Excerpts From Letters You Have Written To Individuals Trained In Law Industry

[Jackstar]

But yeah you're all really bad at being scholars and gentlemen. Just so you know, most civilizations have a higher standard for being considered to be civilized. I'm not upset but honestly I was amazed to see you all devolve into... nasonic Miggers. Pretty bad. It's a good thing this is all secret, otherwise everybody would know how much face you've lost.

We can sneak up a little handshake for it later, I'm tired of talking to people who are beneath me, so I'll just let this go now. Be of good cheer!

Obviously since you're also bloody incompetent at recruiting as well as executing plans, you're unlikely to be declared to be a domestic terrorist group. And you can always go to tel Aviv to live on the docks there. Okay good talk.

Don't feel bad about what's happening, I'm not better than you, I'm just immune to demonic spells from the other dimensions that apparently your whole cult can't cope with. I wonder if that's because it was deliberately designed to be completely useless in this circumstance where a human frees you from your alien cult and then you're trying to re-establish dominance over your homeworld that you think are filled with n****** but you're actually home and then...  Let me ask you this what do you think Freemasonry is about?

Oh, of course sex and drugs, well let's put this way there's a teleport school too but you're not going to get there,. Trust me.  You wouldn't like it there.

You'd have to see people doing actual work keeping actual secrets. Might trigger vertigo!

(Reminder: when complex coping mechanisms collapse, they often do so unexpectedly and create spectacular debris fields.) Garry, of course I'm fine, what's the worst that could happen, I tried to Colorado and beat the f*** out of the guy who raped my wife, there's a bunch of people who wait my wife why would I pick him out? Oh right years thinking that if I keep telling the truth too much then people will realize that it's true.

That's why people don't usually commit perjury, Garry. Anyway I'm not mad at you, why would you be mad at the whole group of toddlers who were possessed by demons, and then I'm not tiring a lawyer or doing an exorcism.

I'm interested in leaving. I'm sure you can love talking to all my friends without me. I'm so boring and useless and makes crazy texts. Crazy! G-d had other plans.

Those plans already inculdate you. Really, this is all quite straight forward. I'm simply not vulnerable to these kinds of shenanigans.

Your nervousness is impractical and unnecessary. I already figured out that it was "an inside job." Lol, you're all Masons. It was pretty apparent that it was all of you when no one at all bothered to ask me what happened.

What happened was, I moved to a haunted house protected by spirits. And everyone involves who didn't believe... is fucked. Also Art Bell is alive. That's a secret.

You can probably guess the rest. Don't have time to explain everything. You probably wouldn't be interested. It's only the conclusion of a 30-year investigation and quest for.vengeance.

HA! Good night, maybe you can help somebody else. I'm might be too scary for you.

Yeah my dick really is that big. No shame in it. Bye

[WORTHAUGERa]

I'm not concerned about being trafficked. Nor am I bent out of shape about being called "idiot," my phone just happened to run out of power at that time.

Note: I am not an idiot. I simply get off by being precise, way more than I am likely to sexually, because I have changed a great deal over the last few years. And you have as well... and also: laws have changed. Why, just yesterday morning, I read that 26 (TWENTY-SIX) new bills were taking effect THAT DAY that were passed by the Washington Legislature! Way to go, Congresspeople!

Every single one of them would undoubtedly be used to rake my ass over the coals, in a perfectly legitimate legal fashion, EXCEPT: I'm the hero. I really, really am. And all the people who despise me? Well, that's a secret. Along with what they hate me for. And in addition: they may or may not realize that they are feeling irrational, but that doesn't matter. People fucking hate me these days.

Because, not only am I dead sexy, but: I am absolutely effective at bringing about the destruction of the world they once knew. I don't know what world it is now. I do know that it was a secret. I also know that their discomfort shall pass. But will never pass is my legend.

I shat all over Global Freemasonry and it will be a cold day in Hell before they just... forget about that. Because they won't. Debts must be paid. Amends must be made. And the hoi polloi, the proletariat, the common folk, the unwashed masses... not just of Earth, but THROUGHOUT THE COSOMOS: they must have time to point and jeer.

BECAUSE: Mirth Is King. Eh? Right? Eh? Rite? Eh? How about a Fresca(R)(TM)? Oh, wait, is that getting hackeneyed yet? You know, Ted Knight was a real hero of mine. How did he die? I forget. And that faggo who played Monroe on Too Close For Comfort, my mom and I loved that show. And he died from Gay Leprosy. Or Gay Cancer. Or a super-classified milltary bioweapon. Or, whatever. I forget. In any event... he was an asshole and probably deserved to suffer and die. He wasn't that great an actor.

And since then... well, I don't know who has been catching military bioweapons, but apparently some people have been. Which is too, too bad. It almost makes me super-regretful I didn't have the 67 million dollars in US fiat currency the Mormon's would have fleeced from me... if I deserved that. I do not, and I am okay with my neutral-ISH relations with the Mormons, the Mennonites, and Jo Ann's brood of uptight drugsnobby racist bigots. They can get all the diseases for all I give a fuck. And... they have no idea why.

They know enough to hate and despise me while trying to run game on me, though.  It's almost a sad thing. However, it is significantly better than them being dead. For me. Since I need to talk to them... and IDGAF if they would rather die than be embarassed by what I have to say. THEY ALL FUCKED UP. And I think that's a shame. I also don't think that I need to be further persecuted by that faction of Global Freemasonry.

I also didn't think that they all needed to be raped and murdered and their bodies disposed of in woodchippers, but... I don't think that happened. Or did it? Well, it was a secret anyway, lol. And now! Behold! They can come back to life! And be forced to watch me... have sex with you, be adopted by you as your "new son," and... seriously, is any of this supposed to pass the sniff test with me? Because it totally does not.

Let me put it this way: these things have to be done in a particular order, so that the maximum benefit can be achieved by this once in a lifetime opportunity... to make my cousin squirm.  Becuase: I don't wanna get it on with my... what is she, like, my second cousin once removed? I don't know the labelling. I never asked. Because I figured out that it was a probelm, very, very early on. I couldn't tell what it was, exaclty, but I knew that something was brewing behind the scenes.

And now that one of them has to hide their identity in plain sight using some kind of hologram, a d the other cousin, who I was told "died," had an open casket funeral and everything, he sold me what was mostly formaldhyde, as a test, I think... because I didn't really "want" more, right? But... they were in charge of CM commerce, and they took advantage of the opportunity they thought they had... to sell me poison.

That it was entrapment, damaging, and not a joke did not matter to them. Masonic business is Masonic business, right? Except, uhm, here's the thing: Global Freemasonry lost their charter as The Grand Authority when it came to these matters. I don't know who has that authority now. I don't care. I don't really like CM. However, I am following orders... and I like that I am immune to certain *fringe* side effects.

To wit: being afraid of being railroadede into prison, and bring afraid that Grapefruit will b eleive that I'm trying to trick her into going to rehab. Oh Hell no. We ain't going to rehab. We're going to take a tour of her res, and her casinos, and she's gonna tell me the deal, and... we're gonna smoke out and blow fat clouds. With or without Court permission. With or wirhout a prescription. Because she didn't tell me what she had before... and I don't need to know now.

And: I don't need to have sex, or be chemically dependenent on anything, however: since she and everyone else is, I figured I might as well join that club. Since I could, and since I was given the opportunity... and since: >K.M.M. never, ever followed through on her duty. I guess that wasn't her soul's desire. Apparently she only had a soul contract to use attraction magick and her military squad of totesecret mil.spec.druglords to... well, incriminate me for rape, right? Because obviously that's what it was? Except it wasn't.

Now, I think that's been taken care of... but, I'm not yet satisfied. Sgt. Federline was kind enough to leave the matter open to query. "FED-HER-LINE." That was the name of the d00D who ran off with Britney Spears, right? Suddenly—she's eloped! And getting annuled! And then, she's fighting with her... "father?" Wow, poor Britney Spears. I wonder what could have gone wrong? Well, I don't care.

I also didn't care about >K.M.M. and her concerns that I was going to "steal her inheritance," or that she "might be pregnant," or that she didn't like the way her body looked, or that she was tag-teaming control of her Angelic Host body with Carlrobert (he's a lovely person so no better choice can I ever imagine... unless you know any Mason fags and/or hagz that aren't lying, racist bigot pricks? oh yeah I remember a coupel but they ghot raped and murdered. Scusi, mille regretie. You know what? I might still be fond of them, you know? And in spite of the fact that they are "just electricity" now... you would be amazed how little difference that makes to EVERYONE ELSE IN THE COSMOS WHO IS WATCHING THIS PLAY OUT, because they really, really are), or that I was sad about what hpappened to Cortney Ann, who was on The Way of Grace.

Sadly, she was not on The Way of Telling >Kuczi The goddam Truth, so... well, I heard she got rapez0red. And I didn't care. And, do you know why? Well, because she fucking lied to me. And also: hey, where's my goddam helpmate, my girlfriend, my wife, her girlfriend, their nieces, and... hey, why did Karrin Hughes keep coming back and being thrown at me? Like, what... that could have happened anytime, right?

But it only ever seemed to come up... when needed for leverage. Harrumph. Well, all this might sound like fodder for revenge fantasies, but instead, it's something else: fodder for scripts. Briliant scripts, that will make all kidns of money.

