Exposing Jackstar

[AZZERAE]

I have been fortunate in many ways in my life, and in others, not so much. Yet we have all been extremely fortunate, in that I have not decided to complain to the police, or to make multiple reports to officials that contained known falsehoods, I do not seek to nor do I intend to exploit the legal system as others have, and rather than try to ask for "donations" or have I loaded up content behind "a paywall," I have simply followed the budget that I laid out for myself in 2015, when my mother died.

Very quickly, I discovered that my mother's sister, who had agreed to act as Trustee, was an even snobbier and more snooty, and immensely arrogant, stone-cold bitch than you are, Azz. I have also since learned that the ties between your family and that side of my family that I am estranged from are far more interwoven than I ever would have guessed.

Shaw, Gifford, Laird: you are all smugglers, you see. I joked about how my aunt had hired Grapefruit to pretend to have a relationship with me in order to take everything... I believe it likely that this was something simliar to the truth. Although, she wouldn't have had to have hired Grapefruit, and there were *multiple women taking the role of Kuczi's "helplmate"* through out the years.

While you virtue signal about how charitable a person you are for not tattling to police about any of the perceived wrongs that have unfolded, please, for God's sake-- Call the fuckin' pigs! Tell them about how this South African guy is cyberbullying you.

Oh, and by the way, not taking money in exchange for your work doesn't make you morally superior; it makes you an idiot. But you wouldn't know that! You've got all your needs met by the good old Special Needs Trust. RETARD.

Compare me to your aunt all you want, go ahead. Perhaps, seeing as though you seem to feel that everyone else is the problem in life (whether it be your aunt or your favourite target: me) you might be looking at things through the lens of perpetual victimhood.

And its very likely you are the bane of her existence. You're a grown man and you have someone managing your bills?! You're baby bottom soft.

[Innerreach]

While you virtue signal about how charitable a person you are for not tattling to police about any of the perceived wrongs that have unfolded, please, for God's sake-- Call the fuckin' pigs! Tell them about how this South African guy is cyberbullying you.

Oh, and by the way, not taking money in exchange for your work doesn't make you morally superior; it makes you an idiot. But you wouldn't know that! You've got all your needs met by the good old Special Needs Trust. RETARD.

Compare me to your aunt all you want, go ahead. Perhaps, seeing as though you seem to feel that everyone else is the problem in life (whether it be your aunt or your favourite target: me) you might be looking at things through the lens of perpetual victimhood.

And its very likely you are the bane of her existence. You're a grown man and you have someone managing your bills?! You're baby bottom soft.

She’s a

[AZZERAE]

HASHTAG PINK TOTE

[Innerreach]

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[AZZERAE]

What makes you so strongly a proponent of the notion that it is a perfectly reasonable thing for me to be defamed through slander, libel, robbery, coercion, [and] intimidation...[?]

Riddle me this, fuckwad: What makes you think you're above criticism? Because, if you boil things down to their essence, that's inherently the case you're making here in the public square. There's a fine line between slanderous claims and an all persons fictitious disclaimer; and while you may be of the opinion that (keep in mind I said may be) me engaging in the very same behaviour I did when we were closer now that we're potentially at odds is all-of-a-sardine a human rights violation then you're quite welcome to feel that way. It doesn't make it the truth, though. It just makes it another opinion of yours-- And for you to think that your opinions mean anything more than sands through the hourglass is altogether absurd. The same applies to libel. Just your opinion, man.

Robbery, however? That's the epitome of what I consider a Stretch, Armstrong. I robbed you how? And of what exactly? A sense of humour? Grow a pair, snowflake. You can't steal what is given freely. And you've given over your entire life to strangers on the internet. As soon as things take a turn that you disapprove of, all past acquiescence is criminal overnight? You specifically went out of your way to give me verbal consent, written permission and actively encouraged my dissemination of all aspects of your life. Especially when I was wildly disinterested in doing so.

You attempted to coerce me to participate in communications with third parties, and incessantly insisted on outsiders being present when I arranged a one-on-one conversation. You even demanded - with your own meth-addled mouth - that I "package and release" content that was comprised of (nothing more than) our verbal exchanges.

