QueenGab

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☝️I think that's a pretty good design!  I can't wait for the NarcPride convention, can I go to watch, as a neurotypical ally of sorts?

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Maybe you can invite David Wilcock as speaker!

[Jackstar]

I can't wait for the NarcPride convention

I'll be sure to have you swatted while you're reporting me for gaybashing, false representation, and unlawful hoarding of resources declared MISSION CRITICAL under Presidential Seal.

Also: Do they have room for two more at NarcPride? Because I have two NarcRapists ready to roll out and transform into media darlings.

I can't wait

I could. I did. That is why I am q-Pindar, and you are... well, you're you. It's not bad. Here, have some gum, get one of your friends you think isn't a piece of gum to show you how to narc on it. (Also, btw, you have taken this exchange to a very dark place indeed. Can we hit her over the head and drag her back to my mother's cave now? wink wink)

[Jackstar]

Maybe you can invite David Wilcock as speaker!

Well, I only allow men named David to only be allowed to speak on topics that touch on rape. Well, maybe molestation. But mainly, when I think of David, I think of a broken femur, rape, and the one time King David of THE FUCKING JEWS talked to me about how he was gonna help me help him learn how to rape his enemies death with their children's broken femurs. And I remember, I said to him, "David! Using broken bones of children for such a purpose is evil!" And he just looked at me with a blank stare, and asked me if I'd like to be raped with the broken femur of one of his ancestors. I said, "only if my moil was your daddy and he sharpens the scalpel next time," and he laughed, and I laughed, and oh, how we laughed, together, not as equals (I mean, shit, yo: Jew. And, yaah, King, but I'm not proud, I won't let him know that I outrank him. But still, actual jew. Actual equals? Ugh, I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment to change my Company's charter's worldview) because, what the fuck, RAPE WITH A BROKEN FEMUR? That's some sick, twisted, Nancy Pelosi type shit there, dawg.

Oh, and, by the way: Nancy Pelosi does inviting. I don't invite people. to anytihng. It doesn't work out well.

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This is how I know this is a gag + setup + LHO amalgam: I just saw David Wilcock whining about being raped. I guess he's a recent first timer? hahhhahaha, yeah, welcome to the party, Sophomore Pal. Imagine that, being raped for the fist/first time... IN THE YEAR TWO-THOUSAND AND TWENTY-TWO?  FIRST RAPE? HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH.

I mean, that's pretty fuckin' funny. So anyway, implying that I do inviting, or that I would invite a narc, or that I enjoy narcing, or that you're doing anything other than baiting me into talking how your (blank) is a (blanking) responsible citizen doing HIS CIVIC DUTY AND NOT ONE GODDAM STEP FARTHER, you know, it's kinda like you're setting yourself up for another rape, cowboy. Also, speaking of "another rape cowboy," I'm not real happy about what happened to my goddam absinthe. Sirrus.

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👆no you guys have nothing that I want, I just post things that make me laugh.

Swatting is really the ultimate long-distance manipulation for manipulative narcissists, isn’t it?  Somehow it always winds up there as a last impotent gasp.  I’m glad we understand each other.

[Jackstar]

can I go to watch, as a neurotypical ally of sorts?

Again--an obsession with narcs and narcing. "Hey! Kids! No narcs! No narcing!!" Maybe you don't know what a narc is, lol. It's possible. Some people don't know what a Headquarters is even for. Play Taps one morning and all of a sudden, everyone LOSES HEIR MINDS


That being said, dude, I can go anywhere, but I've got shields -and- a willingness to test them. For example, I wanna tell the one about how some fuckhead was selling mad quants of dope, and then started spreading a rumor that I was his supplier (stop me if you've heard this one before), and I heard that, and I thought, "That's strange, I know I told that Catholic goy that I was a D.O.Being... well, I guess he didn't believe me. Silly Catholics. Well, let's see how it goes."

