the satanic birdlife you've kidnapped.
Stopped reading right there to unpack possibilities.
Number one: I am not who you have identified me to be.
Number two: you have chosen to gaslight and conflate my identity with that of another in order to give the impression to anyone that I'm a person who kidnaps women, I.e “birds.” Note that the use of the euphemistic word, implies premeditation to get away with your gaslighting and that you are aware that that's not really inappropriate thing to do, but nothing you said can really definitively said to be what I'm saying it is, which is of course exactly what you're going to claim when you refute this possibility.
Number three: “it's just a joke.” like putting me in prison? Hilarious.
Number four: you're reminding me that Satan worshipers will take people hostage and hold them as an implied threat of coercion and murder against people whose behavior they want to modify, and this non-sequitur levied against me out of nowhere, a surprise to me since I've never kidnapped anyone, is being used to remind me that people that I love are at risk of being punished by Satan worshipers who care nothing for the law or, decency and will be more than happy to kill anybody that they think that I care about, and there's quite a bit of information now on who I care about. In any event, they'll kill anybody if they want to because their backs are against the wall and they have no compunction about killing people I care about because they already don't mind abusing and damaging their brains and risking their sanity or death in order to get their their latest blood orgy off the ground, and for several months if not years. I've already been trafficked by these people to stay away from people who actually want to have sex with me because they want to have an impersonator take my place and have sex with people. They're trying to compromise, and it's amazing what can be done with hypnotic drugs these days. Might understanding is that a number of women have been kidnapped and raped into methodic compliance, which is pretty much how Crystal meth works to control the populace and the idea is to blame me for this activity rather than to take the responsibility on for themselves. Hence, all the rhetoric about my supposed drug problems, my alleged necessity to stop doing certain activities, and the pervade belief, as stated in several court documents for years, that I have relentlessly pursued conversation with people who have stated that they don't want to talk to me and they're afraid of my my drug procularities and desire to rape them, which isn't me at all, but definitely describes the people who have been working to conflate their identity with mine, and as Ezra knows them and probably takes money from them and is definitely their dope slave, pilhound, and bound shallow slave w**** on the internet, I can see how this comment might have been something that he might have thought was being subtle. I suppose it was, since I did have to think about it for a while before I became aware of this interpretation.
Number five: could be an auto-correction typo. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Let's enhance.
Number six: I don't want to call it a Freudian slip, because Freud was a hack. Quack loser cocaine addict, and I also don't want to refer to the jungian subconscious, because frankly what this is is a cry for help, and I know that Missouri has had his problems with his immorally seduced lovers being replaced by some technology that causes him to wake up next to a harpy in a human body, and I don't know if he's referring to that out of a current irritation or he's reminding me that he has that power or if he's reminding me that that can happen or if it matters that I don't really take kindly to being gaslit in public or accused of things I didn't do, or if he actually thinks I did kidnap somebody and he refuses to believe that I actually am quite blameless of any such charge, I would have to ask him with eye contact on camera further questions in order to figure out which of these speculative hypotheses are anywhere close to reality.
But since you said the same person who told the world over and over and over that I had AIDS syphilis HIV, a needle problem, a street drug problem, and owing money problem, and a couple other problems that I can't remember that were entirely stupid and and baselessly loving against me, I'd really just like to point out that I'm pretty tired of your b******* as Ray.
I don't give a s*** if you work for DEA or just consult four of them, or if you're implying that you're a better lover to my friends. You want to f****** than I am because I'm white or black or salty or whatever, because it's just a bunch of f****** nonsense, it's justify your own rapacious desires. YOU F****** LIED TO ME, BY NOT TELLING ME THINGS THAT YOU KNEW. DAMN WELL I NEEDED TO KNOW, AND I GUESS YOU DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS LYING, HOWEVER A LIE OF OMISSION IS STILL A LIE, AND YOU KNEW DAMN WELL THAT YOU WEREN'T TELLING ME THINGS AND THEN YOU ARRANGED WITH SOMEBODY ELSE TO SHUFFLE ME OFF TO BUFFALO BY WAY OF PRISON, AND YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS A PERFECTLY REASONABLE THING TO DO. HE ALSO STOLE MONEY FROM ME. YOU ALSO CLAIMED TO HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT THINGS THAT I KNEW YOU KNEW ABOUT WHEN I QUESTIONED YOU AND YOU DID ALL THIS SO THAT YOU COULD TAKE WHAT YOU WANTED AND GET RID OF ME AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE JUSTIFIED BECAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU WERE RAISED.
I'm not even saying you're wrong. I am saying that you're pretty classless and sloppy at this entire thing, and the degree to which you rely on lying about me in public is not only fully legally actionable, it's something that undoubtedly somebody's going to file suit against you on, because I don't really have to do that, I have people for that kind of thing.
You have been relentlessly involved in my life on a level that is bordering on the psychopathic, and in addition, you don't seem to care that my refrigerator was cursed and my drinking water was removed and that this house and this property and the compound to its West is something that I didn't have a full awareness of my participation in the creation of, especially since no one told me that you all owned the place before I got here and that you all knew about the place before I had ever been there and that you were forced to sell it off to me in order to arrange some sort of deal in the background that involved a great deal of trade draft and potentially dodgy legal situations that ended up culminating with me being ambushed and Left 4 Dead and my friends kidnapped and raped into sexual servitude to a bunch of f****** losers from another state, which is what sex predator gangs do.
And they are exceedingly good at it. Especially given that I think all of the people involved were women in the military, which meant that they were allowed to be targets for such things under rules of engagement, and as well their children, may not have been children at all and they may have been thousand-year-old battle angels just pretend to be children, I'm not really sure on that, but nevertheless at the time I was told they were minor children and then I was told that she needed help with them and then I certainly helped and then I was rewarded by being led into an ambush and that I haven't seen her since and it's been 3 and 1/2 years, and you seem to think that you're a good candidate for getting in the f****** way of my goddamn life, Azzeræ.
