Exposing Jackstar

[Innerreach]

from: KUCZI <kuczi@unicorntoday.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Apr 11, 2023, 12:20 PM
subject: duty call

Azz,

It would be best if we did another Zoom. I'm thinking to call it, "INTERPOL; FINAL DISSOLUTION".

I am pleased that to receive contact from you. It is definitely time for it... I felt my Highest Self in communion with TPTB in the last few hours, and I was gonna ring you up anyway. It's not just that concerned people are starting to worry, it's that there really wasn't much reason to push it very much farther, and what's the point of having a twinned forum if only one person uses it?

I told you that no matter what, I would always be your friend -- I hope you can see that is true. I still don't agree with the way that things were handled, and specifically, I don't agree with your choices. But that is in the past now.

I really felt awful when I was telling you, because I knew that I wasn't conveying the enormiity of what I am meaning to say, and that it won't be until many, many years later that you will come to understand in full, what my position was... but I do not regret what I said or how I said, because now I defnitely feel remorse much more than disgust, and truly... what do I know? Perhaps there is something you know and knew then, that had I known it, would change my understanding of it all completely. Maybe I would see things differently if i were sure.

I do know that in any case, I should have told you sooner, and I should have been less violent, and I have trepidation that I have irrevocably warped the fabric of our friendship forever, and it will never be the same.

However, it is probably worth it, because now, I think we can easily come to terms and be in agreement, that from now on, whatever we do... at least it will be slimming.

[AZZERAE]

The last time I even remotely interacted with Jack was (in public) on Dari's live stream.

He trundled around clumsily, announcing some sort of "apology," and when I characterised it as him saying "sorry" he told me he wasn't.

The old apology non-apology.

I have no interest in corresponding with him-- Just thought I'd dump his emails.

I never wrote a response to any of 'em ... Or really even read them.

It was more of a cursory-glance-followed-by-an-eyeroll type thing.

There's nothing to be gained by interacting with him.

However, a brief encounter here or there in the public square is fine by me.

[AZZERAE]

NAH, MAN. NEVER AGAIN!!!

[Innerreach]

The last time I even remotely interacted with Jack was (in public) on Dari's live stream.

He trundled around clumsily, announcing some sort of "apology," and when I characterised it as him saying "sorry" he told me he wasn't.

The old apology non-apology.

I have no interest in corresponding with him-- Just thought I'd dump his emails.

I never wrote a response to any of 'em ... Or really even read them.

It was more of a cursory-glance-followed-by-an-eyeroll type thing.

There's nothing to be gained by interacting with him.

However, a brief encounter here or there in the public square is fine by me.

I know. I was in the audience.

[Worthauger]

Hi (ATTY),

I haven't written to you until now because I don't wish to get things out of sync.This is a really complex matter that I don't fully understand.

I do wish to speak to you about retaining your services but I don't wish to alarm anyone. I really just want my gun rights restored--not to alarm anyone, but it would. Some people think that I am on the verge of going postal. /rolleyes

The mind is the only weapon. Frankly I think the person who overreacted should hire an attorney, but... they might not know that. Also. I don't wish to offend her.

I barely thought of her and I thought I would be doing nothing but demonstrating someone's jealousy was unfounded. Not so sure now. Anyway, it can wait. I have a "competency evaluation" tomorrow and I suppose... well, this could be it, (ATTY).

They'll most likely send me to DIego Garcia right afterwards. SIgh. And I had so much to live for. Well, here's hoping. I'll contact you again in days to come, and I wish I could talk your ear off about everything I have learned. This whole boondoggle is a once-in-a-lifetime perfect storm.

I've never been so pleased with my strategic pre-planning in my entire life. And I am thankfully not afraid of more false reports being filed... since everyone I ever had sex with actually wanted to, and it would seem that the three (3) women who have falsely claimed such things about me... seem to have all been working together.

I didn't even know such stories were there. Still, I knew there was something people didn't like about me. And they apparently went to great lengths in the background to have a final, nuclear solution option to use against me.

Only child, parents' owned home, and few friends, I guess that is a valuable combination? I've been earmarked for decades as an easy target!

I made sure to look really, really dumb. Anyway, that's enough out of me. I shouldn't boast. I wouldn't want to be guilty of witness tampering or obstruction of justice or... you know, whatever.

