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Oh Lawdy, when I found myself being encouraged to talk about how I, personally, dealt with "gotta get your vax, CITIZEN. You know what's good for you, right? And everyone else around you right? Sure you did. Look: it is fucking free. Take the fucking shot! Now back to Mister Rogers on PBS."
Oh, sure, I was gonna knuckle under to that. You know who did? Well, possibly someone who may have thought that I was more or less unhappy about someone spouting off my "use" of Abilify.
Now, I was kinda happy about that one: hey, cool, someone either fell for the bait, or, wants to know what's up with my medical record, and hey, I wanna fucking know too!! Because that Rx for that particular drug, well, that was a -bullshit- experience.
For the psychiatrist. Let me put it this way; I don't need them, they don't need me... to explain to them how I have -neatly & completely- avoided the scourge of drug addiction that holds this planet in its iron grip.
Well, number one, they don't really -need- me to explain, they just would -prefer- that I stop spreading my knowledge. Well, that's fine; I would prefer that they had given me a desoxyn scrip, instead of some psycho Hoortripper who clearly, totally lost her mind at some point when she figured out that, hey, uhm... I might have been miscast in her little personal revenge fantasy. Surprise surprise... karma came back and got her totesfine, because I did my interior work, called for a TOWER moment like I was ordering a sandwich for my bitch from Jimmy Johns... and I was just going through the motions as a matter of discipline. Did I really understand what I was doing, by knowing full well... when I came here, Bellgab, I had no doubt, I would INEVITABLY, EVENTUALLY, FIND TWO CLIQUES. One new, one old. Something borrowed, but nothing new... oh, look, one drop racists. They think I'm a secret kryptonigger. They should get together and have a sockhop with all the people who have thought, but not openly accused me of being, a secret cryptojew. Quiet, polite lol.
I am anything but. Ask any jew about Kuczi. They will feign ignorance. That is what Jews do when -anyone- asks them about anything. They will pretend, because the truth is, at the moment of asking, they barely know who they themselves even are... and if you're gonna get an answer, it's either from someone not a Jew, or, you already got it, quit asking, or... well, this hardly ever happens, but, the legends doth state, that one day, one will answer the call, with a ringtone, that will restore balance to The Torah.
Seriously, the legends do *ahem* doth state that. You know why? Because I fucking went back in town--well, time, I mean, look, it's an energetic thing, okay? But trust me, as soon as I went back in time, I made sure that people would be able to find out. Somehow. With a little digging. And in a way that would be IMPOSSIBLE to wipe out or erase the fact of.
I think I did a great job. Someone else did too. More than a couple someones. Look, at this level of reality, Public Reader, do you even know what you're getting into? One Particular Person... didn't. They just mosed on over, acting all fresh-faced and innocent and... thought getting insto-macked was the worst thing that she could ever imagine happening. Oh, hell no.
The WORST THING happened a few (blanks) later, when someone called me, to threaten her, and, because it was not something I found threatening, and in my sole estimation, was not something I needed any help with (I barely told Jesus and he was all yawning, like, yeah, whatever, someone just completely shot themselves in the foot, and trust me, people noticed, and I not only noticed just as well, I didn't give a shit either, just like everyone did before, when it was just the two niggers and the half-wop half-spic not-a-kike-and-that's-why-he's ostracized... because I don't love him for this, I don't fetishize it at all, in fact, it's kinda retarded to love someone like this. A jew who loves Jesus... why? Oh, he's not gonna tell, he thinks, but trust me, I fucking talked with this guy more than I had talked to the woman I was sleeping with for the previous six months... since, The Reckoning, and unlike she, this guy, actually knew that he -was- intelligent.
"How can you talk to the guy who raped your girlfriend?" Well, I just remember that she didn't even know what had happened until she came back, and then, after a brief five minute window, she was floored. Because she fuckin' had been somethinged, and regardless of whatever happens legalling from it--drop it for ever, see if I give a shit, totesforreal, the bottom line is, she thought she knew the shot, I suggested perhaps I might have an insight or two, and rather than avail herself, she...
Well, look, I don't know if she's on surveillance video from the Fred Meyer Shoe Palace threatening to literally beat me with a metal stick if I didn't stop asking her questions that she didn't want to answer at all, literally in a public place, and the way she spun and pivoted and clearly meant the threat... I mean, she was
brandishing.
There's a big difference between brandishing a weapon to coerce action with legitimate Authority, and someone throwing their Gerber's Whirled Peas down on the high chair and then waving their plastic spork in the air and complaining that, hey, Mom, dumbass, there is poison in this food. Why can't I suck on someone's tits? Oh, because you are vain -and- you wouldn't want someone else to feed your own baby, how vile! That's disgusting! Said the woman who told me once that she would never sleep with someone who had been in a loony bin, assumed that I had (or would) and told me about some boy she used to crush on, who then one day came to her and said he was sorry for ignoring her, but hey, he changed his mind, saw the light, and she tells me this story... in order to illustrate a point. You know. Because subtext.
And remember: someone told her that I was really into shooting meth into girls and raping them. Oh ho! Time for a job for Captain Justice, she no doubt once thought. Me, I was just horrified for her poor friend Anders -- I hope she didn't give him/her/or fucking IT a complex or anything, and, Boy Howdy! Is that chick in for some karma. Because her version of doing her dharma was... look, I don't know, and at this point, it is no longer, strictly speaking, any of my fucking business.
Just like essentially anything she wants to say to Ballface Bookgrab is any of my business. And look, I get it. it must have been horrible for you all, recognizing that this assignment, might not be so "temporary." Yeah, well, tough luck, right?
Let the judgement flow through you, then stand by and get ready--did it ever occur to you, that maybe... she was an opportunist all the way, and I didn't really like that very much? Because I didn't. And, I don't like people who try to change me. Especially when they have a hidden gang and shit.
And especially when someone threatens me with ACTUAL "do this, or else" bullshit. On the phone. And thinks that is going to happen to turn out in any way that anyone will ever forget. See, I guess one of you didn't inform the others the truth... yeah, you might not wanna fuck with Jackstar. Or trifle. Okay, let's face it, you totally want to fuck with me. I am obviously worth the trouble.
Literally all four of them would be happy to kill their least favorite member of their coven, gang, or fuckin' beavers beavin beavis den, literally, if it would get them a chance to get back to where any of all of them were with me, not so long ago. And then, I don't know -what- happened. But it wasn't a "camels back breaking" thing, no sir, no ma'am, it was, "Jesus gave me a chance to help you before he fucking comes and makes upholstery out of your recent banking bankers bullshit," which, I will have all of you here know... would be fine with me. Also fine with me: getting a chance to practice on legit assholes in an ethical fashion, instead of getting all skeered that I was doing something wrong.
