Jackstar īVīĪ≤hÆL§oⁿ:
For you. Now, since you seem to be convinced that I'm on crack, how does it feel to know... that I'm not? Because samples of evidence have been obtained and will fail to find any trace of any cocaine use here. (I'm allergic. To bad coke.) Honestly, it's never going to get any better.
THE.GASLIGHTING. Listen up, co-conspirator. I know your script. I know that you are working a psyop. I even know for who.
What I don't know is... how any of you are so insane as to continue the same behavior and expect different results.
AND NOT ONE ATTEMPT AT BRIBERY. That's some cold hatred you got going on there, Champ. You must think I'm someone's runaway, uppity nigger.
You got me. Slap on the bracelets, ya filthy fagin copper animal: I am Christ’s #1 nigger. I AM A NIGGER FOR JESUS AND THE LIVING CHRIST IS MY MASTER.
There. That should settle matters for the likes of ye; ye, and your ilk.
And if I get any good coca I'll be sure to include you in the invitations I'll be sure to send out... to the decoy house, with false triangulation data, that will get S.W.A.T.’d. because I'm sick of your Amateur Hour temp agency/Company shenanigans. ACTUAL LAW ENFORCEMENT HAS TO WASTE TIME ON YOUR BULLSHIT, IN SPITE OF THE FACT THAT EVERYONE KNOWS:
WHO YOU ARE
WHO YOU WORK FOR
WHO YOUR ACCOMPLICES ARE
WHY YOU THINK YOU HAVE TO COVER
WHAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY COVERING FOR
AND...
EXACTLY WHY OTHERWISE INTELLIGENT PEOPLE ARE MYSTERIOUSLY NEVER ABLE TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK AN ACTUAL CITIZEN OF A LEGITIMATE CIVILIZATION WOULD DO, AT THIS POINT.
See above, re: “you hate niggers.” Yeah, I bet you do. *massive dynamic rolleyes* So keep it up. Because the more you out yourself as a dead-genetic sport...
The more Herculean I become. You just jelly. Go beat on your hostage you keep tied up with chemical hypnotics, Tuff Race Man.
The marathon is not over, and a team of oxen is still about to lap you for like the fourth or fifth time.
Unglaublich.
So long; and thanks for all the job security. (p.s.:.I can smoke WHATEVER, lawfully, and YOU CANNOT. Let that sink in, Proletariat. You need to move on.
You're not in control of the Kuczi. DIE NASTY, YOU OBSESSIVE STALKING PRICK.) I know you won't actually stop.
You're addicted to meth, and you think I'll eventually, one day, lead you to The Big Score. The Main Scoop. Joke is on you.
I already did. SEVERAL TIMES. And you got BUPKIS. You're still fiendin’ for a hit, though. *giggle*
What can I tell you that will make you understand? You don't have Permission -or- Authority... and from mE, YOU NEVER WILL.
So there. Try dry-chewing Adderall™, you ignorant meathead sexydr∞g schweinhund mulepig for pigs that don't m∞-elle so good. I'll be on a 90d washout soon enough, what will you do then? Abduct another Native and rape them into showing you the maize in the cornfield?
Oh, well, probably not... since you have taken Natives and locked them under heavy guard anyway. It's Saturday night, no doubt your rape pens are chock full off rocking rollers.
Give up. Christianity is stupid...
AND JESUS CHRIST IS THE LORD AND YOUR SAVIOR IS 👑👸🤴🍄🦋🐾♟️.
I’ve created a playlist series on my encrypted network entitled Operation: Jack🌟 Mission Rescue. (Mostly including you)
Your opioid-scrambled brain has shitty taste in music. Pass.
Thank you for your participation in this operation. Remain courageous, patriot.
I'm not a part of your pædo-op normalization efforts. It's not my area, I don't care about the issue (and never did), and your mouthing about my life and any details thereof border on libel. Additionally, your demonstrated pattern of total obsession and utter madness is evident for all to see, on this very site, GOING BACK FOR YEARS.
Always, Guardians ⚡️
I'm not part of your stupid little team of ignorant little switchweasels. PEOPLE KNOW. They knew five fucking years ago, Cowboy Maggot-Bigot! Come, come, Mr. Lee: you don't have to play dumb with me.
And yet you go to absurd lengths to conceal, to hide, and to delay any exposure of the truth, not so much in public... but to me. Just to me. You even have a whole double-forum, TWICE-DOUBLED!
It's not paranoia if they're really after you. And you're not schizophrenic; hell no. You've got people for that. Know that your behavior can be easily explained by the following confession:
I DID IT. I DID IT. I USED SOURCERY AND ¿ETH TO ENTRAP YOU.
That would be unlawful for you, and your little pet vadge-badge too, except for me, it's not illegal or unlawful or even unsportsmanlike conduct, you Punyling dwarven two-bit carny sideshow RUBE.
