can't bring myself to format this or proofread or anything. I'm not going to lie about this: these were not your finest moments, but they may well have been mine.

Yule sea.

[Master Trollda]

Hey, OG-Twit! Is that your handle or what you're smoking?

[WORTHAUGERa]

Hey, OG-Twit! Is that your handle or what you're smoking?

I'm working on a co-branding deal with Twitter. I don't really know how this works--I'm kinda new around here, and obviously, I am a profoundly imbecilic man of exceptionally low insight and utterly daft character. No one seems to have picked up my 'just another friendly Discordian' brand--I'll be honest, I hardly kept up on it over the years--and it would seem to me quite evident, by this point, that anyone who does remember those halcyon days of yore are decidedly disinterested in either admitting their identities to me, or even acknowledging that period of history even existed.

I don't blame them. I kinda ended up lighting them all up, not all by my lonesome crafting hands, but being left behind when the reprobates scatter to stand alone and practice my narrow toolbox of contrite expressions hasn't been part of my brand, it's been a survivor's lifestyle choice. ("Yeah, uh... you see all those people who ran? They stood next to me because they know I won't.") It's what I do. It might be -all- I ever do again now, for all I know. I can feel them out there making their moves, you dig? I have sent two emails to four lawyers and a Sheriff today, and you know what I got back? Fuckin' bupkis.

So I figured if I put that as my name, they'd take me as a #Legacy. I think they have to. I think it's in the rules.

I don't have anything to smoke right now, so... oh, wait, I mean... well, yeah, I have shitloads of weed. *A tiny party horn is heard in the background--it wants to be a kazoo so bad, and just can't do it.* But, yes, I did imagine that someone would assume that it was something to do with cannabis, I can't actually remember what the fuck "OG" stands for or means, because I don't give a shit about strains and terpenes... I just wanted a goddam bag of weed that I don't have to drive 200 fucking miles and wait in a parking lot for 3 hours in order to be allowed to acquire.

They sell it in jars now. Wow! Actual glass bottles. What a country! Why didn't the thieves and reprobates that lorded over the supply like tiny, ruthless tyrants ever think of that? Oh, right--thieves.

I'll be honest: I bet I'm marked for death. Right fuckin' now. Hot damn, I've finally made it. The big time. If only my kazoo wasn't RFID-tagged already.

I'm gonna assume this answered your question. But the bottom line is this: I like using different avatars, and with multiple accounts on the forum, I can finally express myself with the kind of... oh fuck it.


I just used them to triangulate you.

[Master Trollda]

I'm working on a co-branding deal with Twitter. I don't really know how this works--I'm kinda new around here, and obviously, I am a profoundly imbecilic man of exceptionally low insight and utterly daft character. No one seems to have picked up my 'just another friendly Discordian' brand--I'll be honest, I hardly kept up on it over the years--and it would seem to me quite evident, by this point, that anyone who does remember those halcyon days of yore are decidedly disinterested in either admitting their identities to me, or even acknowledging that period of history even existed.

I don't blame them. I kinda ended up lighting them all up, not all by my lonesome crafting hands, but being left behind when the reprobates scatter to stand alone and practice my narrow toolbox of contrite expressions hasn't been part of my brand, it's been a survivor's lifestyle choice. ("Yeah, uh... you see all those people who ran? They stood next to me because they know I won't.") It's what I do. It might be -all- I ever do again now, for all I know. I can feel them out there making their moves, you dig? I have sent two emails to four lawyers and a Sheriff today, and you know what I got back? Fuckin' bupkis.

So I figured if I put that as my name, they'd take me as a #Legacy. I think they have to. I think it's in the rules.

I don't have anything to smoke right now, so... oh, wait, I mean... well, yeah, I have shitloads of weed. *A tiny party horn is heard in the background--it wants to be a kazoo so bad, and just can't do it.* But, yes, I did imagine that someone would assume that it was something to do with cannabis, I can't actually remember what the fuck "OG" stands for or means, because I don't give a shit about strains and terpenes... I just wanted a goddam bag of weed that I don't have to drive 200 fucking miles and wait in a parking lot for 3 hours in order to be allowed to acquire.

They sell it in jars now. Wow! Actual glass bottles. What a country! Why didn't the thieves and reprobates that lorded over the supply like tiny, ruthless tyrants ever think of that? Oh, right--thieves.

I'll be honest: I bet I'm marked for death. Right fuckin' now. Hot damn, I've finally made it. The big time. If only my kazoo wasn't RFID-tagged already.

I'm gonna assume this answered your question. But the bottom line is this: I like using different avatars, and with multiple accounts on the forum, I can finally express myself with the kind of... oh fuck it.


