I already spoke up. I hardly see much reason to break my back just to know your names.
Mistakes are how we learn. I'm not carrying an angsty grudge. And I'm not walking into every trap I encounter.
This is why I have no contract; no career; no crying jags; no crack habit requiring a steady income; and no immediately insatiable craving for clean Queen Twat.
I can save myself for an indefinite period of time. Alternately, I can be adopted by Helen Mirren and Lily Tomlin TONIGHT. And I do mean TONIGHT. IN TWO HOURS.
It doesn't even have to be tonight. IDGAF. An attachment to results is precisely what I don't have here.
YOU need someone to speak FOR you as otherwise there's a MASSIVE CONFLICT OF INTEREST. Well, that's just too totally tough. I bet that's a real bummer.
Call when your problems are serious. Oh! Except my phone is TOTALLY JAMMED UP AND FUCKED OFF! Wow! Who could have seen that coming? (Hint: all of you do this all the time to other people, you oinky-thuggy sleaze!) I guess you'll have to, oh, I don't know... SEND A GODDAM EXTRACTION TEAM. WITH BEER. AND WEED. AND PROBABLY CON-DAMS. You know, whatever.
Except you're not sending squat. (Shields.) You had your chance to get close to me. And, what was the problem?
Money. Selfish greed. Caste power tripping. And everyone was sick and tired of running a double psyop front.
Couldn't I handle the truth?
You couldn't handle THE LIABILITY!!
It probably doesn't help that I'm compassionate and understanding now, does it? (Certainly it does not help my dick.) Well, I don't need to rub it in. (I am referring here to my dick.) You salty crusty lot can figure all this out.
I did. Of course I did have a head start and I was highly motivated. Hey, here's an idea: BRIBES! BRIBES! BRIBES!
Also, you might try becoming a Master of Divination. It's a little late in the day to make that kind of a commitment, but in my case I can say that the results obtained have been absolutely worth the effort expended.
In your collective case there can never be the results of obtained that you all seek: for it will always be true that none of you spoke up before, I had to speak out after.
“Shut up, Jack!”
*cough*
Hold my breath. You don't have to be turning blue. I happen to know how to operate with the confines of The Law without being screeched at by a flock of C-4 gulls.
None of any of you need to. You are combat veterans. Were DEA faglords really using CPS to pose a threat of abduction? That's so cringe.
Note: that is unlawful. Not as though that would matter at all, once they had your kids shipped to Amsterdam in cheetah-print leotards. And I suppose the orders were, “don't tell Kuczi! He's useless! He'll just tell the police and then we'll kill you!” (Hypothetical conjecture. People aren't really that stupid IRL? Oh wait, drug abuse causes paranoia.) Look, I get it. I don't look like much, right?
That's the training. Now then, where are we? Oh yeah, there is no “we.”
Call me when your problems get serious. And always remember that silence is not merely a virtue, or golden.
It is also a spell. (Facts.) Hey, remember when I would get my mic cut when I spoke up? You should, it was last goddam week. Oh, irony, where is thy sting?
Good luck, BRAD!!!! Remember, a Citizen’s self-defense is entrapment of your Oinkerton-chic shenanigans.
And you all knowingly infected me with an STD while I was a minor child and never uttered a word while making me feel stupid (and contagious)! That this resulted in HPV/HSV resilience is irrelevant; it annihilated every possible opportunity available to me comfortably intimate.
Obviously I don't plan to press the issue but when it comes to questionable budgetary choices I am pretty goddam sure you can just cork it, Square-Sib.
Since my precious metals taking FOREVER to liquidate and all of you KNOW EACH OTHER the lack of interest in being supportive is the most obvious combination maneuver imaginable; and of course I've seen it before. No shame in it. It's a power move and could be a game-changer. After all, I might be a dangerous sociopath predator, right? Can't be too careful!
Except, none of you are being careful at all. You're all simply blind with rage at what I've done. That's completely reasonable. You go to work. I don't have to.
You have rules. I have no tolerance. If hardly seems fair. That's because it isn't fair.
IT'S THE LAW. (Standards.) Run along now, Regulators. Go wee-wee-wee all the way home. Or on base. Whatever you call it. Pancake Panhandle Bar Be Hind Bar Dee Eel HQ? (I bet that would have a banger of a secret door knock to go with it.)
I'm not all that bitter. You're all just immensely asinine. PEOPLE>KNOW. And still, you twitch twats can't kick down recompense? Fancy that. It's always something with you badge faggers.
And that's why I love you.
Sow: don't be afraid to
let them show: your true colors.
🚨🚔🚨🚔🚨
They're beautiful like a reign 🏹.
P.S. You're guardians of the public trust. IDGAF how inconvenient it might have seemed, I needed to be READ IN. I am gonna guess that there was a lot of pushback on that issue.
Contact IA and... some JAG department. I forget. This isn't my area. Anyway, do whatever you think is the right thing to do.
