Oh, and this is the best ever, I'll ask if spreading rumors about the case to the judge counts as a violation of no contact.
Also: I totally accidentally —
totesnotacrook — sent money to her sister or whatever on WhatsApp and then somehow mysteriously must have been a glitch or fat finger ended up sending two payments to each sister and then didn't think much of it and then next morning I get a gruff call:
Rabble Rabble what's the meaning of this???”
(*Well dude, one of these days someday you're going to perhaps maybe mention to somebody that it was so obvious by that point that nothing bad was going to happen anybody that I cared about that I felt completely free and easily testing the boundaries of my envelope of reality to see what would happen, because I got thousands laying around, I'm not doing anything with it, so I could totally help in some way, if only I hadn't given the impression very strongly and loudly and clearly to the sheriff several months ago and voicemail that I wanted that woman kept away from me, y'all might not be so worried about me being some kind of stockhold victim (I mean of course I am, I wish I could go down there right now and give him another chance to try and set me up, it's better than stacks of Domino's falling down in sequence and then picking themselves back up again by themselves, like he's just literally been 4 years of this that apparently nobody thought I noticed, and I was hoping to virtue signal the message that I really would love to pay everybody back but I just can't, SORRY JUST CAN'T EVEN, because they called the police on me. I mean, these are survivors of generational trauma, they've got PTSD they got etsd they've got oh wait that's not a thing yet, well whatever it is that they've got it's delicate, and I don't want to get the impression that I'm trying to mock them by giving them a mirror 50 bucks I was actually just wondering if you're actually going to be front to me that this woman is doing this and all and this and it's an emergency but she still has the same phone number really because that's the one that... Oops. Since the Timing of The Perfect Storm depended on one tiny little push over the edge into insolvency, I would love to convey the impression that I didn't deliberately bankrupt your clandestine covert intelligence fagot department, so thankfully I'm not on the hook for that, but I will say that I am excited and delighted and thrilled to know that you're also concerned about more damage that 52 bucks and three pennies is something that you got to check on to see if it's some kind of code. So I'm pretty sure, sir, unless I ask you to pick up the phone and carry it over to her and ask her to put her secret code and then I tell you to tell her that I love her I pretty sure even that's not direct but no I'm not trying to directly contact her I'm trying to directly contact your internal affairs department and tell them to look at this shit, oh I bet you think you're looking at it already but you should probably look at a little more if you're going to be gruff with me about sending money over an app and claim that I got to be scared of you like what she still has her phone she's an emergency you got to kick me out of my house and separate me for the woman I've known for five fucking years but she still has the same phone and the phone number really? Aren't you concerned that I have accomplices that are even more violently oriented than myself? you should probably take her phone away like you took mine away by the way are you still using that to protect her? ANSWER ME YOU THUG HOOKER click*)
Yeah, I only got a line or two out about that one before he gave out and hung up.
This no contact thing is really weird. After the star witness and the prosecutor were somehow unable to present themselves, instead of recognizing the inherent innativity of the situation, judge goes on TuneIn 3/4 minutes scheduling binge filled with numbers and words and phrases and questions and responses and I'm like, “no wonder I'm hot for this saucy little minx in the black robes, she must be part Navajo, and the rest, Nava–
hot. G-ddam. And, troopers, kids, troopers were going to be kids you're going to love this part she actually fixed her makeup did I mention that anywhere I think I missed you to hear and only here on this website, and it looks significantly better and she was wearing that makeup two or three times that I saw her and I couldn't understand whether she was doing that on purpose or whether she didn't know and all the men like to laugh at her behind her backs and then we're going to tell her, and so when I had an opportune moment I mentioned the lady judge who is doing a whole bunch of annoying stuff and claiming that she had to, I said, “hey by the way... Only God wait is this a false memory did I actually tell her in person or did I write it here? That's so strange I can't remember if when I decided I couldn't fucking take it anymore and I had to tell this woman that the men that she's working with who suddenly flee the country when their case falls apart and their star witness doesn't kick down and my historic to hold together and I'm obviously not a problematic person, she's got a makeup on for I don't know how long but nobody tells her and then I show up and I mention it and then she fixes it.
Last time I saw her, I closed with, “do you come to this briar patch often?” I did not wink. That would have been not only discourteous but actual contempt of court because there are actual magical maneuvers that involve such things then even if I were not doing that —
Hi I'm Jack star have you fucking met me I'm winking with the tip my penis right now. I'm a sorcerer. Of course I'm doing shit in court. That's the deal, they make me take my hat off, I do Sourcerory to compensate. I'm so tempted. “you're on arrival question would sorcery on the alleged star witness constitute direct contact or would that be tangential or extra planar?” get this: this is an actual real question and she will be by training and by law forced to actually contemplate what I'm actually saying to her and then she'll realize she doesn't know what the fuck I'm talking about but she'll know that I'm serious and then she'll wonder what the fuck she's been dealing with all these months.