Like this, I were told: 3 years probabtion and he was forced to call his Mommy and bail his ass out and she had to come home FROM AFRICA to do this. She was reportedly -not- pleased. I, of course, pleased totesbeyondpunch.

I even have a trophy. And I didn't lift a finger! Not for revenge, or worry, or... well, I never tried to give anyone the impression that I was supplying him dope. And then one day, he invites me over, I get there, he hands me a bag a dope, and says to me, "Okay, someone is coming over, do this and say that." and I'm all, "Gee that sounds complicated. Uh, why?"

Christ, his bullshit story to rope me in was MORE COMPLICATED than what he wanted, lol, and I wouldn't have been down either way-- Neutral. Not totesneutral, not I take bribes neutral, not MyHighSchoolChessTeamCakes on Panmeat Day To Suck Syrups And Select Eggs, no and not FUCKINGNEUTRALMOTHERFUCKER EITHER. I mean it. Neutral. Not even boldface. My hand to God.


And so, yeah... he seemed surprised to suddenly fall from what he had thought of as 'grace.' I don't know what he thought, but I never told anyone anything, other than, "Hey, Jesus, get a load of The Clever White Shadow!"

I ain't even exaggerating, dog. You know, if could make money ratting people out, I wouldn't, and from what I've seen, there doesn't seem to be much money in it, unless people can take a picture of the money so it'll last longer.

[Jackstar]

I’m glad we understand each other.

You are glad that you just caught out in an authentic HYOO-mon emotional tell? Your emotions betray you, (UNKNOWN PROT)

I ain't even exaggerating, /dog.\ You know, if could make money ratting people out, I wouldn't, and from what I've seen, there doesn't seem to be much money in it, unless people can take a picture of the money so it'll last longer.

👆no you guys have nothing that I want, I just post things that make me laugh.

I even have a trophy.

Swatting is really the ultimate long-distance manipulation for manipulative narcissists, isn’t it?  Somehow it always winds up there as a last impotent gasp.  I’m glad we understand each other.

Hey, Kids, come look at the The Final Solution Book: pages and pages of nothing but the answers you would find at the back of a book of crosswords puzzle.

Speaking of 'crosswords.' Dude. Let me explain how badly this didn't need to be this way: a minor child could have been not the one in charge of making personal health care decisions for his mother, lol, then blaming me. You surely didn't hear about this one, and I'll let it slide as the matter has been -corrected-, but, still.

"For want of a patsy, the ability to -neatly- sidestep a thorny problem and get away with clean books, open and shut, no problem -you know. NEAT.-- someone has to fall down a hole. That is just and fair and right and proper. Now I don't agree with what happened, but I will say this: it confused me how everyone else kept falling into holes while I strode about my demesne.

Speaking of striding, that C-goy I mentioned before, -clearly- was salty and sad about how he had been rent asunder, and that I had seemingly escaped scott-free. Well, I didn't, and number two, I had nothing to do with his shit, and after unsuccessfully continuing to try to rope me in, I never thought about it, knowing that I do not have the power to stop a person hell-bent on personal self-destruction.

That fine fellow and I no longer associate. It would be, shall we say, *politically awkward for diplomacy*. Period, hard stop, oh, hey dude, hang on a second, I gotta turn my head and cough, *polite_hahahahahhHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA Ha* anyway, hi, so, did you really think that shit would work? And thereupon I could roll down a fuckin' laundry list of reasons to him about why his problems were never mine, and how carrying this unresolved grudge is really going to come back to haunt him. Not to mention, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, but you're going to skip this one this year on me TOO. Good lord. Like six months later, what's he gonna do, swing around for another try for the runway? Must be fucking satisfying flying around that fucking high all the time with that much fucking hot air to keep one's ego aloft. You know, he should come down here and tell me how I need to upgrade my wardrobe and he has a nice pair of pants he wants to buy for me, and he knows just the perfectly innocent bystander-like individual to do it. (Oh, and: hi!)

