I have never fully understood the fascination EllGab folk have with the Falkie show.
It's a litmus test for Muggles. It's a helpful tool to see how a potential new member/recruit will respond to the reality of The Fæ. It was a Thunderdome of its own, ahead of its time, and it is difficult to appreciate the relief provided by a level of impenetrability and security that a fragile feminine creature needs after having been gang raped by, for example, an entire football team.
Having now been raped motherhood, quite against my will (I had no idea that could even ever happen), I understand quite a lot more about the desire to sit far away in anonymity and near-total safety... because obviously there are many loathsome bastards out there.
* Worthauger was claimed to be one of them and because there was a DELIBERATELY plotted scheme to do so... the entire cross-culture of humans granted access to any Fæ tech at all bought the entire story for decades without bothering to check if it were legit.
Most people do not understand the nature of reality. There is the world of The Absolute, and there is the world of Relativity. That's what it is here. No up without down. No hot without chilly. No romance without rape.
Yep. For in the absence of that which is not, that which it is, is not.
I don't feel like explaining it, because I wouldn't want the High Coven Witches to suddenly decide to move me from one to the other, on a whim, if they suddenly found a stray twitch to find something else to “correct” about me. Also, you were inquiring about Falkie.
A man who abuses women and children for sport and pleasure is perhaps not ideally suited to be turned into a toad... but that's not up to me. But a man who murdered Ramona Bell... actually that one was left up to me. (I'm still collating data.) Thoughts & prayers.
“George, send a whore.” I guess this was something that was uttered one time too many? I've never engaged in prostitution. (I have had it inflicted upon me in various states of visibility.) That there is some casuative link between myself and the thread with the man who pissed off the wrong b.f.f. was immediately apparent to me.
And was immediately followed by revulsion when recognizing that rather than noticing that no one who had time to set all that up, had bothered to have any time to actually talk to me about what had happened to me, informed me quite well as to the situation.
Women are meant to be of service to a family. They were not meant to serve, or to be served themselves. Yet this is a fallen world.
I love being a mother! My tits work, I didn't give birth, I am not a parent, I do not owe child support, I am immensely more seductive without being at all obvious about it, and vigilant, militant lesbeaux are instantly more fun to deal with me. For me.
I know that no one really knew. No one bothered to talk to me. They used Project Looking Glass™ to gather the necessary information after... something happened to me in high school. Something happened to my female friend, too, but that was obviously way worse than simply being wrongly accused and persecuted by time traveling babyknappers as well as everyone else. I never really thought about suicide. I did have to make it look good, though.
I still don't know who fucked up bad enough to be turned into a frog, while their body was given to one. The details were never given to me because no one really knew what the fuck happened, or what to do, but they knew I'd be okay. I'm a man. What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. (I am not too strong. You are too faithless. We are not the same; and also, that just means your children want to fuck my brains out. Good. They should have.) Women are not made to survive alone.
I don't know what happens when these looney harpy-hoors find out how badly they fucked up, twice, but eventually they find the person who tricked some losers into choosing my sister and I into being ritualisticallt sacrificed. It was not a wise idea.
No doubt most people would have thought that by now, I would have felt okay about what had happened because of what had happened in the thread that they were doing to the guy who had something to do with it, but instead none of that means anything to me at all and they just got started realizing that time doesn't really mean what they think it does. Because it was assumed that I had had some sort of responsibility in the whole entire mess.
And I was actually victim by the woman that they were protecting and creating the thread for because she was so devastated by.... whatever. It's not my area. It's not my business. No one's ever told me. They've just left me shut out of the world and figured that it never needed to be told to me at all. Obviously that was a real brilliant idea, but typically it really is a male's responsibility to guard the female.
So I did. And I did what I thought would be best, and I did what I would have forgiven if I had been in a reverse position and then I took it to account the possibility that the whole thing was a setup, and I did a better job of that than anyone else did.