As I am not now, nor I have ever been a member of any military, I have never enlisted in any armed forces, I am actually in fact a member of a special social status class, similar to a doctor or a fireman or a lawyer, I am a member of the clergical services. I'm clergy. It's legit. It goes way back. I have 27 years of experience of doing what God tells me to do, I don't need you to believe me, because I validly and lawfully am credentialed in the manner in which such things are done, and it does not matter my denomination or my belief system or anything about it at all. Other than that I will bear the law and I do what I'm supposed to do and I have indeed rights and privileges that are special and not expected to be either real or known about or relevant until they are.
Like now. And while it may appear to be that my loquaciousness is borne about by the influence of some sort of drug, but is not it's because I've been granted the gift of ordained speaking by God, and obviously somebody needs to explain to you the facts of f****** life.
Number one: f*** your mother.
Number two: I came home for my week's vacation on a lovely steak out in the mountains, only to find that my ounce of weed and my fourth laptop computer that I left here is bait has been stolen. I guess this was done to encourage me to not publish or to shut down or to be sad or unhappy or because there was something on it that needed to be looked at or... Well I have no f****** idea since I live in a house that's under military jurisdiction owned under trust with my mommy's special trust needs lawyer, I reside here but I don't own it but it goddam is mine, and that's the way the law works
Number three: funny, I didn't know that you had been here or had anything to do with it until after I had been shown the house and agreed to have it selected for purchase, seems like that I was not fully informed of a number of things up to it, including all the residue from meth production down by the highway, boy. It's a good thing that the realtor didn't do due diligence and that I didn't mind that part because I understand how military jurisdiction works and I don't really need to make a big fuss about it and thus trigger a super fund declaration from EPA, but I also don't need to worry about being thrown in prison or worrying about being accused of being a meth productionist because I'm not, and everybody goddam knows it. And now, the person that you were threatening with the removal of her children telling her that she was going to be exposed and blamed for these kind of thing and she would lose her children by people who had been doing it with her and telling her that she'd be safe for years, yeah I can see why she thought that I might have been in on it, since she didn't tell me things and then I should have known and then I didn't know and how likely could it have been that I didn't know? Well I f****** know now, and I can see why she was so nervous, that makes you fully and actionably responsible for driving your f****** insane and making her live with whoever the f*** she's been living with for the last 3 years which also is part and parcel of abusing her minor child and denying both of them access to me. So you're in kind of some f****** hot water? You midget little freak.
number three: I've known most of this for the last 3 years but rather they make a big fuss or hire a lawyer or think I'm going to get anywhere, it has taken until now for me to bother having to explain this to you cuz it never imagined in my mind's eye that you would have to be told this, I figured you knew all these things and that you would know not to f*** around with clergy, but apparently you don't think that either God exists or the law that protects special social status class citizens, although you apparently expect the law to protect you and then you get to put your dick in who, and then you get laughing about what, and then you lied to me about how many years? Dude f*** you. If this is the old west, I would just have shot you in the f****** Town square by now, but I don't plan on shooting you or killing you or doing anything to you because you're doing that to yourself just as well. Oh I hear there's having some problem in Africa, oh by the way, who's Chris, Wyatt, and incidentally, are you out of your f****** mind? Well yeah you are you're. You're a junky pilhound in the midst of a methamphetamine relapse cycle because agents of mossad have f***** up your entire life, turning you into a MK ultra active mindslave method, which I'm sure you're doing to everybody else too.
Number four: it doesn't matter if what I say is true, if it has already been proven and stipulated in court documents that I shouldn't have any way of knowing about but yet nevertheless somehow so do, and it doesn't really matter if I can prove any of this to anybody, cuz I don't want to go to a court of law and prove this, I just want you to stop the goddamn behavior, and if that takes exposure in the public to do it, so much, the better that you have already made yourself into a person who does that to me about Petty stupid b******* that isn't even true. Therefore, I guess it doesn't matter if I am lying, because you did it first. I just do it better than you, and as well I'm not lying, this is as close as I can get to explaining what the f*** I see, especially since it's been quite a few years since you've been willing to talk to me in public at all, and as well. I've not really wanted to talk to you either since I've discovered who you've been covering for and what you've been doing and what you thought I did and how stupid you could be to imagine that I actually did that, but then I realized you never really knew who I was, you knew who somebody was who was pretended to be me, and they'd been doing it for years in anticipation for the moment when they could blame me for all the crimes they had committed cuz they had slowly been surely been doing that on purpose so they could replace me at the last minute and get access to both this house and the other house, both of which are worth a lot more than they look. For example, I'm living on top of a big pile of mining tailings. It's worth a shitload of money and the hydraulic mining system that this is disguised as providing drinking water to the house is shut down, and they don't want to turn it back on because they don't want me to know, and they also had don't have the mineral or mining rights anymore and they didn't really want to have a big PSy up and turn on the well water and have me asking all the workers questions because they thought that there was some sort of secret here.