And then, I'd offer to let him buyback the $100 bill in currency of a nation that shall remain unspecified, because I don't know if he knew I knew it then, but I know it just as well now as I did then, if not better: he's welcome to come buy back his peace of mind and sanity for exactly what it is worth, and if he hadn't been such a scaredy cat whiney crybaby (oh, these memories come flooding back) he coulda done so long, long before now. Let me guess: he was a cretinous, cringing, obsequeious vile boorish lickspittle to my face... and knew when I took the paper and strode off, that meant I was "the guy"? What? Look, I'm just spit balling here, but, check it out,   /sirdogSIR\: I have thought about this matter before. A couple times. Not much lately, though, not real important compared to comparatively important matters, most important of which might be, "What if there's never a way for Jane to stop this crazy thing?"

Well, Jane is probably going to have stop treating Tarzan like a little bitch, then, because, like, I ain't Tarzan, and to me, Tarzan is my little supplicant bitch, and I'd raise him lickety-split and then I would explain to Jane exactly what she was doing wrong, namely: "getting off on feeling superior to a little bitch." For one thing, wow, talk about leaving money on the table. Whew. You know, those two could have had it all. I guess as far as Jane new, she already had it all. Heh. Did she even know that Tarzan was supposed to be able to fly? Well, whatever, let's move on from imaginary, literary misandry, to real-world examples. If we may? Oh, sure, I'll go first, of course, remember: shields before smarts.

Taking that currency --paper currency-- was the creation of a sacred bond between that man and I. It involved making sure everyone involved got what was deserved to all involved, and, knowing that I would keep that trophy OUT OF RESPECT and not as some weird power thing. I knew he didn't know that at the time --not because Jesus spake The Prophecy unto me, no, but because he was immensely obsequious when he showed me the paper he was oooooooobviously doing a mageforce cantrip on me. Like, Catholic Goy Boy Master Toy, was actually doing CANTRIP MAGIC on a LEGIT DIVINELY ORDAINED BEING. Uhm... definition of insanity, anyone? No, not you Jesus, I've heard enough out of You for one day. You and your knowin' all the fuckin' answers all the time. Stupid Messiah. Dumb Eternal Life. Asshole Promise of Shithead God. Grrr. Arrgh.

So I was interested anyway, and then I get a notSonar, notMagick blip on the notGaydar, but BestBenGayDarK-rad(nope, not crystal), which, I will admit, needs a better moniker, but one would be surprised how hard it is to make up a new acronym that sounds cool when Troopers have legit trademarked all thegood ones. I mean, yeah, sure, Troopers get, because... well, anything they leave behind is just gonna wind up being slop for the pigs. Even used sofa cushions. Which is where I found that guys dope, that I never either supplied nor sold for him, but that lovely Canlandian/Tartarian/Weylandi/Mutaniti/CORPCORPCORP piece of paper currency... well, tell you what, it won't be over on the floor on top of a stack of porn ready to collect anyone fingerprints on it, you can best your froggy fuckin' ass on that, Captain Sunny Max Delighted Boomer. Ouch. That's gotta sting at least a little. I didn't even have the courtesy to let him know that I never in a million years would do something like that... but it didn't surprise me when Jesus spake unto me, The Prophecy, the second day I met him. "DAT MAN, HE GOIN' DOOOOOWWWWWWWWN, stay out of the way of the timber!" And, well, you don't know the rest, but shit, I would looooooove to tell that story. Wasn't waiting, but I figured he would be dead of embarassment some day, and I know right where that Bermuda Triangle $100 is right now, where it came from, what it means, and I swear to God, if that man has harmed a single hair on your fuckin' head, I will play Chess with that man until his arms give out, and then force him to (blank) and (blank) his (blank) until he starts to cry like a baby. Wahh wahh wahh. "Ooh! Jack set me up! Jack's a bad man! Jack ratted me out!"... said the Nosferatu Rat.