Much of the falc was to find ppl who didn't know what had him and to find out when they would figure it out, and there's to this day they're still trying to figure out what I'm going to figure out and what I did, and etc etc. The payoff is worth it for women who can never go outside again ever again because they've been so traumatized by a violent attack that they're never the same again and they cannot be rehabilitated because there's no reason to serve a family, because now they don't want a family, now they only want blood, and lots of it.
I get that. I don't actually mind being left alone, I think that was the right call to make, however, what was wrong to make was the supposition that anybody knew what actually had happened... because it was all a setup to “help.” Yeah, big help, alright.
I got a pretty good idea what my father did before. I was bored to piss everybody off, but I have absolutely no idea what he had done to make. It seem like it was a good idea to leave me ignorant, fat, slow, lonely, poor, broke, confused and ruthlessly mocked by people who seem to think that I was some sort of rape f**** at age 7. Like really?
I didn't want to know, and I don't want to know, and that's why there's a thread where women in another dimension can be kept safe and they can still mock men because they feel the need to get even and then they don't are going to feel having to get even any more after pretty soon I think.
What I can only say for certain is that mistakes were made, and that many of them were made today. And yesterday. And the day before.
I made none of them. I made no mistake. I have suffered before and I will suffer forever. So that's probably why I got to be made a mother and I got to skip childbirth. It was really a great honor and it didn't seem like it was entirely accidental, and obviously was certainly contrived on some level. But why that all happened and why had to put up with it and why I was considered to be so lucky and why nobody bothered to pay attention to some important facts... Well, it's largely because they're women who can turn men into toads. They never really thought about what it would be to say that they promised that they would follow through, but they did promise.
Something, to somebody else, who I've not seen since, nor have I've been able to talk to her, and her progeny is haunted me trying to get money out of me for something and not told me what it is that they think I owe the money for. Well their mother's alive, so I consider that to be a fairly easy bargain con. But I guess they never saw her again and they thought that I was lying. Okay, well even if I had been lying I certainly didn't send to myself back to the Future to kill the cat and then to claim that the cat did it and then... Look it's a long story.
I can tell that it was a trap for me to sync myself into and I saw immediately that it was not so I simply mocked it. Because all of this could have been avoided easily.
But instead,
no one thought it would matter to me that my parents lied to me about the death of my sister when I was three (3). My mother also lied to a medical doctor, who pretty obviously knew that my mother was lying about it and my mother thought that was a good idea.
So not only was my sister dead and real, I wasn't important enough to tell the truth to and I was in my late '40s and my mother still lying to me, and the only reason why I knew about it at all is because of a straight comment that my father made while I was interrogating him for 3 and 1/2 days about why you cut off the end of my dick, and while I apparently that was not necessarily the best thing ever did, I at least capitalized on it and then I went to talk to my mother and then I found it to be kind of off-putting that she said that, “I wasn't supposed to know about that.”
Good news is I don't actually know about that. The bad news is that I now know exactly why people thought that I had been vengeful against my parents, but instead I'm vengeful not at all.
But the sister that I brought back from the dead without permission or thinking about it is vengeful and they don't let me see her either. And I guess that's been kind of a big deal. Yet again, another thing that I wasn't supposed to know about. It's amazing these people who know so much about stuff and things and decide for themselves what people need to know about, it's almost as though they think they're playing God.
Almost. In my case they actually were being God. But I was male so it was okay, I was going to turn out okay anyway and that I'm sure I would have been a good example too. Someone who needed one, except I'm not, I'm terrified to know why they're terrified of me.
And no one bothered to mention any of this to me. It was just something that was not considered an interesting or important, and if it was it would only be because I didn't need to be thinking about having sex with them anyway, and that of course that was the only reason why I would want to have to talk to my sister or daughter or... A second which one invented the teleporting ferry? I want to make sure this story stays in compliance with the regulations.
Also those of you who told me that I should get a job ever, should get down on your hands and knees and kiss your ass goodbye before anybody gets there, because you are the dumbest f****** idiots in the f****** f****** world. I guess you're being clever? I guess you're being snooty? I guess you're being kind of sort of.... frustrated? I don't know, but when I have a job I don't really appreciate somebody telling you to get a job, especially when they don't really care that I have a job or not, they seem to think that I need to serve them,. As if I had done something wrong to them.