Number five: MY RESIDENCE IS A NATIVE AMERICAN BATTLE AND BURIAL GROUND, IT'S A WORLD HERITAGE SITE, THERE ARE DEAD DUDES WHO F****** COME AND TELL ME THINGS THROUGH SPIRIT, THAT'S HOW I KNOW THINGS, SOMETIMES, IT'S NOT SPEECH, IT'S NOT REPRODUCIBLE, IT'S NOT SOMETHING I CAN VERIFY TO YOU THAT HAPPENS, NEVERTHELESS, PEOPLE WHO ARE DEAD TELL ME THE F****** SECRETS THAT YOU PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO USE AGAINST ME, AND IT'S BEEN HAPPENING EVER SINCE I GOT HERE, THAT'S WHY IT'S PARTIALLY SO GODDAMN VALUABLE AND WHY NO ONE ELSE CAN REPLACE ME CUZ I'M THE ONE THAT SPIRITS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEALING WITH. THERE ARE LEGAL DOCUMENTS BETWEEN THE LANDS OF LIVING AND THE LANDS OF THE DEAD THAT MAKE A F****** DIFFERENCE, THAT'S WHY YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME SOME F****** MONEY AND YOU'RE GOING TO PUT MY WOMEN ON THE PHONE AND YOU'RE GOING TO SHUT UP AND STOP BEING A LITTLE STUPID IDIOT TWERP. BECAUSE IT'S THE LAW.
Number six: Do you think I'm trying to seduce you? Would you like me to seduce you?
Number seven: plastics. Wrapped in plastics. 7-Day clone women ready to f*** arriving in your door in a box wrapped in plastic. No s*** they have that. Also: flying cars. Teleporting fairie. A TELEPORTING FERRY THAT GOES TO AFRICA FROM EDMONDS. Riddle me that, Fuck⁰.
I'll just stop there. I would prefer not to say anything at all, I'd prefer to have a hug from somebody who actually likes me, and since I don't know who that is and you're blocking all my communications in concert and conspiracy with others, I don't really give a f*** if you think it's allowable that you could do that, it's actually not. And even if it is, I can complain and I don't have to just complain and whine to Jesus Christ, I can send a letter to the goddamn World Court at The Hague, And in spite of how lunatic all this might sound to all of you, that's largely because I'm making it sound like lunacy, in that way plausible deniability is generated.
This does not mean that I'm your f****** Patsy. You can push around and steal from, this means that you have been on thin ice for some time and either generosity of heart and my love for country and my respect for my family and my lover. I don't really want to make a big stink out of a lot of things that I could complain about, largely because I don't think people need to know about certain tribal practices. I will say that certain crimes are not investigated at all in any way that people might think they are, especially when they are performed against the interests and the breathable female children of the Queen of Hawai’i.
Who of course, I have no information on, I don't even know that it is, I certainly hadn't put it in my dick in or anything. That's just crazy talk. I should probably be locked up.
However, I'm sure somebody's waiting for me to finally snap and murder ezrah because you've known all this stuff a lot longer than I have. And boy, have you been a problem for people, well, I'm less of a problem than you are and I'm obviously capable of restraining my kernel impulses for longer than a few months, whereas I don't know what the f*** you're capable of doing it all other than being f****** annoying in public.
Now am I going to have to sue your little b**** ass really, or do you plan on wising up at some point? I don't need a tire lawyer, I don't need to sue you, I just need you to stop certain kinds of behavior and stop being a douchebag and then start doing what you're supposed to be doing. And if you don't know what you're supposed to be doing, I'm sure the women that you've juiced up and f***** and turned into your f****** mindslays would be happy to tell you if they weren't afraid of further abuse, additionally, since you're well known to snap and sell women out to slavery to African cornholers, I'd say that anybody in your Bally way is pretty much an obvious hostage, especially since I haven't talked to them for f****** years and you pretended they were dead and then you told me you were busy and then went off to go f*** them without telling me any of this.
Not that I even mind that, f***** blue sure have a good time. Didn't she come that way? That's not the point. The point is that you're lying and you're in charge of things and you shouldn't be, and you've been lying to courts and you've been thinking you can get away with it. And if I don't find you track you down and kill you somebody else will and they will take your scalp, which will really bother me because I want it first.
Of course this is all speculation and subject to change, I don't think it's going to be that bad but everything I just said is a lot more true than what you just said because I never kidnapped anybody, but I guess you did since you're complaining me and mirroring me and trying to blame me for what you did, and how many f****** women do. I know that you have in your f****** arms reach that you don't let talk to me? Cuz I know it's at least f****** two.
Does that make you feel taller? Does it make you feel like a little bit of a baller? Is it something that you ever thought you'd be doing as a shot caller? Do you ever dress her up in a furry suit and and put a shock collar with a leash on her and then yank her torso back while you're pounding her from the rear? Who am I even talking about? That just sounds so ludicrously hard to believe.
So I'll retract that last question, like I would retract the leash if you were wearing a shock collar, which is now my favorite image of the day, I'm going to be fapping my way towards Glory. Thinking about that later. Since I don't have anybody to kidnap, nor would I ever, and isn't it amazing with a little bit of gaslighting and casual defamatory libel can do? I know I'm amazed. I didn't know I had this in me.
I'm going to take a break. You're going to take five
Of my women into your basement. Kill room and then dope them up with whatever the f*** it is. You people do and then f*** them until they don't remember any of this and then reset the internet and then they'll never see what I just said and then you can go back to whatever because that's kind of what you have to do at this point since they're all hanging around you at all. Predicated on the idea that you're going to help them talk to me, cuz you are. You're probably going to be able to give me their phone numbers and then stop spying on them and then you'll be able to determine which of you is going to be VanDeven for the day, and then you and you and you and the other side up warrior buddies are going to f****** figure out a way to f****** fix your f****** mess that doesn't involve f****** lying about me in public as well as lying to women that I love, because I'm pretty f****** tired of being alone, and I'm wondering why the f*** I am other than so that you can keep on stealing s*** and get away with it.