At that point I fully expect her to shift in her seat. It'll be reflexive. She won't even notice it first, she might notice while she's in the afterglow as the beams of light that exude for my pupils coalescent Cascade over her or a which she can't see but that's okay I don't need her to prove it, anyway this woman is already aware that I've been playing the entire situation like a fiddle since about the age of 14 when I figured out that I would have a goddamn friend of the world at this point my life and if I did I wouldn't want him anywhere near me because obviously if I were alone with the house and a bunch of money I would have a bunch of fucking enemies. That's been my entire goddamn life growing up. Siblings no emotionally available parents, and ever since I used their targeted watch list for wrapping my fish, every time anybody shows any sign of being somebody that I become attached to sigh of strike team is floated and they and they figure out a way to make them not like me anymore. Surprisingly easier the more interesting I get actually, they just feed them to her mother, then she makes them into exact golem replicas and wipes any memory of me from their golden replica brains.... which I am sure she saves.
Let me tell you all the coolest part about being part of a tribe but in limbo about the family part, I can still get all the conversation that's relevant, but I can just subscribe to the digest if they're caterwauling and mewling start to get to become too distracting from the....
Oh, fuck, I can't keep this up. Look it's really hard to be too much more clear about this, we're good, we've won, jobs done, I'm not so sure about some of you who probably don't think I'm relevant at all, and I have sensitive to the cries of hopium and meth mouth and various low energy and socially harmless ways to express diminutive disdain for difficult to manage concepts like, MACHINE READING ALGORITHMS REALLY AREN'T THAT GREAT AT PROCESSING METAPHOR AND SOFTLY PLAYING MUSIC NOTES OF THIS BIG THRUSTER IN A WAY THAT IS AS FAST AS SOME GUY DOWN THE CORNER CALLING HIS FRIEND AND GIVE HIM A CODE WORDS SO ACTUAL PEOPLE WITH ACTUAL LIVES AND ACTUAL DUTIES FOR GOD AND COUNTRY TEND TO GET ON THE MARK A LITTLE BIT FASTER THAN THESE FUCKING CUNTS AND LANGLEY WHO JUST WAIT FOR THE GOD DAMN AOL SYMBOL TO COME UP AND FUCKING SAY HEY WE FIGURED OUT SOMETHING'S PRETTY LIKELY THIS IS 33% CHANCE THAT JACKSON IS GOING TO LOSE HIS SHIT TODAY FINALLY YEAH HE LOOKS REALLY ON EDGE HE'S PROBABLY GOING TO GIVE UP I THINK HE'S WE SAW HIM CRYING WHILE LOOKING AT A PHOTO THE OTHER DAY WE'RE NOT SURE IF HE WAS HAPPY OR SAD BUT THEY WERE A LOT OF TEARS HE'S PROBABLY REALLY DEHYDRATED WE DON'T SEE HIM DOING IT BUT HE'S GOT TO BE REALLY HIGH.
YEAH YOU KNOW IT BABY. I'M HIGH ON LIFE SENTENCES. Like I didn't set this up on purpose so they can't get me for some kind of crazy vigilantism or whatever or being too anxious with my interest in going to jail where I feel safe and protected, this is sort of unfolded around me and as I watched what looked like a very poorly executed robo rally stack, I thought to myself this is it this is all the marbles I might never see this fucking woman again, this is clearly her exit strategy, and by her strategy I mean I just take it over by God damn possession spirit, I've seen this before I didn't just make it up and she was clearly one person irritated she walked in and then inside the house she's looked for a mark on the floor I swear to God set her body at the right angle and then executed another RoboRally stack, like this shit literally looked rehearsed, mechanical, like, autonomic-like, and it was literally like fucking bullet time, you dig? I'm not going to lie it was awesome I'm never going to try to create a situation like this again but if it happens again I'm going to really enjoy it, because somehow I just instantly knew exactly what needed to happen:
I didn't even know we had three huge glass sheet pans. That's what she did last night? she cooked a whole bunch of stuff in the oven with glass pans? Oh it was probably really distracting while she was going through withdrawal and everyone, including everyone in the entire world, just didn't answer your calls, wow I wonder what that's like, I wonder if it's anything like when you came back from Dallas and you found out that you were screwed and then you ignored my advice and you went to go talk to your fucking secret thuggy fucking piggy gang in your secret fucking husband you never fucking told me about, she wonder why did he threaten to kill you if you fucking told me that you were fucking married or did you just think it was a fucking good idea to fucking lighting your five goddamn years and then get away with it well actually don't know I mean it did turn out to be a fucking good idea didn't that and we didn't really lie or sort of buried I'm married to the tribe, and oh by the way I can't wait to tell you what I found out that set all this in motion, let's just put this way neither David Roy could have raped you because you actually like us and one one back and forth you actually do love us and we generally love you I think he loves you more than I do because he's got more money but I do have the advantage of never being a person who has her not answer the phone out of fear of what she might hear, but anyway we both love you and you have both loved us and that guy and that other guy no fucking love you if they did they would have been nice to me, because what they did to me as well as to you but specifically to me was born out of a belief that they were going to fucking get away with it.