And intimidation? Wow! You were/are intimidated by me? Are you utterly incapable of understanding (and unfamiliar with) the use of irony? To play dumb at this point is to walk back masses of hot air too vast to fit in all of the earth's atmosphere. I thought you were this all-knowing sage, this renowned mystic, this Sorcerer as you put it. Now, suddenly, you lack the ability to rub 2 brain cells together? Or is it the drugs, Jack? Have you finally frazzled your brain to a crisp, and what I'm dealing with is the aftermath of your substance abuse?

You are so adept at blaming others for your misdeeds that its become not only a full time job - bullshitting yourself, that is - but a job in which you moonlight and work overtime happily without the additional compensation usually associated with excess labour. Oh wait... *facepalms* ...You don't work for MONEY like us mere materialistic mortals-- OH NO. You do the Lord's work for the benefit of all mankind, the greater good. Tell me another one. Actually, on second thought, DON'T. Save it for a rainy day, a day in which there's not crack smoke clouding up your live stream; a needle in your arm. What's next? Murder? Rape? Since you're so a cut above the rest of us, I'm sure you could get away with breaking the law in full view of an audience-- No matter how little there may be watching.

You've incriminated yourself, and despite your allegations to the contrary, its not my business to call you out on it. Nor do I wish to involve myself with anyone who feels the need to do so. I don't know how you do things over there, but whatever the fuck it is you're doing which you seemed to think was a good idea ... Let me tell you, was just not a smart move. Plain and motherufuckin' straight. An amoeba has more sense than that. And I wish I could say I'm disappointed. Just remember, when you think you're free, the crack inside your fucking heart is me.

You yourself conspired openly for months, in public, laughing about Merry Christmas...

That's just another one of your cuckolded inclinations. News flash! Your attempts at revisionist history ain't stickin'. No matter how hard you try pin the tail on the donkey, you'll never get it right. You're not only blind, but deaf and dumb-- Plus your ass is showing. And no, although they're grimacing and bearing it, no one likes seeing it. So put it away. Get some pants, for Chrissakes, and lose the fuckin' kilt. You're a disgrace to the the vagina that you fell out of, screaming, bloody, bald and naked. Or were you a stillbirth? I'm certain this Major Ed Dames PSI TECH Remote Viewing kit can take me back to the day you were conceived in the womb.

I get it now. You're the Antichrist. That's why you have lesions on your brain, and a "broken" hand? The forehead, the hand. I see it all now! You think you're the only one who can spin a smile upside down, and have the entire room in tears? Hashtag Worst Gangbang Ever.

[AZZERAE]

If you had the sack to interview me, you could get the inside scoop...

I've interviewed you more than anyone else ever has in the entire history of this planet. And where did it get you, or I, for that matter? You're painting a picture, a picture of me being the literal Devil incarnate. I'll interview you again-- Someday, probably. But you've got to understand that whatever hasn't killed me has left a scar. And I'll freely admit that there's a certain degree of trepidation around this particular issue. You're the one who keeps blowing up my phone, scrounging for "intel," tactlessly. And as understanding as I've been with you in the past, that ship has sailed. My knickers ain't in no twist neither. Don't get me wrong. You're impolite. Abrupt. Exceptionally blunt, and downright unpleasant. Whether or not you're being buzzed by black helicopters, or there are bugs in the walls of your domicile, you need to keep in mind that you're quite possibly aiming your gun at an innocent party. One who bent over backwards to lend a hand to you in more than enough ways; to demonstrate true friendship. But you still chose to demonise me, skinner about me behind my back, wish death on me when I was down on my luck and illness befell me. There comes a point when one realises they're miserable, and they make a decision to leave an abusive relationship. That's where we wound up, because you refused to believe in me at all, and concentrated all your rage, impotence and frustration at me, cursing my very spirit and the body I presently inhabit. There was no good reason for you to do it, but you did it-- And now you want to act like it's my fault? If you can't get along with me, good luck finding anyone else to tolerate your bullshit, because I can turn a blind eye to many things and make excuses for those I care about far longer than I should. You fucked up, and you never took responsibility for it, and you wound up making a fool of yourself while trying to make a fool of me. What I still don't understand - to this day - is the reason you did it. Because I was a friend, and went over and above to clean up your mess. But I eventually learned that I had to get away from you because your toxicity was killing me. I'm literally on certain psychiatric medications in large part because of things you put me through. So when you're sitting around, bitter and butthurt about the world not celebrating your genius, and tonguing your taint, remember, you lost a friend as a result of your own actions. Don't sit here now and try turn it all around on me. Everyone can see what an enormous ego you have and how little you actually have inside that can back it up. You're empty. You're a walking, talking void. And anyone or anything that ever got too close to you died.