Well, I wasn't. Turns out dragonfear is supposed to be hard to overcome, because seriously, who could be easier to kill than a dragon? Here's a hint: threaten their offspring with something not an obvious joke, and then, make sure you don't kill the dumb fucking lizard too fast, as I hear the screams of chagrin are a delightful complement to dragon's unborn young omelette, with just a skosh of a chance you might get a scale in with your eggshells! Could be! You know: standards for endangered species protection, I am sure you understand we can't -guarantee- you might get a dragon scale. Why, do you know what they are worth? (Fucking zero obviously.) No, you don't! So if we kinda hide the truth... "we" in this moment means the dudes at the Smithsonian down in the Secret Dragon Secrets Dept.... look, it's lilke this, no, you can't have any dragon balut, but.. fuck, for that, I would try it.
I don't need to experience that level of depravity. I've simply heard of it from people who didn't hang out with the Dragonstalking Team peeps when checking out Invisible College's activity center/hub, and... yes, the more people who read that who think I'm just boasting or delusional, the better.
And, why yes, I have killed dragons. Not... incriminatingly, and not so that I no longer consider myself a pacifist, because... well, why not kill a dragon? What, he's not gonna respect you the next morning? Because... why not kill a murderous, greedy, vengeful she-beast that had no respect for you at all, once she/it realized... you weren't dumb enough to fall for its stupid, petty traps, not even the ones that the Dragonslaying Enforcment Agency -promised- would never fail. And they didn't fail. Not a single one.
They were simply mistargeted. That's all. And those dead dragons? I resurrected them. They're not dead, and it wasn't violent... for me. I don't care that suddenly a majestic, magickal creature with a shitload of ego just suddenly felt taken down a peg. That happened to me, and I don't remember anyone visibly getting upset. So, suddenly, I'm supposed to respect dragons AND Jews? Huh. All of them, huh, even the ones with a corrupt genome?
Look, this is a lot of expectation for someone that ought to recognize the difference between a euphemism and a simple frustrated blurt out of the truth: "I don't care what happened, and I hope he does it again! What do I have to do, feel bad that I didn't warn you hard enough?" Fuckin' four hours on the phone, and at first, I'm like, "cool! you're leaving! now... will it blend?" The proposal for the narrative, I mean.
Fucking hours on the phone. "Really? Why?" Well, because, it's complicated. It didn't help that the person acting all large&In_Charge didn't actually know herself, because if she had, well... maybe she wouldn't be upset about whatever the fuck upset her, she'd be upset about something reasonable and useful, like, at a certain point, uh... Jewel disappeared.
Like, for weeks. She came back, kinda less snooty than before. Did I mention, that she was a bitch? Not a Queen, no, my cat was a bitch. She -deliberately- gave me an inguinal hernia--not only was she a bitch, but clearly an excellent student of anatomy. And, why not Human? I was really the first human she had ever met who really cared for her.
And she sure fuckin' knows it now, right? Because I would have preferred to have not had her vanish as she had. Yep. Also, preferred as well: that she not be jealous of Grapefruit's cat. Oh, I didn't lilke that at all. Jewel didn't fuckin' own me. If she were threatened by my affections for another cat... well, I guess she could get used to it, or, she could just up and leave. Go on, she'll be back one way or another.
Additionally, it became obvious to me even before suspicions began to dawn, that... while I might enjoy Grapefruit's company, Jewel rather found her less enchanting, and look, as soon as Jewel found out that she was gonna take a semi-permanent visit, she, uh... well, reportedly, let's just say, it did not meet with her approval.
I could have given a shit myself at this point. However, it did seem a bit much. I wondered about the story. And, was it fear, or rage? Or, did someone forget that I'm a Sourceror, of course my goddam cat is a fuckin' magickal deal, and yeah, I would expect that if she heard what had been said, muttererd under someone's breath, thinking I could not hear... like, nigga my grandfathers died before I was born, you think I'm not aware of how bricks and gutters get made?
Why, it's the Brick Stork who brings tiny baby Masons, who are all friendly and just want to help their community. Get that? And it really is theirs, boy o'buddy, as anyone will find out when, mysteriously, all their appliances break. The same week. After declining their polite offer to take way too much money for a shitload of work that does not need to be done... by a One, such as My Self.
Yeah, I am hated all around the world for my freedoms. Largely, I assume by those who were mislead into taking a bullshit oath that they now chafe under the restrictiions of. Yeah, I know, right? Me too! My mom tricked me! Now I can't hang out with motorcycle gang club members! Dammit, Mom! Never letting me have any fun.
That's fine. She gets her fun first, and then I get the leftovers. So I don't ride a motorcycle, why? I'd rather ride girls who thought that was the most fun they could ever imagine having with a guy. Better than sex, sure! (Since a great many gals have no idea what they're doing, let alone, what they're alllowing to be done to them... oh, so, let me guess, Don Juan Castaneda, or whatever the fuck that guy is, oh, he -might- have been a "Sorceror" but that could only be due to his legitimate, historical heritage, right? So when I did whateverthe fuck I did, a couple years ago, oh, instantly condemning me in public while privately scrutinizing me EVEN HARDER while openly frontin' that nothing was a lie while behind the facade, of course, nothing but... I mean, shit. How likely could that have been?
"Cornhole Ebola"? Say, what? Oh, come on. Did someone really think they were being clever? Oh, why yes, yes... I see that they certainly did think that at some point.
I don't know what anyone thinks about it now. For I have achieved The Great Synthesis... look, I'm interested, Bellgab, but, what are you gonna interest me with next time? Two secret badasses, each with their own flying cars, and... free oil changes for life, huh?
"Free oil changes for life." This was actually told to me as if it were something I was supposed to be enthused by, when I instantly thought, "Yeah, all the more freer for you, that I take the car in, and then instead of getting insta-ass-kissed, I find out how they much prefer some wierd loser homo/not_homo to Her Royal Highness, who, I must say, really is all that.