I just used them to triangulate you.

It’ll never work. I’ve got a square peg jammed in a round hole. There’s no room for your triangle now.

[Jackstar]

There’s no room for your triangle now. :P

I am not arguing that with you. I don't need room: I have space.

[Master Trollda]

I am not arguing that with you. I don't need room: I have space.

A distinction without a difference.

[Jackstar]

A distinction without a difference.

As long as it's also without a sheet pan and an unsheathed blade, I'm counting it mega.

[Jackstar]

I talked with him today--both ways--and this cut right into my plans to record more of myself babbling on like an idiot and applying for food stamps. Truth be told, I am not really all that hungry, but I am still trying to fit in around here, and as long as I am steadily lobotomizing myself, I figure I might as well sell it to the hilt.

He tells me there are more of his extra-juicy content drops yet to come. I, of course, told him to let it rip, good luck, we're all counting on him. After due consideration--which is ongoing--I'll have to figure out a way to address this relentless rain of cloudy meatballs that I can imagine myself looking back on in 15-20 years in a way that doesn't make my vision dim.

Also, I don't want to give anyone a stroke. "Uh, sorry about your daughter... I guess, well... she 'couldn't handle the truth,' eh? Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh, wait, she wasn't a Marine, so that's not as funny. Wait, what? She was? Fuck, man, whatever."

He was decidedly upset.

I'm just big-boned.

[Jackstar]

This hit piece gets more and more saucier the more I listen to it. This is quality tradecraft. Time was, a man would have to be lined up by Stasi operatives for decades to build a sufficiently detailed profile on them to give them the shaft this hard; now, thanks to the power of Google Analytics, this same s*** can be rolled out onto anybody. Anybody at all. Just get on Mister Big’s shitlist and you're up the creek without a paddle, Buddy. Believe it. They did it to Julian. They did it to Jackstar.

It's arguable which of us was the alpha & which was the beta. Don't worry -or- panic, I left you all some backdoors to exploit.

The backdoor never has a welcome mat. By the way, the witch stole my welcome mats–both of them–and a statue of The Buddha. Who f****** does that s***? Jesus.

[pate]

[MR. DRDR]

Dear Bee ✔ C.
Leave. HIDE! 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️  RUN!

     ALABAMA 👶 BABY!
              Or is it underground 🚇 or is it 🤔...
                    ✍  NEBRASKA ?✍

               
                 
    Harper Valley PP [BLOCKED FROM 🚫😳 U]
         

              AllicatSunshine and Domination
                                                "us"

WEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! 
                     We are in love.
                      Thank 😇 me!

You're gonna be bustin' 🪨 rocks in no time.

Relax.

Smile.

You are VERY sleepy ...
               
                   5.0

     ZZZZzzzzzZzzzZzzzz

       Sweet Dreams Mr. Bubbles 🍾😴✨😘

       You✍ are busted Mr. & Mrs. Ben Buttons
                            Pasta LA Vista!
                                      💋
                       -The Juden
                               #OFFICIAL

[Jackstar]

Dear Bee ✔ C.
Leave. HIDE! 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️  RUN!


              AllicatSunshine and Domination
 "us"

WEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! 

                     We are in love.
                      Thank 😇 me!

Well, I certainly fuckin' hope so, Loser(s). Rub her feet. I am tired of deleting my voicemails.


p.s.: Kill the dog's bitch.

[Jackstar]

p.s.: Kill the dog's bitch.

Again. Like I give a fuck? You told everyone I was a bitch, so... I BECAME WON.



p.s.: BEYOND (BLANKED).

[MR. DRDR]

Well, I certainly fuckin' hope so, Loser(s). Rub her feet. I am tired of deleting my voicemails.


p.s.: Kill the dog's bitch.

Rubbin her FEETS..

Deanna! Not now DAISY! OK ok NOW!

I ❤ rub ...



RUB RUB ! She lovin' Rub'in ❤ RubiniGab.com

      #judenPower
         
                          www.Rubinigab.com

           
    HEY U Jagwagonz and Old Farty JoyZ FatazzHags...
  ALL u azzfagz Ain't nothing like the REAL thang baby 👶!

                         The REAL THANG!
                     http://www.Rubinigab.com
    THE ALLICAT AND DOMINATION NETWORK
 COMING ❤ APRIL 23rd 2022 (MINUS JACK theHACK)

P..M.S.  OH DAISY.... my baby.. ouch.. lick it!

[Jackstar]

She lovin' Rub'in ❤ RubiniGab.com

Eewww, gross.

                  Ain't nothing like the REAL thang baby 👶!

You sure got that right.