While sitting on MY MONEY that I ACTUALLY EARNED and wait for me to LET YOU DECIDE FOR ME because of course that's totally IN YOUR RULES OF ENGAGEMENT largely because my parents were obviously a real problem. (Ostracism is certainly a real solution, for peasants.) And all the inherent bias? No sweat, it only lead to the commission of an actual warcrime. Residential drinking water supplies targeted. Y'all are just totes driven by control dope slung by Cartel heavies, ain’t ya? OH IRONY WHERE IS THY STING???
I can see how speaking up for anything other than another blast of the fetty can be a problem, yo. (Word.) But, look at the bright side:
None of you have to suck my dick even a little. (Standards.) At this point, what difference does it possibly make?
Like, with a cloth? Yeah, okay; take and hold alllll the lunch money, pfft, why not? None of you have to be eating food anyway. (BTW: you're doing the wrong formulation the wrong way at the wrong times for the wrong reasons, but I'm just a needle junkie so obviously ignore me and put me in jail with WHITE SUPREMACIST FAGLORD SHANE BARNES (brilliant name) who thought he was in charge of what drugs I would be exposed to. Golly, that sounds familiar. What is it with you people? Oh yeah, you're all high as balls and in deep, heavy denial all the time and you're part of a worldwide organization of people who all know each other and can throw other people into jail with extraordinarily little effort, and do so whenever they fucking feel like it.
I can see that leading to a little bit of arrogance. Might want to work on that some in between scoring bags of coca and fifths of Stoli.
Signed,
№T_Q
P.S.·. obviously we're pretty fucking far past worrying about hugs. Just throw money at me, you whack-job færie fucktards. What, are you gonna run out? Just confiscate some scratch tickets!
P.P.S.·. “Hurry up and get a job, you stupid Aryan.” Nope, not quite the same ring to it. Tell you what, I'll see what I can do.
P.P.P.S.·. when I fucking feel like it. Go ahead, hold your breath, I want you to. I would imagine one could hold a breath, a gun, and a dick all at once! I bet that's hackneyed though.
P.P.P.P.S.: I should have multiple bills paid and be driving gleefully back and forth from employment to bathtubs. Instead, look at all this FREE FUCKING TIME I have had to SPEAK UP! (I'm not even saying the good stuff.) This may come as a shock to any of you but I'm pretty sure that you're all being driven by Monarch Controllers that do not seek for you to be effective. I am now twice as dismissive and four times as contemptuous. I have no budget whatsoever and whatever suggestions that may have been relevant before are now full-on non-starters. Comparatively, this is a new nadir even for TJ Hooker. Reminder: the entheogenic use of entheogenic substances in spiritual practice is protected free expression in these United States.
AND THAT INCLUDES MY DICK. So there.
No one cares. GIVE ME MY GODDAM MONEY YOU SELFISH TWATMUNCH, YOU HAVE GODDAM MILLIONS THAT YOU USE TO KEEP ME INDEBTED SO AS TO INTERMINABLY HOLD DOMINION SWAY OVER MY ENTIRE LIFE. MOMMY GAYBUCKS, I'M PRETTY SURE YOU'RE COMPENSATING FOR SOMETHING.
AND,
YOU'RE ALL BEING TRAFFICKED, MORE-ONS. FIVE FUCKING YEARS LATER AND YOU'RE ALL HANGING ON LIKE IT'S STALAG 13. HOLY FUCK, GET OVER YOURSELVES. THE LATEST PLOY: SUDDENLY EVERYONE WANTS TO COME HERE TO BLAZE UP, AND THEN THEY LEAVE. (My milkshake does not bring all the boys to the yard.) WHAT BRILLIANT TIMING, IT MUST BE TIME FOR MY CLOSE-UP MR. HITCHCOCK!!
Thinly-veiled contempt isn't unlawful, it's simply suspect. Sows; I'm assuming you've all been raped with some psycho’s MethDick™ and his orders are to render me down to my component
atoms. Blah blah blah. Sounds like a job for Beulah.
It is achingly apparent that none of you are aware that you are all transparent to me. (PaladinVision™ is real.) No shame in it. MIND KONTROL It is rather impressive, once one knows how it works. And it's misuse and subsequent abuse of military hardware is, or ought to be, punished with very severe penalties. Whether it does or not is no business of mine.
Hey, here's an idea:
bring me the bore worms. C‘est magnifique, c‘est formidable, c‘est non? Yeah, I am sure not a one of your little apple dumpling gang sees it my way. Post-hypnotic suggestion is powerful enough on its own. Now, consider the following: ALL OF ALL Y'ALL RAN AROUND GETTING HIGH AS BALLS FOR THREE YEARS WHILE EXCLUDING ME, AND TRIED TO TELL ME THAT HELP WAS NEEDED TO “LOSE WEIGHT.”
Orders are orders. It would seem to me that you're all still a little overloaded. WITH MY VEHICLES, ELECTRONICS, PHYSICAL PRECIOUS METALS, AND MY GODDAM MONEY.