I frankly liked her a little less humble, but, you know, after a certain point, there wasn't much I could do. And, really... I would say that most would indicate I HAVE DONE ENOUGH. Oh, but wait, there's a request from the audience. "Dear Jack, please write down what you would be allowed to tell me in five years, as well as fifteen years, because I don't think you'll remember what you would say to me now if I did like Tom Hanx in that movie Big, and why yes, I bet Tom Hanx would love to have me explain how I came to discover that teaching biffling to a Hungarian was an excellent way to get his father's attention, I'm glad you mentioned it here on The Internet, where my bitch-ass whiney little brat of a cheerleader is probably not going to forget that her son and her boyfriend AND q-husband, nnn sss, hahhaa, yes, very funny, indeed. Now, count your lucky stars that I didn't just explain exactly what "noblesse oblige" and "dam i forget now, but trust me, oh yeah I remember, irreconcilable differences," and also, "dude I'm not too cheap to give data away... I just think your family doesn't deserve any data. Oh and also, I am a part of your family, because Austrians are the descendants of the cunts who came to my ancestor's mountain valley and thought they were just gonna, like... take, some of the stuff, and then run back to Austria, and wait to see who gets to the top fastest, right? Or maybe dumbest.
Long story short, I really wanted to talk about LEGAL EMANCIPATION at one point, because I thought that was a big problem, but when I came to realize the truth--someone had decided to fuck with the right Hungarian after dumping a typical Austrian the wrong fuckin' way, because, ooh boy, did someone carry a grudge.
Let's put it this way: I was happy to put up with some amount of taciturn dull humor, because, I didn't wanna hang out with him or his son -either.- However, after five years, I'll say this: not only would I have preferred to have brought the brat to Oklahoma... I would prefer to bring David and YOUR SON, Tubby Chef, than go there with her and him, or her and him, or her and just me, until I figured out what you're fuckin' damage is, mang. Like, for serious. You sure made some poor assumptions.
Like, that I gave a shit about you much at all until your son won my heart, and then because I think he is best kept with you; mostly because you should be your brat's servant, and I'll be your old brat's servant, and we'll see who gets civilized first, and you know what? I honestly wonder who would get to the top first.
Further, I would like to thank you for the help you gave me, by texting that "you would never help me" and such like, as that sure disabled anyone from filing paper claiming that I "owed child support" for her "bastard children from a previous relationship," exactly what relationship, was that, exactly? And why did money from me, ever enter into the picture? Oh, right, because y'all had a deal, and then I showed up, and then each of you pissed me off EXACTLY ONE TIME, ONE TIME ONLY, and that's all it took. *CRASH*.
It's not really that I didn't think the lasagna was a nice touch, it's that it was so unnecessary... at that time. Tell you what, you get in a time loop, you get that moment again, remember that I arrived to my home, in a good mood. Better then anyone could have expected. Then, someone mindwiped the ho left behind, I don't know what, but I'll tell you, I was happy to have terminated and forgotten everything at that moment.
Instead, someone perjured herself, gave me a goddam trauma complex that I am still working on, successfully, I don't have a disorder, but still.. look, it's been six months, and I'm trying to help you.
You should let people know that you feel bad for trying to overly involve me in your son's life. I get it, Pisces, you're not gonna live long, you think, and you're so worried that no one will love your son like you think you do. Christ, you're just like my father. Also Pisces. Also drunk as a lord all the fucking time.
Also thought he knew better than me how to cut things, just because like, maybe at first, hey, he might have had an edge, but I will tell you something very clearly: for awhile there, I was only still being polite at all, out of concern for your scion. Who I -never- wanted to replace.
Obviously, someone literally wanted to replace me with you and have us all murdered and obviously your son is going to have the same adjustment issues that I have had. Because, you know, xenophobia can be deadly.
It can also be hilarious. Imagine! Anyone here, knowing who I am writing to. Imagine, someone thinking that this is a threat. Imagine anyone failling to realize that my concerns about such trifling events fucking ended when Facebook was deleted, and then Instagram... well, it isn't coming back, and some of those pictures were irreplaceable. Also irreplacable: dat porn someone tried to enchant me with, and then realized, oh shit, psychokinetic mirror magick numbskull, well... what if you're not an idiot and haven't been just banging some loser who lies like all the rest... what if maybe you're wrong?
Shit, I wondered that plenty. It can be someone else's turn. In any event, "CORNHOLE EBOLA" would be considered a fitting fate for some, but none of those people know the truth: I took whatever vengeance I might have needed when I saw your son recognize my exertion of will as, not being in conflict with his father's, but in fact, could be really complementary, and yeah, I would have preferred something less weird and creepy but at least I'm not suggesting a wife swap, which, naturally, both your wives will be frontin' that they regret not even having thought of... until that toast I am gonna give at your wake. I hope it's perhaps before 21, because I would love for your kid to be my designated driver at least once, after you're dead, and it's safe to tell him what I -really- think. (Sure, a case can be made for free speech, blah blah, "muh civil rights," bullshit.
Bottom line is that a line was crossed, and there is no need for debate: me and your own flesh and blood actually agreed. Oh, and thanks for letting me know in a text that I hope I can show him one day, "See? This is how much your dad respected me. He figured out what needed to be done, and he didn't leave a goddam trail of evidence a mile wide pointing anywhere... except to the truth. And so, that's the story of how your secret grandfather, that you never fucking ever heard of and neither did I, got frustrated while trying to get his greedy paws on my familly's money, that... well, god-dam, Kid, am I really going to have to -explain- this to you? Well, okay, but I don't want, to, what I would prefer is that whichever fuckhead told you that you had to be talked to for what I said to you about how you were using the word niggardly wrong, well, I coulda warned you on that one, kid.
Someone teaches him what a biffle is, he tells me, I am mortified, no repsonse. The cops lie to me, they fool me into embarassing the mother, instead of myself, I never wanted to see little Dennis again, okay great, he saw me asking the $54,000 question, fail to get an answer, succeed in getting my point across, yeah, someone is complaining about money, but obviously his mother and Jackstar, Badass Ultimate & Extraordinaire, (but yeah his dad is a better cook, he would have to be, right? Since he'll just die without his food just the way he likes it, he'll just waste away, boo hoo) yes, it's true: I specifically told the thug deputies, "There's no goddam kids there, is there? I would prefer to cause a scene," so of course, theyr'e both there, and appear surprised I am not mad at all about anything, other than... oh, great, someone bought themeselves a 3-year-karmic backlash. Oh, and look, here's -one- of the fuckin' two or three goddam actual body doubles your squirt gets... I mean, shit, you are important, aren't you? I never doubted it.
However, someone sure doubted me, right? Do I love you? Lol. Okay, guess what, Q is back! Oh, right, never actually left, you just got booted, and you know why? I don't know either, because your shit wasn't ever my business, and I don't think you recall what I said: "I got a download, everyone who can't be saved is now annhilated, so everyone left behind is a rescue job, not a murder/torture/kill. Even Hilary! We gotta rescue her! lool, that's a trick question, it muts be---"
And I still remember someone's reaction. "Death to Michael Pence!" Okay, she didn't say that. However... look, paedophilia and ephebophila, it's not the same, and to this broad, considering how she's got her 'issues' that I couldn't quite see at the time, but over time--ooh boy, yeah I saw it, no frets on that one, I just take longer than most when spotting a rare bird to start plotting to take guano samples, right? And I wasn't sure if anyone knew what was being tested here. Or ever fucking will.