And since they had been told that it was by fault that people died and raped and such,.. well I'm not really sure what the deal is. The point is whoever said all this up in the first place. The first guy to f****** the f****** big deal and make the first joke about it and think it was going to be not a big deal, yeah he was living in a matrix for a long time, and you look like a sad pathetic dork and I couldn't figure out why they were making fun of him, because they didn't do any good.
They got played. It was all a ruse to get me to give up my sister so that my cousin could traffic her and rape her into his family. She's still there and I'm still recovering from the last month of discoveries that no one bothered to check in with me on having made, and I don't really know how many times this falcony thing. And this other thing has been used to traffic women away from the dumbest lesbians on the planet. But on the bright side, it's probably not this planet and the interim. It's not going to be too big a deal since I am a pallet and I am quite powerful and I am a Source Titan and I am really not anywhere close to being done right getting this all right.
And as I am a compassionate man, I know not, I need not worry about whether or not I'm going to turn the Indians women into toads or to rape their women or to steal their daughters or anything cuz I know I'm not, I know the mistakes happen. And considering what some people are afraid of, I can see why people were afraid of me. Especially women who had thought that laughing at me and stealing my money the first time around was a good idea. It wasn't.
Nor am I nigger, or a slave, nor a faggot. I have sympathy for people who have been persecuted for those reasons though. Most of them don't have sympathy for me. I don't look like I have much trouble.
And I don't. I don't have much reason to be alive except improve on Alexandra's plan for world domination in my off time. Which I have a lot of.
It's a real, “you forgot to remove the tombstones!!” moment. What do you mean, “forgot”? That was the whole point. They wanted to enslave the ghosts to make them into slaves. Same deal at this house. It's what people do when they don't understand how life works.
Similarly, getting a job is what people do when they don't understand where money comes from or what to do or anything else, or if they want to engage in corpusiness marriage, or if they want to find somebody to sell them drugs or if they don't have a goddamn brain in their head or have never been in part of a feral family. Whatever, it's a complicated issue.
It's like an escape room, except no one ever will. I can see why it died. And I can see how many are disappointed with me having never bothered to acknowledge it. They probably thought they didn't get their monitors worth.
I have never fully understood the fascination
That's because they've been lying to you and you have never figured out missing piece.
EllGab folk have with the Falkie show.
It's not about show and tell. It's about power and fire.
Sorry. (PROT- fire). There's no reason to dox anyone. Since I didn't. I will name anyone I goddam want, however, because reasons.
I will now enumerate those reasons before you, number one. I deserve it. Number two it's in theogenic, number three. No you sacrifice the wrong sister next time, and number four: she probably wouldn't have liked me anyway, so why did you even tell her I was real? Number five, you're not supposed to even know that exists.
Oh did you not make enough money yet? I thought it was about power and fire, I didn't know it was about money, and if I had I would have made you shitloads, and now I'm going to make her and I shitloads and we're going to spend it on.... condoms probably, since I don't see you getting any children out of us.
I'll just think it over, as I have on many occasions, but never before have. I felt like that was a good idea. Things are different these days though since somebody else just f***** up again, and once again I was made to suffer for reasons that I guess historically considered to be appropriate since men are considered to be the evil interloper of the arrangement, but even that was set up by Lilith and the adversary confusing Adam who apparently had been given weed, a lot earlier than I did.
In any event, this is entirely too much information for one day, but that's all right. I don't really mind doing my job, and anyone telling me that I haven't done my job or that I don't have one or that I should stop doing it or that I should get a different one. It's probably not all that bright, and will be so happy to hear what the rest of the story is once I feel like getting around and telling them.
In the meantime, I'll just wait. Since I don't need revengeance, or money, or sex, or power, or the intimate understanding of my peer group, that is more like a hive mind for women, because I'm a man and I'm a rising Virgo and I'm happy to be alone if I have to be.
