I'm following the protocol, I think. Nothing actually makes sense. When do I actually get to kill people? That tad bit of intel would really help. 
Should I hand out candy or fruit like Jack The Ripper? Who should I fuck? 
Kelly is a solid choice. Let me know if you get tired of being her bitch. (She's a bruiser. That's my Leafkyrie! No Val; no valor, and no upkeep costs. She can take down her own wendigo for sustenance in the wild. You two made a cute couple of mean mugs. You also made me waste my time, my resources, and my relationship opportunities. Expect karmic clawback.) Now that We have established dominance, We may continue.
Why is this so HARD?
1.) Because it's worth it.
2.) You're a violent and abusive convicted sex criminal, and everyone but you and women without friends knows it. Relax, Chum. I'm sure your debt to society is about to be repaid soon.
Location of the Oklahoma Joe smoker grill... well, not “now” I guess. I hardly need to make demands of the peasantry, Maggot/Mong Son. Welcome to The Next Level.
You're not getting Pinhead. You're getting Deathrayne. (Standards.) Enjoy. As, Dire Wolves aren't really extinct. They simply don't wish to live on the surface of a world that is corrupted by depleted uranium munitions, Fukushima killshot residue, catastrophic Chernobyl chaff, and the cosmetic runoff that ends up in the watershed whenever Cher takes a bath. (She is SO nice! And at this age, she requires an actual cement plant. No shame in it. She's worth it.) Bottom line is that there are multiple Earths. At minimum: two flat, each the anti-matter reflection of the other, and the third, RealWorld™, that we think of as “Reality.” The flat ones are sometimes referred to as Astral, or Ethereal, or Asgard, or Heaven and Hell... you know. Whatevah.
Back to the dire wolves. Replication of the genome to create a new physical form; that's easy. All it takes is the DNA blueprint, a 3d bioform organic printer, permission... and volunteers from Spirit, living souls who would then... be born into the bodies. Like, they need a whole pack.
And: wildlife for prey. Well, Earth ain't got that. So dire wolves are gonna be bred... somewhere else. Sorry, Humanity. Missed your opportunity. Maybe Humanity can concentrate on cleaning up the biosphere they let get fucked up.
As for the article; God’s perfect Plan for Creation ensures that scholarly debunking following the announcement of forbidden technology developments happens automagically, at the direction of The Divine. It used to be The Smithsonian, Men In Black, The>Klan, et cetera. Control groups, in other words. I think autonomous smart contracts on The Ethereum Network are the favored method now. (MiB are thuggy assholes TBQH.)
Now, note that I can't “prove” any of this. Good. I do not seek to convince anyone. However... I do like to answer queries. Especially the unspoken ones.
e.g.: “how the fuck is Jackstar still alive, and why is he so goddam schizo?” It's like this, Punylings: I have permission, I'm effective, and the ladies love īT. I'm like Cassandra with both eyes and a working dick. I skipped over Prophet — for truly, there is none in it — and now I am an Oracle.
Think Magician Humphrey, if not Jewish. For, I am not. Personally, I kinda like kcryptojews. But that's because I can run circles around them while they spend ⅓ of their daily working efforts... on covering their tracks and their scat while fleeing from posses. Because they have enemies. And so do I.
Who they are is none of your goddam business, Punyling mortals. Get the picture? Am I making myself clear?
Ewe got needs. I am here to fulfill them. And if any of you wiseguys have a problem with that... well, that is just too fucking bad.
You all had your chance to defend your world against the affront to your senses that the ascendancy of one such as I represents. Yep, I really am an existential threat to quite a few of you arrogant, abusive bigot fuckhead thuggy-puggy whoremongering bruiser bitches. No shame in it. Everyone has their weaknesses.
And now: everyone has their Master Oracle. (Psychiatric aid is not available at this time; and would cost a lot more than 5¢, Chuck. Where's your football, Old Man? Go fetch.) And you, Azzgab, don't get me, why? Because all of you have seriously pissed me off.