Hey by the way I found out your rapist. Here's a hint that's probably not me or David Rubini. Also you've been hypnotized a lot more than you might think is possible for a person to be subjected to but they've got a number of tricks that can really compress that stuff up. You know when you read that book that said the beginning be careful reading this book unless you're in the care of a therapist well do you remember reading that and then I don't remember anything else I remember the first like two lines and then better remember anything it was like days later I remember you're going to do that did you actually finish the book or did something happen that's kind of weird that I don't remember that anyway, they can't actually wipe away memories of real love, unless they can convince you that it wasn't real, but I'm pretty sure you're never going to be convinced of the way that I love you because instead of being upset I'm thrilled that you gave me the best Christmas ever, and you don't even remember doing it. Repeat after me: “I don't even remember doing it.” I'm not telling you to alter your statement to use that as your statement, I'm telling you to use that if you ever talk to me again about your experience, I don't want to know what you remember, because I deliberately showed up after an indeterminate amount of time with no power in any of my GPS tracking devices, so I want to know if you knew when I was going to be there, or if you were just wandering around waiting to execute that plan or if you just teleported in or if they left a tulpa or something I want to know what you remember at all.
I want to know if you remember... Hey, judge, could you do me a favor and pretend to be my girlfriend for a just a couple seconds so that it's technically definitely not direct contact cuz I'm not trying to contact her I'm trying to contact you somehow so that I can point out to you that it's a little odd that the person you separated me from is really not cooperating with your social experiment, and I'm certainly cooperating exactly to the letter of the law as you say, and I won't ask and I won't look up if I'm actually expected a required to pay back financial obligations since I can't contact her and I don't really carry the way because the only thing I want to tell her and contact her about is to tell her that I figured out who raped her, and it's not who she thinks it is, and it'd be great if she would allow me to do a show with David rubini once a while without screaming like a goddamn banshee, so pretend you're my girlfriend, lady judge and then imagine that I asked you that question and do you think that you could possibly find it within your heart to recognize that it might be relevant for someone to somehow contact your star witness who's I don't know where, but is a recent victim of sexual assault and is obviously offer God damn rocker and clearly doesn't know who raped her.
Hey judge do you think that this is an example of direct contact if I know for a God damn fact that she's going to hear about this fucking post because it's pretty fucking saucy and... Look, judge, I'm really happy since everything's going the way it should have been going for the last couple fucking years now so I'm really enjoying it for the time being and I'm wondering if you could work with me on this logical step here if it's an emergency no contact and direct contact if it's an emergency no direct contact wouldn't that mean that it would be mandatory at a citizens duty to find as many ways to indirectly contact as possible? And I'm not going to lie honey I don't want to take that answer on zoom, I want to take it on blast. Now, what you think of that one over I want to know if I show you pictures of her over the Internet conferencing and she has some sort of magic that allows her to jump out of a photo and into your mind, would that be me directly contacting her or would that be me enabling her to directly contact you which you probably should have done before letting me get arrested three times with no due process probable cause or lack of obvious indication that this entire thing is a bunch of ludicrous horseshit nonsense.
I'm not saying you should be doing something, I'm saying you should have been doing something a long time ago and doing something the first place that led people to believe that I was suffering, well you know if that was your idea to fool the foolish into believing that you were really going to fall for this and that I was really going to be in jail or something well I guess you did get all the low hanging fruit right away but since you did it to me without consent or letting me know, it didn't quite work quite as well as you might have thought since I don't really care about the family anymore since the more you punish them the more that they will remember me is the man that they probably should have respected more, and I don't know anybody and whoever they know they're all undercover piggy thuggy corrupt cops or their good cops or whatever so all the money you're using to investigate all this is just investigating your cells which you should be doing all the time anyway look how long it took anybody to tell you about your makeup looking on zoom.
Now can I ask you to call up your star witness and read that to her or can I use semaphore? Because believe me when she got evicted and didn't expect to that was direct contact and I didn't do it myself someone did it for me but at this point I have to wonder what exactly you're looking to avoid happening with this lack of contact like do you want to make sure I don't fuck her?
Oh believe me, lady, don't worry she's going to be fucking you. I'm sure she'll be happy at the end of this considering the obvious light at the end of the tunnel but where she's at I think she's probably getting tired of getting injected with heroin and getting raped while I keep on thinking about her and mentioning things out loud in my mind which I don't know if it works but you know she is kind of special it is kind of why we went all the trouble to fucking kidnapper and rape her and all this shit and fucking stalk me for five goddamn years and tried to set me up every way from Sunday and then finally got it to work this one time on Christmas.
And it wouldn't even put me in jail except I was so goddam sick of her mother's cooking, it was a step upgrade. So let me be clear here, lady judge: I'm in charge here. If I wanted to contact her I would have paid to get her out. I like her there. If I had known she was being raped by her secret husband who's a dea agent, I would have been aware of things. If I had known that there's a compound that can be injected into a woman that will make her helplessly hopelessly fall in love with whatever the fucking targeted fucking images, well I probably would have been a little more enthusiastic about our first few dates, and it would have been a lot more understanding about her strange phobia for needles which is odd for a woman with a bunch of tattoos who only wants to get acupuncture and never wants to go for a walk unless she's with people who aren't me.