Here's what was tested at one point: "Can Jackstar be successfully baited into going to jail for a year, without seeing it coming?" Turns out, no, not at all.
And I wasn't kidding. For awhile, I missed her so much, and I was legitimately so stressed, that when I said, "I can't even sing the Grapefruit Song!" and then, weeks later, I wondered if it were still like that, and... I couldn't even fucking remember how the song went. And it was NOT a complicated song.
Sigh. Oh, bygones, where is thy sting? I had a goddam superior court judge, fail to answer the most basic quesitons, like, "What's the emergency? Do you expect to be taken seriously? You get that I am the victim here, right? By the way, it seems odd that as I was looking forward to dumping her ass flat and moving on with my life, someone possessed her body, tried to start a fight with me, and found out just how fucking far ahead a good man can plan when he might probably have to fight... all by himself, against every fucking Native-blood in the whole of my own fucking land... becuase, hey, you know what? This land is OUR land. I was born here too.
Oh, and guess what? I fucking knew what I was dealing with when I found her picture and thought, "No way. A real one? Been grooming me for six years, and... what, she's not just acting vulnerable, she's actually vulnerable? Get out. This must be Divine timing." And then, she's all getting to the part where she has to announce her ACTUAL tribal affliation. And it doesn't matter anymore than this: she was acting shy and nervous about alerting me to the dangers ahead, and like, she had ALREADY alerted me, because, I didn't say much besides, "Oh, I know," immediately after she whispers, "I'm a Pleadian and I have two hearts, one black, and the other blacker, and if you think you love me, you don't know what love is."
Okay, she didn't say that, right? Not at all. She should try that instead, tohugh, instead of what she did do, which was, tell me that she was ashamed of her hertiage. Because there's nothing to be ashamed about who she came from, other than that, they must have been a fuckin' insane branch, because, they let her breed with an Austrian, huh? And she's not ashamed of that, oh no, she's loud and proud, "yeah, he's real tall and he's an electrician and everything was great, except he expected me to to put up with his drinking and his refusing to give me all the money I felt I needed, so, oh yeah, and, I'm an *furtive glance* Oompa-loompa. And I -knew- this shit was coming.
Like, I had planned on how to deal with her tribal shit during the first communicatoin. On Facebook. Which is part of the National Archive now. because, hey, thanks, Your Highness, if there was anyone who figured out that there was something not the way it was presented to be here, somehow, if anyone has yet not noticed this yet, they sure as shit did not attend my high school.
Oh, Christ, I don't know if David was doing it on purpose or not, but he really pissed me off and acted like it would be okay... for him... if he threatened me and I told him to stuff it and then, according to Certain Laws, well... look, it's like this. She told me about her super awesome tribal name, and I said, "Oh, I sorta knew..." and I had to do that, because I felt like I had just won the goddam daily double after borrowing heavily against Mr. Akavano's credit line. And it amazes me, how no one gets that joke. And, what happened to Joe Piscopo? No news.
So, he probably got some fuckin' leverage on the guy who tried to embarrass me by re-iterating the fact that, twice in a span of seven years, some intolerable douchebag thought that ratting me out to the public was gonna work out for anyone but me... and, naturally, my secret Boss Handler Overlord. (Who obviously exists.)
I don't even care who it is now. Or anything. Because I got thrown into a ring with a legit Heavy Duty Kryptojew, who called for backup, needed more, couldn't get more, not just because, obviously, lack of support from a woman who insists, "MY NAME IS NOT SPELLED ALLY, OKAY? YOU SPELL IT THIS WAY, NOW COME CHEER ME UP BY ALLOWING ME TO BELIEVE YOU JUST WANTED ME FOR SEX," because, that's what I did, but it wasn't until I pointed out, hey, what's there a Mennorah doing there? As if I was innocent.
So then, like, HER FUCKING FATHER tells me, as if it were something to be ashamed of: "We're a non-denominative household," or something, and it doesn't even matter "jew". Like, one of the few times when it doesn't matter. Because Native Jews, I can deal with them a bit better than Space Jews. And of course, I can deal with jews quite well. Even some Jews. Yeah, I'm not worried about it now, and now that I know why I am circumcised SEEMINGLY WRONGLY, well, I have made my peace with most of their Tribes.
And to see the same microexpressions of worry, trepidation and concern.. about openly admitting to me, some Yon Young Interloper, that they were afraid to let me know.... THE COOLEST
I MEAN, HOLY SHIT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, IT'S BEEN SIX MONTHS, AND I CAN FINALLY SHARE THE NEWS:
I have discovered that the most fearsome ethnic group in the world is afraid of me, and the second most fearsome in the world... does not like me, much at all, but... they do, in fact, respect me. So, that's cool. Especially after the year(s) I have had.
So, my father is relieved, oh, I didn't ruin his name, no, in fact, I just made it so no one knows how badass I am unless I choose to allow that, and/or someone is intelligent enough to figure it out. And I don't know when the Roma may have heard of me, but I sure as shit didn't openly disrespect them... at all. Even now.
Even after one of their degenerates was sent to me as a challenge, and I found him so low-rent that I don't even know if he raped anyone. Anyone at all. I don't need to know anything about what happened with that guy. Now, David, I still like that guy. And I would tell David things that I would not tell either of them, which sounds awful, right? Yeah, well, welcome to the world of Roma and Kryptojew interactions.
It's pretty fucked up diplomacy. But, these are tribalistic cultures. And were it not for the very, very good reasons that they are allowed to live in peace--because they're fucking American citizens, kinda, and they're really just too much work to subjugate, unless one gets a, like, a splinter cell, or something, you dig? So I can't really believe my luck. It must be fate.
Look, i'll just say this, not only do I know her "official" tribal designations and shit... look, I also have earned the right to directly connect to her Chief. She doesn't even have that right. She can't just start thinking about her Chief and be -allowed- to freely comm with him. Oh, SHIT no. Big faux pas. I, on the other hand... just did. We don't banter much. We know it's unusual, and it would be uncivilized to crow about it.
Also, they both feel so fucking stupid, I am sure. Like, she and I talked about going down there, and then, she goes with El Commandurr, instead of me, and, like, they are both so surprised, that... that didn't work? AND it got attention? Well, uhm... they had heard of me, right? Because, like I said: telepathic connection with her Chief. Oh, I reported everything that needed to be reported, and it's why I didn't tell the police, or do much more than laugh when I heard that my presence was requested at some court thing that had nothing to do with me, it was just a trap. One that I wasn't gonna fall for.