Oracles are for those who seek to become closer to Almighty God. IDGAF what any of you losers want to become closer to, since when given the opportunity, you chose to become closer to my monies, my assets, and my lovers. WTAF?
You had your chance to get close to me. Now you will get closer than any of you ever thought likely — TO THE LASH.
YE WERE WARNED.
YE WERE ALL WARNED.
DO I HAVE TO SPELL THINGS OUT FOR YOU? PFFT. GET A BIGGER DICTIONARY, SMOOTH-BRAINS.
I LOOK CRAZY TO YOU
BECAUSE NONE OF YOU
GET TO DO WHAT I AM CALLED
TO DO. NONE OF YOU CAN SEE
THE THINGS THAT I CAN EASILY
... SEA. THAT'S JUST HOW IT IS.
THERE'S LOTS OF THINGS THAT
YOU PRIMITIVE SCREW-HEADS
CAN DO, THAT I CANNOT. STUFF
I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT.
RATHER THAN TEACH ME,
YOU LITERALLY SOUGHT
TO MURDER MY BODY,
ENTRAP MY SOUL, AND
ENSLAVE THE ESSENCE
OF MY HOLY BEING.
YEAH, YEAH, I'M FLATTERED.
HOWEVER, I AM NOT FUCKED,
NOR SUCKED. NO HUGS! &AND..
NO PAYCHECKS. WAIT, WHAT?
VOW OF POVERTY. MONEY GOES
TO... WHY, I HAVE NO IDEA. I BET
IT'S SOMEONE I TRUST. 🤔DUH.
PORK, WHY? WHY/POURQUOI?
YOU THOUGHT ME YOUR CORNUCOPIA, OINKERS.
I AM IN FACT AN UNFATHOMABLY WELL-DESIGNED TARBABY.
HONK HONK, MOTHERFUCKERS. BOOM>KA-BOOM.
THIS IS NOT A JEST.
I AM NOT YOUR DIRECTOR.
AND THIS WAS ALL MERELY A TEST OF FIDELITY.
SEMPER‡FĪDELIS, DEA. ALSO: YOU ARE UTTERLY FUK’t. (Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, retards. Do you realize: I don't even need an Rx since YOU'RE ON RECORD USING CM TO BRAINWASH MK-∆>KTIVES WHILE ATTEMPTING TO ACCUSE ME OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY. Like how fucking dumb is that? Deep throat dumping meth>Kkcum in order to maintain a 100% lockdown success rate on my dick, somehow that's legal for you ape-ex fuckers... and yet somehow I have a $5,000 cash warrant for “speeding” and SEVEN (7) UNLAWFULLY CONFISCATED VEHICLES? Yeah, you morons must be fucking high as Ben Franklin's kite, alright. BTFO FOREVER: THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT HAS RULED IN ITS LANDMARK DECISION UDV VS. GONZALEZ (2006) THAT ALL OF ALL Y'ALL CAN SIT AND FUCKING SPIN, THUGGY BREWSTER. I EVEN HAVE LEGAL PRECEDENT ALREADY, SINCE THE HALL OF JUSTICE LITERALLY FORGED MY GODDAM SIGNATURE AFTER UNLAWFULLY AND ILLEGALLY DENYING ME ACCESS TO THE SAME MEDICAL TREATMENT THAT THE ALLEGED VICTIM USES ON THE DAILY. ALSO: SHE'S ON SMACK NOW. NO SHAME IN IT.
SOVV... WHAT MAKES ME SO FUCKING WORTH ALL YOUR FUCKING ATTENTION, O PUBLIC SERVANTS? WHAT, PRAY TELL, DOES THE WASHINGTON STATE PATROL HAVE TO SAY IN ITS SUPPORT OF ITS ENFORCEMENT ACTIVITIES, WHICH HAVE INCLUDED FOUR (4) OPERATIVES WITH STARBURST-SHAPED PUPILS AND DUMPING TWO BOXES OF EX-LAX INTO MY GODDAM CUP OF COFFEE? BECAUSE THAT'S ACTUAL FUCKING POISONING. DO I LOOK LIKE RASPUTIN TO ANY OF YOU? WELL, IF YOU GO BY EFFECTIVENESS, I PROBABLY GODDAM DO.