Now that you notice judge I've not contact this woman at all but I have contacted the environment around her in the future because she will eventually read this and she will be horrified and mortified that I have outed and exposed her like this in public on a forum who would dare go on to a public forum and call somebody a needle junkie? Especially if it was true!
And let's further develop that point is it still spreading a rumor if I tell everybody what's true or is it that I'm working to influence public opinion that will inevitably impact the environment around her. See I'm just not understanding what it is that you want to get under control with this contact, Judge. Like it's just something I'm supposed to be just in constant fear of to keep me in line because I've been in line the whole time and you've been paying attention to the wrong guy while you're thuggy piggy clandestine corrupt fuckhead in Source World enchanted you'd be amazing they can do a chemicals these days agents are all doing whatever they're doing and did I mention that these people plotted to steal my fucking house? Did it take you a while to get the evidence? why should I call the guy who owns it? Here's an idea why don't you call people who know what's going on instead of just sitting around and watching your gang of temporarily grounded flying turkeys rubble around making everything worse for themselves without recognizing the fact that the best thing to have done would have been to simply apologize and rewind.
Speaking rewind have you seen my body camera footage yet? Because I haven't seen it. I would love to see that again. That was one of my proudest and finest moments I've ever had, because my firm belief was that the plan was that I would stay and she would be whisked away and then the hammer would come down on me and I'd be like what I don't know about this and they wouldn't care and then they put me in prison forever, that was their plan they've done it so many times I've got a fucking bookshelf library filled with books that end this way, but it seem that this time is a little bit different.
so do you think it would be all right if I posted on the internet the letter that I wrote to her over Christmas time when she was giggling and laughing with their fucking thuggy buddies and I was wondering why she was doing she was doing, well I am willing to reserve judgment but I'm pretty sure she played you and said all this up so that she could alert the court to the fact that her family is being held at her dress and has been for a very long time and in spite of the fact that she is a conquered people and has been a naughty girl in the past and certainly has a great deal of extremely useful talents, that really doesn't allow your thuggy piggy DEA corrupted fuck head dick bags to keep them for themselves while getting rid of me for no reason as well as to steal my house because I'd like to know what the crime I committed was in teaching her how to not be an addict pointing out to her codependencies mentioning that she's obviously got some sensitivity that she should look into and at a certain point her family didn't care for the fact that I was helping her not be a goddamn basket case.
Fast forward it now and she's a goddamn basket case, judge. She can barely boil water to make tea. And even though I was doing all kinds of stuff too help her out she had to pretend like she hated me because somebody raped her and threatened to take her children away from her if she didn't fucking help him get rid of me. Do you understand that you were aiding and abetting a rapist with this court case? Oh, right that's right you probably don't know anything about her recent sexual assault history because you haven't even talked to her at all since Christmas which was 4 months ago and I haven't talked to her at all and I just found out couple days ago exactly who I was more let's just say I know who fucking raped her and I don't know who to report it to maybe I should report that to you judge are you listening?
And by the way if I email this to her you're going to call that direct contact cuz it sure as fuck wouldn't be, would it? In the meantime I'm pretty sure some member or family is going to read this post on the internet and then run into a room or else she is and say hey Allie stop being raped and injected with heroin and listen to what Jack wrote about you.
Oh wait. Cognitive dissonance. End of fantasy. I'm not going to lie it's pretty hard to maintain touch with an actual reality here, because I'm obviously not just not allowed to contact her I'm also intentionally being held in communicado for reasons which are increasingly wonderfully amazingly impossible to begin to think and speculate about.
For example it does seem strange that you Frozen the accounts of the victim and taking another victim myself out of his home and made him homeless, and then the person who was manipulated by her rapist and to forcing a scenario by which they hope to finally squash me like a bug, she's like vanished with the people who are holding your hostage and raping her, and then you're still talking to me about how I shouldn't be directly contacting her.
Well I can still directly rape her, right? Or is that just a right that certain law enforcement officials have in their Clinton capacities. Let me ask you something is it allowable for a guy like that to lie about having cancer? Because the story he told me he didn't add up and she obviously doesn't know anything about what she's doing and judge you're pretty obviously either being an accomplice or you're really not paying attention what's going on because the only reason why I'm allowing us to continue is because when she comes out of her fucking drug-fueled craze coma and realize what she's done her whole family will accept her and say we're sorry that we hated Jack so much he obviously loves you and we probably shouldn't have deliberately tried to fucking set them up to the goddamn River over and over and over again somebody fucking time family again unless it's on fucking entertainment Tonight.