People are very angry that I am not vanished yet. So... I think it best not to alarm anyone unduly. Just in case. These (SLANG:[country/Indian] “folks”) are all about respect down here, and they have lost a lot of face.

I... probably won't be lynched? Fingers crossed. Fuck 'em. l8r


--

Best wishes & warmest regards,

MCK



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Guess the name of the attorney I wrote to above and win a Kewpie doll. (Offer valid in the Continental U.S. and Jakarta, Ireland, Madagascar, Zanzibar, & Tasmania -only-.) Speaking of dolls, my cousin (PROT) is working with the police FREEMASON SCUM who are unlawfully surveilling me, and my Mother's cedar chest that contained a porcelain doll was, somehow, a very valuable item to my Mother's sister. So valuable that, rather than simply telling me that she wanted it; she went to do the trouble of HIRING A GRAPEFRUIT IMPOSTER (no shit) TO OBTAIN IT. Now, I don't know if you've met “I. M. Poster Fruit,” but let me tell you: I have (PROFANE:gerund) (PROFANE: coitus) her as well... and, not only that, I actually slept with her too. (But: NO ANAL. Case closed, btw.)

And I can tell them all apart. Without having to have sex again -or- giving us all a blood test, because I'm not a cheap, lying, working-for-INTERPOL -or- a grown-ass man... too afraid to get on the phone with lil’ ol’ me... and I am not lying. (Don't ask me to compare their sexual performances without being on pay-per-view with a contact. It wouldn't be fair to the children's fathers.)

(Dear Aunty: how old were you, when you found out that one cannot sue for defamation if the alleged defamation is... true? Follow-up question for your punk-bitch son that's still alive: “Was your mother born yesterday, or was that just your brother in Africa again?”)

IDGAF: you don't need to take me to a phone booth with a door so I can change into Superseriouspodcaster, no! You wanna know who did what to who, Mr. U.S. Marshals Service, Mr. Immigrations & Customs Enforcement, and/or Mrs. Internal Revenue Service Auditor??

Call me any time; just ring: three six two (blank) two (blank) six. We'll set a fire tonight!

There's nothing to be gained by interacting with him.

Dirty cartoons: diddlers [drawn/drawing] cheap. Whoa, Nelly!


(Now, rather than embarrass azray by posting my real emails to him, I will now embarrass the man who's been coercing his behavior through unlawful threats of exposing his hidden dealings: this f**king g*y, (PROT), who currently has control of the “pate” login... whether he's actually logging into the site, or having his pretend “wife” or his pretend “girlfriend” do it for him.

(Whichever one it is, I'll bet you dollars to donuts that she's holding ID that says her name is “A.F. Shaw”, because these f****** idiots are still trying to get me jammed up on a contact order violation and they're f****** desperate, because they're f****** criminals and they got f****** caught and he's f****** jammed up all the way to the goddamn Moon and back.

She is a harsh mistress... and, that's no moon: that's a space-age gas stationbait shop. (If you feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach right about now, you are not alone: the most obvious trap in the entire history of Creation... and you all walked right into it. Sad!!)

a certain habitual meth-amphetamine user

Hey, J_____, yes, I know exactly who you are,

Regular usage of methamphetamine for longer than a year carries significant drawbacks & problems, and as such I stopped a long time ago, and I am now cut off, don't have any left, and I don't know how to make it, and I don't even want any meth, you f****** idiot, I wanted a mushroom farm.

What's more, to continue exploring that compound and its use would require me to have a friend/partner to watch over me, and I don't have that. Thus, my demonstration of Mastery is complete. Someone I could trust to ensure that I didn't hurt myself, and I had that, and then you arranged to have removed, you dumb stupid country bumpkin fat bald sad lying fuck. Get a real job, Rapist.

And... give me my Google account back, because I am jack@trioptimum.com, it was never yours, you're a thief. You're a liar. You're a cheat. You're a scoundrel. You're a scumbag.

I have developed the following stategy:

Most arch-criminals eventually do figure out a stylish way to imprison themselves, yes. Kudos, dumkopf.