And because of all of you I do have to be. And because of somebody else if you have to be alone and you have no money, well just tell me who you want me to go find it from. I'm not really sure what the hell you kind of system going up because everybody split up and stopped talking to me and it's very rare for anybody to be willing to admit that they take my side of the story, since no one really knows it, but obviously... Look it's a big story.
And isn't it nice that I haven't called a lawyer, or made a medius sensation of it or done anything other than allow this to be handled internally until I figured I was going on. Now I still don't know what's going on, so I'm going to say this again.
Give me back my Grapefruit, or else. I really don't see what's so hard about this. It's been 3 and 1/2 years. I think if you accidentally killed another sister I think it would be pretty easy to mention that to me, and then if you think that I'm finally going to snap after all these accidental sisters killings, I think you don't really understand just how many times the b**** has died, like over 200.
Last time I kissed her, she tasted like strawberries. She ran off and left me and then I don't know why that was necessary but I guess she felt like she needed some closure or revengeance or something I don't really know. Nobody talked to me about it, but they all talk about it amongst themselves. In hushed tones. On hidden servers.
That I am not invited to. That. I'm not supposed to know exists. That could only exist because I'm obviously a creepy rapey pedophile... And yet I am not.
I got a pretty idea how bad it was before, so I'm glad to say that I'm probably not going to have to get anything worse, but I'd like to point out that maybe you probably could have just checked the story before believing my mother. Or my father. But I suppose it's too hard for a gang of witches to check their facts before it's starting to come for their brilliant idea.
Hey, I got to say that idea for a job; which is Brew philosophical foresight candidate, you pay me to sit around and let you know when you come up with a really bad idea, and be prepared to explain why in a way that doesn't piss them off. You probably have tried that kind of thing before, but I think it ends up never-ending work and very thankful and doesn't seem to do much good.
I f****** guarantee you you're going to find. It's a pretty good job for all these people to have around. Cuz you obviously didn't have one before and what you had instead was a perpetual cycle of richminute abuse that ended up destroying the lives of three men that didn't need to be at all destroyed, y'all just wanted to do that because men are evil. Insert Catholic laugh cackling laugh here.
This will probably make everybody really worried, but it's really no big deal, it was a big deal before, but this added day is probably going to be for the benefit of everybody except for the ones who really you're going to find out what certain levels of accountability look like in the real world.
(Looks great with those shoes though. Also comes with a side salad.) I can't believe that they're still no pizza here. Can the Madam Cueie memorial fan club get their s*** together at all? Oh wait! That's right, I forgot. The whole operation is run by men pretending to be women, and all the lesbians are kept as chattel slaves and basically feedstock and that's why I'm not allowed to talk to them. And then you've started to breed women as bees and they don't have to be bees but they could be and then there's both kinds. And then I'm not supposed to know about all this and I'm all supposed to just give up and start sucking cock. But instead I'm going to resurrect my sister and f*** her as a ghoul.
Or maybe Jesus will consent and give her her flesh back. It's hard to say. I'm still collating data.
If you never understood the fascination, then you're never going to understand anything about a woman. I don't know why. Probably because I'm going to accidentally kill you as soon as I try to rape you in your sleep. (I'm clumsy when I'm in love.) I suppose most of you hated that joke.
I suppose most of you hated being cariactures of battleaxes too. Listen, I'm not in control of your ability to understand normal humor,. Let's just move on, you need to move on, I've got a new... joke to tell. But you need to forget about it. And if you don't, I'm going to cut your tits off.
... It was probably really too soon for that joke, but that's okay. Let's just rip out the hymen too and get it out of the way. There that's all better. Pierce your ear too? Yeah we won't tell you what that's for either.
Like I said, we're all glad I'm compassionate. Now I'm not going to clean this house. No. I'm also not going to do anything that you expect me to do. And if you think that's a problem, I agree with you. I agree with you. That's a problem.