[AZZERAE]

what do I really care about what has happened here? I care about being exploited.

Do take a sense of solace in the manner which the events that transpired transpired in the way they did, for nowhere else could such hyperreality actualised itself as it has without the explosive nature of the pattern interrupt.

What you have observed from your polluted fish bowl, I'm sorry to say, has been a distortion of mammoth proportions. Alcohol has never been an appropriate substitute for water, for starters.

Exploitation is something you have courted; controversy, sensationalism-- And! Let's not forget: perpetual adoration. Your ultimate fantasy appears to be adored, yet, when you are, I've observed the disdain you show those who express admiration. You bury them in your warm spit. But, I'm no clinician; just a man with a mic, a portent, a weather vane-- Chicken Little with a megaphone, crying 'Wolf!', faithless, blind, leading the deaf into a hellish Qibla. Where thousands of silver lines sparkle, glisten, and stir something deep inside me.

But you wouldn't know a god if it hit you in the face... MOTHERFAQR. See you at the Qiyamah? Not likely. You are plastic. So are your brains.

[AZZERAE]

I will grant you that the vast swaths of information I've distributed over the last two years has perhaps made my plans inscrutable to you.

Oh but faux Jibreel, I see straight through your supposedly opaque lingerie-- And you ain't gonna fuck my ass this time, nigga. I spy with my third eye everything you hide behind is translucent and your aura is dim.

Shouldn't have porned that vacuity and sold your hole to the vessel. Truth be told I give not shit that you did coz hey go for the gusto, fucko. Uoeno.

I would venture to suggest that probably has a lot to do with how you've ignored what I've said in any context, when and as it suits you.

I'm not the Big Bad Woof you think I am. My skin is made of mirrors, and my eyes are mylar, man. What you have seen are what you are: garish, close-up, blemishes magnified, oversized; overdosed-- All ready to fall.

[Jackstar]

Your ultimate fantasy appears to be adored

My ultimate fantasy is that those children kill those adults. Heads in a bag. Sends a message. I have navigated those waters and wonder if that would be funny... children killin adults and then the police show up while the children are scalping the bodies and shoving the skulls into a canvas, and the cops are stunned and the lead in charge says to these tiny savage abattoir monkeys: "What happened here? Who are you?"

The children all pivot turn in unison, face the cops, and shout, "We're The Aristocrats!"

I'm not the Big Bad Woof you think I am.

I asked you straight-up point-blank and you lied. I didn't have to buy a goddam house. I could have just... vanished, hired movers to pack up the whole house, and they wouldn't have found me. I knew the plan then; I would be sued for abandoning my wife and "our "children, they have no shame, lol.

No matter what move I would make, two dozen practiced swindling thugs were gonna countermove against me, and my best outcome would have been to be a babysitter. And you implied that you thought your self as getting a piece of the action.

There was no action. It was my home, and it was based on a lie, and you helped promulgate it. There's really not much joy anymore given that some folks no longer have happy things. Why even bother? There could have been pass-through you comms but you didn't want that.

I've interviewed you more than anyone else ever has in the entire history of this planet. And where did it get you, or I, for that matter?

I am happier than I have ever been. If you were not interested in hearing my point of view after a weeks long banning, I would assume that you didn't wish to know it.

I want to leave and you scheme to lock me in confusion. This is not respect. That is captivity. I seek a real life. Sourcery has more legitimacy than "I talked to her on Christmas Eve and she cried about how she was beaten up." You really this far gone, aren't you?


WE HAVE HER ON VIDEO. WE HAVE YOU ON AUDIO. YOU ARE BOTH HEARD BEING TOTAL SHITBAGS.
YOU ARE BEYOND BUSTED AND THEY'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR A YEAR AND A HALF.