Honestly, sometimes I don't know how I hold myself back. Most the time it's because I'm afraid that some cops are going to ask me mean questions and tell me that it's a violation of some super important emergency order that I don't roundly mock and humiliate the entire goddamn police force for their behavior this entire arrangement because I saw it coming from years in advance so I don't know how none of you did it either. I was saying that the plan was that it was going to be a lawful arrangement to stop me and fill me up with bullshit for five fucking years until they slowly inexorably chemically brainwashed and extorted and under course of force of rape forced a woman to send a man that she's been pretending to have a relationship for years to jail for something that's fucking stupid?
I'm just wondering judge if you might want me to volunteer for a gag or something. I'll tell you what I can get me one that's a little purple and a little Paisley on it and you put on yourself I'll take that right now.
Also JoJo let you know that it's very important to me to know.. no not her no the judge I forget her name see there it is blue seduction if I knew her name she would know I really care but she's just a civil servant doesn't mean that he doesn't pay attention to nothing doesn't even know that she looks like a clown cuz she assumes all the men around her telling the truth lady they are lying their asses off to you. They are. They told you that there needed to be an emergency no contact between myself and your gang of thieves undercover.
And you believed them? Oh wait that was another guy that I've never seen again. And then there was other guy who was laughing at me I haven't seen him again either. No it's pretty much just been you for quite some time now. Maybe they've assigned you to me because they think I'm sweet on you and you can manipulate me.
Well, toots, that's where you're wrong. You can manipulate the environment and I guess you can manipulate your little gang that tells you that they did what you told them to do, but you don't manipulate me.. you
impress me.
I honestly can't tell whose side you're on. Now that is one hot judge. Has an aside with the Aunt Jemima treatment be automatically direct contact or could that be... finessed? Look tell me what, I'm going to leave you my briefs, I'd like you to go over them.
When you're done why don't you have them to Mr handy you can use them to comb his hair? Is that still content of court and disrespectful even though it's clearly metaphor or is there a line by which a person is obviously being so openly and blatantly respectful of certain people, that at some point since it's being done with complete disregard for my future life as an assassination Target isn't it true that by creating an emergency no contact situation it actually enhances an emergency that wouldn't have otherwise existed?
I'm going to let you ponder that why relax and wonder who exactly I'm going to be told I'm not supposed to be flirting with. Like anyone or just the people that could put me in jail or mess things up or like I don't really know anymore. Like the only reason why I didn't before is cuz I didn't want to expose anyone to this corrupt government sells malicious malarkey, so once I figured out that we had a Stockholm syndrome situation going on, stopped making friends and just pretended to be a irascible hopeless loser... Which kind of believe me, made it really hard for her to continue to pretend that I was attractive. It also made a really hard for her to act like she didn't actually care about me when I noticed that she would be upset about something and when I asked her what was wrong, she mysteriously just stayed there quietly and didn't say a word and refuse to talk and then it somehow took a really long time for me to realize that some buddy had raped her again and she couldn't tell me because they had told her something that would make her believe that she shouldn't tell me.
Oh no, she should have told me. She probably should have told 9/11 when she called them too, probably should have mention that oh yeah and by the way I've been raped by a cop recently who've been threatening my life I mean what does she think would happen it would be any worse, was she going to... I don't know but you know somebody should ask her instead of continuing to give her drugs and dick.
You know at this point I'll take some drugs and dick, obviously you're giving it out all the time when you need to, I mean she spends 5 years in a relationship with me and never mentions that she's secretly married to some da prick and so now I guess she's not being raped and I'm the rapist now. Do you see that was the attempt there?
Well, you know what, probably you don't. I'm sure you rely on the people that you ask questions of to be honest with you since they're automatically going to be telling you the truth because you gave them money! why would they lie?
(Now, thinking this over, lady judge, I would agree that if I like walked up to her and said these things or if I wrote it into a letter and mailed it to her or even if I email it that might construe contact because this is obviously very incendiary and inflammatory post that I'm not even trying to make look rational or coherent, just like your douchebag prosecutor didn't bother to make his fucking case look, oh but it was fucking laughable though wasn't it anyway I don't think that this counts direct contact, and I'd like to know if it does or not because if it doesn't I will continue to make these kind of posts because in the future when this woman has come to our senses and realized I don't know what but I would like her to be able to hear what I would have had to say at the time if I could have told her that hey by the way I found out who raped you should I call your people who hired you or hired you or give you therapy or what what do you think?
I mean maybe I could call Dove house for her? I'm just spitballing here I wasn't sure if I could possibly even remember that she said anything at all to me when she was in distress but as she's a woman, you know how it is I expect that she doesn't have time to help me because she has to help her children and all her secret husbands and can't possibly help me find more of my mother's money to give her while she's run around with a bunch of thugs and not telling me about him and the thugs are thinking they're going to get away with that forever.
And speaking of forever if you need more than 4 months, then that's fine I mean this is a Native American high shamanist warlord, she can go out of body and rape people like in that movie The Entity, except this gal, let me tell you, there ain't no way that this guy could rape anybody cuz that would always be consensual anyway we talk all the time in our head with telepathy and I was wondering if that's going to bother you any because I'm not sure what you're trying to convey with this decision to remove all contact between the woman who's an abuse victim and the one person who's been straight up with her for the last five years, I mean what's the actual intent there judge is it that you want her to learn how to stand up on her own, because pretty sure you've done that for sure and then you've also insured that she'll probably be able to stop wondering if I'm cheating on her.