Fuckin' Catholics. They don't even know who fucking Paul even was, let alone what he was wearing that day: let alone, all that much more about Mrs. Paul, other than, well, I guess, she's the one who fed him all that fucking fish or something? G-ddam.


Seriously, I will scan that currency right now, and if that would make you happy, we can go chase him into the woods and tell him Bigfoot is really The Devil, and you know what, at this point, if I had about five minutes alone with him, I could probably just be myself and scare him enough that he might be willing to believe... my God, just about anything.

But, honestly, it's a struggle for me to buy that it took him THIS long to come up for air and be a man. Do the right thing, que? Does he want vengeance on the wrong guy--who, mind you, happens to very skilled at negotiating kanly contracts, a little trick one rarely needs unless they have a lot of war den mothers with a lot of dead locks out back the locks they named after Hiram Irvings, The Better-Box-Back-Up-Builder-Upper-Tupper-totesbestbetterbatterthan, and let me tell you, that fucker can build a fucking nice box from the ground up, let me tell you. Anyway, unless I'm wildly mistaken, I've made an impression, and I am glad we understand each other a tiny bet better than before.

Have your client explain the rest to you and we can pick up the rest of this delicate matter tomorrow, or something, we'll see how delicate this gets handled, because, you know what? Fucking Christmas wasn't very fucking delicate, and the next two weren't delicate either. Mad #respect someone pulled up short of the pickle line but there is just NO WAY the matter of the Carribbean Currency cannot be addressed forthwithfrom here, you dig?

Like, what, did he forget about it, or did he think it could only be reclaimed after he kills me? Wanted to soak it in my blood, I bet. See? Catholics. Goy Catholics. Best kind, really, I mean obviously, this one -is- trainable. Hehe. Get it? -Trainable-? Hey, yeah, come and get it. Come train this bull.

What will that be, the third attempt? Jesus, I can't imagine, how many stoner wet vengeance dreams might have flown by before one whopper ever got off the ground. Oh, kudos and rolleyes all around, lol.



This was a good day. Damn I should have gotten high on methamphetamine! Except, I don't have any, it wasn't necessary, and, until this bloke I've been discussing mans up, or at least displays an honest effort and/or willingness to even think about what it's gonna take to do so... well, you know what? Jesus says he's a little scared, but he's got my back, and that's gratifying to hear, because I can guarantee Jesus that he's not gonna get crucified, not with him as my T-A, and Jesus says: "yeah that.. they can hear me. hango n. Capitlalize me, yuo prick. I asay;: "Oh, Michael, I am not scared for them.... I am scared for their mothers when they read what you just wrote about their sons without even PROOF READING, OH, SICK BURN, Taw! Taw! acckcakck Taw! huthuthut and just HIT 2 SUBMIT

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☝️ (quietly in David Attenborough voice) Here, having been caught out on a branch, the manipulative narcissist attempts to dazzle an unsuspecting mate with an extravagant display of plumage...

[Jackstar]

You are glad that you just caught out in an authentic HYOO-mon emotional tell? Your emotions betray you, (UNKNOWN PROT)

Hey, Kids, come look at the The Final Solution Book: pages and pages of nothing but the answers you would find at the back of a book of crosswords puzzle.

