Exposing Jackstar

[AZZERAE]

What are you here, like, fifteen fuckin' years old?

Oh. You wish I were that age. You nasty creep you. It doesn't matter how many silly straws you pair with the colour scheme of your waistcoat, you're still sucking semen out a donkey dick.

[AZZERAE]

Jesus. You must be really fuckin' high AF. You are on too many drugs of too many flavours. You are looking at what I write through a lens of distortion

You're smoking yours out of a pipe. I've had my drugs prescribed by an accomplished and highly professional clinician in the mental health field.

There's a difference.

[Innerreach]

GAY.

[Jackstar]

You're smoking yours out of a pipe.

1. KNOW: Negative, Ghost Rider.
2. So what if I were? You don't know my rules; you just think you do.

I've had my drugs prescribed by an accomplished and highly professional clinician in the mental health field.

That's because you are an actual_schizo, Derpyling. Now, I know you are very, very jelly. I would be too! Nevertheless: S.F.W.?

There's a difference.

I concur. And if I were self-medicating, you would be addressing an extremely important and extraordinarily salient point.

However, I am not, at present time, self-medicating; I am simply enjoying myself in a responsible, adult fashion (in a complex, Federally Protected Manner @A. Manor w/complex political overtones and 1A issues ABSOLUTELY ARE APPLICABLE.). Now, FWIW, I agree with you 100%. Ripping through bowl after bowl of illicitly obtained CM is a terrible idea. Let me assure you... I'm not doing that.

Nor do I plan to, wish to, nor do I believe I would have the right to do that, even were I to somehow come to believe that I thought I should. I hope that this message clears a few things up for you.

It doesn't, but it is still my earnest hope that it somehow does—and it is that honest earnestness itself, that makes all the difference in the world. Hey, do me a favor, would you?

Go get some tissues for my q-wife and her lovely... Mother D.O.G.T. {Semper fidelis.}

[Jackstar]

Oh. You wish I were that age. You nasty creep you.

Au contraire, mon amie. I wish I were 15½ years old, and YOU were (HALF your present age +seven +18 +sugar +sixteenCAIN), as at that point, YOU 4ME∅⁷, might actually be ripe. (Note that this equation will still be valid when I'm sixty-4 four, (PROT). There's a lot at stake here; game face on.)

Now, I simply must caution you on a pair of salient points:

1. There is absolutely no indication that I, at any time, have found underdeveloped sexual organs to be of any enticement whatsoever; and I have literally dozens of former lovers who can speak to the veracity of that fact. Implying that I have ANY interest in pre-pubescent kuni OR punani WHATSOEVER is therefore in extraordinarily poor taste when bickering in public; and so I would caution anyone against making such commentary in any public venue... but most especially this one (reasons left as an exercise to the general readership). Realize: these are friend advices.

2. I do not believe you are:
a. A.F. Shaw;
b. Grapefruit (either any nor yet);
c. ?.G.W.;
d. K.G.K.;
e. doing your future self any favors when it comes to supporting any “Not Guilty By Reason Of Insanity” defence. The future is not set; there is no fate but what we make; and if you don't scratch that itch of yours someday, somehow... you might really need to have such a defence remaining to you as an option — no doubt, some wild day you already present handily as well-qualified already. Now, IANAL, so I could certainly be mistaken on that matter... so, ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ go nuts for all. I care.


I caution you... because I care for your well-being. There are ancillary issues here that I am absolutely totescertain that you are totesunaware of... and quite frankly, a lot of little people have pledged their lives, their liberty, & their sacred honour to get We all of Us —HUMANITY— this far, to this point, with the common fabric of global society still largely intact and as long as this flying bucket of maple syrup continues to be flown by an actual Leaf on the Actual_Winned... I would AP-pree-see-ate it, very much indeed, if you could, at the very least, put down your overfondness for selecting only the ripest of the lowest-hanging fruits as your go-to lob across mine brow, and go back to your usual ammunition load-out bucket, Strumpet. S’truth.*

That, of course, being the whorish, guttersnipe profane jargon and the actual_from_the_gutter profanity that is what comprises your usual “style,” punctuated with your customary shallow bag of common racial slurs. I know that you are better than what Playbook F & Playbook P have to offer any exchange of wits between us, and so, do please be advised: YOU can do better. YOU have done better. YOU, simply put... will do better.