So, truth be told, I don't know why i am writing here. Hrrm. Oh! I know why! Because her tribal Chieftain asked me, he asked me for a favor, and, you know what? He's got it. He's grateful for... he doesn't know what, because he is simply aware that some gal who used to think she knew what was what, pissed off the wrong pair of faggots. And then, years later, she must have thought that was so much fun, what difference might it be that she might inadvertently piss off the right pair of faggots for once... and then, like, think that is gonna be the end of it?
Jesus Christ, I miss my friend David. The one who did not rape her. Now, I don't know how many times she was raped, or even if she was at all, but... look, I told her she was being disrespectful to every woman who has ever just been molested, not just raped, by doing what she was doing, and I said, "I'm crying for how Juanita Broaddrick would feel," and this cryptojew on public assistance who had told me that if I wanted to experiment with what I had talked about with her fuckin' look-alike on our first date, why, that kind of experimentation is for when a person is young.
And so, that's why it was too late for me to have fun, it was time for me to MAN UP! Do the right thing! Show that you love me, and give her the help she really needs! Like, no shit, she said this to me. And likely still thinks it today. Judaism is pretty sticky for such obsolete tech.
However, my last tangle with a Jewbag Honeypot led to me being stolen one ring down, and really, I wasn't there to hear about her comeuppance first hand. I just heard it from her years later. And she didn't admit that she had lied and stolen for no good reason other than... well, she thought she deserved it. And, I sure guess she did.
It's too bad she doesn't return my phone calls anymore. She was all hooked up with that, "I distribute propaganda in case someone looks at my phone," because in her case, she wanted to make sure no one knew that she was getting, like, involved with me again. I mean, they all knew what happened last time: she fucked up, AND she stole from someone, and ACTUALLY THOUGHT SHE WOULD GET AWAY WITH IT.
She did not. In fact, I think she got roped into this latest deal. WHICH IS HUGE. Did I mention? Someone made a bunch of false reports to the police.
Starting with David Rubini. And involving me, not at all. But some gal who spent time with him, against my advice, well... look, I would love to explain how that all happened, but, IT IS AN EMERGENCY and I JUST CAN NOT TELL YOU because to do that would perhaps, just maybe... EXPLAIN THE FACTS OF LIFE TO SOME FUCKED-OFF LATE TO THE PARTY PAIR OF PIGLETS, and hey, I think I mentioned? Time to stand down.
Long past time. Now, you all wanna watch what happens when Englebert and Liberace! -actually- team up? You wanna see some fuckin' showmanship, do ya? Let me put it this way, I was in love, toteslove, totesmanlove, before it was cool to do so, and, I already suspected what some of you already fucking knew for a long, long time: wasnt' sure about anything other than, I was gonna do what I was gonna do, not for Whitley, but for ANNE, who I was so fond of, I bought her book and didn't read it just so I can riff on that fact with him--that is, if I am -ever- allowed to speak to him again.
I mean, I did actually scare him. i heard it. I did NOT enjoy it. Some people, they like to make a grown man squeal and run! Such men have not likely seen what happens to a Hungarian in that case. Like... it's squealing, it's running, hey, take your pick, and, btw... do any of you know about this tech that I have heard about, where, like a person gets raped, right? And then, ever after, they can be possessed by the rapist, who does some kind of meditative shit and takes over their body while they're sleeping? Look, I don't know much about it.
Also, hey, the bio-bugs? You know that Corey Goode, right? You know it's amazing how little Bellgab ever focused on, like, real phenomenae, and seemed to think the funniest fucking thing in the world was raping and humiliating Mr. Strieber, who for all I know, totally fucking deserves it, loves it, is taking the piss, likes to be a victim and knows he's ripping off the gullible... adn that's why the vampires called for help from the Alpha Draconans. What? Look, I don't know.
I am just clear that I think that people who think rape is a great way to let off steam, create humour, be hip and edgy, and/or ultimately do much of anything other than to be fodder for my strict amusement one day, well, that's hilarious. Especially amusing: I didn't know why, but when someone who told me she had to go, because she didn't see me doing the kinds of things that she needed me to be able to demonstrate to her, and then she insists on me driving her, right?
So then... she gets a cab anyway and leaves in a hurry, and... oh, by the way, there was an eyewitness who I totally recognize, not because I am a cop or am that badass and well known... okay, actually, in certain circles, I really am that well-known.
I told her, I'm a big deal around here. I wasn't lying, but I also didn't know how big I really was, nor how I was gonna feel like enhancing my own destiny, in ways that I never thought I would ever be keen on.
Well, fuck you to the moon and back, then, because while I did consider hiring a publicist for Grapefruit, but that was really just so I could have an excuse to run into Amanda Knox, who, I rather imagine, knows of me quite well. I mean, we're both writers.
And, as it happens, the only reason why I haven't strolled on up and offered to trade her some techniques in self-defense for some cool rare gang signs, is, well... look, I'm sure -that- broad actually has some real trauma, unlike Grapefruit, who was -so- traumatized, that until she came back and discovered who was really playing her, that she was more worried about getting "fired" from a job... THAT ONLY EXISTED BECAUSE I INSISTED THAT SHE NEEDED PURPOSE IN HER LIFE. And, really, I still think we all learned more from her learning directly from He, rather than me, asking questions from dudes, who barely used to tolerate my presence, and now, no longer do. Or can. Or have legal rights to? I don't know. I might be in protective custody these days.
I don't even fucking know. When I rescued the fuckin' most rare bird ever for the umpteenth time, people wondered how they were gonna get this gal out of my clutch, right? Because they weren't sure what was going on... and still don't. I have told people openly, they think I'm kidding, or some shit?
I'm doing all this to impress Tiffany Trump. I used to want to impress Amanda Knox, but, look, she probably thought it was weird, hey, if I am so devoted to Amanada, #1, where was I when she needed me, and #2) how do I explain my past connections to other Amandas, as well as AN ABSURD NUMBER OF HELLSPAWN WITCHDEMONS with adorable names that start and end with the letter A. Well, how do I?