Speaking of 'crosswords.' Dude. Teleporting faeries, a jailbreak, and "I found this on the floor! Now I shall throw cat poop at you!" Is there a faerie named Calgon available? Set the controls for the heart of the son, he's clearly due for a kickstart and someone thought that was a bad idea. Like, I just can't even right now. Mesmerizingly stupid decision making by those who should otherwise be able to think straight. And if it was a Catho-Goy behind any of this, well... we're looking at a karmic tunnel cycle, which, I suppose, might be strictly speaking, something I might be culpable for, but since 88 hojilion hos have been blowing up my voicemail ever since I bridged the Singularity for all of Humanity (*attempts to look innocent/humble, fails spectacularly, melts hearts of all topresent, testantly*), I'm willing to bet that someone wanted my karmic tunnel cycling services -personally.- I do have a bit of a knack for this kind of Work, I did start pretty-pretty young, and --I honestly don't know if you heard-- I completed The Great Work. It hasn't made much difference in my Google Adsense Rankings, though. Disappointing. Must remember to pray to Gesus to Joogle, "how to not be heartbroken by your Google Adsense Analytics and totesfail your totesnext totesVIP hey, I just thought, here's an idea: why didn't you have one of the guys you were secretly running around doing dope with to just take you to the goddam airport? I'm listening. I remember... do you? It was because you were so fucked in the head you couldn't figure out that i was tryna be nice ever since I drove up and down the coast, just to TAKE CARE OF THAT PUSSY. Oh, and, nice dreamscape experience, hello, it's not that fucking hard to do, and, thanks for the astral fucking lessons, rolleyes, oh, and, lying about what you were doing -constantly- was -completely- sensible, right?

I hope no one will be disappointed to discover that I am not, actually, any kind of rapist, not not any kind at all. I also can't teleport from state to state in the blink of an eye... unless, of course, I am dreaming. Now, are you glad we understand each other better now? Because I don't think we do and I don't know how fucking glad anyone really ought to be. But, I have a stratagem that might get us there efficiently, safely, and as God as my witness: thanks for initiating a conversation with me about something -useful- for once besides just talking about your dick's children and how precocious they are. God, total bore.

Is this boring? I can never tell. For this is my area, and it does fascinate me. What do you think? Does this I-though-of-everything-and-here-is-The-Plan make my ass look fat, or my head, or both? Whatever, I was suicidal at fucking age 11, I don't need your fucking assertions that I have done something wrong. Oh, really? Have I? Oh, tell me all about, Kenny Rogers. Because that's your archetype, and now, here's mine: what I am, is a Mastermind, and what's more: I am a Hungarian Mastermind. You don't have to make a big deal out of it... looks like, it already is. (Who could have seen that coming?)

Oh, hey, btw, I just figured out how my dad could have inspired me to go to "real" university, note the small u: Confess his guilt at having had been brainwashed by jews to be a slaver/murderer/hunter/killer/robot, and stop being afraid that people will think he was a Nazi... because my dad was not smart + athletic + special land drawing rights, he was really smart and a star athlete, and his land --just some valley, you probably never heard of it, no big deal, not anywhere near switzerland, no big mountains, kinda like a big open sewer, really-- and then the Soviet Red Army came, killed his father, raped his mother, and pressed his ass into milserv for 3 years. So, he really just felt kinda bad that he honestly couldn't say... whether he was a Nazi, or not. He also says he's sorry for having inadvertently instilled a lifelong suspicion of (blank) into his son, because now he just wants to go around murdering glass and doing the fish. Wait, have I got that write? I'm biased. No, Jesus, you're not a Pisces, your birth heralded the Age Of Pisces. Haven't you learned anything by now? If there's anyone who lies, cheats and steals, and gets away with it with style and class, you can be yourdaddamsure that they won't be a Pisces, because they couldn't get away with anything. Hell, even the Jews got away with killing you! You forgot again, didn't you Jesus? Yeah, I would want to as well. I mean, to too. Here, walk with me Jesus, to this telescope. Look through the telepscope with me. Great. Yeah, see those two? See that treefall? Yeah, subtle, n'est-ce pas? Okay now that you've seen what those two can do, here's my prayer: "Make sure they don't try to skip out early by yelling "TIMBER!" in a crowded library while Keyser Soze's wife is on the hook for literally -trillions- of dollars in a complicated debt obligation debt-monetization program, please? Yeah, Pisces gonna Pisces, just make sure they don't try to skip out and leave ME with the Bill, you saavy? Great, Thanks TJesus, Tno Tmore Tprayers Tfor Tme, Ti'm Tgood. ?thaW

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☝️  Here is some sort of ritual recitation of personal mythology of the kind we've grown used to by now 🥱

[Jackstar]

manipulative narcissist

Oh, I'm unsuspecting alright. But I was -born- dazzled, (TAROT:The_Sun), and ever since we met, you have never gotten to know how I got born yesterday again.