OR ELSE. SO THERE. “Call him a faggot! Call him a pædo!” B****, please B****, I AM A GAY NIGGER ON AN ABBOBOAT.

And don't you ever forget. Time to shape up something besides those Thunderthighs, Ms. Sommers. They never impressed me much anyway, it just made think of all those trees, making all that oxygen, that in your case... has very nearly been for nothing more than a horrific, tragic wadte.


FOOTNOTES:

*: Ye gods; how that mewling coterie of lickspittle flunkies’n toadish, oinking, reprobate scumpigs must loathe me these days — I can't hardly claim that all this has been worth the wait for them, but it certainly has been for me, if not for you — and that alone makes all the sacrifices I've made thus far in Life, and likely ever will for all Eternity... totesworth all the TREBLETOWERTROUBLE. Nothing else matters, Spot. (You're weck–come.)

★: This post contains only one (1) footnote, and has been intentionally presented as it was designed: TRUST AND WITH e·G∅⁰∅ⁿDD⁰№ⁿe.


ATTY: K.U.C.Z.I. Oscillation Overthruster activation, use, and the acknowledgement of such thereof in the composition, proofing, and publishment of this post was required & requested by D.A.R.P.A.-Authority personnel Authorized to impose such conditions; and as well, the public revelation of such... WAS, HAS BEEN, AND IS: granted. (Safe flying, Kiddo.)j*eol550:0fiveFIVEelOHeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeSTARi®eachedYOUif👁️™️

[Jackstar]

And you do it with too much teeth.

Oh, Mango. (CL-PROT), I cannot lie: I am impressed. However, remember that I neither Determine nor do I Assign any One their penance — I am only able to Alert the Penitent to the very existence of it thereof. I am not some kind of Holy One (1)-Armed Bandit, one to allow any monkeyman sinner to stroll up and stick in a token and taleaway a print-out list of justified justifications provided in an exquisitely-curated sans serif typeface — although I do believe that level of service is available now in certain select circles of the Raponggi; and if not, by God, it surely ought to be.

I simply cannot imagine a better use for a Krugerrand than that. No doubt significant barriers exist when it comes to ensuring a fair cut of the proceeds for selling such indulgences is distributed to the Proper local Officials... and although I am blackpope, my ability to compel to the a necessary⁹ strict⁹ness⁹ of obedience amongst My underlings is, for the time being... sadly rather limited.

It's a crying shame, honestly. War is Hell.

[Jackstar]

Have you no shame?

Shad-dap.

I do not want to participate in your ephebophillian group chats\

Needs more Podbean, I expect.

your categorically undiplomatic couching of my actions as something other than they really are.

(PROT) was working with (PROT) who, I guess, died? Or was hiding. In either case, it was assumed I was working with LEOs or was too stupid to know there was something wrong. A lot of people have thought that. And they have been correct to do so.

Something is right today, however. And this will be seen as "wrong" by several of you. And I call that right. Speaking of W_____, C___ Grand Wizard: I'm reasonably confident that the Man in Charge of you is going to be happy to find that a) I didn't attack him with AIDS, b) I didn't attack urmo or hermo with AIDS, & c) I can see why Azzerae is upset about the AIDS thing. I guess I was supposed to not dodge that, or cure her, or... what?

Dear Azzerae: you break her. You bought her. You know her: SUNSET HANDFASTING EAST. (she doesn't like her name, which is too bad.) Now, I think you and I should really talk, because you seem to have been misinformed... and until you started ACCUSING ME OF ATTEMPTED MURDER, I had -no- idea about any of this shit.

Obviously... someone keeps attacking you and your friends. I wonder why? You seem like such a nice cartoonist. Anywho, let me explain: someone else who knew what was going on, sent out those attacks that you seem to blame me for. Isn't that funny? I think so. Do you realize? You've been attacking an innocent person --Me!-- and, I guess you've been telling me that the bamboozler who tried to rope me into paying for her baby back in the 90s... wow, people are mad at her?

