You're the only one still harping on that.
Having demonstrated mastery of the matter, I find myself delighted to only have one person left to recover damages from. It's really not too big deal.
Frankly, I'd rather get a tattoo. But it does feel wonderful to know that there is at least one thing you acknowledge as being gaslit psyop.
You should know that your lack of empathy for the irritation I have endured as a result of your collective efforts is the primary reason I am not listening to your Patreon content. I thought about it--since the events of Lion's Gate this year have been very exciting I thought I would benefit from your perspective and... you know what, I just can't.
It's not fun anymore knowing that all of all y'all neither appreciate nor enjoy what I do. And while I might be able to glean useful information from it, I simply don't have a belief that it will be worth the discomfort.
Additionally, you apparently don't want to make any money through writing/speaking online. I'm shocked, frankly. I had no idea that swindling and robbing people would be thought to be so lucrative. I suppose it is not now, since the behavior of you and your gang of ruffians is becoming increasingly well known, but... that's the way of things, really.
Crime doesn't pay. And while I don't think it is very many people, certainly there are at least a few that watched you deliberately fuck of my life so you could profit from its collapse. Some people don't enjoy having anything unless they took it from someone.
So, basically what I'm saying is, I'm not going to pony up on Patreon to listen to your little Internet radio show, and I really don't know what any of you are doing on YouTube. I don't really feel like sniffing around after all them lot as well. Seeing what they are doing when I run into them on YouTube anyway... well, I am sure you can imagine how excluded I am.
Oh! The things I could have done with that software that you told me didn't exist and to stop talking about! You could have just told me, twerpmonger.
I suppose you must have thought it impossible that I would have been unable to keep from putting all my discoveries on blast, but that's okay, most people find me to be impossible by now. And I find it impossible to pretend that that there are not multiple individuals playing multiple roles, impersonation and confidence tricks are the order of the day, and after my recent reconnoiters to cities up north, I'm saddened to be forced to admit that I can't hardly blame you or anyone for trying to use them on me, instead of, you know, like... introducing me to them. I guess you did "introduce" me. Whatevah. That makes sense, since you used to be (PROT).
And you used to be credible. Now, as I have other ways of finding who I am looking for, I shall bid you a fond adieu. You have a good thing going here; you should be up to 22 pages again in no time! Don't bother telling (PROT) where I went-- they know. PEOPLE KNOW. I don't wish to become a divisive personality again, and it saddens me to know that people are intimidated by you and your associates attitude, and I honestly never knew that you were at the core of your very beings... a gang of bully thugs that enjoys stalking and exploiting vulnerable swindle targets.
What can I say? Some of them probably deserve it. Not my kind of scene, however. I'm going to take off. And (blank) the place from (blank), it's the only way to be sure... because I went through the Lion's gate, I like getting high better than you like to steal, and the way you're making your way in the world from this point forward, I honestly never want anything to do with again. I choose to leave behind a culture that celebrates my incarceration and demise -- I guess from your point of view, all I do is escape consequences and waste the time of your best breedstock. Dude! I didn't even know that (PROT) was a badge, and that still seems impossibly surreal to have been even a real thing. It was classy how no one mentioned it. Years of oblivious indifference, tossed aside in an instant. It's been more years (2!) since (BOTH!) and (HANDS!) some people including myself think it might be more than a little loseriffic for you to behave like I ever did anything wrong to you. There was nothing malicious in my intent, and I honestly had no idea you had no idea Who I Really Am.
I created my digital presence from the first foundation to look absolutely terrible to anyone who never took the time to talk to me and chose to disbelieve myself, and believe data-harvesting algorithms instead. I further never thought I would see a huge gang, one half insulting me with automatic robotics so the other half can more easily impersonate me and then... catfish people who didn't even really know me all that well in the first place? What? Why? For money? Blackmailed?
Oh yeah that's right I have no reason to believe anything you've told me about anything. Plausible deniability! Diplomatic immunity! Shun the bipolar attention whore! I guess everyone who doesn't post here anymore is too busy with their daily clandestine calisthenics. It's wonderful that you've all found a niche for yourselves that I won't feel badly about no longer being associated with. Whatever it is that you would say that you do here, all the punch lines to all the jokes are something that I am never a part of, always excluded, forever exiled, and now that I know why, it's quite understandable why I wasn't supposed to know how to cloak my identity. I used to be concerned that if I were absent, it would be easier for fraud in my name to go undetected, but since you were doing it anyway, I rather think that I must have given the impression that I didn't care, or that I was very ignorant of the dangers.
I knew. I merely thought it beneath the collective status, stature, and skill level of you and your ilk. Very bourgeois, very low-vibe. Makes you look good though. You're Starsky AND Hutch, lol.
It feels like a waste of my time to even write this, as I am already dead to you.
