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{Wow, I bet someone who thought that stealing JACK@TRIOPTIMUM.COM and its associated contact points was gonna be a slam fuckin' dunk, huh? Well, it's not. It wasn't. And, as God as my witness, I am not planning on killing anyone with one punch to the face.
That's why, if I start swinging, I'm gonna be aiming for boobs 'n' shoulders. Now, stay with me here--I am not a violent man. However, I don't think I am capable of killing anyone with a single knockout blow... to the boob. But, to the face? Oh, yeah, I can imagine myself in the lead role in a reboot of
Con Air. No, I don't feel vengeful or murderous, no, not at all. Could that happen? No, I don't think so...
However, some risks involve possible losses that simply cannot be considered as takable. For example, I would never bet my cock and balls on a coin flip, even if it were a rigged coin... I mean, after all, I saw a dropped key land point-first and stay standing straight-up, and there was that Twilight Zone episode with the coin flip that landed on-edge, and stayed there. So, I would never risk the chance of accidentally killing someone by allowing myself to visualize punching my Aunt (PROT) in the face... no matter what My Mother, The Grand ArchLich might be thinking right now. Besides, I thought their war was over? I'm not the instrument of vengeance for my mommy, anyway--I thought My Mommy's Lawyer was in charge of that kind of thing. Really, all this bullshit about face-punching comes from Kniggereach's comments that were leaked, and I'm not the one who punched myself in the face--that was A. Shaw. (No contact Shaw, btw, and although she nailed me in the jaw with her right cross at least two times--maybe three? she hits like a girl so it was a laughing matter for me anyway--but I never returned any blows, nor would I ever... she's a woman. I am man, and if I hit her in the jaw, I could easily kill her. Doesn't she have osteoarthritis by now? Hell's bells, I wouldn't even punch DVR! I don't think you all understand what it means to be a double Taurus born in the year of The Ox--I COULD KILL A MAN WITH ONE RIGHTEOUS PUNCH. Which is cool and all, but would I -want- to do that? Oh hell no, if someone is that fuckin' guilty, I'd wanna hit them with a Taser a few times first.) Now, I know it sounds ludicrous, but it's the truth: months ago, I was perfectly content with no more punishments being served onto anyone, and I stand by that opinion, as I think everyone involved has suffered enough, through sheer embarrassment alone.
That being said, I don't know what you fargin' iceholes have been up to, total blackout on comms FOR MONTHS, and as it has now become apparent to me that I have not been told anything resembling the truth FOR AT LEAST TWELVE YEARS, I am forced to recognize that the fact is... I might be really, really pissed at someone, and may simply be, as yet, unaware of that fact yet. And to most people in positions of responsibility, I am sure that my routinely repeated claims of "I'm a pacifist!!" are not good enough to count on. Not when death is on the line.
To be honest, I think I can handle any news at this point. This "no contact EMERGENCY" bullshit has obviously been used as a mechanism to hide behind as a ploy to evade certain legal cosequences and to enable certain unjust outcomes... oh boy, I bet ladyjudge fuckin' loves that. (I do not. Sarcasm extreme.) That being said, it would be quite a victory for Darkness if everything works out perfect for me... and then, I accidentally push the love of my life down the stairs and break her neck, huh?
Well, what can I say? Forewarned is forearmed. Now, having said that: if the motherfucker or motherfuckers are of the opinion that they are successfully stealing any part of my identity and getting away with it, they are sadly mistaken.}
I am amazed at how many times someone actually tries to contact "me," but maybe the team of psyop thuggie piggies are simply capable of more entertaining conversations than I am. I do, after all, have absolutely no interest in box scores, cockblock & tackle war stories, or Mrs. Paul's recent hospitalizations and/or gossip about thereof.
p.s. This thread will be funny if Jeff B has nothing to do with jack@T~.com, but I put the chances of that at exactly
fuckin' nil.