Oh and by the way I was wondering if you reported to the police on the night I was arrested what she said to me before she threw a whole shitload of food and glass and strange Native American posters on the floor, did she tell you that she asked me questions or did no that's right she didn't you didn't talk to her at all did she make any statements while she was listening to be caterwall for an hour hey do you have time can we listen to that right now I think I was really really on the spot.
It literally didn't matter what I said because I was just babbling and I was terrified because until you see the woman you've been loving for 5 years call 911 dispatch and speak outright lies you don't know how exciting life can be because it was either a brainwave weapon or I just heard you secret codes that told the cops to do something and then they did it wrong, because this lady didn't tell me about no secret code this lady while no longer wanted to be raped I'm sure is probably annoyed that it took me as long as it did to figure out a way to get her to do it for herself and leave me the fuck out of it.
Now, I don't need your permission to find out if she's happy, because by making these posts it is either the case that things are going to be fine and they already are because I'm obviously not worried, or I'm looking like a complete idiot so her family's third string plan in the background can set up a new wave of bullshit fake evidence and make a bunch of false claims about me about how I'm such a terrible person oh my God my personality changes when I'm giving fucking poison for fucking months by person is lying to me about what the fucking doing I mean who would possibly be calm under those circumstances? Someone who had a badge and some chemistry knowledge and the certain knowledge that there was no legal way to get busted for raping a Native American woman over and over and over.
Anyway judge you might be right she might actually deserve it I was just wondering if you had any ideas for how I might deal with the situation because in exchange for my volunteering of my time for this I kind of like to see some hangings again do you do that in your town still? Do you have a gallows? You know if you want to pay me some I will build you a gallows you know I got a lot of free time on hand since I have absolutely no friends nobody will talk to me they killed my entire family and my cat thinking that would get me to behave and it sure didn't and I have nothing to do besides watch YouTube and talk about things that I'm not supposed to talk about and wish I could talk to you whoever I wanted to and, obviously, under these circumstances, I have to continue to sit on my ass and do absolutely nothing as I have done for the last 5 months or so, because it's an emergency and if you think I'm going to hurry up and skedaddle for any of this nonsense, you are one super hot judge to be thinking of that.
And once again it's not everyone involved that I can't contact right it's just the woman who was manipulated into making a false report because she was recently raped by a total pussy who thought he could figure out a way to get rid of me before I found out what he did? Like seriously I made him the first minute I met him. Dude's one of them sweet types that's always so friendly so cool but... He knows the rules, and he sees a lot of people, and he's so nice of the ones that he likes, oh and he and his friend took my girlfriend and her sister and now they're suddenly an item.
Like they raped these women while they're on the other peninsula while I was in Seattle and then did that and manipulated them to do various things and I had no idea where their baby so strangely but I didn't really care because at that point I could figure out that they had been doing a whole lot of stuff and not telling me and obviously somebody thought they were going to be so clever and get me to be blamed for it.
Well I guess it worked, I can't get a date this time to save my life. People have known from 30 years are refusing my calls. I said hello to somebody they screamed with emoticons and blocked me instantly.
Now while this is personally satisfying, it is somewhat mind numbing, and it also further very strange that I keep asking people if the cat and the peacocks had been murdered or not and mysteriously nobody wants to even acknowledge that I've asked the question.
By the way you might want to tell everybody that she did exactly what she was told by your pathetic gag of puny thugs who took 13 guys on Christmas Eve to put me in jail and thought that would work. Oh yeah it fucking worked all right.
There was no way they were ever going to get my house or me under a false charge, considering that that has been attempted over and over and over for about 5 years. They have since compensated by taking the alleged star witness and letting her do whatever you want, or we'll actually not really... well you know what? who knows what they're doing.
I do know that they're not doing anything to me. I mean I suppose I could try to commit more real estate fraud, or they could give me more toxic poison, or I could get another girlfriend and they could threaten to do things to her, and don't really like that idea but the alternative is I just sit home alone afraid that I'm going to have anybody that I care about kill because I've really pissed off somebody by blowing up your little stupid operation and being untouchable for a little while.
I'm sure you will touch me later though. Honestly fact that I've gotten this far with it's much gibberish and bullshit and I haven't heard the cops come to the door already tells me that things have definitely calm down somewhat from the high tension instant response first two weeks of the emergency rescue mission in which I had like a platoon of dudes following me around watching every move I make to see what I was doing.
Now a competent lawyer would have had this case thrown out Christmas Eve because you obviously have no probable cause, and frankly as a judge you should probably be aware of that considering it's your courtroom, but as long as you're willing to set the bar at it's okay to appear completely stupid, I am willing to go along with the judge.