I was never mad at her, although I did think her attitude was shit, and I am saddened indeed that, now that she has figured out that I'm not that bad a person (thought not a stupid one she can bloodsuck off)... now that she's finally realized, "Oh! I guess he was good in bed!" she... can't do anything about it. Because, she somehow got maneuvered into getting an RO with me. Now, that -is- too bad. Especially as, now that I'm posting this in public/Africa, she probably hates me, because not only do I not give a shit about her privacy right now, and totally never atttacked her or carried resentments against her... at one point, I would have been happy to fuck her brains out! I could even get drugs to do it! It would be legal! We could do it tonight!

Even if she has HIV/AIDS! I'm immune, but on top of that... she is that sweet in bed, I bet she knows what she's doing now, and I don't care how fat she might be now, I could work that off her. And, I don't care that she's a cop, or Fed, or a whatever she is... and I don't hold resentments for not telling me.

Like, I get it. However --drat the luck!-- she'll have to get that RO taken care of first. Also: I'm not hiring a lawyer to deal with it, because I'd rather deal with (PROT) and I always liked (PROT) better and... oh, wait, is this too much for public display? Hrrm. Well, similarly, (PROT): you talk a litle too much shit in public for my tastes, and you hatred of me has reached CATASTROPHIC LEVELS. Do you think I care that you "took" Allison and ran a train on her and gave yourselves an STD?

Dude. She lied to me about so much stuff that, it might not even be her fault, and, she ran off without me to drugs and have all kinds of sex without me, FOR THREE YEARS. And then... and only then: she told me she needed "help" and imagined that meant that I was gonna break the law so she could get evidence to actually... get busted.

Wow. I guess no one told her I was Clergy, huh? Golly. Hey, (PROT): did you know how many Grapefruits there were? Welll... there's a lot more now. And, they aren't mad at me. Oh no. NOT AT ALL.

(Vengeance for (PROT).) There must be something wrong. Aren't I the one with the STD problem? Well, probably not. And, if I have the same bioweapon that was used to attack SUNSET HANDFASTING EAST... well, so what? They can put me on the books as having that disease, and then My National Military will give me the One Dose Cure, and then... I'll have a great cover story that can be developed like the Abilify story. (PROT) got one of them public, why not the other?

Hey? Is there something wrong? Wow, no wonder you are pissed. However, I am not your enemy... I didn't do any of this shit. And, you know who did? The sister of the girl your trafficked that I love. Now, let me ask you something... what was I supposed to do? I'm immune to many diseases, and I cannot believe you thought it was a better idea to traffick my friend... than to tell me that she was even here.

Being held captive. Both here... and in the house. Before I got her. And you knew. Wow! How can I be mad at you? I bet those cute cheeks of yours are red and steaming!

Yeah, am I making fun of you in public, right? That's okay, you do that to me. And understand: I didn't do any of that. So blaming me is foolish. And even now, I'm not even mad. I feel sadness for all of you, because... I probably did cure that bio weapon that you all have been held hostage with. Quasi-HIV/Anthrax? Wow, sounds rough.

Do you think... do you think maybe... do you think I'm immune because I am bi-polar? Asking for a friend. Also, I heard (PROT) is still pissed at me. Why? Is it because I'm not interested in giving him any sex? Well, there's something wrong alright... and it's not that he's a male, it's that he gleefully told me a story about how he tortured Jewel, by denying her food, while I was away, he even told me how he stood outside while she was locked in! He laughed at A CAT, which is better than pulling wings off of flies, I guess, but obviously is Jr. Serial Killer shit, and I had trusted him to care for her, and he said that he would. Then, he tortured her. Then, I came home, and she wasn't even there.

No wonder Jewel was willing to die. So. If I'm not mad at him... and I'm not mad at you... welll, hey. Do you really think I would give you a disease on purpose? I'm genuinely sorry to hear about all this... and I had nothing to do with it. And, I'll see what I can do about finding a cure, however, I'll probably intercede on behalf of people who have NEVER slandered me in public, instead of YOU, who are, honestly, a really cranky bitch about all this. What? You trafficked my used up ex-lovers 2nd tulpas, was that not enough for you?