I have audio in the can that unequivocally exposes you, you and your ilk, and the only reason I haven't uploaded it yet is because your asshole friends are chewing through my bandwidth after hacking my phones, and I don't feel like driving to a library or a grocery store right now.

Do not think me unwilling. I am simply too lazy/fat ankles/sob bluh. I can expose you any day of the week, I could even do a matinee on Sundays. You are that f****** guilty, lol.

p.s.: I hope you and your friends enjoyed the beer and the tater tots that you stole. You f****** goons are the f****** worst, you give all the rest of the HONEST HARD-WORKING LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS a bad name, and I hope they f****** draw & quarter you or hang your miserable little-bitch-ass from a f****** bridge like they used to do back in the old days, because you are one corrupt piece of s*** bastard a****** b**** (and you're probably gay from all the cuntslave dope you carry around to set up extortion videos and blackmail people with, you're a real f****** loser, you know that? You and Steven Biscuits should get a room together... in Sing-Sing Ding-Ding-Ding Ding-A-Ling prison, you dope-headed junky fucks.)

o.p.s.: Come get some urine, Whoremonger.


*two-finger salute, ALL HORNS UP*

[Worthauger]

I know. I was in the audience.

Shut up Gabe.

[Worthauger]

Hello Hammer this is Nail. your problems are solved


11:11 I LOVE YOU

[Jackstar]

Guess the name of the attorney I wrote to above and win a Kewpie doll.

O, Cousin: Where Art at? Where he at? Where he at?


For the record: I would have been happy to have given it to her, I had no plans to sell it, and then when I got back here after 4 months, the cedar chest and the doll within it were gone, which means either she took it or it was stolen and sold. I'm guessing it wouldn't have been stolen and sold, there's not much of a market for those things, and to sell it -without talking to my mother sister first- would have been wrong.

That's pretty much how I know this is absolutely true, because I asked the several women who looked like Grapefruit about the doll... and they each had differing responses.

Different women, different times, same question, different answers, ALL “GRAPEFRUIT.” (I KNOW!)

That's also how I know I'm not worried about the guns that were my father's; unquestionably my cousin (PROT) has them, that would be the only safe place for them to be... and since one of them is cursed, frfr, and I live in a haunted church on consecrated Native American burial grounds and I'm a Paladin... yeah, you are jelly, and I know what I'm talking about, that's for damn sure.

Anyone else want to run their smart little mouths about a family matter in public? I'm game. Let's go, bring it, bring it the f*** on! Let's get this thing going!!!

I don't need to have a girlfriend. I don't need to wait to be exonerated at trial. I'm ready to go... right f****** now. What are we waiting for?

It is all of you, that needs... (PROT:a_unit_of_measurement). I don't need him at all, and you should probably let his sibling(s) out of prison, because she/they\he think I'm dead... and *checks pulse* I'm not.

Slow, steady beats. Tingles like fingers up and down my spine. Now... you dorks up in the cheap seats next to the emergency exit to the rooftop may be ready for the stars, with your chopper fueled up to go in a hurry... but are you ready for the Titans? (Somebody go wake up George Hicks; make sure he's not choking on his own vomit again.)

As, We about to click. *SMASH*

[Jackstar]

This is a really complex matter that I don't fully understand.

DEAR GOD:
BLESS ME FATHER
FOR I MIGHT HAVE SINNED,
I MIGHT HAVE TOLD A LIE
TO A LAWYER, I'M NOT ACTUALLY SURE,
AND...
(THIS IS THE SIN PART COMING UP)
I DON'T FEEL AT ALL GUILTY ABOUT IT.
NOT BECAUSE OF AN UNTRUTH,
BUT BECAUSE I DON'T CARE WHICH IS WHICH,
WHETHER I LIED OR NOT, IT'S WONDERFUL.
INSTEAD I FEEL AN ARROGANCE OF PRIDE,
THE SIN OF HUBRIS...
BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY MISLED A LAWYER,
AND I FEEL F****** AWESOME ABOUT IT.
IF THIS IS GOING TO SEND ME THE HELL,
CALL JAJBULON, TELL HER TO THROW
SOME MORE WEED IN WITH THE COAL,
BECAUSE THIS FEELS SO GOOD,
IT MUST BE A SIN, AND I AM DOWN.
F*** ETERNAL LIFE, I AM JUST GOING TO
KEEP F****** AND MISLEADING LAWYERS
AS MUCH AS I CAN! FEELS GOOD DEITY.
NOW, I'M GOING TO CLICK POST
EXECUTE SUBMIT, PACK MY BAGS,
AND START DIGGING A HOLE...
HALFWAY TO CHINA.