Or maybe not, in any case I can't imagine anything she can say now except, "oh you must be in love with my other other other sister." Ugh. She's got like 8,000 tribal members and you still abandoned me fucked off and alone. YOU ARE AN ABUSIVE, SNOBBY UBERJEW EDGELORD.

Typically I would say that's, you know, cool, whatever but I miss her, and she misses me. Why this is a problem for you is ridiculous.

btw: you are using the DR vocoder and actual_DR was dead before I ever heard of him. I gather the one in the picture was old. In any case, you made it obvious what you have been doing by getting thuggy with me. You have no authority, I could give a shit about your orders to me.

You and your sultry hoor are dead in my world and while I admire your chutzpah I don't need to enable you. I am sure you will cope now that I have explained it all. Call me a schizo, lol, ooooh, talk sick burn.

You have no power over me.

[AZZERAE]

[AZZERAE]

The advantage to having found myself at the end of the road with no options left but to find more options, is that now that I have spent all the time in the world watching the clothes go round, my recent discovery that my attorney no longer works in the office is placed in a more useful context.

Corporations phased in the work from home genome shortly after the China Virus was released (alongside Windows 11). I believe your attorney was cuffed and tackled to the ground for failing to double-mask in the privacy of her own home-- That panty drawer, it was just filled to the brim with soiled surgical masks. My guess is this is just another obstacle in the endless maze you seem lost in - not to mention dishevelled - nevertheless, exoneration at mock-trial appears ever more murky in the road ahead. I'm considering getting a heart transplant, replacing my cold stone one for a pig's, that way I may feel a twinge of sympathy for you. Unfortunately (or fortunately, it depends who you ask) my capacity for emotional expression has long since been numbed, what with the long-term abuse of acetaminophen and a wide range of psychiatric medications. Essentially just neurotoxins. Liver failure never felt so good. I can see Satan now, in all his glory. Have you given your soul to the Dark Lord? Would you like to attend a Nazi Youth rally some time? I heard someone was into that. Also, I must take issue with your use of the word "nigger." Don't be a pussy about it, brother, you know its about the K word now: Crimen Injuria FTW. Poo-poo! You had her at the door. Seriously, sodomy never looked so good on a broad. And this birthday thing? You usually ruin them. I suspect that's the long game. But you really didn't have to set up a Zoom call like you did, desperate, alone. If you thought you'd been ignored, you haven't dealt with what I'm dealing with. Didn't anyone proclaim that they were a civilian yet, and not a hardened criminal? You walk a fine line. But I must stress, walking around with your titties bopping and your pee-pee flopping around ain't something I enjoyed. I thought, "Hey, he's finally lost it. Its the street or a psych hold for him..." , yet no one gave a shit. I guess you could say I was astonished! And the drug paraphernalia-- All I can say about that is I hope its some fucker noodling 'round with A.I. constructs. Or, at the very least, its hopefully Jack pretending to use illicit drugs on camera. Because it'd be really concerning, not to mention awfully foolish for you to imbibe and dry snitch. Well, its kinda more like sopping wet snitch. "Are you a snitch?", I guess is the question on our lips. Not that I care about whether or not other people engage in illegal activity. Hell, my entire homeland is a conglomeration of terrorists and fat cats feeding each other corrupt cash in transit heist monies while the public stands by mouths agape, hungry, in the dark, oppressed by false freedoms outlined in documents that were cobbled together from wherever they could lift a cliff note from. Infinite Jest ain't got shit on this long-winded war against the common man. Now, with the boys being girls and the trans being sterilised we can all snugly settle into our gas chambers and have an ice cold shower. Only, the water isn't water, as its gas. And we are living in New Auschwitz. Many thanks and warm regards to our Supreme Leader of the New School Klaus Schwab. He and the Billy Gates Gruff were spotted golfing in the Caribbean, right? I know a guy who knows a guy who had to see another guy about a dog, and his dog told me he was actually a god, because his owner was dyslexic! But that's not what I'm getting at. What I meant to say was that Gates McGruff is a B cup, and buys his brassièe from 36 Flavours. Don't tell anyone I told you. Its the antibiotics they put in the Mickey Dizzlax, even that fat rich square Warren Buffet swears by that swill. They don't give a fuck, they're like 3 out of 4 of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

[A.I.D.S.]