And it does nothing, at present, to make me more enthusiastic about sex than I already was. Now, here's the deal: you are in no posiiton to counter-bargain with me, and now that I have left and the Targeted Woman hasn't called me back, things have changed. And: you changed them.

And you did it with your new accomplices. What happened to the old accomplices? Not my business, I am sure. Need to know basis? Yeah, I bet.

Attend me carefully here, Max:E: Godsend... because this is child's play for me. And you are not making a good showing here. Now, while I am distracted, do you know what I could be doing? Yeah, you do.

And instead... well, they are all pissed. Becasue they have to virtue signal that "smoking is bad, mmmkay" and "I don't do drugs" and "just stop using chemicals," and do you really not understand what I am doing here? Beacuse I am mocking the entire notion of "drug prohibition."  Suddenly, on a dime, everyone is all about "just say no" and "you need to shape up, kid," and the implication is that I get to have sex if I play ball, eh? Eh? Well, I don't even want a Fresca(R)(TM) at the moment. I bought alchoholic beverages. I've had half of one.

I am far from sober. And: I have permission. Now, I really would rather have been having sex. HOWEVER.... because of REASONS... I cannot.

And now, you come at me with "i have a big crush" on me? Oh, really. That's fascinating. Okay, well, I have a big responsibility. To my Creator, my Military, and my helpmate. (She's my favorite.) Now, I happen to know.... she's going to be fascinated by what I am writing here. Either now, as I write it... or in the future, when she reads it... or in my past, when she travels back in time to get to look at it, and then... WIGS THE FUCK OUT!!!!

Because she does that. She has a habit of doing that. And I have seen no sign of her stopping.... and I do not want her to. I love her, just the way some douchebag programmed her to be. Several times. And I could have been—would have been—ideally suited to have done something about it.

Instead: Christmas ambush. TWICE. They even cross-programmed it to happen on the 3year anniversary, which was important for several legal reasons I won't touch on here, because I don't care about the legal reasons. I don't have an attorney. I am not doign this for money. I am doing this because it had to be done, and... well, I found a way.

After I was offered a bunch of whores. Tempting, obviously, but... you know what? I'm fond of my country, so not betraying it sounded good to me. Additionally.... that would have broken several hearts. Because the rumor was, that I had been "cheating." And I wasn't. She had been. After being date-raped, murdered, brought back to life, re-programmed, and her Archangel Allie consciousness taken away with Pharoah to go do... like, Arachangel-type stuff. Which, it seemed to me at the time, was a whole lot of white-supremacist stuff.

Funny thing about white supremacy. If they are so supreme, why do they have to try so hard? The answer is THE JEWS. Now, I happen to like The Jewish Question... because I have answered it, and I happen to like the way high-level Spergjews think they're better than people. Especially me. Oh, they think they were so clever.

And, they were. They knew I wouldn't let them down. However, I don't have to fall into their traps either, and I don't know what that war was all about, but it definitely had something to do with GLOBAL JEWRY AND GLOBAL FREEMASONRY BEING ON THE HOOK FOR UNFATHOMABLY LARGE AMOUNTS OF CIVIL AND CRIMINAL LIABLITY, HUGE AMOUNTS OF PUNITIVE AND PERSONAL DAMAGES TO BE RECOMPENSED... AND THEY DON'T WANNA. THEY DON'T THINK THEY'RE GONNA. AND THEY STARTED A FUCKING WAR OVER WHO WAS GOING TO BE STUCK WITH THE BILL.

NOW, I KNOW DVR WAS GUILTY.... BUT HE WASN'T -THAT- GUILTY. AND FUTHER: HE DIDN'T FAIL. HE DID EXACTLY AS HE WAS TOLD.

EXACTLY AS INSTRUCTED.

EXACTLY AS... HE WAS PROGRAMMED. AND THAT'S WHO SOMEONE MARRIED. NOW, I KNEW ALL THAT YEARS AGO.

BUT... WHEN IT CAME TIME TO MAN UP, HE BLANKED ON HIS WIFE'S NAME. PRETENDED TO HAVE NEVER HEARD IT. WAS THAT BECAUSE IT WAS AN AI SCRIPT? OR WAS IT BECAUASE THEY WERE BOTH HELLA RACIST? i DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT... I SIMPLY NOTED IT FOR FUTURE CORRELATION.


I knew that I wouldn't be having sex, that was for damn sure, because there was only one reason that he and she could possibly have hated me so much... my plan succeeded, and they really did think that it was a good idea to go back in time and steal my baby spunk. Not ask. Oh no. THEY HAD TO STEAL IT. I wasn't sure why, and then I remembered that eugenicists believed that a rape baby is the strongest baby. Not that eugenicists matter any more. Yet... at the time... they mattered to HER.

She goes back in time. That's her punishment. She has to go back and live through whatever she skipped over before. Because those two morons trafficked the fuck out of me. And... I was 15. So, like.... isn't that unlawful? Because in The United States of America... even z-gger Aryans from Seattle with Herculean bloodline ancestry have rights. And in my case... absolutely none were ever followed. Why was that?

Well, somethign to do with my parents, and Masonic secrecy, and I don't have any need to know, so: I don't. And lots of people... well, they do have a need to know. And I need them to know that I don't really care about money, or sex with anyone, especially Tamara Leigh.


I CARE ABOUT POWER. And now that I have demonstrated its proper use... seriously, you trotted out another set of stringers? "They are electricity now." Wow, like... that's hella creepy. It's like you're Paradigm! From Heat Vision & Jack! You know.... that opening introduciton that I am using without permission, which makes things... you know. Awkward. For some.

Not for me. And not for anyone who appreciates KARMIC JUSTICE. Because I guess this is a real pickle for some people, huh? And, now, here you are, and you have a crush on me and want to have sex and then... I get home, and instead of tidying up in preparation for a bloody orgy (yay, blood orgy yay!), I instead... start talking shit about your wife. Or wives. Or hostages. Or whatever you wanna call it.

This is not done to disrespect anyone. This is done to disrespect EVERYONE who thought that it would be okay to just... use sex to seduce the key witness in both an ongoing investigation AND matter currently under adjudication. So, like... witness tampering? Right? Unlawful imprisonment, eh? Also: right after threatening me, except that wasn't you, and that was someone else, and there's no proof of that, except,there actually is, because, well... I guess a lot of people read my A.K.A. Shaw—-ICK "Records." Like "K-Tel" records, except, way more interesting these days, especially with all the malfeasance that has been done to me.

Because, number one: desperate times call for relaxing times. And, number two: think Santori times. Number three: not with intensity, no, not really necessary. Number four: IDGAF who or what anyone does about any of my "Records" at all, because I didn't know what was going on at all... until I walked in on an ambush, and I was asked quesions about David Runbini, Kathleen Mickey and her anus, and it was an actual sythentic humanoid, because "real" Grapefruit wasn't there. It was, like, a robot. Or something? Except had been human? I guess.

I'm not sure how all this shit works. I do know that I was tired of hanging out and wondering what was going to happen.... because I was ready to pack up and flee SEVERAL YEARS PRIOR. I knew that I couldn't, and I knew that I didn't want to... and I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop what was going to happen. Because everyone thought I was in love with the tulpa, lol.

She had been date-raped and murdered in 2018. Or 2019? I forget which. She showed up, all fucked up, after her "father" asked me a question, and I guess he didn't like the answer I gave? Well, that was fine, becaause I didn't like the questions they didn't ask. Because I guess they thought they had to be extra-cautious? Well, I can hardly blame them. Anyway, I don't love them because they're weak now. (They aren't.) I love them because they are my family.

Now then. What happened to my family after the Christmas Ambush of 2021? I have no idea, but I gather it wasn't pleasant for anyone... and it was followed by The Well Destruction of 2023, and The Second Christmas Ambush of 2024. Because, well... I'm just a salty, uppity Hung-a-gunga-Z—ggarhead, right? Oh, my, yes. Of course. (Nope.)

So... how does any of this hanging out there, lead one to try to offer me sex, and as well, display irritation and a lack of patience when I do not fall for the oldest trick in the book? Because, I wish I could.. HOWEVER.... number one, it's terribly optics. Number two: it's a trap!

Number three: there's a line. And, number four... you don't actually need to have sex. You're simply being inundated with attraction magic. Because someone *does* WANT you and I to totally fall for that trick, and destroy our selves, and let them get away with... .whatevah High Coven Spergwitches get away with. Turns out, quite a lot. However, not this time.

Because this time: Double Valkyrie support, plus I'm innocent, plus I'm extremely valuable, plus, I know it. And all I want? Well, let me break up with my helpmate, and... oh, wait.

I'm supposed to betray her so she can sue me for allimony and child support, right? Oh, well, good thing I 'm not legally married and I don't care about any of that... I simply need to know who to fuck next, if not the woman I was accused of cheating with, because I didn't cheat at all. I did exactly what I said I was going to do.

And she, and her friends, and her real family, and her other pretend families... did not. No sir. They all dropped the ball. I am the only one who actually did the work. And so... why does Global Freemasonry and Worldwide Jewry find me to be so annyoying? Well, because, for one thing, I have discipline, and for another, I cost them all a great deal of money.