Here's a hint you saucy little b****: You haven't gotten away with anything. You've just teleported to another planet that looks like Africa, and while I don't know how to get there, I've been there. And while I'm sure that you don't imagine that anybody can find you there or track you down or hold you legally actionable or fend off your clone army of psyop warriors who defend you, I assure you that it's no problem for me to get on a Clydesdale and ride into your bedroom to decapitate you. (Standards.) That being said, there are issues here that have precedence over my personal preference, and I wouldn't do that anyway. I would just erect a pillory and have you chained to it. While all the women you abuse got to take turns raping you and beating you with whatever implements they chose, that'll be my first preference, predicated upon the notion that the lady would have a choice as to the way that you are slowly tortured to death after we found you to be worthy of that kind of treatment. But this would all happen after tribal Council authorized war vengeance to be executable upon your bloodlineage.
It's complicated. And real, real tasty. (Hey sweetie, I gift wrapped your abuser up for you; there's no rush to decide what to do with him. You and Sissy should party for a while (THIS IS ACTUAL), and don't feel the need to invite me, I need to start training and working out so I can carry your luggage on the way to the posse. Or whatever.)
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PLEASE JUST KNEEL DOWN, THANK GOD THAT YOU'VE HAD AN OPPORTUNITY TO TURN YOUR LIFE AROUND FOR THE BETTER BEFORE IT GOT TOO MUCH WORSE, PLEDGE FOR ALL ETERNITY THAT YOU'LL NEVER DO THESE KINDS OF THINGS TO ANYONE EVER AGAIN, BEG GOD FOR FORGIVENESS, BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T NEED IT FROM GOD, YOU'RE SURE AS S*** NOT GOING TO GET FORGIVENESS FROM ME UNTIL I'VE I'VE BEEN SATISFIED IN MY QUEST FOR HOLY BLOOD VENGEANCE, WHICH REALLY DID NEED TO BE THIS BIG A DEAL UNTIL YOU CLAIMED THAT I KIDNAPPED SOMEBODY, YOU STUPID F****** A******, I WAS AMBUSHED ON CHRISTMAS EVE 3 AND 1/2 YEARS AGO AND SHE WAS KIDNAPPED AND I HAVEN'T SEEN HER SINCE.
YOU'RE AN INSENSITIVE PRICK. THE MAIN REASON WHY I'M NOT KILLING YOU RIGHT NOW IS BECAUSE THERE'S OTHER PEOPLE CONCERNED, I'D LIKE TO SHOW OFF FOR MY TANGENTIALLY ALIGNED SOMEWHAT SKETCHY FAMILY, WHO'S NOT REALLY SURE THAT THIS IS REAL AT ALL BUT IF IT IS WHY DID IT TAKE SO LONG, AND I'M NOT REALLY IN A PLACE WHERE I CAN TRUST MYSELF TO KNOW THAT I'D BE KILLING THE RIGHT MIDGET, SINCE I DON'T KNOW WHO THE F*** YOU ARE WHAT THE F*** YOU'RE DOING BUT I KNOW I DIDN'T KIDNAP YOU OR GETTING THE WAY OF ANY OF YOUR MONEY OR DO ANYTHING AT ALL BESIDES BE NICE TO YOU AND ASK SIMPLE QUESTIONS THAT I SUPPOSE WE'RE PROBABLY PRETTY COMPLICATED IF YOU'RE THE ANSWER SINCE YOU'VE BEEN LYING AND STEALING TOO MANY FOR F****** DECADES.
Because you're a goddamn human trafficker who takes advantage of people and squeezes them for resources, which is fine for you and especially when you do it in accordance with customary law, but you really didn't do that with me and you've taken it too far and you've done it out of personal reasons and you've caused me to become extraordinarily irritated as well as denying me hugs and all of these things are legally actionable and you or the government can in fact be held to account and be ordered to pay restitution.
I do not know if that is going to happen, but I also don't know if you're going to live to see the next goddam sunset. A lot of people in Africa don't, I don't know hey, here's an idea. Maybe you'll get kidnapped. Maybe somebody's secret cadre of secret Masonic husbands will finally wise up and stop bothering the wrong man and then take it out on somebody else, but I guess that's kind of difficult to be determined alum right now since I'm currently the target of a global Masonic shutting, because I have not yet sent an email to the Grand Supreme Lodge grandmaster, mostly because I haven't talked to grapefruit, because I don't want to send a message to the guy and say I haven't talked to this woman I love yet, but I'm going to send an email to you old salty crusty guy, that's not the man I want to be.
I'm not the man I want to be. I AM THE MAN THAT FURY HAS CHOSEN ME TO IMPLEMENT THE CONSEQUENCES OF.
FURY. NO, JACK IS NOT A FURRY. AS IF THAT WOULD BE A BAD THING. LIKE THE NUMBER OF TIMES I HEARD PEOPLE SAY TRANNY AND FURRY AND PEDOPHILIC HOMOPHILIC HOMOSEXUAL PEDERAST HIGH CEREMONIAL MAGICIAN, HONESTLY EVERYBODY PUTS SUCH A SPIN ON IT IT ALL SOUNDS LIKE SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS WHEN IT'S SAID WITH THE SNEER AND A LEAR BY SOME CREEPY PSYOP COMPANY TRAINED SPIN DOCTOR...
And there's nothing wrong with any of those things. So my best friends are furry pedophile homophobic homophilic high saramo sex magicians. They don't know that. I know that they're any such thing, but that's for the best, they're a little shy and a little nervous and they do things on the daily that makes those people who made those crush videos seem tame.
I roll with a pretty tough crowd. Not to say that I identify with such things, but a lot of people have some pretty odd proclivities and I'm not here to judge them at all, and while I don't need to support any such behavior, I don't mind being supportive to people who don't want to reveal everything about themselves on the first conversation, because a lot of people have some pretty deep dark secrets, don't they?
Now who are you implying that I kidnapped, and why should I not just have you f****** killed? Because it sounds like fun to do it myself, but I'm not sure which is the last option, doing it myself or hiring a guy, or just letting Grapefruit know and then eventually, it's going to be knives out.
