who was it who was saying that time travel doesn't exist? Azzerae. Who was it who was implying that to label oneself as "a mermaid" and a "time traveler" was to imply that one was perhaps, mentally deranged?
You and whoever you bed can call yourselves
whatever you want, but to expect others to buy in to your cloistered, blanket fort role playing is a bridge too far. You mean to tell me you and her
really believed you could "travel time," and identify as something other than human, and everyone else was supposed to play
make believe without questioning these nonsensical ideas? I hate to be the one to break it to you, but she's not from the Pleiades. She's just a plain jane with a limp and a cane, that cheated on you whenever you weren't around, while her and the big bad bogeyman who was having an
affair with her documented the cheating, for all to see. I resent her calling me up on Christmas, robbing me of my
valuable time, in order to jam you up, after sending you to a fucking holding cell. Then, you both reach out to Richard Groyper so you can broadcast all your dirty laundry on YouTube, and then once it's all said and done,
everyone else is the problem? When real rapes occur, I fail to see why anyone would pair up with a known troll to "speak out." You and your nut-bag of an ex made your business public, and kept publicising your toxic relationship incessantly, to the point where no one else was interested in hearing the same story retread over and over again till you were the only 2 interrupting live streams and forum posts with discussion of your personal lives. Every time you got on camera, or on tape, you just ran roughshod over whatever else was the topic of conversation, talking about each other in front of the whole community. And now, your little feelings are all hurt, because everyone sees through it, like a cheap glass. You and her and whoever else was involved did it all to yourselves. I was taken advantage of by her, too, and when I tried doing what was right (standing up for her) and protecting her as a person who I thought was traumatised by a real event, she walked away. And I accepted her decision. Then, later, when I grew tired of all her criticisms of my subject matter, I gently pushed back, and was all of a sardine
the bad guy. The Devil incarnate. But it's cool: project all your failures and insecurities onto me, I can handle it. Just remember, you being offended is you doing
a hell of a lot of work to
be offended. I am not a bully. You just can't seem to stomach a cogent, clear-headed rebuttal to all the ills you and your gang of idiots engaged in and perpetrated on each other and everyone else. In your paper-thin skin, you now accuse me of working with international government agencies and having copious amounts of money. If I had lots of money, I wouldn't be arguing with you, believe me. You keep me poor by wasting all my time. Rich people guard their time like a dog does its bone. And if you think there's an international criminal ring behind you not being able to work a cellphone properly, you have bigger problems. News flash, Jack: you ain't that important. No one cares. Grow a pair of balls and pull yourself together. I think it's time we held a memorial for your now
long dead sense of humour. You've become such a sullen, joyless bore. And your imaginary friends who you're talking to in your head on camera aren't helping. Never did I suspect you'd be so closed-off to a gentle set of critiques that I calmly addressed after years of your passive aggression, pettiness, verbal and psychological abuse.