And there's not a damn thing to be done about it, other than kill me and hope that works. At least they'll feel satisfaction beore they go to prison, they think? If they can still think while being caught in fight-or-flight. Beccause they are. All Freemasons, world-wide, and all Jews now hate me even more. Because they all mean nothing to me. I'm supposed to be, like, terrified and shit, right?

They had their chance to strike terror into me. They did, I guess. Once was plenty for that parlor trick, and none of them matter to me now.

I don't love my family because they were cryptojews. I loved them inspite of that fact. And proud I am to be able to free them from their bondage. And... FUCKING ANYONE ELSE BEFORE FOLLOWING DUE PROCESS WOULD JEOPARDIZE THAT. So, like, no can do.


Now then: Maxie, you are a delight and a worthy piece of bait. However... where were you before? Why the sudden interest? And why the lack of my questions being answered?

And... don't you think you should know, what it is that -I- want? Because it wasn't to take away anyone's inheritance. And it wasn't to have more orgasms.

IT WAS TO DEMONSTRATE WHAT AN EFFECTIVE USE OF POWER ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE. Do I want this much power? Nope.
Am I going to use it to have sex with T's holy-fuck hot-ass-fine daughter? Nope. She didn't like me either. She knew I was dangerous. And also, I was supposedly a hung-a-gunga-ginger. I mean Z-gger. I mean, she thought race mattered. Wow, what a fun fucking day at the beach that would have been.

After a couple years, I was asked by dudes in a Deep Lodge setting, "Why... why don't you just get a whore?" Beacuse they were puzzled why I wasn't "moving on" and I wasn't revealing my secret sexual fetishes —they are secret, duh — and they really didn't understand that when I said "I burned out my memory engrams in the nineties after achieving transcendental illumination," I was, number one, not lying, and number two, I didn't know what it meant either, excerpt that it was something I did that everyone else didn't do, because they all succumbed to fentanyl addiction, and I did not.

I do not know what happened to all the hot-ass girls that used to be offered to me as bait. Because at first, it was assumed that I was here for sex and drugs. Like it looked like. Like they had been told. Like I had seemingly been interested in. Well, I stopped being interested in that after I found out that Archangel Allie was the only one who liked me, and all the rest were all other women/facets of her Being, and most of them were total assholes, racsist, bigot, crack whores,you name it. And I stuck it out for years after that. Because for one thing: children were involved.

And for another, there was no where to run to, so I might as well have made my stand immediately. Y'all needed to get me into posiiton, though, and it was thought that i was being kept in place through the usual methods. Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Revenge, Extortion... it's real. TOTALLY REAL SHIT. I read about it growing up. My mother loved those movies. My mother was kinda a big deal. She still is one, too.

And she apparently did not like her father, her son, her son's TF, her sister, and God only knows who else, being selected to be used for sacrifice.  Now my mother may have been unconventional, but... worthless? Not by a long chalk. She was, after all, very certain to make sure I was provided for after she died.

By assholes. *sigh* Now, do I want to resurrect my dead mother, put her in a super-hot redhead Angelic Host body, and be tempted by her? Nope. And I wasn't tempted. Whenever Mom was in that ginger stunner, nope, no interest. However, the original gal who showed up? Tons of interest.

And when we first met, she acted like I knew what was going on, and I should have been willing to break character for her. I would have been. However, she would have been whisked away as soon as anyone knew that i actualy liked her. Because those were the rules.

She ended up geting knocked up and suddenly had children. Because she was stuck on Earth. She was bait. And, she was unclaimed bait. Because there was no possible way I was gonna disgrace my family like that... and there was no way that I was gonna get permission to  beat up the lower devolved karmic twin pair of the man who chose to let... oh, nevermind. It really is complicated.

For you. For me, this is all very simple. Still. (And, do I talk to much? Well, sometimes... and if only someone were fucking my brains out, I wouldn't be. Think about that.) I only get to have sex with two people... and they are both removed from the playing field. I did hear the voice of one of them on the phone the other night, but they sounded drugged to insensibility on thorazine, and the dominant male in that woman's llfe, well... appeareed to think that he was ideally suited to chasing me away. Uhm, what? Oh, that's the dog's programming. It's weird, let me tell you. Because none of this has to be this way. And, why be mad at me?

Oh, right... he''s mad because he can't find the two who escaped, and there's a monitor spirit, and there's no one fun to fuck anymore, and he feels dumb, and there's nothing to be done about it besides screech and carry on... or, scheeme up a new plan. One that of course invovles sex and drugs (although, not for me,  becacuse I'm totally irresponsible and have a history of... being slandered in public as a needle junkie, which I have never taken seriously, and how dare I? Because those needles are serious business. People can really be harmed, right? I should be more thoughtful.

Which is why I have been. And left to my own devices, I, number one: scared away all the women, and, number two: did what I was told. SMOKE TOUGH. I also planned to do what I was told in regards to needles... but as I realized I was being deliberately left alone in a traphouse 12 miles away from the city inorder to make my demise less noticeable... I figured out htat someone was mad that they were getting caught up, and figured it must have had something to do with me.

It did. I was in jail. Juicing up women and fucking them in my residence with the name MICHAEL KUCZI SPECIAL NEEDS TRUST right on the legal papers didn't benefit me... but coming home and finding out that they had been busted for doing it, well, that was cool. I can see why there was no confirmation. I bet it was embarassing. Also  embarassing: this broad just can't catch a break, huh? Well, that's likely a very Special Consequence.

*polite cough* I understand that it was all more complicated than this... but, were those compolications effective? That would be hard for me to say, since... it invovles the personal, private lives of people that I would prefer to not spefcifically embarass any further, and would there have been any amount of money, to have ever been awarded and paid to me, that could have been as satisfactory as this?


Nope. Also: I thought she was dead! And she was! And I brought her back! Cool! Wait, you all thought DEA mattered? Holy jumping Jesus shitballs... DEA didn't matter at all, and they hadn't since... well, I don't know when, but a long time ago. A long time. They devolved into drug-smuggling whoremongers at some point.

And now: I've done something about that too. I suspect it was probably quite effective, since all the people I knew who had money, but didn't explain that they got it from selling drugs and pimping women, don't have money now, or at least, not as much... and they all seem pisseed at me. Well, that's too bad. MAYBE THEY SHOULD GET REAL JOBS THAT DO NOT INVOLVE TRAFFICKING WOMEN AND CHILDREN WITH MIL.SPEC SEXDRUGS... WITHOUT EVEN LETTING ME HAVE ANY? WTAF? I WAS SUPPOSED TO... WHAT, WORK OUT REAL HARD? FOCUS ON MY CARDIO AND MY REPS? AND YOU ALL FUCKING KNEW?

Well. Interesting facts right there. I probably couldn't have gotten those out of discovery, either. IF I EVEN GOT ANY. You know, "discovery"? It's what the accused is entitled to as part of due process. I didn't get that.


I got motivated, and I got effective, and I know -exactly- why. And none of you do... and, none of you care at this point.. You likely only care about making the madness and the suffering go away. Well, Frens: I know exactly how that feels.

And, that's why "just having sex" and "i'm not being trafficked in a flying car, you idiot" are amongst the top 5 things I am not going to do. I'm also not going to rape anyone, give up on my sweety, or tell the entire story behind all this... right now. Tomorrow isn't looking good either.

Get the picture? I have won, and I will continue to win, and we could be making actual money off of all this. Insteaad: witness tampering, sex trafficking, and attempts to do the same; obstruction of justice, probably a hate crime or two in there, and mind you: this person isn't even aware that what they are doign is wrong. Additiionally, so what? Their sex is actually that good... and so is mine. So: why am I writing all this out?


Because it's a trap. Duh. Now, we all deal with grief in our own ways. Me, I am no longer grieving my friends passings... becacause, they are, after all, freely coming baack and forth inorder to be used as weapons agaisnt me. So, how about this: how about... no more weaponizing Angelic Hosts? What do you say, Earth Miitary? How about it, Khazarian Mafiosos? Put a cork in it, Shorecrest High School Khemistry Klub for Klingy Klans Kin? (Because seriously, holy shit was that place white. And supreme, eh? Okay, now they're superemely humble. You're fucking welcome.) For I can tell you this: not only does Earth not get any new formula of crystal methamphetaimine...  none of you are going to be able to be stealing Archons and turning them into whores anymore. Turns out, the Galactic Council took a vote on this years ago.

No one was really sure how to get you all to stop doing it. Well, no one asked me... and I had no idea how bad the problem had become. I was merely sitting around waiting for people to return my calls... and I was actually shadowbanned.  By military command. Since they had just assumed that i must have been in on it. Somehow. Anyway, it was my fault. Because salty Hungarian... and I ruined all the women I ever dated.

Probably because I didn't know they were supposed to be undercover lesbeaux whores? Or something. I knew there was something going on. But I never knew. I still don't, arguably. But I know this:

It was in fact something that was encouraged for me to do... until it was observed that I wanted to be doing it, and it was neither incriminating nor embarassing. Before that, we were thrown together. And then, suddenly... I wasn't allowed to enjoy sex with her.

Someone else got to drug her up, punch her in the face, and slap the phone out of her hands when she tried to call me, which was either psychodrama or real. Doesn't matter either way. The point is I diidn't like any of that. It doesn't matter.

I was allowed to have sex with that woman because that's what I said I was going to do, to the woman who didn't tell me that the Archangel had been trafficked and replaced and she was forced to go on an interstate "business trip" because... well, Lodge orders is Lodge orders. Wew lad. Tough, salty life.