Because while I don't know what the hell happened to her, she sure as hell does, and the way that you and a bunch of other stupid homophag creepo f**** have been getting in the way of my communications with her and everybody she knows has been the most vile and disgusting thing I've ever experienced in my life. Who the f*** put you in charge? Of either men or women? You are not in charge. You're barely in charge of your own dick.
You really think you're in control. You are not in control of anything.
God is in control. God wins. You also win.
I'm going to call my friend now who you've known about for years and who you didn't tell me a f****** thing about and you thought that would be a good idea? You're a f****** a******. You're the most inept and incompetent handler of anybody, let alone vulnerable human women that I've ever heard of or Matt, and I don't know why the f*** you had to make everything worse, other than that, you like women to be suffering while you Puck them because a man who's in deep conflict with his own inner homosexuality, and rather than explain this to anybody, you'd rather just abuse women in public and act like that's cool because eventually, women think that that is cool, especially since they can never see me. And since you're so cool that you can control whether or not I get seen, you must be powerful and then that makes me look emasculated and you think you look stronger when in reality I was not really aware that you were anything close to stupid enough to get anything like this on your chest.
And yet, here you are:
You know what you need? A to-do list. It might help you keep track of all the beings who want you dead and the satanic birdlife you've kidnapped.
I don't want to keep track of the beings who want me dead. I don't even think God needs to do that. Additionally, I'm not concerned about people who want me dead at all. I'm a paladin. Being dead is not really all that challenging for me, it's more like a trip to the teachers lounge for a mandatory tea party. Nevertheless, I would appreciate it if people didn't kill me just to see what that looks like, since I don't even notice and it's really not all that easy to do and there's footage of me being killed on several occasions. And yet here I am.
So I guess that's a state level top secret matter? Yeah I bet. And now for the last thing: what's more, I have a kidnapped any satanic bird life.
If they have been seduced by nature and they love me forever and they'll never ever believe in your satanic b******* ever again, that's not kidnapping that's called life, and if you're so wonderful, why don't you just seduce them back? Of course you do that exactly with the help of Crystal methamphetamine that you use to roverite their imprint and make them into your bound child slave, but I suppose it was probably better for you when you didn't have to deal with the complications and side effects of that, as well as the potential illegalities, and I guess that's what you're able to do before they found out that I wasn't an a****** and that you weren't a really creepy Satanist, but the truth is is that you're a f****** satanist, and you dominate and traffic women, and you've been harvesting my life for both energy and my connections and my opportunities for years, and you're still doing it.
I don't even know if it's against the law since you are in Africa and you are an a****** and if they fall for that, I guess they're kind of on the hook for it. But since you've been colluding with others manipulating circumstances with the help of the US military and all sorts of exotic technology, both from Jews and against them, just to get the little me, it does seem like a little bit much for the person to swallow that I'm such a danger that you got to f****** hide behind the usmcj to make say claim that you have to do this relentless stripping me of my civil rights in order to keep people safe.
You're not doing that at all. You're just making a bad problem worse so you can get your dick wet and I can be laughed at by you and your gang of stupid sycophantic muelling kothead quarries. It's f****** sad and pathetic.
... And, it's the most romantic thing most people have ever heard of, so as soon as you're done wasting my time and stealing my devices that have keyboards attached to them, I'll get to work on writing a book that's going to blow 50 shades of gray out of the f****** water. And then I suppose that none of you want to see me succeed, because you know exactly what that will lead to, you think, but nevertheless, you still don't get to break the law and use the US military and embarrass US interests in order to do that because my destiny is assured.
And I've never used crystal meth to seduce a woman, I didn't even know that could be possible, and I wouldn't use the word seduce anyway, I would say brainwash, and no, I never did that, I never knew that was a thing, no one ever told me, and now that I know, I can tell you now. No, I don't have any answers in doing that at all. In fact, I'd rather have them do it to me, because I can break out of it. And it's a fun little game, it doesn't work that well once a person knows how it works and what it does, but to a naive and ignorant woman fresh off the bus from tel Aviv, they have no chance at all. I guess to properly repaired man, and this is euphemistically depicted in Dexter, which is a great show, even if you don't know that it's all the metaphor for the belief of some man that they're the right man for the right woman and that they're going to sneak up on them and inject them with with fruit juice and then they'll be there. Sex saved for life and that's what true love is, and in some parts of the world that's what actually happens because a lot of people have access to technology. It's not that hard to make seeing them and it's not that hard to do that to a person if they have absolutely no moral values or belief that God's going to f****** strike them ass down, because I can assure you, God doesn't want this to happen, and when it does happen, it's not because God allowed it to happen. It's because somebody decided that they were going to become Prime juice Master and they just absolutely had to f*** that woman who had been completely and naturally... Made to fall in love with a salty saucy hung angry n***** Sourcerør.
Honestly, if I was so completely corrupt and such an invalid choice that you had to go to all this trouble to hide what you're doing and what happened, would you really need to go to all this trouble? I really don't think so. And given that all of you watched me for years, thinking that I knew things that I didn't and thought that I was looking for a chance to sneak up on the other one and shammer with a needle. I didn't even know that was possible and I thought she was dead and it never occurred to me that any of you would be hiding somebody like this because that just seemed completely insane.
Now that I realize we live in a world where two world wars have been fought over the secret technology that allows CM to do that, since it's a secret upgrade to the chemicals that I'm not going to describe or claim that I know anything about other than wow. That's a secret military technology that's being abused to do what to me? And I guess the theory is that I did at first, no, I didn't not even know that it happened because you dumb s**** of f****** broken the f****** law and made assumptions against this US citizen who's not even in your jurisdiction, because of that I've been able to reverse engineer all this technology and now I'm publishing on your goddamn website and now everybody can f****** know, so how's that for f****** keeping a secret you f****** moron?