I mean seriously I can write a lot better than this, you know if I'm really high on PCP but her mother's best friend's sister's bridge playing partner is the only place I know to get that and I'm concerned that that might be considered direct contact given that all these people have about 18 fucking million fake IDs and fake accounts and all sorts of bullshit full time.
For example I've gotten a bunch of messages from people who purport to be what's her nuts, but none of them were really conclusive except for one video that was later deleted. Now I suppose it's supposed to make me feel sad and forlorn, but in fact it actually is extraordinarily flattering, because I assure you, this was a domestic violence situation, and why I appreciate the Court's willingness to bend the truth to help me in the way that they think I need to be helped, but I'm happy to proudly announce that I'm still a member of the tribe probably always remember the family especially now and don't need to be married or not because we don't have that kind of relationship.
Your actual victims are myself and that woman, and she has a severe addiction problem to being rescued. And it's beginning to get out of hand. I'm pretty sure I know exactly what happened this time, but it's not exactly fun for me to have to go to Great Herculean lengths in order to give this person the experience of an experiential demonstration of my cosmic power. Really I'm just actually capable of rational thought and I can plan ahead but, since I'm a Virgo Rising male and her mother's a Virgo I'm familiar with seemingly but actually effective and I'm pretty sure the only crimes you're going to find are the ones that the family was taking hostage had to engage in to continue to launder money for your corrupt DEA drug expansion during the COVID extravaganza in which... Well let's just say this, since I'll be happy to testify to what your #Officials told me, out of my telling you as soon as I found out what these fuckers were doing to this family I was pretty much going to take care of it.
I mean, no, not me, Jesus did everything I just watched. Oh, hey, did I mention that I figured out who raped her? It's pretty obvious now. No wonder that guy didn't want to talk to me. Anyway you want your report this year? or should I go down to the coffee shop and put a nickel in the jukebox? Look, I don't really want to ride anybody out, and if they're married it's not really rape is it and if she's blasted out on heroin and my control drugs how could she possibly be under coercion? I mean she loved it right? If she didn't call the police it must not have been rape. So I don't want to call the police I'm not entirely sure and frankly I'd rather let her know so that she would know that it didn't matter that that dude told her not to tell me I figured it out, and I don't know why she wouldn't tell anybody that's mysterious to me, and I don't know why that guy thought that would be a good idea, because now he can pay for her children!
And one final question, your honor, and I guess I must have been a dangerous one, cuz it literally just flew right out of my head. I remember... I know it's illegal for police to entrap citizens but is it unlawful for citizens to entrap police? Disclaimer: this is not an admission of guilt, this is not an attempt to contact anybody, this is a simple question that really shouldn't have needed to be asked.
I'm trying to think of more questions and there's several more but all of them contain words that I think might be too big for Mr handy to understand. So to stop there, I'm sure your prosecutor's office has a lot of time to look through potential sources of evidence for emergency malfeasance, so I'm more than happy to assist them in their endeavor to find you know, like, crimes.
By the way you know it's not a crime for a fed to rape a Native American woman if she's not on the res? You know it's pretty fucked up. I mean she's a cranky woman, but she's not that bad. I mean come on she's probably head over heels with glee that she led this guy over to me where my automatic trash compactor blew up your whole goddamn world again. Like how many more times is there going to be some kind of a trumped-up bunch of bullshit that's going to be turned out to circle back and make me look bad? I know what you're thinking, just one more time, right? Then you can finally charge me with my first offense and then I can cheerfully gleefully go to rehab for drugs I'm not actually addicted to, or was interested in, or was willing to buy. Pretty sure that's where they had to go for the lasagna option, they didn't really have a lot of choice, and they clearly were not aware of just how far I was willing to go, just to make
a point.
Hahaha *my tongue > your gavel*
p.s.: Gabllings, as you know, I can write a lot better than this – but I want to really make it look like a complete retard made these people look stupid, because while I didn't think the people that I knew were that dumb, it was pretty apparent that the undercover drug addicts that have infiltrated your enforcement wing are just beyond idiotic and clearly did not measure my character very well.
This all started because I actually liked her without
any drugs... and her whole little gang
couldn't fucking handle it. /preen
(Take as long as you need for your Emergency, Judge. Obviously it would be terribly inappropriate for the alleged instigator to be informed as to investigate a details as the ongoing situation, however I will say at this point what day is it yeah if you haven't gotten statements from the whole family yet... well, if they tell you that I'm an asshole and I made them do it, they'd be right.
By the way, your honor, yesterday was our five year “anniversary.” and as soon as she admits that one of her rapist games or herpes, I'll go get a blood test myself so that you're ridiculous people can't claim that I gave it to them. You know I wouldn't ordinarily be so hyper vigilant but for some reason you have a no contact order from the person as well as the residents as if 500 ft is necessary, so it's obvious that the emergency here is that you all thought you had to get stuff out of me before anybody noticed that you were completely out to the lunch.
Don't correct me if I'm wrong: I'd actually like this case to drag on for another 12 years, actually. Suits me down or ground soon as those little girls are growing up to be 18 that would be a great time for the case then, what do you think? Then we can all vote together.