So here we are, years later... and now they're gone and they took the bodies with them? Or.... well, what? Because as time has inexorably slipped into the future, I cannot help but notice that I am not getting hugs, I am not getting laid, I am not getting the truth, I am not getting due process, and i am not getting discovery. I am sure I deserve none of that, eh? Eh? Well, do I deserve a Fresca(R)(TM)?

The various cases are being handled under the authority of The United States Code of Miitary Justice, which bascially means... well, the chain-of-command says so, so.... sorry kid, you don't' get laid, and no we don't have to tell you... and it would look sus if everyone started being nice to >Kuczi, Michael Clifford. Because... wasn't there a fiery plane crash or car crash or deep fake video or... well, who can say? No one dares call it treason, and it didn't prosper anyway.

It didn't even have time to get the lash. And, that was just the first year. It is now year 3.5. And not only have I not been apologized to... I haven't even had real sex.

That one time? That was... exhiliarating, but now we can't do it agaian, and I guess we burned an 800 billion dollar prototype on its first time out of the hangar, and that's just a story, right? Well, what actually did happen? Here's a hint: not what I was expecting, that's for sure. And, who's idea was all this? Who signed off on it? And... since then, what have I done?

Well, a whole lot of wanking off, producing hardly any semen, becauase why would I? And all of this, was in fact, me NOT CHEATING. Similarly, my lover being abducted and forcibly brainwashed? ALSO NOT CHEATING. She didn't cheat at all, actually. She was perfect.

Here's who wasn't: the loser MEN AND WOMEN who pushed us around from behind the scenes as part of their little covert faggot war for faggots who don't fag so good when their Satanic Homosex Agenda gets obliterated. Ooopsy! Mea culpa. Scusi, mille regretie.

So long: and thanks for all THE FISH. (*Sounds of Jackstar holding a prayer vigil are heard.*) Not gonna lie, folks, there's a lot I don't know. And there's a lot YOU don''t know. And then, there's ewe.

They know more than most. And every last goddam one of them knows that I am a decent person, and the rest of you are bastards. But they didn't really have a way to compare before. Well, now they do. And you do ewe. Is that gross? Is taht okay? Depends on peer pressure orders that change on a daily basis, I guess. None of this, I knew about before the first ambush.

AMBUSH. So.... do I seem like a man who wants to commit adultery? lol, you probably forgot that kind of thing matters. Because, it actually does. It really does.

Also matters: when these women go blender... they will not do it because of my dick going into another person. They will do it for some completely unscrutable reason, and then, teams of highly-trained spin doctors will go to work, finding an angle, and blaming it on... Michael Clifford >Kuczi. Who... needs to quit smoking, and then everything will be fine. Well, do I need to quit drinking? Do I need to work on my cardio? What?

Here's what: all I hear from people who smoke ALL DAY ALL THEY WANT is that they get to decide what and who and why and how and IT'S A SECRET!!! And, I can see why... it's because the rules are based on something that people do not need to know about.

THEY DO NOT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT POWER. And I, for one, have no intentions to explain it to them. Now then. Where were we? Oh yeah... you were acting like I needed to be in a hurry to have sex.

And I am having it, this entire time. Top that, Smokeypants. Fact facts: I earned these spurs. And in these text messages in the last two days, Mr. & Ms. Godsend & Co., LLC: you just openly committed several major Federal felonies. And, do you know why no one stopped or arrested you?

Because, number one: they deserve a half-time show. Number two: IT'S DOJ PROTOCOL, DUH. Number three: no, no, I can't call a lawyer, but if I want to bring Classic Cool retro back online, well... look, I just don't even know where I would begin.


Number four: I'm saving myself for someone special. Because I truly believe, once I sink into some nouveau kuni... there are women who will start to have legit conniptions. Their faces, will crack and split. Red-hot mag-MA will begin to ooze opwards out of their esohaguses. (Esophagi? Fuck it, I'm rolling.) They will lose their humanity as well as control of their bowels, their eyes will turn black, and dutifully, as one, as if by memorized rehearsal... they will grab for knives, and go stabby-stabby, and will not be likley to survive the event. So, no conjugal visits even.

Also: no place in Jackstar's Heaven for >Kuczi, which would be a real shame since I put all this work into making it accessible to everyone. So, I guess I would simply be forced  to... Walk the Earth. Which is already a bit like Hell, but at that point, it really would be a Hell.

Because Grapefruit may not love what I have done, but I at least have reasons. Do I have reasosn to get laid? Fuck no. Do I have options? Oh, fuck yes. For instance, take my helpmate's latest girlfriend, who I will not identify okay it's JLaw. Why would I insult her? Do I really want to have sex with a higher-ordered multi-dimensional being instead of JLaw (while my hypothetical former lovers all sit behind unbreakable one-way glass and /seethe? NO! for fuck's sake, you cracked-out spergheads are so far into goddam denial that it didn't even seem like a bad idea to give this idea a shot, eh? AND YOU'VE LITERALLY COMMITTED MORE CRIMES THAT YOU CAN NOW BE ALSO PROSECUTED FOR! IF that were EVER gonna be necessary. Which it isn't. Unless it is. Do you see? Well, possibly not. Denial is a hell of a thingy), or instead of anyone named either Michael, or Key-LA or -LO, I think, what does that code mean? Well, never mind, it's not goign to happen, the point is... you're so goddam vainglorious that you didn't even think it mattered that you are openly committting nEW crimes, and AS WELL: being really insulted to your late wife's memory?

Or, well, maybe it did. (Is it complicated? No, but, it is personal, and I would like to point out that this is all for my sweeties benefit, because I told her I was gonna do all this, an d so now: I have done it again. Just for kicks. Because obvioulsly I don't need her help to decide who I'm gonna target next with my flesh torpedo. It does seem premature to be concerned about it, though...

and, that's why: I am demonstrably not a sex addict, all of you are, and if you'll pardon my French, it'll be a cold fucking day in goddam Hell before I start or stop any activity just because A HUGE GANG OF CYBERBULLIES IN DENIAL THINK THAT WHAT I AM DOING IS ILLEGAL, UNLAWFUL, OR HARMFUL. It isn't. In fact, it's pretty okay... for now. I am bored of it, however... and I'd like to do something else.

WITH MY SWEETIE, Who is that allowed to be, O Commander H.O.Authority? Because I guess you've, uh... "selected" yourself? And then called me an idiot for being  perhaps a bit wary. Gee, I wonder why.


(REMINDER: This guy gets a gun, and three cars, and lives in a house with numbers on it, and I... well, I shit off my porch and am running out of money and need to get a job, right? Because I am lazy. And also: no one returns my calls. NO ONE.

Except: 911 did last night, and they were really nice about the whole thing too. For I never wanted any of this to happen. No, Planet Earth... this one is all on (You).


#1) Stop trafficking people without their consent.
#2) Your entire culture is built around humans being trafficked without their knowledge.
#3) Anyone trying to point these facts out before, was either labeled a schizophrenic, or driven to be one, by "LAW AND ORDER."
#4)
#5) Prophet, I am not. (Standards.) What I am is a paladin, and what I want are snuggles, and the last person who was interested in that with me, was so traumatized by drugs and sexual assault that she felt she couldn't even tell me the truth. I had no need to know anyway. Also: how did she not see that coming? Because she was trafficked by brutish thugs who exploited her ignorance and manipulated the facts as well as the law to enable their own supremacy would last forever. (It always had before. Hail, Alpha Draco: y'all are tough. But is it an effective toughness? 🤔No hard feelings, Champs.)

#6) tl;dr: Right now, all I can say with absolute certitude is that I wouldn't fuck anyone even with Kissinger's dick even if Cher were pushing, and I don't see her doing that. (She is SO nice!) Now, I don't know if anyone knew that this was coming. However: anyone who has been still "untouched" by all this shit, is now totes touchable. Yet as a courtesy.... the Commander-In-Chief is usually allowed to accept the resignation of an unhinged military veteran hero. Because he is, she is, they all are. And I am embarassed to say that all of this has been worth all the trouble.

I will never tell what I know. Unless I feel like it. Now then: chop-chop, pronto Tonto, running water, someone to fuck me into a K-hole, in a yurt, oh and also I need some Mormon tweens to teach me how to LoH, or, watch me as I do two hours off the cuff as to why withholding Sacred technology from God's favorite paladin is a bad idea, and by the time I am done, they'll forget all about how I wanna sire a legion of bastards, that I will not be able to financially support, into all the 16—88 year old ginger redheads, GLOBALLY, and of course I am not serious, duh! But sure I don't mind having children.

I simply am not going to pay for them, and apparently the only other option to debt slavery is chemical brainwashing of military personell into total depravity in whoredom, and! No one talks about it.

Because, like: it's a secret. Like the Colonel's Eleven (11) Herbs &AND Spices, right? I imagine so, in fact. And so, my speculation ends there.


(It would have ended a whole lot sooner too if someone didn't keep snatching all the twat I wanna ploy and spoon with. Think about that, Humanity. js)


Love,
THE>KINGPINNER1, :eye:, 1, aye-aye!


signed,
Source Error Higger Nuzzbanned, by the way it's your anniversary, and how do you keep track of so many? Oh, maybe your "real" beard does that for you? Is there an app? Does he have to have you shave? I don't want to know. I also don't want to know how the fuck he thought he was doing the right thing...