GERONIMO!
LOVE YOUR TITAN,
JACKSTAR. HAIL SATAN TECUMSEH!

[Jackstar]

So, does he come across as schizo to you as he does to the rest of us? ???

Wait for it. The perp you seek is gonna star in a shot-by-shot remake of Scanners by noon, Tomorrow. He's probably in the make-up chair already; or, blasted out of his mind while having sex with his favorite covert coveted bottom asset bitch. I know if it were me, I'd wanna go out with a bang, but... if it were Me, I wouldn't have been raping women in the first place. (Rape isn't about sex. It's about Power; and I already got plenty of both.)

Don't buy the hype. The needle is impractical and unnecessary--with a trusted chemist and the right back-up team, inhalant-specific compounds can be far more impressive in their experience. pate is, in fact, a needle junky. pate pretends to be "Mike." When The Asset started whining about needles, that was a big deal, because her plan had rested on the notion that I simply don't use them at all... and I don't. I am not dependent upon any chemical compound -or- route of administration, and I goddam like it that way, thanks--and I don't break into a cold sweat and run from the room if someone busts out their gear, which is a real downer at parties, let me tell you. Have you ever seen a person locked into a addiction cycle with their eyes unable to stop tracking the sight of their fix? It's pretty fucking scary, I'm not gonna lie... and, that's simply not Me. /flex (I go, "can I watch?" and he totally bought it... except I didn't get to see, and didn't complain, which is how he knew I wasn't addicted, and why he then chose to do what he did, which, let me tell you: sucked.)

That's why I was horrified to be told by Grapefruit Beta Sigma Omega that "needles bad, glass dick good" as she threw paraphernalia and gear at me, a mere 3 days after being told a different story by a different Grapefruit on the phone. (Grapefruit Parker Louis... I think. After Dallas there were a lot of Phonefruits, no joke.) Now, you might be wondering why I didn't mention this before, n'est-ce pas?

Just kidding. You aren't wondering. You know exactly why, all of you do.

What you don't know is, how I am not wondering too. Could it be... a portal?

No, not really. Not at all. I'm actually so smart, even Mrs. Colombo would stab her husband in the liver, just to taste my (blank).


/smile

[AZZERAE]

I was in the audience.

EISH! I blame the acetaminophen.

[Jackstar]

EISH! I blame the acetaminophen.

An ex-lover of mine tried to commit suicide with it (before I met her) and not merely on her behalf, but for my own part, I find your little joke here to be in exquisitely poor taste.

Note also: acetaminophen is derived from hemlock. You had your chance at a pre-Thunderdome interview, and you missed it...


because you got high
because you got high
because you got high...

Psst! Wanna buy some Tramadol? I got a whole bottle right here. Untouched. Come Get Some(TM)(R)(C).

[AZZERAE]

So, does he come across as schizo to you as he does to the rest of us?

Having grappled with schizophrenia myself, I'm reticent to attach that label to anybody so loosely, however there is definitely something wrong with him. Yes.

I ain't no doctor though. And I do suspect a portion of his behaviour is a put-on. How much or how little I cannot say.

My short answer is yes, though. Yes.

[AZZERAE]

(Now, rather than embarrass azray by posting my real emails to him, I will now embarrass the man who's been coercing his behavior through unlawful threats of exposing his hidden dealings: this f**king g*y, (PROT), who currently has control of the “pate” login... whether he's actually logging into the site, or having his pretend “wife” or his pretend “girlfriend” do it for him.

Hit me with your best shot.

I'm curious to see whether you're capable of embarrassing me at this stage.

Go ahead.

[AZZERAE]

An ex-lover of mine tried to commit suicide with [acetaminophen] (before I met her him) and not merely on her behalf, but for my own part, I find your little joke here to be in exquisitely poor taste.

FIFY. Your very existence on this earth is in poor taste.