I accidentally laughed at a girl who was being taunted in ways that I didn't understand. I also didn't understand that I was a redhead too, auburn, whatever, like the teasing that redheads get is -awful-. And, they think it's awful how many people just want them for sex. oh, boo hoo. This is mostly due to their societal condititioning that has bred "sex is bad so if you want it at all, you must be scum." So, if the person who wants me, feels bad about that, and then chooses to punish themselves by having sex with real losers, doesn't yet understand how psychokinetic shielding with a mirror component works, let me tell you what: I'm not looking for color, and it was a compliment to me, that those two (maybe three? Must remember to google on my way back from Tumblr for my daily victrory lap) or however many gals who thought, oh no. Kuczi's a freak. I can't go with him. Besides, he's just fascinated with redheads because of Satan.
No, I'm fascinated with my first baby sitter, who I totally wanted to get all physical with. I was, perhaps 5 or 6? Anyway, I'm told that I took an instant shine to her, and she thought that was "boring, eewww gross," which is of course what a babysitter should say when they suddenly find an infant ready to do skin to skin battle... on first sight. Like, that's the story I heard.
From my mom. Also, my first word was 'fuck.' This was in 1975, rockets to the moon, sure, but a little vocal utterance, oh my God... it's a crisis. Perhaps an emergency? Well, not really...
And I'm not into raping. I am into ABSOLUTELY DESTROYING ANY RAPISTS ABILITY TO ENJOY ANYTHING, AND IF I CAN PULL THAT OFF, IS THAT BAD, OR EYE FOR AN EYE, OR, HEY, WHAT DID HAPPEN TO MY SISTER? OR MY... TELL YOU WHAT, LET'S JUST NOT WORRY ABOUT RAPE.
OH, MY GOODNESS, YOU RAPED A WOMAN SO ARROGANT THAT HER PROBLEM WAS NOT THAT SHE WAS RAPED AGAIN, IT WAS... SHE THEN SUBSEQUENTLY FOUND OUT THAT THERE ARE A LOT OF WAYS TO RAPE A WOMAN, AND BY THE TIME SHE WAS TARGETED, IT WAS NOT TOO LATE, UNTIL SHE ACTUALLY BETRAYED ME.
I DON'T KNOW WHEN THAT WAS. NO HARD FEELINGS IN ANY CASE! OH, YOU'D PREFER TO BREAK UP, BUT... SOMEHOW IT WAS THOUGHT THAT WAS GONNA INVOLVE BOTH NO DISCUSSION, AS WELL AS, YOU GET TO TO DECIDE MY LIVING ARRANGEMENTS, OH IS THAT SO? AND, FOR HANUKKAH AS WELL. GOD, i LOVE JEWS, I SERIOUSLY DO.
THEY GIVE ME AN EXCUSE TO HAVE STUCK IT OUT ON THIS FUCKING SHITHOLE PLANET. THE SCHADENFREUDE HERE IS EXQUISITE, AND IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET... NOT JUST HERE, BUT ANYWHERE.
But I'll tell you this, I never in my life had any desire to keep on hearing more stories of how my wife may or may not have been raped... until this last one. This last one, oh, God, it pays for everything. Odd, that. Odder still: I don't know who David may have raped, if anyone, and I really do not think that he did at all. And he was so convinced, FOR SO LONG, lol, that I MUST HAVE BEEN INVOLVED.
Ah; well, no. And, I can see the confusion being made possible. Tell you what, I continue to reiterate my promise to you: I will work tirelessly to clear your name of this false, heinous allegation. Just like... you know, you''ll do the same, n'est-ce pas? Like, dude, I don't get how you don't get it... you got what you give, and if mistaken charges of rape put your knickers in a twist, wait until you find out what she and you both missed out on by, uh, I don't know what, but look, both of you can just start apologizing to everyone you know, and also, some guy named John is pretending to be me, and that he has a legitimate marriage claim as well. lol. You fucking maggots.
Look, I told her the deal. And it doesn't matter if it's legal, because it is fucking true: we were completely untouchable, until he told one too many lies. Does anyone but me even know? Friends--and you are my friends--even I don't know the truth. And everytime Azzerae gets frustrated and says to me, "How can you talk to the man who raped your girlfriend?" I just gloss on past it. Because you sure do have your opinion, and I do mine: I don't approve of how he chooses to pretend to make amends, but when he does make amends, hey, he does it right. At least for me.
That might be due to his paralyzing fear of my Shields, which are, btw: totesreal, David. I bet you wish you had them. Well, no, you can't sample that tech. You know why? Because you lied to me.
Not just "too many times." ALL THE FUCKING TIME. And you -try- to do what I do, but, obviously, I am better at allowing people to deceive themselves organically. You, however, clearly have been doing it so long, that you have deadlines, and schedules, and URGENT NEED FOR TIMING DECEPTIVE SHIT.
Right. But, Kuczi is the issue. Face it David: no one cares that you raped anyone. Who hasn't done a little raping from time to time? The important thing is that... I know that it wasn't rape. It was real love. I caught her missing you, and I didn't like jump her shit for it at all. Because all three of us were assaulted, and unlike you two real losers... I have missed you both the whole time.
I was fine with her going off and fucking her brains out. Good. Save me the effort and the headache of pretending that she was getting away with anything. She was not. She said she wanted me to get jealous? Okay, well, I was jealous since I found out that her kid has had more social security checks than my grandfather, and my father, and my own self combined... and, still, totesdorbs, he still thought I owed him something. Otherwise? Hrrm. Could be a trick. Could be a cop. Could be a Roman agent.
And, yeah, I could have been all of those things, but instead, I chose to wait patiently for the real thing, and boy, did i ever get it. And then, oh noes! Disaster! She's gone? Boo hoo, so sad.
Yeah, not really. I caught me an actual rapist, that would have gotten away otherwise. And apparently, those cops you adore so much, couldn't do shit beyond blame me, blame David, and pump you full of drugs. Wow, no wonder they took 35 years to capture swinestein.
Meanwhille, I am still busy at work, doing what I told you what I was gonna do: although it might seem to some that I have made my point, I am going to go all the way to Peak Keyser Soze Vendetta, not just because I can--easy! For you, after what they did, just give a good word! After you're done gobbling nameless dicks on faceless dreamboys and then reconciling the fact that I would love to write some letters to some of your friends... but legit, I don't want anyone to get hyper-jealous, or know what kind of a person you -really- used to be.
Well, for one thing, you used to be a person who could call me up and feed me up a list of ridiculous nonsense, and I'd be totesdown, 4ever. Now, you still can, and I still will be. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go apologize to Asuka for making her feel less than anything she is, undoubtedly perceived by many, and forever always well, as some sort of... confusion, about what happened.
However, I don't need -everyone- to know. I just needed my high school class to know that, hey, this isn't an accident. This is babe fuckin' ruth pointing out the homer, and yes, of course it looks like I'm an idiot. That is the purpose of plausible deniability, right?