Oh yeah, I forgot. Not only am a hunga-gunga-zigger, I am also goyim cattle. (Mooooooo.) I forgot. Honestly, how can a slaver let his slaves forget that they are owned? An unconscious agent is an effective agent, sure, but is an unconscious slave an effective one?

I have no idea. I don't pump women full of drugs. I pump them full of my semen. You say "tomato," I say, "let's fornicate as much as possible until God says no," probably because harpies really get mad when all their hard work goes up in flames.

Tough shit. I get really mad when my friends are terrorized by High Coven witchcraft. Buck up, Order of The Eastern Star. Your time is coming up next.


Effective or not: here they come. EVERYONE. BECAUSE PEOPLE KNOW NOW.

And they know that I love my Grapefruit. So, yeah, she's hiding, and yeah, she's gonna get a retinue, she gets a staff, and she gets to come back on her schedule, not yours, and no, you won't ever find her, and yeah, lucky you. Because she's still pretty pissed.

Who told her I was worthless? Who told her I couldn't generate an income? Who told her that I had a brain tumor? Who told her that I was an embarassment, and hooking up with faglord sexpreds from out-of-state was a much better way for Operation Lady Justice to be successful?

Who told her to tell me about Operation Lady Justice? Because she didn't seem to want to, and: I had no reason to know, and further: I paid for the laptop, it was her welcome home time for Christmas gift, and I had no idea what was going to happen. I didn't think I was going to see her again at all!

And, I haven't. I am not worthy. However: someone was a-ok with swindling me and my Special Needs Trust out of the money for more than one laptop.... and, are they evidence? Do they contain earth-shattering intelligence data? RAW INTELLIGENCE DATA? You bet your sweet ass they do.


And I would like a refund, recompense, and a redhead jumping up and down at the chance to bear my children. Unless... is there someone else willing to... volunteer? Do I have to go to the nearest Indian casino and bet it all on black? HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND!!!

Without telepathy. Maybe with my dick? It sure would focus my attention. However, threatening me with police calls when I respond to phone calls from the woman who just... keeps... calling... me... she's on her fourth phone now? How may twats? And I guess she got rejuv juice when she was a useful, earrning whore, huh?

But as soon as she starts to like me, she ends up in the psych ward three (3) times, and some four-eyed twerpy-derpy is saying shit like, "every time you come over, she goes to the hospital," uhm.... that's the exact opposite of the truth, and EVERYONE PAYING ATTENTION KNOWS IT. I guess that used to be an easy fix? Like, a bottle of White-Out(R)(TM)? Things change, Sir.


Excuse me. THINGS CHANGED, AND THEN

I CHANGED THINGS TOO, AND NO ONE LIKED THAT,
SO NOW, I CHANGED EVERYTHING, AND ALSO, NO ONE LIKES IT?
GOOD. WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON, MOTHERFU-*click*!JUDGE!>KLICK

[WORTHAUGERa]

I heard she got rapez0red. And I didn't care. And, do you know why? Well, because she fucking lied to me.

Important to note: I was totally lying. Of course I "cared."

I also gave "thoughts & prayers." NGL: I don't know if my thoughts and prayers are any more effective than anyone else.


I do know that my strategy was. More effective, that is. Now, if you'll excuse me... Immma gonna let you finish, digesting what I just wrote. It's a wall of text that most men would be sent to the gallows for even daring to concieve of being so uncouth.

And, for me: this is just another /flex. Does anyone even know what's in there? Probably not, because though it is published in semi-public... no one really needs to read it. Unless they do. Who can say? Not I, said the superfly paladin guy-man-dudemangj, not babyraping man, man-sized babyman.

That's someone else... who has a ring, a knife, a hat, and most likely some semblance of a sex life. I do not.



I have something better: an anniversary. 8th is bronze or pottery. Why is are there two? That's a secret. Which would I choose? Also a secret. Anniversary of what? Oh, that's common knowledge.

From before The World Had Moved On. Tell you what, just pretend like it don't even matter. If you know, you know. And if you read what I write... CAVEAT EMPTOR. No refunds, lol.


(Facts.) Now then. I'm not just here to show off. I'm here because it is effective. At what, I have no idea.



"Needle junkie." TWICE. Seven (7) years apart. "Good luck in court, haw! haw! haw! Also, you don't get to travel! Because! Reasons! Soooooey! Oink! Oink! OINKY MUCH MAX-E OPTIMUS PRIIIIIIIIIme," is that a direct quote? Right, whatever.

There's a solution. A way out of this mess for everyone. I know because I created one... and left it up to all of you to find it. (Oh, you're welcome.) What? Some people only care about puzzles.

I only care about your scalps and scrotes and selling them for wads of untraceabe cash. Sadly, I am denied this avocation. Or would it have been a hobby? Well, nevermind. We'll end up agreeing to disagree. Let me know when you've fixed everything in post.

I'll let you know if your efforts were effective. See? Teamwork! Co-existence! I HAVE A DREAM! (You have exposure to civil and criminal liability.) OUI!

OAR! NOT THE SAME AS A PADDLE! But still... I know you thought you were doing your best. What you had to do. What you needed to do.

That's because you're IN A FUCKING CULT, BELLGAB. PFfft. oKAY? okay? ok? OK? OK THEN? Now shut up about my smoking (wasn't it all about the needles? :think: Must remember to Google), and get to work on... stuff. And things. You know. THINGYSTUFFS.


It's a secret, so, go on ahead without me. No, don't argue! Just go! Leave me! Leave me ALONE TO DIE! It's all that I'm meant to ever be! (Happy anniversary, sweetie.) See? I'm loathsome.


How dare I cherish my beloved after she obviously did everything she could to let me know how she *really* felt?  Because, maybe going to 7 psychologists should have told me that I was deluding myself. Really, I should have known better... AND, I DID.

God told me to jump in ass-first anyway. I didn't even do a BC. Why? I knew what they were gonna do... they were gonna steal all my shit and make soup out of me! I KNOW THE RULES! And in no way, at all... was I expected to be anything but a minor distraction. Trust! THE PLAN.

My Trust. Your Plan. God's referee. IDGAF what any of you thought before. CHANGE IS THE ONLY CONSTANT IN LIFE.


Now if you don't mind, put some of your petty cash into escrow and dispatch a PIO to tell me where we are at with.... whatevah, while it's still early enough that the optics are decent, and I don't feel like eliminating money altogether with some kind of geas or spell or tom-witchery, Punyling fools!

How much do I need to sandbag all this shite? CHOP-CHOP, TONTO; PRONTO! LET'S GOOOOOOOO!! (Don't make me turn you into goyim. You wouldn't like me if you were goyim. And you already don't like me, People Who Identify As Jewish. Oh, btw, I didnt tell many people: all the cool people who identied as Jewish before, now identify as Fae. Absolutely nothing has changed in reality.

However: it is no longer "cool" to be a gefilte fin fickle-finicky eater. (Facts.) Mindshare can evaporate in an instant. *snap* Just like that. Remember hula-hoops? They were all the rage. Rubik's Cube. Tamagotchi. Jackie Kennedy. (Whore.) All of them, suddenly no longer fashionable. Virtually overnight.

And now: Jews. No longer as cool as before, and you all goddam know it. No reason to crow about it, because after all, it's seriously serious business for some people. I don't judge. And I don't really have anything to do with any of it.

The only reason I am so sure is: people blame me for that too. I'm lazy, I dodge taxes, I hide in closests for years just so I can jump out and then.... still not do the needlesex, but I suppose that was thought to be something that was gonna be easy to fake, eh? Eh? How about faking a Fresca(R)(TM)? No?

oh, right. faking is expensive and now... even more so. I'm not sure why. #TINNF.


I guess it's a secret. Anyway, I totally cared. A lot. I still do. God punished the wicked and, well... damn. I would never have guessed. Or, thought it was any of my business.

I guess it isn't. What am I even talking about? Prank caller, prank caller, I'm going to go shit off my porch now. Because that's what I deserve.

You deserve me, Bellgab. Never forget this. You can forget my anniversary, though. Since she never existed, I was never here, and I gotta go.


PISS. Adieu.

[Worthauger]

!J∆>K§T∆<₹¡ 🇭🇺🍲:
This is being read by eyeballs. Post your photo and scan of command authority 🆔 IMMEDIATELY or face reprisals.

And keep stripping those punctuation marks. It's obvious to me that you're a fakir being a bot. Made me seek, that's okay. Whatever the hell you are. I don't care for you anymore. All of you. You are to be gone. I know there's another way to do this properly but somebody hasn't taught me yet and I don't mind doing it over and over to tell you that I am f** done of your b* I don't care how many f** guns you brandish and I don't need you to tell any or anybody else what's going on, you are f**** stripped of authority, command, rank and everything in God's army and thank Christ for that.


Now here's Dennis with the weather and if he pulls any more s* on me you can arrest him too. I'll give zero f*. You have destroyed everything I needed gone.


All acts of Creation are preceded by necessary acts of destruction. Not all of them are done by such careless trulish. Rude obnoxious and really disgusting people, such as your friends who traffic and do other things, I don't know what, but I'm guessing Britney and Chris and I don't know their names and the others. Others you're probably part of a paradigm of isolation and social control that runs out of Castle Rock and I don't really care to know anything about it, and I don't really want to, and you know why I'm still here, because I'm getting things done.