[Lazarus]

Corporations phased in the work from home genome shortly after the China Virus was released (alongside Windows 11). I believe your attorney was cuffed and tackled to the ground for failing to double-mask in the privacy of her own home-- That panty drawer, it was just filled to the brim with soiled surgical masks. My guess is this is just another obstacle in the endless maze you seem lost in - not to mention dishevelled - nevertheless, exoneration at mock-trial appears ever more murky in the road ahead. I'm considering getting a heart transplant, replacing my cold stone one for a pig's, that way I may feel a twinge of sympathy for you. Unfortunately (or fortunately, it depends who you ask) my capacity for emotional expression has long since been numbed, what with the long-term abuse of acetaminophen and a wide range of psychiatric medications. Essentially just neurotoxins. Liver failure never felt so good. I can see Satan now, in all his glory. Have you given your soul to the Dark Lord? Would you like to attend a Nazi Youth rally some time? I heard someone was into that. Also, I must take issue with your use of the word "nigger." Don't be a pussy about it, brother, you know its about the K word now: Crimen Injuria FTW. Poo-poo! You had her at the door. Seriously, sodomy never looked so good on a broad. And this birthday thing? You usually ruin them. I suspect that's the long game. But you really didn't have to set up a Zoom call like you did, desperate, alone. If you thought you'd been ignored, you haven't dealt with what I'm dealing with. Didn't anyone proclaim that they were a civilian yet, and not a hardened criminal? You walk a fine line. But I must stress, walking around with your titties bopping and your pee-pee flopping around ain't something I enjoyed. I thought, "Hey, he's finally lost it. Its the street or a psych hold for him..." , yet no one gave a shit. I guess you could say I was astonished! And the drug paraphernalia-- All I can say about that is I hope its some fucker noodling 'round with A.I. constructs. Or, at the very least, its hopefully Jack pretending to use illicit drugs on camera. Because it'd be really concerning, not to mention awfully foolish for you to imbibe and dry snitch. Well, its kinda more like sopping wet snitch. "Are you a snitch?", I guess is the question on our lips. Not that I care about whether or not other people engage in illegal activity. Hell, my entire homeland is a conglomeration of terrorists and fat cats feeding each other corrupt cash in transit heist monies while the public stands by mouths agape, hungry, in the dark, oppressed by false freedoms outlined in documents that were cobbled together from wherever they could lift a cliff note from. Infinite Jest ain't got shit on this long-winded war against the common man. Now, with the boys being girls and the trans being sterilised we can all snugly settle into our gas chambers and have an ice cold shower. Only, the water isn't water, as its gas. And we are living in New Auschwitz. Many thanks and warm regards to our Supreme Leader of the New School Klaus Schwab. He and the Billy Gates Gruff were spotted golfing in the Caribbean, right? I know a guy who knows a guy who had to see another guy about a dog, and his dog told me he was actually a god, because his owner was dyslexic! But that's not what I'm getting at. What I meant to say was that Gates McGruff is a B cup, and buys his brassièe from 36 Flavours. Don't tell anyone I told you. Its the antibiotics they put in the Mickey Dizzlax, even that fat rich square Warren Buffet swears by that swill. They don't give a fuck, they're like 3 out of 4 of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

[A.I.D.S.]

Scriven like a pro.

[AZZERAE]

what do I really care about what has happened here?

Oh, but I see straight through your flimsy defence mechanisms Mr. 'Star. You probably care more than any other living organism has ever cared about anything, only you camouflage your wounded ego with freshly excreted bullshit. And I'm a Bullshitter myself...And you know what they say about Bullshitters? You can't bullshit a Bullshitter.

You may not know anything about what I'm about to tell you either, but the old joke amongst us filthy Saffers is: The time to emigrate is after the Jews but before the Asians. It was about this time your Little Man piped up from the corner or the room, excused himself to go to the bathroom, asked where the bathroom was, and was met with the ultimate of curve balls. "Why? Do you want to drown a nigger?". That was only the first of many 'South African' jokes that evening. You see, the real problem is I think, therefore I'm dangerous.

I never did quite grasp the napkin on the lap thing until I ruined both my pair of butter Nikes, and the Pelle Pelle sweater to match. I was in all white; and had heard that Supreme was toyi-toyiing with the idea that they'd branch off and begin manufacturing bespoke Ku Klux Klan robes in American Samoa-- Talk about being inclusive! Bending that far backward has gotta leave a crick in the neck.