Forget it because if a person doesn't know the back story, telling Grabthar's Hammer to wait a bit before letting Karrin H. get a turn to swing, well, look, there at least 4 or 5 people who will NOT find that joke funny under ANY circumstances. Oh, really? Too soon, is it?
Tell you what, I'm gonna reconsider my dating decisions, because, as luck would have it, I told someone I would rather fucking die than go to one, ever, mostly because, wow, not invited yet? Cool, the camoflauge is working. I'm a Sourceror, legit, no consolation party from Mikolasy? Too bad, I wanted to show her this poem I didn't write about how awesome it felt to walk out on that insipid, inane bitch, even before I knew I was gonna steal the show, it felt good because even if I were destroying my future, at least I wasn't putting up with that bullshit she was spewing. Holy fucking shit, what a fucking ignorant bitch. I show her how creative I -could- be, and she acts like, oh, well, he just needs the motivation.
Also, the oxygen, and also the fucking dope that everyone else got gladly, that would be nice, oh, look, another thing that everyone else in that shit town got but I got treated like ass for. Surely some of them have figured out why by now.
Not all of them have determined it was to become the Pied Piper of all the abused wives that my highschool undoubtedly generated... because, like, uhm... there was this incident, right? And I made eye contact with one person and the telepathic message was profound: "Yes, of course, but not now, now I AM BUSY, AND YOU HAD TO ASK TO KNOW, HUH? YEAH, WELL, I WILL LET YOU KNOW WHAT I DECIDE TO DO WITH THE SCALPS I HAVE EARNED." Like holy shit. I never ever go out and deliberately sought a mate based on race before, right? I thought it would be rude. So, 44 years later, I find out what I have been missing.
And as soon as some minor dipolomatic snafus are settled, like, for example, someone spamming lies that were so ridiculous I thought it best to admit to them... which was obviously awesome, since that, I just found out, like laast month, right? I've never actually done meth before this year.
Note that it is not necessary for anyone to beleive me, but it's true, and I will tell you... dangerous to try as a civilian. Probably safe for me though. Tell you what, let me demonstrate in front of a Girl Scout Troop. What could go wrong? They'll learn the risks, right?
Well, I would have thought that a dumb idea, but when someone chose to THREATEN ME with REPRISALS, well, I think that was the first time That_Man had met someone like me... literally, nothing to lose. And the fate you two have bought for yourselves is hilarious. Because I know you both, miss me like the fire missed the rain at Notre Dame.
Yeah, well, hey, at least you had time to rape each other, and then you had each other while you were both FUCKING MINDRAPED AND TRAFFICKED AGAINST ME. Like I was supposed to be fuckin' heartbroken, right? I was supposed to be disappointed! Upset! No! I was supposed to be... something more useful to OTHERPEOPLE, dammit, not just to myself! How selfish! How rude? Why don't I think of the stakeholders? Selfish nigger husband!
Legit: she called me a nigger alll the time. Especially when she realized that I was strong, where her people showedd weakness. She herself, ashamed of her actual tribe. Which I love. And, which she is now safe in... because I helped her find a way out. And her father, mad at me... well, that's too fucking bad, maybe he shouldn't have fucking dissed me. Like four years ago. And if Christmas At Jason's Star Command Riverside Bunker isn't to anyone's liking, relax, I don't need anyone but those under 30 and myself to be happy. And not too soon, you dig?
Also, I do must apologize through local channels, as I am way weigh over due to make my report to her Elders. In person. I don't do telepathy with -them-. They are trash. I speak to her Chief direct... as a courtesy. He's embarrassed too. It's a huge breach of protocol, especially in this case.
Like I give a shit? Because the two most actual badass tribes on the planet, ones that most people know nothing of, but every fucking jew on the planet does--coz like, literacy, moron--has heard of them, and I can guarantee you, by now, they have heard that they are lucky to have a friend in Jackstar, if not Jesus. Because Jesus let their Highness Royal down, right down to the ground.
Now, I don't know who that is for sure. I just know for sure... oh my, I used to get no respect. No respect at all. A lot of smiles though, and a lot of people planning to murder me and take all my shit and this time, for pity's sake, let's get away with it, People. What has happened to us?
That's what I would say if I were too fucking embarass to answer the phone and apologize to someone he thought he had to stay on the up and up with. no. I don't give a shit about your family five-finger discount, or anyone in the family except the ones who are polite. So far, this means all the girls who are smart enough to know that Grapefruit's word is law now. To me. Any of y'all are welcome to disagree. Meanwhile, let me explain to you why I don't care for Valentine's Day: bullies used to tease girls for daring to be known as one who found me at all tolerable! Let alone... prime beef material. If only, oh, God, why? Why do I love this foul scumbag? I HATE THE PART OF MYSELF THAT FELL FOR HIS CREWEL TRICK!!!
Yeah, I noticed that a cryptojew who suddenly couldn't spell, either mysteriously developed dyslexia, or, something happened and all her yes men gang who used to be supportive, well, they weren't able to be supportive no more. Now, I know by now, exactly what happened.
However it would be disrespectful to pretend how I know that I know it, so, I gotta be as polite as I can: I fucking new that faggot cop knew I was openly fucking lying to his face, and yeah, I know that's fucking against the law, and punching him right the fuck out was against the law as well, because I didn't need Officer Fuckhead to remind me about how -I- didn't have any choice about whether or not they were gonna find probable cause, now, what was that you said, Sir, can I get you to repeat your incredibly incriminating statement? Because this guy, they're trained to deal with plebs, right?
They don't have training for The Beast that I fuckin' ate for lunch, on the daily, years ago. No one appeared to know that I was exceptional in certain Arts, and frankly, I'd rather be known as The Brute That Totesraped Amanda Knox's Rapist Using OOBE Tech, because, look, I happen to love the woman, not just because I found out she existed at the right time for that imprint to set in stone, but when I told my mother that I had no idea who she is or why I hadn't heard of her before, but there must be some reason people are celebrating other than how hot she is, although, four letters, starts with a K, mysteriously I was busy, huh? Obviously a story right up my alley.
My mother looks at me like I was an idiot, assuming I was making a tasteless joke, which, if I hadn't been legitimately head-over-heals-in love with the gal, would have been a tasteless joke. But, it wasn't. Because, I really didn't hear about her at all, until, I never understood why, by the time I heard of her... damnfool plight, she was just getting released. So all the pictures of her sad are all in the past for me. And my mother, sneering at me, "You never heard of her? You're literally the last one to find out," and, yeah, actually, there have been people trying to keep the hottest girls in the city out of my clutches, probably because of your doper husband and your sister having a ball and thinking she didn't have something to say to me.