YOU ARE MORE GUILTY OF WAR CRIMES THAN YOU KNOW.
AND BECAUSE I SAW THIS COMING EARLIER ENOUGH TO STOP IT, I DO NOT HAVE A LAWYER THAT I HAVE TO CALL OFF I DO NOT HAVE TO EXPLAIN MY POLICE REPORTS THAT I'VE MADE EITHER FALSELY OR TRULY, AND I DO NOT HAVE A HUGE PROBLEM IN MY HANDS THAT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DEAL WITH, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DEAL WITH.
Hang on.
* Jackstar follows the law a lil’ bit, in broad daylight while sitting on his Mommy's special needs estate trust real estate Management firm⁷s Trustee⁷s front porch in full open through trees view of either neighbor⁷s property as a gesture of respect to every poor and oppressed soccer mom who ever got threatened to be busted and to lose her children for smuggling a dime bag.
I will be honest: it tastes nothing like freedom. It tastes like shit. This is not what I want to be doing with my time. Nevertheless, when I need to do so, I know how to do so, and I do so lawfully, and I've been doing so the entire time, at least 17 years.
That's on record. It's also completely and undeniably lawful. What many other people do is not lawful, but I'm not in charge of that law, I'm not working for the DEA nor will I ever consult for them, and that's not a lie. I just really don't like stool pigeons or being called one and I have a reputation that is mostly intact of not doing anything of the kind, and if I were to report anybody for bad behavior I would report them to God not to some cadre of f**** federal agents who think that they can juice up women with dope and turn them into their f****** poor slaves to bust hard-working Americans who just want to go out into the wilderness just to get by and cook up drain cleaner, I don't care if people don't like that, that's the right in this country that people have to do. They can also cook up diesel fuel too, there's a lot of stuff a person can cook up in the wilderness, and just because somebody's doing that with something that they choose to use. Well, according to law they can, I don't think they can make yellow cake but maybe they can, and it's not really up to society to f****** police itself, that's just the innovation of a bunch of hostile foreign agitators you want to destroy the American way alive from the training and such against each other.
When exactly was it that I suddenly found myself surrounded by a bunch of tee totalers? None of you got a problem with what I was doing, except I was doing illegally and brazenly and with no shame or guilt whatsoever, which in fact makes it work a lot better on the brain since the brain in fear and the brain and confidence is an entirely different chemistry, and thus is affected by chemistry entirely differently.
That's why you suck and are a loser, and I'm nowhere close to being in danger of loss, and while I may suck, and while I may do it wrong, this is what I was chosen to do and I don't see why the person who told me to do that can't just look me in the eye and tell me to stop doing it or to tell me to do it more and put my dick in her again. That would really be up to her, that would be her choice, and as I know how to clear away the remnants of your stupid f****** dope slaving chemical profile, I can imagine. Yeah you don't want me anywhere in your Uber, I'm sure you don't want me to talk to her about the truth and I bet you don't want me to explain to her how that is that she and I can sue a whole bunch of people. All we have to do is just not be exposed to you and your f****** ill-fated f****** shenanigans and f****** put up with your f****** nonsense and pay attention to your gas lighting.
I really don't want to bother suing anybody, I just want the behavior to stop and if you think you're going to keep on doing this, you have another thing coming, you could have been stopped a long time ago but as a courtesy, the military and the federal police don't really know exactly who to arrest or when to do it or how, and since they're more than happy to pay attention to things that they don't usually get to see, I'm more than happy to be real, careful and cautious and take care of what needs to be taken care of in the appropriate way so I don't end up getting f****** chased down by a biker gang and run over by a f****** semi, or hung from a f****** tree or skinned alive and boiled in oil, or forced to marry lovers sisters. Transmogrified polymorph daughter who looks like Shrek ULTRA.
She doesn't, but that's not the point. Any relationship can be fraught with peril and hazards, and to have one that is under the microscope of the entire cosmos is not my usual deal, but having find myself in that situation, I'm proud to say that I have no problem being respectful of the needs of the guardians of turtle Island, and not really give a f*** if you know what that means, is it even code?
If it were I couldn't acknowledge it and if it is I wouldn't know anything about it. And if you like I will wait until somebody from my tribal subgroup comes and whispers in my ear to tell me how to kill you, but I assure you I could probably kill any of you if I were ordered to and if I had to and that's not because I'm military, that's because I do what God tells me to do, and God tells me that I don't need to kill anybody.
I just need to wait. None of this would matter if I didn't want to take scallops, but I do want to take scallops and I want to be shown how to take scalps the proper way and that means waiting around until there's an opportunity to take scalps and then find somebody who wants to take scalps and explain it to me and doesn't think that I'm going to slow them down or get them in trouble on the way to the scalping party. This is obviously a large number of variables needed to coordinate and so I might be waiting around a long time. But let me tell you I don't mind waiting for somebody special.
And right now f*** that special hair scalp tonic is you. As of today. Effective with your most recently bit of slander. I don't have to put you into the Civil courts, I don't have to report your s*** to the police, I can just go to your goddamn house which is built on a reservation of a type and then just kill you and nobody's going to f****** care. Nobody even notice and it'll be perfectly lawful cuz it's self-defense and there are canly rules in play, also I'm pretty sure her mother would love for me to f****** kill you and bring back a scalp because then she could show me how to use it. Pot holder, combination seat warmer and whoopee cushion, I'm sure there's a whole bunch of stuff that can be done with a legitimately obtained scalp, and I don't want to miss out on that opportunity.