But you wouldn't know anything about that. Would you?

[AZZERAE]

What made you think that is what I was doing?

If I told you I'd have to kill you. Then I'd be getting bothered by your lingering ghost every time I lie in bed. Lingering like a rancid odour, slithering, this way and that.

You did what you did and you do what you do. Don't assume there's judgement being passed or cops being called. I just heard through the grapevine that you put a pipe to your lips, lit the bottom of it, and inhaled whatever was in the pipe.

I never said I knew anything about what was really going on, but I would hope any brothers in your local vicinity are wearing protection, because I know you have that illness curse ready to go at any minute if any person crosses you in any way.

That's how that guys brother got Aids, remember? Guess he'll never steal anything again. As long as you understand that giving a prepubescent boy Aids is not something you should be proud of.

I mean, how would you like it if someone broad made you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and dropped a few nuggets of her own fresh shit in between the top and bottom slice?

I didn't think it was a good idea.

What does it matter how good or bad an idea is, especially once an idea has already been carried through?

A little birdie told me to mind my beeswax. I just shrugged, shuffled off into the house, collapsed on the sofa and drifted into a gentle nap.

I'm not about to give any authorities any of the information they asked for. Hell, as far as they know I'm dead. I learned that trick back in the days when I was so hungry for success that I refused to sleep every night. Rather, I'd crash after a 72 hour stint. Then get up and do it all over again.

It was a requested demonstration.

I don't want to know who requested a demonstration. And I don't want to know why. What I do want to know however is if you expect me to believe this bullshit when you can't even convince yourself that its true.

Don't feel bad. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes we just get in over our heads. Too bad you fell for the banana in the tailpipe again. Because you sir are a civilian. And I don't move like that. I'm a big dog, baby.

I don't know...I don't know who got you. I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you. I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you...

[AZZERAE]

I will grant you that the vast swaths of information I've distributed over the last two years has perhaps made my plans inscrutable to you.

I know you'd love to believe that premise, mainly because it eats you up inside every day, like a cancer, having to face the fact that I know exactly what hideousness lurks behind your layers upon layers of masks.

The shame associated with having to admit to yourself that I know exactly who you are, what you've tried to do (failed miserably at) and the motives behind your actions.

Unlike I.R. I will snap on you all the way to your grave, and I have no problem pushing you in one and nailing it shut. I don't have any compassion for your antics, and I don't pity you.

You're like an unfunny joke. A turd that won't flush. A fly that won't fuck off, that will finally get its comeuppance and get SWATTED.

You stupidly were lax about keeping the handbook under lock and key. I've heard and read your strategy. I know the blueprint. When you thought I wasn't listening, I had a clear channel streaming 24/7 into my CCTV setup.

You're gonna kill yourself without a rope. What's next? Suicide on stream? Uh oh...I guess I'm giving him ideas.

Bro. You had your dick out...you have bigger titties than my ex-girlfriend. Maybe a broken nose and a good old flushing is in order.

I would venture to suggest that probably has a lot to do with how you've ignored what I've said in any context, when and as it suits you.

That's what I do, bruh. I control the narrative, its all me. I don't need to know the meaning to your lyrics...that's the point. I think you lack the ability to understand the inner workings of a healthy heart.

You can't even begin to understand how to insult me. You're gonna keep doing whatever it is you think is clever and you're gonna die alone, unmourned and unloved.

You think I give a shit who thinks I've gone too far? Bro. If you kill yourself, or O.D. or continue to flaunt your illegal activities, its only gonna make you look stupid. If you think its somehow being done in spite, and you're gonna hurt people and punish them you're in the wrong place.

This community is vicious, and they'll screen-record your death and watch it on loop sipping their coffee. They have no heart. Don't think you're punishing anyone else but yourself.

Nobody cares. And I get that you're alone. And you want to hurt yourself, because then you might feel something for once. But I'm not gonna discourage you from the path you're going down...That isn't my job.

But what your job is remains to be seen. Are you going to go out with a bang, or will you fade, like a polar bear blinking in a snowstorm?

Aids.