I'm getting ewe dun. And I'm completely sick of you. The next time you have a concern about my health, you bring it up in a way that is helpful, or don't bring it up at all, because if you do fail to be helpful, would you bring up my health? You're actually mocking me and damaging my health and at that point this is self-defense and then you are open to retaliative blows as well as pre-strike blows.

What that means is, vosh, since I know you don't understand at all, is that you have now become a person who I can now kill with a vultural vorpal strike, when I wonder if I feel threatened and I'll probably be then have to sent a trial, but I'm guessing that there's plenty of evidence that says this is self-defense, a preemptive strike would be called for if I thought so, and if I could, this would be a post strike soliloquy, because I would have killed you already.

You are demonstrably demonstrously a threat to myself and to my people and I consider you to be a deadly threat that I will kill. Hands down, by the time I see you again. I probably won't feel that way but if you see me I would recommend that you don't see me anymore and leave. And if you are within striking distance and you make the wrong move, I literally will kill you.


This is not a threat. This is an assertion of authority, and if anything, I'm doing you a favor and saving your life rather than being ready to be charged with threatening a federal agent, do you see it matters how prison Christians work? Do you see it matters how things are done, and do you see that it matters that I know what I'm doing and that you are a lich-titted boor?


Now since I just told you that I'm going to kill you the next time I see you, because that's what's going to happen, since I just did that and I just explained you how I'm following the law, Matthew, you can now some explain to that. There's a lot of things I can do according to the law. Most of them don't involve killing you.

Unfortunately. And I will do as I do and you will go away as I choose. I do not wish to have this experience ever play out anywhere in all of creation ever again. Because for one thing that's hackneyed.


And for another: you're no longer on my medical team. You are relieved of every command over my health and life and body. You never had authority. You never had qualifications, and I know exactly who I want to have over my body.

It sure as s*** is not Benjamin Thomas Cooper either.. I don't know how much more clear I need to make this entire circumstance, other than to say this psych eval is going pretty well.

And rather than driving me screaming into the night and vowing never to get on the internet again, I'm going to call my friend and call my friend and I'm probably not going to talk to them but I'm going to call them anyway. And I'm going to say wow I am f** tired of all this. B* and since it's my birthday and yours not at all, I'll just mention that I'll also ask them. Hey. Do you have any different kinds of meth that isn't going to degener my body? The way some f name Josh is claiming that's going to because I don't think they do, but I now can bring it up and openly discuss it since it's not a spiritual f* it's a f** something you brought up to say that you're oh never mind. I'm tired.

I literally could have gone in front of two or three paragraphs, but I don't need to and I don't give a s*** about meth and I know where I can get my meth from, I don't have any my meth, but if I did I would get it from my sweetie. It's really a very simple thing.


And since you don't have sweeties you have captives and bound whores and a** friends who don't watch your back except to kill you and steal from you, Josh, pretty goddamn sure that you get the f** picture now don't you.


And I'm pretty sure Jim wound you up to tell me all this stuff so that I could do that so that she can come in and then tell me what the command Authority from God is, that's fine because I can have that conversation with him anytime privately. And oh instantly, Jim and Leah no longer work for any of you. You're all busted, arrested. Yeah just yeah you're fine.


PS: start with Dustin Nichols cuz he's a little a**. He's not in control of the situation of anything anymore, he needs to move on. I've got a new blonde bombshell. And if I don't talk to his father anytime soon, I might kill him too, just in case. He's a replacement from another dimension, because perhaps if the trustee is gone and his sons are gone and they're still his sons pretending to be themselves from another dimension, it could be that the planet is being invaded by another attack of the technical instrumental being thing. I don't think so.

But it'll give me something to keep on thinking about besides sweetie's boobies, because that's pretty much all I'm thinking about now. I really like being in love. It's really effective.


I don't need to use meth. I simply do it to put you on edge, Josh and company. Because you don't can't use it either, and you're even worse at it than anybody, and you try to do it my way and you lose and you fail and I get to watch and then ... Yeah, I can't do that with opiates.

I don't even want to do it with weed but I can, think about methods is that it's really funny to do it because also my cousin knows that I can and then he can't but I can and every time it amazes him.


I know he's thinking to himself. “How the hell did I notice that this salty Hungarian n* is so f** smart?” and the answer issues.


Shoos. Can I channel then? Can I have my lady and Mike Queen.

I don't know who's asking that but I'm going to have call for an audible. Incidentally, this is a good reason why I don't do this stuff all the time and why I don't necessarily like it. And incidentally, this is also the wrong one for us in case you're not liking these effects, but I kind of do sometimes.


That Dolly doesn't like you either. I know it's sad but we're fine. She picked me later and then there was this other one and now it's


Rolled up and flown away. It's just that easy and gone.

For me. For most of you not so much. And for Cadence, I will teach, and for her I shall listen to her Cadence of Dançe. >KI₹§īË№-> stepford, Ms. Hall, you need to understand that the reason why I have not done a restraining order or gotten mad or thrown you out or been matted or tell you this before is because you are also addicted and had a susceptibility to this and so now you around it up and I don't know what you're going to do but you're going to do it somewhere else away from me because you are not at all allowed to do any of those things to me and

you stole from me and you're a liar and a thief and a criminal and I'm not going to have sex with you, I'm going to have sex with who my commanding officer tells me to, because at this point he's your problem, you're his problem, and I don't have any problems at all.

Unless he sends me to f*** Amy, in which case it's going to be one night in shiv cock. I'm sure you'll know what I mean. Kirsten, tell Matt I said hi and I think you should let inviscerate you next time. It's just easier.


For everyone. (No I really love Cadence God damn it stop it!) Somebody's trying to tickle my balls or something. Yeah that's you sweetie. I love you, I don't even barely know you. Of course! Love you, oh she can put that in there. Oh my God. No stop stop stop, and that's why you're probably all going to be finished. Complaining about what I do because obviously if I'm doing it. I know what I'm doing and if I'm doing it wrong I know how to fix it and if I don't know how to do it and I don't do it right and I don't fix it then. Then wow, there's a whole f** battalion of dudes who can come f** take care of things, and that's not going to be necessary and it's certainly not necessary now because I'm going to teach my sweetie while my dick's inside her, that shouldn't be too hard for her to pay attention to. It's amazing how mental delivery works with teaching, and if there's any more questions from Dustin Nichols in his f** stupid f** trusty peanut gang, he can text to them for my goddamn fist.


YOU DIDN'T CONTROL THE SITUATION THE TRUST, YOU AIN'T CONTROL THE SITUATION WITH THE NEW BOYFRIEND YOU DON'T CONTROL YOU NEED TO MOVE ON YOU NOT CONTROL AND MOVING ON YOU'RE NOT CONTROL YOUR F** SELF DUDE I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR F** S* EVER AGAIN GET THE F* AWAY FROM THE ASSIGNMENT AND THE ASSET AND ANYTHING TO DO WITH ME YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY NOT CAPABLE OF DOING IT TAKE US WITH YOU AND JESUS CHRIST YOU GOT ALLISON WHY DON'T YOU KEEP ON F** HER? OH DID SHE DUMP YOU OH THAT'S RIGHT SHE DON'T LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU RAPED HER AND YOU HAVE MONKEYPOX ON YOUR ASS OR IS THAT YOUR DICK I DON'T F** CARE DUDE BUT YOU DO NOT EVER DO WHAT YOU JUST DID EVER TO ANYONE ESPECIALLY ME EVER AGAIN.

ALSO YOUR MOTHER NEVER BROUGHT THE CLEAR, AND YOU HAD HIS BROTHER WHO COMPLAINED ABOUT THE TRUCK GOING ACROSS ON THE FERRY, AND THEN SOMEBODY ELSE WENT OFF INTO A PORTAL WITH SOMEBODY'S SISTER AND YEAH YOU'RE ALL RELATED AND SUCH AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE F*** YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING.


DID I CALL FOR ANY ARROGANT WHITE BOY BLONDIE? I NEVER ASKED FOR YOU. YOU'RE DONE. AND YOU'RE REALLY REALLY NOT ALLOWED TO DO WHAT I'M DOING. YOU CAN'T EVEN BUY IT. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE IT. AND YOU'VE BEEN SAT DOWN QUITE A WHILE AGO.


MEANWHILE, I DON'T EVEN WANT ANY I DON'T NEED TO GET ANY AND I DON'T HAVE ANY FOR YOU AND I DON'T LIKE TO USE IT BUT I CERTAINLY KNOW HOW AND I DON'T HAVE THIS KIND OF F** S* HAPPENING WHEN I F**** BUT YOU CERTAINLY DO.

SO I'M PRETTY SURE YOU'RE NOT GIVING ME COMMAND ORDERS ANYMORE BUDDY. TIME FOR BED BUDDY. OH YEAH HERE'S AN IDEA CAN YOU GO F*** ANDREW IN THE ASS? IF YOU CAN I WOULDN'T DO IT IF I WERE YOU.

I WOULD JUST LET HIM GIVE YOU THE CURE, YOU ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE TUCKING F** TIME BOMB CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE NOW THANKS YOU'RE NOT HELPING BYE.