Remember I said I disagreed with the decisions you made? Well, this is why: you kinda pissed off a lot of people, and NOT ONE PERSON thinks I did ANY of the shit you keep claiming I did. Do you get it? People admire me, not because I have a better botfleet... but because I have consistently lived a fairly decent life... and I have never had to run game on someone to get them to accept a person with an STD in their bed. I'd probably just have sex with them myself... and wow, I guess I know why (PROT) thought I was so pissed, trying to kill her, et cetera. It's because you morons lied to her, and I guess she thought I was supposed to do something extra-special after she threw a stick at my head? Why was I at that house anyway? Yeah, well... I don't need to know.

But she obviously knows I was victimized as well. Now, why was that done? Did you... did you think... that it might cure your bi-polar? (Plausible.)

I guess there's been a real problem for some people for quite some time, huh? Well... why didn't any of you tell me?

Is it because I'm Hungarian, or because I am hung? (Penis works fine, btw. Grapefruit doesn't care, and I don't either... because obviously I need a blood test, stat, and obviously, since I said NINETEEN MONTHS AGO that I needed one, y'all are demonstrably ACCOMPLICES TO ATTEMPTED MANSLAUGHTER. Like, wow. You people have been busy, huh?) I can see now exactly why you thought you had to keep me on ice; you thought i had Component C to the Multi-Phasic Bio-Weapon. Well, I didn't. I don't know what I had. It was something else. And now... you can't have it. Nyahh nyahh nyahh. Seriously, WTAF?

I could have been sent whores before. Now you want to send them? So strange. Do you realize, you people, you Bellgabalonians... some of you are on the hook for actual WAR CRIMES now, you know? Yeesh. I think some of all y'all are overcompensating for something, seriously. Now, I know what you're thinking: "How can Jackstar stay Neutral at time like this?" The answer is not "it's the training," it's "i'm in love with someone, asshole, and I don't want to look like a spastic retard presenting with overtones of homicidal mania", either in public or not.

Perhaps if you ever had a relationship that you actually earned rather than stole you would know how valuable it is. I warned ye. I warned ye all. But to blame me for your bioweapon infection because I didn't warn you hard enough? What? I don't get it.

Do you think it's because I'm schizophrenic, bi-polar, or simply a great deal more intelligent than you are? Well, I'll let you figure it out, while I change cameras.

Huh. It didn't work. Do you think it could be due to Wye's fury? Could be. I haven't talked to her since. Now, let me guess. Grand Wizard, Case-Elizabeth is more important to you than my friends are, or what? Let me ask you something... what IS important to you, ffs? Oh, right.

Your medications that you are prescribed, Pillhound. Sigh. Look, I know this must be hard for you, but trying to defame me ain't gonna help any. Dude! PEOPLE KNOW that I am Primary Victim here. This case is HUGE. Now, are you just plain stupid, or... is this how you get your jollies? Because you're really making other people mad, and making my day a bit more complicated than it needs to be... and far more sultry than it has any right to be. Is there something else that I've allegedly done that was so terrible that it's alright to go on and on about more defamatory libel on me in public? Damn. Hey, how's your girlfriend? And how is your bitch? Oh, goodness... you do have at least one of each left, right? Dude! Why do you get a paycheck? Do you really find yourself more deserving than I?

Oh, and there's at least 2 more people pretending to be me now... and I guess there must be something wrong. Because I really don't care. I have got a different focus in life now... and if You People hadn't been fucking lying to me FOR YEARS in the mistaken belief that you were gonna leave me high'n'dry after swindling me --yeah, good lucky buddy-up Chucks, do I look harvest-a-bull to you? Get new glasses--because the odds of ANYONE taking my entire life away from me with my self-taught reprogrammed Honey Pot that I found fucked-off on Facebook... damn, yo. You're not epilleptic, dopeslave--you're just incredibly stubborn. And you deserve everything I am imagining you are going through now, plus more. None of this had to be this way... and if I were dead, it wouldn't have been any better. Also, I don't plan on becoming a drug/sex addict any time soon, by the way. Because I planed for -that- and I have been for thirty years.

Thirty years of planning, versus thirty years of lying, stalking my friends, and laughing at me. Dude! How fucked up you are! But yeah, you and I are still friends... -ish. Because for one thing, this is all political. This has been Divinely guided. And wow, what you people have done to me pales in comparison to what you've done to hundreds if not thousands of people over the years.