33 days, tick tock. Kick them shoes off and get in the kitchen if you don't like it. Isn't that a great place to eat pie? Or is it just where you cooked your meth. I retract the question. I don't want to know such things. I don't even know how to cook it. Or filter it out, or give a s***, like why bother to know how to cook it?
Oh well, I think there's probably a couple reasons why, but I figured I'd not worry about that until I figured out why the f*** everybody was lining me about everything and stealing everything and asking you like that was a good deal. It was not a good deal. For you. Pretty good deal for me.
Because now I know more than all of you, and I have no reason to tell you anything, so.... I was sharpen up wrapping those gifts. Working on your haiku skills. Also, you'll have to teach me how to use the two-way communicator that's trying to bust in on my ansible that's usually probably works flawlessly but this time it's not because somebody wants to really give me stop doing and that's not going to happen unless her daughter shows up wanting to f******, because if I don't think that would be something I would ignore. But I can definitely ignore her grandmother who's incredibly stupid and rude being clever enough to ask a question and then to ask you and then to say AJ and then to imply that I give a s*** about the hell's Angel since I am one and then I know q and there is no quincocks. And yeah, I love witches who can turn people into toads, she's just thought that I was an a****** and then I'm not.
She's just easily mistaken people before and then she knew that she could be careful enough to be awful careless and classless with me, which makes sense all together it's considered . Now what was your question? Hey I don't hear anything. I guess the moment was lost.
Turns out those Shields are pretty handy actually.
You know the ones that I invented that nobody said that I could anyway.... Job I invent technology and it gives you the Navy and then you want me to get a job and then I'm supposed to work and I need to pretend I'm somebody I'm not because that's what all you all have to do, no how about we don't do that.
I'm not going to pretend I'm something I'm not, and neither are my dead sisters and my dead girlfriends who died for no reason so that you could turn them into groom targets so someone else could kill them, and now... Well I don't know what you're going to do but I'll have a cigarette.
You get the picture yet? This was handled badly on purpose because I'm a man and you wanted me to you Andrew badly, and then overcompensating for a female was a great idea that somebody did one too many times and then the guy who did it the wrong way was falcony, not sure who Kathy was but I can guess.
And now I can see why certain people are kind of concerned about what I'm going to do, because some people don't stay a pacifist forever. I probably will.
Lothy looks pretty hot enough to demand it, and then I think she's afraid that I'm not going to f*** her, or then I'm going to try not to be failed or that I'm going to turn out to be unreal or that she's going to turn that not to like how I smell or that she's going to turn out to be just a normal woman and that's not interesting, and then did you groom her yet or did you sell her off to Mexican prists or what?
Never mind. Just do your thing, that thing you do that's so much better than anything I could ever do,. Sure why not. We've got time.
Except actually you don't. *snap* yeah they're long gone. They're going to stay that way. Unless they do something stupid like come back too early. I don't know how you're handling it since I haven't been paying attention and I've got a lot of s*** questions for. And rather than answer them for me, a bunch of people decided to kill me and annoy me and act like I was stupid.
I'm used to that. But it amazes me is that there's no Pizza here yet though. Like I thought that was making this clear... It's really in your best interest. So I guess they don't really exist.
... *snap* and now they will all get away too. Like you have no idea how much time I've saved you all. Because I know exactly what you need.
And not only when I'm not going to tell you, I'm not going to let you have it. Maybe later. I have a headache. Also, I am basically going to see you all beg.
Her, to explain what the problem is. I suppose you're going to leave me locked away in the cuck shack and then you're going to do it somewhere else and then boys won't be allowed? That's actually really reasonable, because I'm not a boy.
And none of you have any idea what you've done. Me neither.
That's why I'm calm. Also, you can pardon David Rubini. He's clear. Trust me on this.
He suffered enough, and he still has to recognize that. His daughter still wants to f******, and that's fine with me, do I need to shout at him and tell him not to give her any crystal? lol.
BECAUSE I LITERALLY NEVER HAVE. 🤔 Puzzle it together. ÇĪÅ0