* Jackstar looks like a great babysitter for Royalty.
“Get a job.” Fuck you morons: my plan was always to slingshot myself directly into tenure. The Invisible College. The Unseen University. They are not entirely imaginary. Like my necessity for water rights to the running water THAT I DELIBERATELY INSISTED UPON.
THEN:
NEIGHBOR SHANE WAS INSTRUCTED TO TAKE THEM AWAY. Like duh, of course he works for the real estate management firm that manages MULTIPLE properties. Amongst them: MY DEMESNE.
THAT I AM THE LORD MASTER AND HOLY GUARDIAN DEFENDER OF. (It's not really as impressive as all that, because I put it in all caps, just to take the piss. Nevertheless, rules are rules and you fuckwits are LOCKED IN to a quagmire of legal cantileverage with NO WAY OUT and a striking resemblance to Afghanistan, Tovarisch. GO TO BED, BUDDY. Da fuq? “Drunk and disorderly.” Oh I'm sure that would have made sense to
μou. Because YOU have had to... break the law. Or at least, bend it.
FREEDOM: legal in precedent is no small thing. If you ever pull that shit again where I can see it, you're going back to I.C.E. spook secret prison. After all, it is not like you ever figured out what you were supposed to be doing with your opportunity. (Vegas is Bugsy’s. Texas is Rubini’s. Rivertown is yours... but suddenly you're loitering at the teleportation ferry customs house. How many goddam books do you want to be the protagonist of, New Clouseau? I can make you the next Ace Ventura..I bet you'd love the attention.) Go to bed. Buddy. Weak fucking tea, d00D. Also, speaking of weak T: you really were not very forthcoming with any information, while Hoovering®™ up everything you could. And then exploiting the intel. Because... open season, eh? Eh? And you still missed the headline: ENTRAPMENT.
SABOTAGE OF RESIDENTIAL DRINKING WATER SUPPLIES.
HATE CRIME DISCRIMINATION.
IDENTITY THEFT.
FELONY RACKETEERING, DRUG, SEX, &AND HUMAN TRAFFICKING, FALSE IMPRISONMENT, AGGRAVATED SEXUAL ASSAULT, OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE, WITNESS TAMPERING, AND STATUTORY RAPE AND EXPLOITATION OF TWO (2) MINOR CHILDREN.
“GO TO BED, BUDDY.” AT EIGHT TWENTY-TWO. IN THE SPRINGTIME. BECAUSE “UNCOMFORTABLE.” DUDE.
DO I LOOK LIKE I'M COMFORTABLE? OF COURSE, I AM A STALKING NEEDLE JUNKIE Z·—GGERNAGGOT, SO MY CIVIL RIGHTS CAN BE SET ASIDE AS YOU AND Z·—GGER RYAN CHRISTENSEN SO SEE FIT TO DECLARE. HAVE I GOT ALL THAT CORRECTLY?
ARROGANT, RECKLESS, AND OBLIVIOUS IS NO WAY FOR YOUR MOTHER TO TEACH YOU A LESSON, BUT I'M NOT GONNA LIE: HER BRAINS, YOUR BRAWN, AND MY ÆGIS HAVE CERTAINLY LEFT A STUNNING DIGITAL FORENSICS TRAIL.
D.E.W. 👁️ STUTTER, TAMMER? H.A.M.M.E.R.: On-Line. (Go ahead. Ruin any goddam birthday you want. O, you're welcome.) I still can't forget what I saw: grown-ass men... enraged like I had risen Lenny Bruce from the grave. (>Kudos.) I haven't even published any of it yet. Maybe you can have it tattooed on your back, Nameless One. Pfft. And all I have to do is suck a little penis to make all the bullying stop, right? I just bet.