Do you think I made you immortal so you couldn't escape via suicide? No, that was someone else. But, please don't kill yourself. You have so much to live for, and I do too. (This is all fixable, Twerps.) Besides, I think you're bi-polar: how do you even know something is wrong at all? Maybe something went wrong with a weather balloon. Maybe it's swamp gas. And maybe Gavelina died, or maybe she teleported away... in either case, she's not in my pancreas right now, and, wow, she indicates she is pissed to.

BECAUSE OF WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME. My friends care for me. And now that they have a baseline, I am pretty sure they are gonna get to work on hunting for revenge. Great. Just great. There go my plans for a Pacifist Tea Party. On the bright side... I am obviously innocent of all charges and as long as that Assault IV case is hanging open... I can't be hit with related civil shit. (Them's the rules.) So... looks like I'll be fucking (PROT) before (PROT). Although either would be fine compared to you and/or someone's mom. Her farts smell more like swamp gas than swamp gas does. Maybe her doctor found something... wrong?

There was something wrong all right. I introduced two of my friends to each other 30 years ago... and I never heard from them the right way ever again. I don't know if they killed each other or what. Could be one was dumped in a shallow grave. Well, that would explain where she went when she Tweeted, but not the lack of informational exchange except oh yeah they were using my DNA to modify drugs to make my ex into Queen Bee--the one all others would slavishly obey.

I did not become afflicted at all. Now, jump to 1997. I had been abandoned and mostly forgotten. Why? Well, because no one knew what happened. (Killed my grandfather, attempted to kill my mother, trafficked my aunt, let me alone to die, failed to  tell me it was because I didn't go to school for school. I was too cool, apparently, and the malfeasance goes back pretty far.

Let's just say its been a long, long time since you qualified as human.

I'm in love with a hammerhead vampyr shark. You wouldn't understand. You couldn't understand.

You shouldn't understand. Yet, ya think ya do. Puzzle.




SOLUTION: I'm gonna buy another phone. While I'm out, unban me: EVERYWHERE. Unblock me: EVERYWHERE. Un-defame me: EVERYWHERE. (You probably can't, but, hey, it is the thought that will count.) You have no other chance for anything but getting hung at The Hague, your self-righteous twerp. Banning Jackstar? You asshole, your site blocks me. That's because YOU ARE BLOCKING THE WRONG HOUSE. AND YOU ARE TWINNING YOUR FORUM. AND YOU ARE LETTING YOURSELF BE ATTACKED AGAIN, BY SOMEONE WHO CARES FOR ME AND DOESN'T LIKE THE WAY YOU ARE TORTURING ME.

Because... you -are- torturing me. Do you know how hard it is, not to laugh myself to death? Hernia, remember? Yeah, you thought it was a lie. Look, just pretend I'm The Bhudda, okay? Because to you, I might as well be, and to the rest of the world, thanks to you... no one will ever know who any of you ever were, except for me and Art.

And, ALL ART IS A LIE. However: Jackstar Michael Cllifford Giffordslayer Kuczi, Emeritus Grade, is real, and may or may not be A. Titan depending on local jurisdictional rules. Check your local listings.