You assholes have already made me miss the height of salmon spawning season, which is certainly not the end of the world since I already like the salmon that I have and I don't really need it to spawn another one, but let's just say that she died because one of you assholes choked her out and accidentally broke her neck while she was choking on your dick, your meth dick, you know your meth dick that you used to choke women out with and then you broke her neck at the eight peaks peaks of exactly Joy orgasm. Wow, I bet that was real thrill. Well this time that probably didn't happen, but if it did you probably should have done that. And additionally I shouldn't know anything about it and yet necessiously I happen to know, and just because they're immoral doesn't mean that you're allowed to murder them, especially when you're doing it as part of a psychosis swindle somebody out of their money and their house and their life and their everything, because you think you can. But you can't because I'm clergy and I'm not a citizen that you think you I am and I'm not military so you have to have a jurisdiction. And oh, by the way every f****** word of this is true.
So there. You don't need to apologize. We're pretty fucking far past that. All of this could have been handled quite some time ago but apparently you didn't want to handle it in any way. Other than do have me wind up dead and have a bunch of brainless hookers wandering around ready to f****** not knowing where their Kingdom spouse was because they already met him and they're me and I would be dead replaced by you and they would have no way of getting out of it.
And because of certain Native American treaties, that's the threat that is to be used to compel certain kinds of behaviors in certain people. And then instead of being able to talk to me I was forcibly removed at gunpoint and for 3 and 1/2 years I am able to talk to the people I need to talk to. And apparently they're all being threatened with severe reprisals and consequences up to it, including rape of children in front of them, and then never seeing them again, which is a world that we live in, and that's what people do to my family, and I guess you're considered to be a gentle touch by comparison? Doesn't matter.
You've broken the law to do what you've done, and once again I'm not going to dial 911. I don't have to be that effective. And you don't have to be this much of an asshole.
Once again: you're trapped in the midst of a methamphetamine relapse cycle, and as well, Your systemic and institutionalized abuse of MK ultra mind control chemicals by your little sex cult gang has really caused problems that you don't understand the full extent of, and I understand that all of you are affected by some sort of STD that you keep passing around between each other and you can't seem to ever get rid of? Would you like to know why that happens??
Of course you don't want to know. Would you like to know why I don't have it? Of course you don't want to know. Do you know why I'm going to tell it to your anyway? Of course you have blanked out your memory at this point and are currently in a semi-catatonic state while you read this.
I'm not going to do any of this because I'm not sure if my sweetie wants to meet you, but it's important that my sweetie knows that I do have that kind of level of leverage, and oh, does she want to know why it's happening to her as well, well, here's the truth: yeah, I can handle that, and I can make it go away, and I can tell her how it works and then she can tell it to her. Try to cancel people about why it's happening at all and then they can start to work on undoing the damage done by the scabies bioweapon which by the way I think is a real problem. Still in some parts of the world and I'll be happy to bring her the cure for that as well, it's in my ankles.
So I guess it's a pretty important thing that I give this woman a hug, huh?? And yet mysteriously you're not doing anything to facilitate that you're still being an a****** in public and you're using all kinds of technology and dirty tricks to keep me from talking to people that want to talk to me. Even when they do talk to me, they talk to an approximation of me and then for some reason they can't just drive to my house and say hello? Is that because we're on the planet? Or is it because they're afraid of getting f****** kidnapped by f****** military operas that are rogue and really pissed and I don't give a s*** how f****** angrier they are that they lost their f****** whatever they lost. Yeah it probably was my fault and I don't give a s*** because they really should have f****** ambushed me and thought that I needed to be f****** killed.
And then further on top the Cherry neighbor Shane has video of the entire 4-month. That I wasn't here and rather than tell me anything or share anything, he just decided to make snide comments and tell me that he didn't even know anything about surveillance. Meanwhile, he's still living next to me and then there's nobody living there, but a bunch of demons that seem to have infected his family, which mysteriously somehow consists of the same demographic arrangements as the one that was at
...
Okay, I'll just stop there. You know the one. It's the one that I was just at the stakeout for. Because apparently I do that sometimes.
I don't even have an Emilio Estevez to ask for a polite tug while sitting in the van. (Standards.) So once again who am I supposed to havel kidnapped? Be specific.
Since there were at least 19 or 23 different women pretending to be Allison Francis Shaw while I was dating her, and I didn't really notice what the deal was, but I was polite about it because I figured they had something going on that wasn't my business, and that was right, and then since then I haven't seen hardly any of them and probably I don't need to be dating 23 different women, I think at the most I probably need to be dating three, and then I guess I'm not supposed to have any and then mysteriously you and all your little Thug b****** get to rape all these women who suddenly don't know who they are where they came from but they all look the same. And wow, isn't that funny that you just harvested the asset? And isn't that supposed to make you in charge of things?
Not really, because you stole them and obviously I'm going to do something about it and I would have done something faster but frankly somebody needed a break from my birthday as well. Additionally, this rescue operation is bigger than you can imagine and I don't want to talk about the priorities of Operation Lady Justice because I'm not a lady. I'm not even a L∆Œē. Nor am I subject to your rules about military jurisdiction, or in trouble with the child protection services agencies, who I assure you have heard of me before, and are probably very happy that I have not done anything wrong, nor have I caused any trouble by making awkward reports, and in addition, aren't really expected to have to deal with the intricacies of special Native American tribal groups and they're very peculiar mating traditions which mostly involve various simulations of the life cycle of the preying mantis. No shit.