Also, you should watch for he unintended slip caused when a person Can't Speak English Rite, because there's nothing with manipulating objects in the environment that one has, say, for example, special land drawing rights to, or, taking candy from a baby. One manipulates the baby to take the candy? Yeah, maybe if you're okay with someone calling you out for your shitty parenting skills one day. Manipulate the baby by forcefully seizing the candy and then laughing at the baby? What is the baby going to do, cry about it?

Yes, I should have been, obviously. Nevertheless, Puny human, there's plenty of grownups who require... re-training. Now, manipulation: making intentional errors that are bound to attract the attention of a target are bound to set off alarm bells when... one has failed to recognize that the attention sought is already /bound\ anyways.

Also, narcs and narcissists are -really- not the same thing and, like, wow. Does anyone else have any lack of general self-awareness? No? Yes? Maybe? HALP HALP HELLO IS THIS BOOMER CITY? MY WIFE IS DEAD AND SHE CAN'T WAKE ME UP TO ANSWER THE PHONE.


I still don't know if you're dead or alive, but, good news, everyone! I don't give a shit which it is, because one way or another, there's a resurrection scheduled. Juliet lit a match while sucking on a pipe she was told was unsafe, and, well... what, no more Romeos available? Just plumbers? Boomer City confuses me. DEATHTOUCH.

manipulative narcissist

Oh, I get it now: that's what you think you are, but it's what you used to be. Now, of course, just look at yourself: You're an Alfa Romayo on rye. DEATHTOUCH


I'll be dazzled honest dazzled, when I talked about dazzled shields, dazzled I didn't dazzled expect... just how crucial they would be. Did you see that? No, probably not. I'm probaby just a little dazzled by all those flies pouring out of that man's beard, and into his soup which suddenly seems to be mostly pee. Or Budweiser. What the Hell? Oh, I get it, this is like what happens in that movie, you know the one, when they're in dreams, and they start to wake up, and then Big Ji--*maincrashframeFAIL*

[K_Blubb]

☝️ Haha the old "I know you are but what am I?" God you people are children, even MDMD can occasionally rise above that one.

[Jackstar]

Here, having been caught out on a branch,

Wow, they just tossed you into the deep end, huh? Look, we don't call those "branches" here, now take this fork and show me what she could have done with it before you let her just keep eating all her own children after mating with a preying mantis.

lol. Which were found at the house. I was preying, alright. But only after I got to the point through focused meditation and conscious prayer. Before that I was just paying.

Alright, so, which branch? Apple, Davidian, Wing, Super, or Todd? Don't say Todd. I'm way done with Todd ever since he became a thuggy piggy cop who thought the could exploit the worker proletariat class anytime he wanted just because he felt like it. Honestly, I hope someone is fucking that guy, he probalby needs to get laid as bad as my 3rd q-wife does. (Sic 'im.)

[Jackstar]

the kind we've grown used to by now 🥱

Who is "we" in that sentence, and does it include me? Because the only thing I've grown used to is being exposed to relentless attempts to be used by conniving, swindling trapeze artists who are then suddenly surprised to find that I traded their net to Neptune to ensure their safety FROM ME.

And no one is safe now, so Pisces is gonna have to step up, step off, and step the clock out again. Aww, shucks.

[K_Dubb]

☝️ Well you haven't read my paper on it yet; I am still gathering observations.  It will be a followup to the smash hit on one of the old azzgabs, "The Drama Community Thesis", sadly NLA, maybe bunny has it