And check your dorkmen's thugs. Because all of this is not all real. A lot of this will be gone by morning's light. What do you think just happened, btw? Why am I typing all this out? Why is it also published on YouTube? How can I possibly be okay with opening myself up to this kind of... of... criminal & civil culpability fan club exposure and Eternal celibacy early portal opening and Timeline jumping? Because I don't have to stay here, but I am here for a reason, and it is obviously not getting laid every weekend as a cover for your cross-water shipments (so difficult for the DEA-AMPS-@THE_PIERvampyrs, the FERRIES/Fae Folk. (CAIN is so sad. Apparently the doesn't want to be a murderer again? That's encouraging that even He can be redeemed, although as much as you even can be, I'm not here to save The Brotherhood. Can't they save themselves? Or are they all too busy building a case for Assault IV?) Most of these groups that I just casually name-dropped genuinely love me, because obviously I'm not as hateful as the rest of you surface-crawling twits. And, like you sad, crusty bluddy lot, I love them too, not out of reciprocity, because they don't owe me that: OVER TIME, I HAVE EARNED IT. And in exchange: My Respect. (hashtag optional). I am sure none of this seems like reality, is it? Of course not.. I haven't even learned if The Fae even know how to spell respect, let alone deserve it, and to respect their culture is not the same as respecting their goddam goblins. And yet, ya don't, and I just do, and I love all of them and all of you. (I don't fuckin' believe it either. I assume the new hearthrob is a big softie at heart. How did you manage to piss her off, Bellgab? I don't find it plausible that any of you could be tha... oh, right. God is real, and made your fags betray your entire master plan, and now you're fucked, and I'm not, and that's okay with us. We haven't even held hands, we can swap each others sigils for another, no sweat. And, just like that, a Covenant between Magick-ising groups that has stood for THOUSANDS OF YEARS HAS BEEN RENDERED INTO NOUGAT AND BEAR FAT. And I love you for it? Sure, I'll buy that too. Hopefully I can fix it later. It's not real, I can just move on and forget about it. Are you writing this down?) Life, like my love, is naught but a dream, like my call, and my \/\/rote.


Yet My Love is real, and I am You. (iWOOF!)

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(We hoisted the Jolly R. yesterday, Punylings.) l8r

Oh, Mango. (CL-PROT), I cannot lie: I am impressed.

/golfclap Now, get ready to do it all again without lying or stealing my liquor, and maybe you'll get your Titanship back. (Don't bet on it.)+esQ.

[Lazarus]

And if you ever call me a junkie, I might just find out what this whole "IV drugs and rape a bitch" thing entails. This is not a threat--you'd like it, obviously--but then I am sure Tamara would want a turn, and then, well, I guess I'd be off to the races. At some point, you'd lose tenure.

See? No threat at all. Just Special Consequences for Cons & Quinces.

Would never want to disappoint the most self-addicted and self-consumed monster in these parts.

[pate]

[pate]

[Jackstar]

Dude are you really still wasting your time with this? I really must be on another planet, because you haven't been this stupid in public for awhile. And with everything else changed, I thought I was in a brand-new place.

Now, there's you.

You get that I'm tired of your bullshit, right? I'm just gonna assume you're some robot psycho at this point, honestly. Autotard isn't a new dance move, Pal.

[Jackstar]

the most self-addicted

David. I am not addicted to myself... I am addicted to herself. /shrug. Who wouldn't be? (Just you, maybe.)

and self-consumed monster

Are my spermatozoa... myself? I don't think so.

in these parts.

Dave, seriously, are you ever going to grow up? I don't even know what your ego-driven problem is with me at all. What did I do, ruin you for other Titans? I can't really help you with that, Dave.

I'd like to point out that baseless, irrational hatred is not going to help me get you out of YOUR mess that YOU created any faster. Can I even do that at all? Well, I don't know... but I'm gonna get SOMEONE out of it, that's for damn sure.

Now. Are you gonna come down off your high horse and give me a hug one of these days.... or are you gonna make me call Al? I don't think he'd like the way you're behaving. I really don't.


Like, I know you would care.

[pate]

[Jackstar]

Maybe... but, they are all DEFINITELY laughing at you already. Likely always will. And do you think I give a shit?

None of you on this plane of existence mean the same to me as you once did, tick-breath. You just think I give a shit about getting laid because you're a sex addict and a vengeance junkie. Get a real schtick, Puny Pugilist. You have no idea what this is all about anymore.


It's not about Power. It's about KHANTRWL. Now, would you mind? I'm nervous enough about talking to your mother tomorrow, and I don't mind telling you here in public: do you think you're ready for the responsibility of being a lawnmower man? You've got the brains and the body... but, do you have the bupkis?

We shall see, Puggy P-yuge-a-ling. Eyes on you now. Watch it. Mulch.

[Jackstar]

Okay, there's at least one that isn't gonna laugh at me.

"In isolation crying uncontrollably want to confess their sins/crimes." Wow, that sounds like a real bummer. IS THERE VIDEO YET? I'LL GET THE POPCORN, YEEEEE-HAW!!!!

Just kidding. I need a voiceprint. Or is it "a cryprint"? Must remember to Google.