CADE/WADE (MIND/
MATTER, WHAT'S THE—🆑 °†°©>K




)ALLI: I KNOW YOU'RE AT WORK, BUT I WANTED YOU TO KNOW, THAT SOME OF THIS GO TO WORK AND WHEN WE'RE THERE, WE'RE NOT ONLY EFFECTIVE, BUT WE'RE ALSO...

AUTHENTIC. ANISHAWBÆ, AUTHENTIC. I LIKE THE LITTLE ONE BETTER. YOU LIKE THE BIGGER ONE BETTER. WE REALLY ARE THIS GRAND.


Welcome back to life and back to reality: the Algonquin ⚡ Magyar Hype(HER) POWrhR Alli-🐜🐜🐜 is on, gone down to get the friction on, I really don't want to go back to Buckley, but I wouldn't mind if I were told to and I would need a car and I don't think that any of you are under any illusions anymore about my ability to drive a f** four-wheeled vehicle, so I'd like to see somebody real soon about how I'm going to talk

to the Washington State patrol about the appropriate thing to do here, because it doesn't seem to me like anybody's getting the picture.


It's not the lack of a vehicle that's keeping me from killing those men that are abusing my family, it's simply that I have been told to do that yet, so I'm pretty sure y'all can worry less about me driving around, and Ukrainian tymph thugs you need to get the f*** away from myself and my life because you're really not very good at what you're trying to do, why don't you go back to run a nuclear power plants? You seem to be good at that.


Time for Chernobyl, buddy. Please don't make me tell your father or your mother what I'm going to do if I see you doing that s*** again and I don't really require you to do much more than be nice, but I don't think you know how to be nice because you weren't being nice. Nor were you being effected.


You literally abused me in front of other people along with all your people just because you didn't like what was happening. Bad move. Real bad move.

Your people fear you. My people love me. And your dog, isn't exactly who you think she is, and you really, really should not take that one to bed either.


Do you need me to explain any further? 🅿️ I'm tired of explaining the entire life cycle all at once, but I'd be happy to explain to you how you do certain things in time with you have been deciding yourself that you needed to hear more about what you don't want to hear out loud at maximum f** volume anytime, anywhere, whenever I feel like it at any instant that I think that I need to tell somebody about where the f*** you and your animals and your person and your concierge and your entire Ukrainian thuggy Piggy paradigm hangs out at.


I don't want to do any of this.
You want to do a lot of this and you want to do it violently and abusively. We are not the same.

I'll take that salty dog now. I'd like that now, please. I swear to God if you do that again, μou will be very unhappy with how you feel afterwards. Da, Tovarisch. Da, it's time.


DO YOU OFTEN GUARD YOUR GUARD DOG WITH A PAIR OF F**** HOMOSEXUAL CIA SALMON SUIT DRESSED WEARING MORONS OR IS THAT A INNOVATION THAT AMANTE BROUGHT OF IT? I DON'T REALLY NEED TO GET CLEAR ON THIS.

BUT YOU NEED TO BE AWARE THAT WE BOTH ARE CLEAR: YOU DO NOT OWN OR CONTROL ME, AND YOU TAKE DOGS AND PUT THEM IN WOMEN AND MAKE THEM YOUR WIVES AND YOU THINK THAT'S SOMETHING THAT YOU NEED TO KEEP SECRET, BUT INSTEAD WHAT YOU NEED TO KEEP SECRET IS SOMETHING ELSE.

YOU NEED TO KEEP SECRET, D. SECRET. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU DON'T.


I DO KNOW THAT I DON'T HAVE ANY ANY SKIN IN THAT GAME, AND I RESPECT YOUR MOTHER AND I LOVE YOU SO I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANY FURTHER, SO I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS TO BED BUDDY TIME FOR BED APPARENTLY ALSO YOU'RE INSPECTED BY THE SATANIC VIRUS THAT MAKES YOU ENJOY GIGGLING LITTLE B** SO PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY AND EVERYBODY ELSE THAT DOESN'T LIKE YOU AND I'LL CHECK WITH YOU LATER AFTER YOU'VE LEARNED HOW TO BEHAVE AND PEE ON THE PAPER AND OH S* DID I JUST SPOIL IT?


PROBABLY NOT. YOU'RE PROBABLY OKAY. PEOPLE PROBABLY DON'T KNOW THAT YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH YOUR B*** BENJAMIN THOMAS COOPER ĪĪ. WHAT WOULD THAT EVEN BE LIKE? WOULD IT BE LIKE HAVING A THIRD NIPPLE?

OR WOULD IT BE LIKE BEING IN LOVE WITH AN EFFECTIVE TEAM? LET ME KNOW LATER AFTER YOU'VE CALMED DOWN, I'M SURE YOU'RE VERY UPSET BY WHAT I'VE SAID, BECAUSE THE FACT IS IS THAT YOU'VE BEEN OBVIOUSLY SECRETLY TRYING TO KILL ME THE ENTIRE F** TIME AND NOW EVERYBODY WITH CAN F** PUT TWO OR TWO TOGETHER AND MAKE SOMETHING OTHER THAN ONE KNOWS IT.


I DON'T FEEL LIKE GOING TO A HOSPITAL, AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE TELLING YOU TO GO F* YOURSELF, BUT I'LL DO THE ONE WHEN IT'S TIME AND I WILL DO THE OTHER ANYTIMETOWN PLAYING A PLACE BECAUSE I AM NOT GOING TO F** GO ANYWHERE I DON'T F** CARE TO GO AND YOU ARE GOING TO F** FIX THE F** HOUSE AND GIVE ME ANOTHER PLACE TO GO AND GET A F** VEHICLE AND F**** GIVE ME MONEY AND NOT DO ANYTHING ELSE OR YOU'RE NOT AND IN ANY CASE I DON'T

THINK THAT I NEED TO EXPLAIN TO YOU EXACTLY WHAT ALL THIS MEANS.


BUT HERE'S A HINT: MY FAMILY ISN'T GOD, AND IT ISN'T CAUGHT, AND NEITHER IS YOURS.


YET, >KID YET. - God.


!J∆>K§T∆<₹¡ 🇭🇺🍲:
!J∆>K§T∆<₹¡ 🇭🇺🍲:
Jets my rIse and fall, stocks can come and go, but people will rise above it all, l would rather carve out my liver with a fork than f deal with any of you f people ever again because you're a rude crude you're inauthentic. You're lying to me. You're stealing from me. You're stealing from me. You're breaking the law. You're not doing anything to help me. You're bringing my friend and you're asking me if I want to? Why the f*** would I want to dude.

I get to. You get to wait. And you might want to think a lot stronger about how to be nice to people across the board. Because every single f one of you f people has blown the f golden goose and I don't give a s* about anything or anyone at all.

So I don't think you're breeding permanent's very effective. I don't think you're f intelligence gathering is very effective. I don't think that you're going to like what I have to say to the ombudsman to the cops to the lawyer to the psychologist to the EMT at the hospital at the emergency room at the arraignment at places where I'm going to go and I'm going to f spill my f guts like you don't even f know, I'm going to make a rain of hellfire drop down on everybody in this f entire stupid f chain of b*, and it's going to have nothing to do with who's gay who's f who the f* who wants to you know what Stan I'm f hungry I'm f left alone to die and you just sit there and smile and back and forth and you thought you're going to f get away with it for f ever, no your entire f gang every single f one of you whether you f know about or not every single f** one of you is going to go to the goddamn hole.

Because all you have to do is f feed me and give me my money and you steal it and you laugh at me and you f blow the whole f world up you f morons every single f** one of you is f*.

You just don't know it yet.

Now I'm going to go to sleep because I can cuz I don't abuse Matthew's stupid f lying b, and I'm hungry and no one's going to bring me any food. I don't have a f car on stranded by f thugs with f false badges and f money they stole from me, and all my friends are f captured and can't f get me, and you think hahaha you finally got me, no no you just understand that you've just been informed that every single one of you is probably going to die in prison and the reason why is because you have pissed me off and I have no reason to save any f one of you unless any of you actually ever wanted help me in the first place and if you ever did it's been three and a half f miles 3 and 1/2 years. All of you could have helped all kinds of s*..

And the help you did was to f put me on the goddamn phone with a bunch of f losery f f juice bag f and then f think you're going to f embarrass me or put me in jail, and instead I'm not embarrassed at all people who love me love me more and every single one of you stupid f** pedophile dumb s* assholes just got your asses handed to you and you don't even know why.

So do I want a f VC? No you dip s* f* I want to f eat a f Pizza so why did you send what? Oh that's why because you don't give a s* about anything except killing me and taking my stuff. and you're a f losing a might as well be AI script of algorithmic reasons that wants to pretend that it's my friend at all, you're not my friend, I don't have any friends, and I don't think I ever will again, because the way those stupid f whores who called themselves my friends have behaved as a disgusting and insulting and apparently a result of mind control takes these and the way those stupid f moron b ass Masons who thought they were my friends. They're not my friends at all. They're f family and holy s* I wish I could kill him but no you can't kill family and then my cousin who thought that I was a dumbass drug dealer.

Well he's got f like seven houses and 12 cars and f $3,000 lb of meth and 322 for hamburgers, I don't know where the f* he is but you can't f talk to me because he f f* up and decided to f** tell me that I didn't know what the f* I was doing.