Oh now I know why they didn't want me to teach the kids self-defense techniques because the thugs are playing on raping the nieces! Oh, yeah, I bet they thought they'd never get tied up in anything. Sure thing they're untouchable they got all this blah blah blah, oh my God.
Now is there a rule against posting a copy of this text message I got from this doggy spook Who went from being all ballsy and haha I got your house to cry and whine and weeping when he discovered that something didn't go his way and now he's been thrown out and I don't know where he is or care? I'm not really sure where we are in this contact thing like I'm trying to be unbiased at just pointing out the stupid stuff or I'm actively trying to defend the people who need defense which is just me I just build another prison around you know I can't even imagine.
Anyway I can't quite figure out who I'm supposed to tell the identity of the rapist too so I'll just not mention it and then let her mother deal with it.
I mean obviously she never liked me any way. I steadfastly refused to try to rape any of the minor children and fucked up their sequence of memorized dance moves for their breeding program for generations to come. I do feel bad about that, however, I'm pretty sure they just wanted me to be something that they could figure out a way to easily get rid of. “he raped me!” is often a good bet.
They were trying to get her to do that on me last year. That one didn't work out so well. I deliberately slow the rotation of my root chakra while paying close attention to how excruciatingly unattractive a person is when they're continually forcing themselves to lie about who actually raped them.
I don't know I don't think that's a hypnosis thing I think it's some kind of a you know technology thing you know you might have heard of that, that kind of thing apparently it seems to exist because I don't know how the hell anything could explain that woman going to all this effort to set all this up so that I can blow up the entire world instead of her just telling me what actually happened and then I would have dealt with it somehow.
Obviously, there's a legal way to do everything, isn't there? For example, slowing the wheels of Justice to a grinding halt and circling the wagons as slowly as possible would usually be a good thing to do to protect the city's liability in cases like this except at this point the only liability of the city had was that they fabricated a fairy tale to cover up the extraction of a target, and because of that fairy tale included outright lies till about me and the extraction of the target turned into a 38 page soliloquy designed to get me into jail and away from the carnival...
Okay, they'll never figure that out. Even I can't even bother to pay attention. Pretty sure I've covered everything the requisite 8 or 9 times, I can't imagine how much more obnoxious, petty, passive-aggressive can be, although when I imagine a prosecutor laughing in an innocent man at the idea of taking his God damn house and Christmas Eve comes to mind I'm pretty fucking sure that I'm reaching the goddamn bar level you got here, Sir.
Like seriously I thought it would be like a day or so that you would go and call your ugly little piggies or whatever or you admit that you don't know where she is or whatever it seems that would be the thing to do would be to just give up go away go home start over but if that's not going to happen, I'm more than happy to cooperate and give you all something to chew on that will waste your time and give you absolutely nothing. Or, it'll give somebody the bright idea to try and manufacture more bullshit so I can see what that looks like.
In conclusion, I would like to know for the record that I do not find all these foggy criminal shenanigans to be harassment against me, but rather an opportunity to practice watching what psychokinetic shielding does to an intensive campaign of targeted harassment.
I don't know, maybe nothing at all! I do know that the members of certain families that never want to see me again are going to have a hard time taking the stuff that I'm writing and producing is evidence and saying, "look, he's clearly insane! he needs a restraining order!” well, what can I say? I do collect them, and I did want her to change her name, and honestly I don't think I'd want to see any member of that family ever again unless they had a fake identity.
I mean I'm going to need to hear some assurances that they took care of the man who was raping their eldest daughter and tried to put me in prison and failed miserably. Like is he still hanging out going all shucky down? Is he still threatening people who know that he did it with whatever to keep him from telling him not he obviously to do it let's go give me a call and I'll report the rape no problem.
I don't think he's a public figure and I don't know his last name so I don't mind saying I know who the rapist is definitely didn't look anything like David definitely not David I don't care about David I like David fucking she might have deserved her he did I don't know and they're married anyway but the other guy he definitely raped her.
And the other one did too. And the other one probably. The youngest one I think he's cool I'm not really sure. As you can imagine these people who were being held hostage in my nose for 5 years while I appeared to do nothing were a little bit reluctant to believe that I had anything to do with going on other than talk shit.
Well I identified the goddam rapist, so you know, if it was so easy to do why didn't you do it? His name is blank he's bald he's a junkie he's got cancer... Like seriously they were going to kill me and replace me with some guy and they thought that was going to work.
She is persuasive isn't she? Let me know when you'd like me to be available so she can wind up more cops to send at my logical woodchipper.
Also if it's cool to have a windup toy that you can stick drugs into and make her love whoever you want and tell her to betray things on a stop of a dime I like to know what kind of cop I need to be to get one of those and not go to jail cuz that sounds like a lot of fun. You'll probably be a lot more fun when a person is addicted to whatever and does whatever they want and just free Wheels until they hit a break wall, but I think it would be a lot more of a challenge to do with integrity.
At least not without being really obvious about it.