Oh, right, I'm not a DeMolay either right? Well, that's because someone obviously took my descending rights. Ask me if I care. I didn't need a boost, now did I? I didn't quite get why I was discriminated against... oh, but I get it now.
Almond eyes. Funny ears. Blisteringly intelligent. Willing to impregnate your daughter, if only she hadn't been trained to think I should be the one to pay for the privilege of an 18-year-prison sentence. Uhm... no? How about, why would I? Oh, I should be so lucky, is that it?
Like I would have had any trouble tagging the babysitter at any age, if I had been subtle about it. But now I know the truth. I have seen it before. Someone didn't worry about the legality about being 'caught' getting railbanged by a hot pair of 19yos, but it was a problem considering that... well, let me guess, more to the story? Yeah, because I probably shouldn't have had to have heard about that from someone other than you, oh and also, he knew a lot of stuff before I did, huh?
None of that was a problem until someone literally stamped her little foot--oh God, I have seen that before, always a thrill for me--and stated that in her view, I wasn't moving fast enough to suit her agenda. Nor were her real friends impressed with my lack of interest in kissing their ass. And the look of rank disbelief as I explained, I don't give a shit about anything she thinks I did, look, I could imagine why I could explain 'why' I love, her most of all, but yet... I do. Whether I can explain it... or not?!!?
I'm not sure why she thinks it is my responsibility to keep her from getting 'raped' when she didn't really know what that word meant as clearly as I thought she did, but then again, I wasn't really familiar with how Vengeance Strikes worked. Nor was I familiar with the status quo... amongst people who were actually surprised that weed became legal for me when it did.
Oh, sure, legal for regular folk. But, legal for real losers, like Kuczi and his ilk? Well, hah! Jokes on them and his gang of scum... they can't use weed on her to... seduce.. her.. oh, huh. he's not doing anything but showing her that he's the smartest man she's ever met and she figures, one way or another, she's gonna get back what she lost. And, she did.
I got her birthday presents right here, and if I could only speak to her direct, I would tell her why she has nothing to worry about. So, I'll let the cops figure out what to do with the problem THEY created. Because... look, I was informed, that all she needed was a ten year limit on a piece of paper, and, I fucking quote, "All of my problems go away!" Oh, really then. By then, of course, we really weren't in any kind of functional relationship that functioned at all well for anyone but me.
Because as it turns out, I would have preferred to have not gotten all this attention, but I would also have preferred that someone not come back from "a business trip" and then fail to recognize that I knew what would happen: they would Split the Gab, and she would be on one, and I would be on the other, and we would be separated, and normally, that's a fate worse than death, becuase... well, when that happened before, I never knew what to do about it, besides, like, write them off.
This time, however, somehow, the reprogramming took hold, huh, in unexpected ways. Like, for example, I am sure she is still surprised on the daily, how certain she is now, that no matter what, I really do love her.
Hi Grapefruit! This is not an attempt to contact you, I don't give a shit if you read this now or ever, because I don't need to convince you, or anyone of my feelings. This is just to mock those who thought that I really was sacred of singing The Grapefruit Song. No, I wasn't scared... for me.
I was scared because one day, you, Grapefruit Alpha, are gonna recognize, that you said you didn't see what you needed to see me doing in order for you to... what? reveal that you got bored the same time I did? Well, since I noticed, and have been watching patiently to wait for you notice that you caught on last, that means, #1)I Win, #2) I wrote you a letter on Christmas, and did you remember that fucking thug deputy schweinhund who said that he was tring to help me? Well, he fucking did, because I did that in front of them, in order to maintain my balance, because when I saw that someone decided that Tubby, Obnoxious Austrian Man had allowed his kid to be a witness, and supposedly she was frontin' that she loved me but had to make it look good for the deputies, Christ, what a mess, and I grrabbed somethings, and then left, and I still haven't really seen her since.
She's probably fine. Maybe? Look, she needed to get that fucking co-dependency out of the way, and until she can protect herself without me, she won't ever be safe with me, because the next time David--any David--offers to express sexual desire to me, I will -actually- negotiate with him, or anyone, unlike what I did last time... because;
I had no idea any of you could be so dim as to not see all this coming from so far away, I don't even remember the moment that I realized I didn't care if you died at all, as I knew you would come back.. but I was worried for one of your nieces, another person you know nothing about, and, you know that restraining order? Well, look, I thought she was insignificant, until... well, golly. I literally didn't care about her in any way other than a laughstop... oh, but now, she got an Order. Well, I am sure she didn't want her husband to know the truth. So, I just vanished, allowed the judge to issue an automatic 'whatever,' and then--and only then--did I call the Court Clerk (Her name is Ma'am, fucktard, and they are the most important damned person in the builiding, and I ignored the judge, and spilled out the truth to the Court Clerk's voicemail. Now, i don't know if she transcribed that, but my message was clear:
#1) This guy is fucking nuts, so no hurry to undo the process here.
#2) I still have my gun rights because I was hoping for the outcome I got, which is, I got to pretend I'm afraid of guns too, but only to fit in, I fucking love guns;
#3) And I would love to "bother" Mrs. Kennedy (oh, who killed her?) some day, but only if she is interested in being honest, because, she was full of shit and so were you.
#4) I deliberately behaved the way I did in order to highlight my fury at your claims that I had 'something to hide,' no, that was you projecting, and trust me, if I wanted to hide something, I would hide it with her, especially now I know that she must still be steaming over something.
#5) I was misaligned with her because she wanted me to shelter her from another man and his interest in the baby of his that she thought she knew best on the what fors of. And, she thought, at one time, that it was going to be easy to get me to fall for the oldest goddam trick I had ever seen put before me, because it used to be, people thought I wasn't good for much else.
#6) Just a five minute conversation where I don't have to lie would be enough for me. And then, she would realize that most of her life was a lie, and she would realize why, and sure, I bet she thought she was pissed when I sent ~50 messages to her fucking SMS Cellphone at 1.52... but she was probably mostly pissed that I didn't send her an email, although I suggested that I might.
#7) I, of course, am mostly thrilled that I used this as an excuse to blow off one of your children's birthday, and that the other lovely tot happens to share the actual birthday with the other actual kid, and, honestly, I didn't think about her much... but now, I think about how she's got the only legit restraining order I might ever need.
#8) Seriously, I could have given a shit if she were actually wanting me or not before. But now? Oh, it would be a challenge, but also, none of my concern. However if her husband ever, and I do mean ever, mysteriously dies, you can guaratnee that they'll look at me close. Because other than, you kno
