Any idea of why Jack seems to think certain Bellgab members like you and me are responsible for his troubles? 
It seems that way to you because you are arrogant, self-absorbed narcissist narc and you think everything is about you. You're always right. You always know better. You always think what you know trumps whatever anyone else knows that gets in the way of your self-centric worldview and whatever flashy/shiney
objekt de prix you're out to score for yourself.
I don't think any of you drooling morons are responsible for my troubles. You, especially: I don't think you're responsible for your own
shit. You come and go like the wind, escaping to your mountain stronghold or
where-ever-the-
fuck you run off to when you're done posturing, scrimping and bowing for whatever attention-whorish treat you're after, that moment, that day.
In point of fact, I don't really have troubles. What I have is a very wide-open list of positions that people could fill with their time, energy, and attention and make something worthwhile out of it. While I don't recall, at the moment, what that was or is gonna be, as I am FULLY FUCKING DISTRACTED, I definitely know that every single one of you slack-asses are decidedly less welcome in my brainspace than were previous to November 2019.
If any of you had bothered to have a legitimate discussion of any kind with me about what is important --truly critical thought-- in the last, oh... TWELVE GODDAM YEARS, you might have an inkling as to why I seem rankled these days. You know what? I am fucking rankled.
I also have an entire chorus line of thuggish pigs and bratty pig-fuckers orbiting my life and doing such wonderful activities as: ransacking my house; sabotaging my vehicles; stealing my work-in-progress and/or my proprietary technological innovations; and neither last nor definitely not least, interfering with my personal relationships.
As I result -- I simply do not have any personal relationships. Zero. Nit. Swabo.
Bupkis. Why bother? You and your fuckhead companions have turned the very notion into an absolute liability.
I am relieved that progress in this, what is laughably called "an industry" was never a primary or even a secondary goal I had in mind. The end result of these putrid shenanigans that pass for being called "tradecraft" by you mewling cretins has been nothing more than to... slow me down. Long enough to become a local legend, but not slow enough to make me neck-and-neck with the odious "content" that the "drama community" puts out -- which, by the way, is wall-to-wall shit. Actual, literal shit, spread across the Intertubes as would be expected by a gang of worthless, recalcitrant reprobates. You people are fucking scum.
Now, for the good news: I'm never gonna have to remind Grapefruit "hey, don't call the police, okay?" Because I am pretty goddam sure she has learned that fucking lesson, ayep. And as Facebook offered me access to one of the people I am not supposed to contact... I think... I mean, it's the one that I actually like, I think? It looks like her, anyway, and I didn't see her there that night... there were four other ones... but it doesn't matter.
Anyone holding an ID card with that woman's name on it, if I make "direct contact" I get to... GO TO JAIL.
I REPEAT:
I PUSH ONE "SEND MESSAGE" BUTTON, AND I GET SENT TO THE GODDAM GULAG, you numb fuckheaded nit-wit twatmunch
twit.
Reminder: I'm the one that actually didn't break any fucking laws. I did not go out to score drugs. I did not come home and start a bullshit fight. I did not call 911 and lie to dispatch. I did not reveal highly-classified information to an idiot like me by inadvertently behaving in a number of unusual ways and demonstrating previously
totesecret methods of handling crowds in
decidedly exotic fashions.
So of course, I spend night after night sitting at home alone while the rest of you sodden, dickbagged lot run around the countryside doing IDGAF what, but I'm sure you're all very impressed with yourselves. Work hard, play hard, let me guess, right? Oh, bravo. Such ethic. Whoop-pee.
I work smart and I play fair and I am not playing with you people here: you can all go fuck yourselves
to death for all I give a shit. You have taken me for granted and treated me like literal garbage and that's really nothing new, but what's quite novel in this circumstance is the use of the legal system to harass the ever-loving shit out of me and my closest friends.
Nice jobs, dipshits, it's not as though the Feds are just gonna write this all off because "it's black." Fuck you, it could be the goddam Spinal Tap album cover, it's not gonna be black when the hammer cracks down on your vapid, cow-eyed faces. UNTIL IT IS.
Your ego is that fragile? That a drawing can fracture it's very foundation?
It's not just a drawing. It's a weaponized .jpg that has peculiar and specific qualities that, when mishandled, could have, in fact, been a part of the false evidence train that was meant to put me in prison. LITERALLY BEHIND BARS, YOU APE-TONGUED SLACK BRAINED SHITHEAD. I don't care that I'm not stupid enough to fall for this shit. For one thing, not everyone enjoys dodging traps. For another, not everyone was smart enough to avoid getting caught up--as you have seen.
YOU AND YOUR ILK HAVE BEEN THE ENTIRE CAUSE AND SOURCE OF ALL THIS NONSENSE.
AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO BLAME ME FOR ANY OF IT, WHILE I HAVE BEEN THE PRIMARY VICTIM THE ENTIRE TIME.
EAT SHIT AND DIE, CARTOONIST. YOU STARTED THIS, YOU ENABLED IT, AND YOUR BIGGEST PROBLEM IS THAT I REFUSE TO BE YOUR FUCKING PATSY.
FUCK YOU. IT'S YOUR MESS. HATE YOURSELF. I don't need this shit from you retards and now I know why she couldn't find anyone else to solve her murder--letting herself get killed by you idiot dorks certainly would turn a lot of people off from helping her,
n'est-ce pas?Jackstar goes too far!
I was here for years while you all refused to tell me what was going on. Go rape someone some more. You wasted every thing you had, now just. fucking.
suffer.