For me, as a private citizen, as well as a bona fide man of the cloth, it's perfectly legal SELF-DEFENSE to entrap your tuff cunt tree goth-fag ass in an unbreakable web of simple logic and interstate jurisprudence. It's not only the only way to be sure I am free of your brute’s hunt... it is in fact the only method available to someone in my position.
Everyone, literally everyone, knows EXACTLY WHAT you did. They know who you did it to. They know what was the result. What they don't know is why this is taking so long to ”build a case,” when YOU BUILT THE WALLS YOURSELF, THAT EVEN NOW, ARE CLOSING ALL AROUND YOU.
People wanna know: why don't I just turn you in, and spare us all, this endless torment? I'm a paladin, aren't I? Can't I just, like... smite you, and then we can all go home?
Good question. The answer is simple: I don't have a home. And I've got no place else to go, other than to sit contentedly, getting my drink on, and my smoke on, and maybe be in the right place at the right time—
WHEN YOUR LITTLE GANG OF BĪBITCH LIZARDMONGS FINALLY TURN ON YOU, AND BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS THEM TEXSLAV DOPE AND FUCKS THEM... starting with your jugular and working their way down to your wrist. BOTH (2) HANDS.
I know they will save your urethra for last. Either for trophy, or for after meal foil-wrapped mint. Perhaps they'll bring it to me for preservation as a component to A New Trinket. It would surely be make for a fine facsimile of an antennæ. Or the string in the back of a talking puppet.
(Oh hi Tammer. I almost forgot you were there. Let me know when you're tired of watching me abuse your twerpy-darpa E-spouse in public. Now, I know that this is thrilling — I'm barely breathing, hardly myself — but I guarantee you, there are far more vicious criminals we could marking out for Death, and while I am sure the taste of Candied Rapist’s Urethra is as exquisite as it is unforgettable... seriously, I can prepare a meal.
In bed. Sure, in the kitchen too. But by now, you're probably going to be so hot that I can fry eggs on your teats. Not to mention, I myself, am The Ghoul’s Lash. Think it over. Put strychnine in his coffee or something, you're smart enough for that. Cheers!)
ïR: back to you. p.s.:. You're boring, and we all knew it. Now, even K-9 units returning from Black Afghanistan know it. News of your barbarism and your loathsome arrogance have spread to the four corners of the globe on the wind. (Pollen bounces off my psycho-kinetic armor just as easily as your bullets do, TEXAS DADDY. Come at me bruh.) Here’s why I'm not lifting a finger and placing it on your pimpslap yappin’ mug.
Son, we made you into bait, and now I have The Mark... TRANSPARENTLY. That's how it works. You can't see it. MY FRIENDS CAN.
They really will consume your still-beating heart with the sound of your shrieking still echoing from the hills. I hope they save me a taste. Of course, if they don't, I can go after them in the
civil courts...
But that will be up to a jury of my peers to decide. Your peers are illiterate rapey junkets. I don't think they'll do well at
voir dire.
MY PEERS INVENTED
VOIR DIRE, INBRED HILL BILLIE-BOI.
FUCK ¥ûU, AND THE ARMY OF THE TWELVE (lZ) PHILOSOPHER FUCKERS, ARE GOING TO FUCK YOU SIDEWAYS TOO.
* Jackstar bet it all in already.
Zugzwang. TYmE⏳Zugzwang. Tick-tock, tickbrains. You really don't have to worry about trifling with me. Everything you have to use is literally everything you stole. You are a thief, and a careless one at that.
You didn't even finish stealing ME. Here I am! Got any more felonies you want to set me up for? I bet you do! And I bet you didn't know: your pocket Time Corps agent just flipped. I imagine you didn't think that would happen when you sacrificed her so you could RUN.
If you thought at all, tickbrains. That's your new name. Uncapitalized. Like the new addition being built next door. Why do you think anyone would extend credit to you obviously guilty AF, reprobate megalomaniacal chodes?
Duh. ENTRAPMENT. L.E.O.s don't know it's not really legal for bacon... and they just spent the last 2½ years watching me do it to you and your ewe. (Please re-hinge your jaw.) Now then, Class: any questions?
Because I know you can't show any of either, Dave/Matt/Jake/Carl/& Mrs. Paul. That's all you: The Hackneyed Mrs. Paul. She'll probably grab The Asset and drive off a cliff with her in the morning,🦋LOL🧈
Adieu, ButtercI¡‹k. You passed on your opportunity to get closer to M³, and I read your smooth-brained mind the first time we talked on the phone, you slobby geeked-out petty thief. In case you're wondering how I got so far ahead of you.
I made many mistakes. To get you to make... just Juan.
And you have...
how many forums? Kid: you need a goddam hobby.
chuckle chuckle
(Please leave.) Clap. Kudos’ clap. Also, you get gonorrhea. *wiggle wiggle* So there. J💫END.OF.LINE⁵⁵.045.№t·Q.Q+