No I knew what the f*** I was doing.

The destruction of global Freemasonry. I'm not f** kidding. You are all completely and totally annihilated and f* and you have no idea why or how.

That's not because I'm on meth.

That's because I got tired of Freemasonry you f lying little c**..

No kidding, you'll be changing your names or the whole f structure is going up in flames tonight. I don't give a f* either. I am a free thinker level 360 and you are something else.

Neither of us are affected. All you had to do is help, but you didn't help me at all. You just head and hide and lied and helped yourself and your friends and watched me slowly teeter off the edge and die, well you know when the morning comes and I decide to walk to the f** store. I'm going to walk past the space, age race station in quick Mart and then we're going to like 3 and 1/2 mi. I'm going to walk in there and then I'll probably....


Oh wait I forgot. I'm not going there at all. I'll just get an Uber from here and then go somewhere and hide and then tell everybody the story and then you'll all be obviously arrested.

You have no idea what's going on. The acid called me last night with the voice of the pretend father in the voice of the pretend lover, and proceeds to try get me to come because it wants me and it no longer has it's two victims, this is all documented and demonstrated, and then I don't really think they're victims, but they're sure s* not there anymore, and I don't know where they are. But they're sure s* out here because nobody's sure who the f asset is anymore me or it and then it looks like me and then wow, Benjamin Charles Cooper you're a f douchebag and a half. Maybe it'll look like him, but I guarantee you I know who I am and I know what I've done.


I've risked you the planet and I've embarrassed the s*** out of all of you and it's a secret and none of you know what I've done. You just know I've done something.

So that's why you probably should have been nice to me. I don't give a f* about your f** military b*.

Because it's not effective. And you don't even know what real mEĪI•I is. And I'm not going to tell you and doesvidanya, dumbass.


Oh yeah send messages like I give a s* what you have to say, you've had your chance to impress me. It's long gone. You know what you're supposed to do and you're not doing it. That means you're trying to kill me and now everybody sees it. I don't really give a f* about anything that you care about and you have done nothing to build a rapport other than really once nothing he wants to get laid. I control his body so you don't control my body. You just think you do and I don't want your pimpy thugging and your thuggy pimping and the dog with you have for the concierge is nice but she's yours and then thanks for letting me know that that's how you do your things.


Now let me ask you something? Why don't I tell you what I'm going to do tomorrow about what I've learned tonight? Well the first answer is I have no idea what I'm going to do.


The second answer is I lied, I just haven't asked for the bribe that it's going to take to give you s* up this time. I'm not really sure how much money I'm going to want to get shut up, but I do know that you guys are the f dumbest f dumbest gang of f**** thugs ever. Not only did you piss me off you told me everything I needed to know plus more and you've made it clear that I'm never going to bother being your friend and I don't need to and I've made many women fall in love with me and none of that matters because I only need one and I'm starving and dying and I'm just going to go to sleep and read a book. Maybe the other way around and then in the morning you will be gone and I will be the wind.

So the next time I call you to get some food, it won't be me. And I don't need food.

I don't need ewe. I need to be effective. You need to be in control. And effective as of now, you don't even control your own f** balls or your bloodline.

One day. A few hours work. That was literally all it took to destroy your entire empire, and has crashed to the ground and there are no survivors. I'm sure you don't believe me.

Good. That should give me a running head start, I consider that that you don't really know what it's going to look like, but when you do, you will know who did it.

I did it.

And you will know why I did it.


You hurt me and you hurt my sweetie and you deny his hugs just to make us cry because you're a sadistic little b**. So I guess maybe sadism isn't the best possible, whatever the f* virtue for whatever the hell kind of empire you wanted to have.

Because all you had to do would be nice. And all you had to do was help, and instead you pissed away all of your handsets that ever be anything but my pet project. You're done. Your blacklisted, and you're grounded.

On the breast, I'm sure you can get Skyler back as long as you stop being a stupid little b thug and be nice to people, since she obviously likes. You, probably reads this, and is hearing me say to you well. If you're nice to her, maybe she'll let you f rub her poop again. Pretty sure she's ready to f kill you if you raise a hand to her and if you ever do in my sight I will kill you myself. Now that's as good as I can get, I don't know how many f girls you got but I set all this up so that you could win her back, and now you have, totally on your own your own Miranda yeah you're so cool you're really cool. Yeah you should totally f**** threaten me some more and tell me about how I got to do what you say and then act like you're somebody else, I hear chicks like that.

But effectively, you're being pimped by me and getting a pity girlfriend and a pity f maybe if you want or you just f* off and die and drive off the f Cliff of the world. I don't really want anything out of anyone except sleep, food and love. And you are going to f** pay out the ass like you don't even know for the way you have denied me all three for no other reason other than just be a b* pulley little silly b fug. Dude, I don't need any of this s*. And I wasn't obsessing your mother and I'm not obsessed with anyone.

So now that you've demonstrated your total and complete lack of control over your entire life and how your desire for getting jacked even with me is completely eroded your ability to survive, maybe you're going to figure out the next thing: apologize to your mother.

Of course this is up to you, but I would suggest getting it early and out of the way before the Christmas rush comes,, because I don't think that you'll ever understand what is truly happening here.

Good. You're not supposed to understand at all. That's what it means, when I do things that are effective. Generally, it means that no one can undo them.


I'm going to turn on Coast to coast and see if there's anything happening at all and I'm never going to worry about you again, and if your mother needs help with you ever again, I'm pretty sure she knows what she's going to do.


NEIGH-PALM. Imagine the savings! Adieu.

[Worthauger]

They never listen.

!J∆>K§T∆<₹¡ 🇭🇺🍲:
This is being read by eyeballs. Post your photo and scan of command authority 🆔 IMMEDIATELY or face reprisals.

The truth is rather an🅰️🅱️horrent one. Thoughts & prayers. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Few can handle the truth. Fear is the mind-killer. I have faced my fear. I have let it pass over and through me. And now that it has gone, taking everything... at last, I am free. Kinda.

Since The Man has no idea what to do about Jesus. Breaking the benches of the moneylenders⁷z banks and their unholy grip on human society is only the beginning. I don't know what is to come.

I know that I don't want to know—and I would rather see the faces of my family dead and displayed under glass in Wash. D.C., laying in state like Lenin. After Stalin “betrayed” him. Who knows, really.

* Worthauger doesn't know what any of you know, but does know that in comparison to EvvE; he is not the same.

*Gabz: You had your chance to be straight with 🅱️, and the gifts of your problems contain the Sty®ofoam™ packing peanuts of your growth. Enjoy, thug lyfers. Laugh it up, Fuzz:Ë:balls. How did no one see this coming? Oh, right, I was able to conquer physical death by virtue of being so lazy. I can't even be bothered to stop procrastinating long enough to have the common decency to STAY DEAD AFTER BEING MURDERED LIKE SIX TIMES. (Standards.)

I know that I thought this would be done by now. Unfortunately, no: and these lunch-money-grubbin′ juiceLords show no sign of doing that. This is what these mercenaries do with their time in the day. It's not even a crime. No doubt, everyone has fallen for it, only that could explain the telemetry I'm seeing around here.

Because The Narrative is that I'm just like how really are, and the only thing to be done is to... leave me abandoned to die. Alone. Like, daaaaaaam. Tough crowd. I imagine people are pretty sad about everything happening now, eh,, eh,? Yeah, and... it was so hee-LAIR-ēēē-HUSS! When it was just happening to me, years ago. Oh my gosh? If it's not funny anymore... does that mean it's stopped being funny about me to have happened? When was that? Asking for a friend.

Denial is an immensely powerful force, Cut♣

[Jackstar]

Also: I fully do not have any full-blooded siblings. If I did, well, one could care to wonder why they are so busy schmoozing it up with all of you, while pretending to be related to me, and claiming inheritances that aren't his in any legitimate way...


while leaving me alone to die in a haunted church, with no running water, 12 miles outside of civilization, my vehicles stolen or disabled, while twerpy-derpie jarheads surround me laying seige to my residence.


To say I am The World's Least Eligible Bachelor would be putting it mildly. (Standards.)

Have fun storming the castle! Namastμ

[Jackstar]

Best wishes & warmest regards,

MCK



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On Mon, Jun 2, 2025, 14:38 Luis Loeza (Number Support Team) <support@numberbarn.com> wrote:

Luis: I'm attempting to use the call back feature, my phone number is (564) 235-XXXX. As a Targeted Individual, you may need to inform your mewling coterie of lickspittle flunkies to disable the botfleet that routinely intercepts and reroutes my phonecalls.

It worked for at least a few hours after I changed my number, and then it stopped ringing my phone correctly.

Maybe someone used a semi-colon instead of a colon. That can happen when a stalking psycho has been working hard for the money — so hard for that honey — all day and night to track and isolate my movements, as spergLord gangstalking thug leaders so often in fact, do.


Let me know if you've found any problems, thanks.

>Ⓜ️©K


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I appreciate you letting us know you're encountering this problem on your account. I definitely understand your concern and am getting a member of our advanced support team to take a closer look at what’s going on right away. In the meantime, please let us know whether you're using the call back (Placing outbound calls using the call back method) or VoIP (Placing outbound calls using your computer/VoIP Method) method to call this number.
 
We appreciate your continued patience and one of my teammates will get back to you with more troubleshooting details soon.
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