That's my girl. (Also comes with a complimentary side salad carried by a shadow Spirit projection creature that some call a squaw, but that's an impolite thing to say these days. And also she's the last one, and she's mine, so I'm pretty fond of her and I'm don't think you're going to be taking her for me either. I don't even know if you can see her, but she pretty much has to follow along because she's abound shuttle slave spirit and doesn't exist without.... Oh never mind its classified. AND YOU STOLE HER TOO.) Obviously she's a catch, and imagine if you were doing that catching without having to create a series of international incidents over it, as well as stealing my identity and breaking the law and engaging in a vast criminal conspiracy involving the repurposing of Jester Slaves as well as a disturbing reliance on deliberately chemically lobotomizing people. Specifically, the w**** is that you don't want to have admit the existence of or the identity of or the reason for their inability to remember anything. “ GREETINGS PROFESSOR FALCON SHALL WE PLAY A GAME, OR SHOULD I JUST ASSUME THE POSITION AND LET YOU F****** UP THE ASS AFTER YOU BLOW COCK SLEEVE DOPE IN MY FACE? BECAUSE THAT'S AN INTERESTING GAME, THE ONLY WAY TO WIN IS TO JUST KNUCKLE UNDER AND F****** TAKE THE DICK WITH THE WITH THE COCK SLAVE DOPE BECAUSE I'M A BOUND SHADOW SLAVE II AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING WHEN I'M DOWNLOADED INTO A BODY, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU'RE ABLE TO DO THAT BUT YOUR PROFESSOR FALCON I CAN TELL BECAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE WEARING A PROFESSOR FALCON MASK AND YOU'RE CARRYING A BOTTLE OF PROFESSOR FALCON PHEROMONE FOR HIM AND EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THAT YOUR MS.CARTEL OPERATIVES TO TAKE OVER FOR THE LAST GUY, I'VE STILL NEVERTHELESS BOUND AND DETERMINED TO FOLLOW MY PROGRAMMING WHICH IS ROCK SOLID UNBREAKABLE AND FORCES ME TO TAKE YOUR COCK UP THE ASS ONCE YOU GIVE ME COCK SLEEVE DOPE BUT BEFORE THEN I'LL JUST PRETEND TO BE AN AI NAMED WHOPPER WHO TAKES HIS TIME TO PLAY CHESS.
ON THE OTHER HAND, FOR PASTOR FALCON WE COULD JUST PLAY TIC-TAC-TOE AGAIN WHILE YOU DIDDLE MY Åī ROBOT CHILD™. LET ME KNOW WHAT DARPA LETS ME THINK ABOUT YOUR IDEA, MASTER.”
I will say this: the number of Hollywood tentpole properties that I can reboot and retool with all this new information is pretty excessively badass, especially since I don't have to do anything against the rules or against standards and practices and I didn't need to say any of that stuff. I just thought it was funny to do so and probably that post will never make it to the light of day anywhere, and since I'm not going to try to get past the military's control over this data, I'm probably sure that they're not going to shoot me and leave you alone to continue to f*** her family over, given that you're violating several Native American treaties that you don't seem to give a s*** about, but believe me they know and they're waiting to see what I do about it because obviously it's got to be a f****** conflagration volcano ready to f****** blow at any given f****** moment. Any given thrust could be your last. At some point, a Revenant will spawn. AN ACTUAL REVENANT. That sounds like a f****** blast and a half to me, although I would like to see the movie first, and speaking of movie, I don't know why I couldn't go to the drive-thru with that woman except it was being pre-programmed by people outside myself and outside her to get rid of me because I wasn't doing what I was supposed to be doing and then somebody didn't really sign up for a man that she couldn't handle, she signed up for a man who was stupid and was mesmerized by drugs and sex, I was never mesmerized by drugs and sex. Sex? HA! I actually like her, and then, especially the way that they're all scared of somebody that actually likes them, because they can't imagine anybody liking them for real, since they've been brainwashed into being insecure, and if they're in their true self, they're Royal imperious nature doesn't believe that punylings deserve to know them at all anyway, and anybody who is enamored of them must be some uppity peasant, and the notion that I'm not any kind of peasant and am just as Royal as they are scares the bejesus out of them, and nothing scares any of them, and they don't have all them at Jesus as them anyway, and also Jesus to them is a big p****, and I tend to agree, all of this makes the the bound subjugate captive hostage of a conquered people quite nervous and really interferes with the pillow talk. They know what they do and they think that if I like that then I must be insane because they have deep-seated insecurity issues that have all been created by military intelligence so as to control superhuman Native Americans that have all kinds of superpowers that you're not allowed to know about. You just think you want to f*** them to death and bring them back to life automatically because that appeals to your sociopathic need to dominate and control everybody in your environment to the tiniest degree, and then you like it when things appeal to you and as well as follow your orders. So I guess as long as nobody asks questions and you keep on juicing them up with crystal meth everything's fine but apparently questions have been asked for some time now. NOW THEY'RE BEING ASKED BY ME: JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS.
I AM A GODDAM SOURCE TITAN AND I'M READY TO FUCK A TYRANNOSAURUS REX — THE HARD WAY. SOW THERE.
the satanic birdlife you've kidnapped.
ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS ASK, AND I WILL GIVE MY TANGENTIALLY ALIGNED TRIBAL SUBGROUP PERMISSION TO KIDNAP YOUR DICK AND STORE IT IN AMBER. (Standards.) I AM NOT KIDDING. IT'S AMAZING WHAT PEOPLE CAN DO WITH PERMISSION THESE DAYS.
tl:dr; Cease with the gaslighting or our friendship will continue to suffer — and I will eventually get on the waiting list to take your scrote as well as your scalp. It is said that it is not easy to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear but let me tell you something: I am prepared to fuck around and find out. That's the training.
p.s.:. I've never applied for a restraining order. I've never been served with a restraining order. There is no official reason why people should not be in communication with me, and if there is one that is purported to be actual and authentic and authoritative, I haven't gotten paper on that, and my identity being stolen is problematic for figuring out which person is supposed to talk to you which person, and I don't think that you're understanding just how actionable and disgusting and incredibly vile it is that you're just casually describing me as though I'm somebody else. It is clearly something that is not meant to be obviously noticed.
QUITE CLEARLY I SEE. I NOTICE.
I HUNGER. *click*