WELL,
IT'S NONE OF MY GODDAM BUSINESS, I HOPE. I'M BORED OF YOU TWERPS ALREADY, NOW THAT I'VE FIGURED OUT... AH, I'M GONNA SAY HERE: “THINGS’N STUFF.” I'LL SPARE YOU THE DETAILS. YOU WOULD ONLY TELL ME TO SHUT UP. YOU WOULD LABEL ME A SCHIZOPHRENIC. YOU WOULD DEMAND THAT I TAKE “MY MEDS.”
GOOD NEWS, EVERYONE!
MY MEDICATION IS HOT TEEN KUNI
AND I THINK I FEEL THE DT⁷S COMING ON. I MIGHT HAVE A SEIZURE! (I SEES HER!) I MIGHT SWALLOW MY OWN TONGUE!
BUT,
FIRST:
WHAT'S-HER-FACE IS GONNA SWALLOW MY DICK. (Standards.) AND ANYONE WHO CARES TO OBJECT, DON'T SPEAK NOW. I
CAN'T HEAR YOU BANG-BANG-BANG ON THE DOOR TO THE LAW,
MORTALS.
BECAUSE I CHOOSE NOT TO.
LIKE YOU, I HAVE CHOSEN TO
NOT LISTEN. BUT UNLIKE YOU...
I AM ON THE SIDE OF THE DOOR
THAT ALLOWS MY CONTINUED
EFFICACY. AND YOU ARE ON THE
SIDE OF THE DOOR THAT —
*iSLAM!* Allahu Aslan A_LI_§″№ⁿⁿī℅demus & an Algonquin Shaman walk into a bar. Which one makes the best profit?
I RETRACT THE QUERY.
I WILL FIND OUT MYSELF.
I WILL LET CURRENCY PASS OVER AND THROUGH ME.
AND WHEN IT IS GONE...
I WILL RETAIN A VERY MODEST 5.5%. DOESN'T THAT SOUND NICE? YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO TITHE. AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO FUCK YOURSELVES OFF AND DIE, EITHER.
NGL: LFG TO GET IN OUT AND PUSH. YOU SAD, CRUSTY LOT IN HERE ARE SOFT OF SPINE AND STIFF OF SHITDICK.
EWE DO YOU. I DON'T JUDGE. BUT IF I DID...
I'D START WITH HOW YOU KILLED ANYONE AND EVERYONE ELSE THAT MIGHT HAVE KEPT YOU FROM THIS EPIC FUMBLE. THIS IS IT. THE END OF THE MOVIE.
THE START OF YOUR PÅ¡ī\!. GOOD. YOU ARE ALL CLEARLY READY FOR NEW AND NOVEL WAYS FOR THE DIVINE TO MAKE USE OF YOUR FREE FUCKING TIME.
BECAUSE: WARCRIMES. ACTUAL WARCRIMES. HOW FUCKING BORED COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY BEEN? /SMDH
I CAN GUARANTEE YOU ALL,:
IT WILL BE A COLD FUCKING DAY IN GODDAM HELL BEFORE ANY OF YOU SWINDLING, ABUSIVE, CRIMINAL REPROBATES ARE EVER GONNA BE THAT BORED AGAIN.
BECAUSE YOU
YES, YOU
YOU ARE LIVING IN SOME INTERESTING TIMES. THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE.
DO NOT DELIBERATELY PISS ME OFF.
FOR I WILL TAKE UMBRAGE.
AND: YOUR SCROTES. BET ME, FUCK-0s.
With God, anything is possible.
And with thine teabags as down payment;
THE
MAGI>K IN BROAD>KCASTING
CONTENT DELIVERY NETW∆₹>K
#OFFICIALLY
... does not exist. I was never here. Get back to whatever it is you think you do around here. No shame in it.
&AND.NOW,.NOT.MUCH.ME..PERIOD.👁️❌⭕❌🥩🔨
(Also: no Fresca®™. Fuck urmo. Shalom, HAGZ⁷n·–g¡jFAGZ.) 🏴☠️⚖️👻🆑⛎🅱️5:5°ⁿ_|_no°°T