Davey and Goliath

[Master Trollda]

Do you know if they did Moral Orel?

I don’t think I’m familiar with that.

[Master Trollda]

D&G was made by the same guy who made Gumby, Art Clokey. I believe both were sydicated and shown on The Commander Tom Show: Rocket Ship 7.

[comaphobe]

Good info MT, is that signed promo thing from your personal vault? It looks signed right in the middle area

He must be in his mid or late 70s by now. I check every once in a while to make sure he is still alive. Irv is gone, and the sports guy who I forget his name but I think he was a tad younger than Irv and Tom. But those channel 7 guys have been departed for some time now.

Ernie Coombs was also really worthy and respectable. He was on Canadian TV but was an American who became a duel citizen during his long broadcasting career in Canada. He had the hidden lady with the Casey and Finnegan puppets. His show was pure class just like Commander Tom's was.

I wish I could have met either of them.

[Robert Mugabe]

Was this an East coast thing? I was NJ.

I'm STFU.

[Worthauger]

I'm STFU.

I am belting out the sun and the stars with absolutely no hanging feedback. How does it feel to know I have fewer limits, and you have already convinced yourself fast?


STFU. No, actually, telling other people to clam up is exceptionally odd behavior when not in a time of war. Is there a new struggle? I just took care of the last one. I might have some time. So I rather don't get the meaning.

It could be that I broke down the next segment of Ongoing Narrative, and while I was satisfied with the experience and I'm getting the impression that my speaking choices are considered unwelcome.

Is this right? Oh, by the way, I'm either prepping to finish or am about halfway through an actual (PROT), so while I am sure some never think about it, this process is ongoing, and it's fascinating.

Also, I somehow managed to fend off some advances yesterday by being overwhelmingly rejective and I imagine predictable results will ensue. Tell you what, I'll STFU about that.

I would like to talk about these pants though, but, well, fuck it. I'm just gonna say it: tummysticks is actually boring compared to Sourcery. /shrug


Now, I really dig these Davey/Goliath things but I understand how sudden unexpected shifts are discomfiting. And this was unexpected, huh? Look, not an ambush, but an airdrop, these things happen in Divine timing, and I deliberately choose these Godly-type words to describe myself, because, I think it's funny to watch people freak out about my own reality. Like, I would lie for what reason?

"I saw a portal, and some beings invited me out, and I said, "No, my mom's is gonna need me." And they made sure I was serious, and then, they took off, seemingly blowing up the ship they brought with them in an instant? I don't know. At the time, I didn't know legit tens of thousands of people were seeing something else. I found out and wondered if anyone else got 3 blue spheres in their bedroom while alone? And was I gonna feel stupid for skipping the yacht ride... just for my stupid mother? That dumb ninny? I am staying behind just to watch her die?

Not a single goddam regret and of course, leaving my body and going elsewhere sounded good, but that was just because I had no idea that hospice for my mother was the best job ever, and I also wasn't sure if someone knew what the fuck they were doing, but I would definitely prefer to be prepared if someone wised up, than not to be.

Remember: I did not report to NORAD. I immediately reported directly to Art Bell and I fucking knew that was the same goddam thing. And here I am. I forget who killed him, I don't remember this shit, it just gets transmitted. i'm too busy thinking about the new administration's labor retreat.

It has fancy needles. And you make this Space, and then... Jesus, who can't have needles? Oh, right, blackmail/extortion targets. I would love to tell that fat tubby fuck how he's a dipshit and a million, however... I don't think that would be right for a child to know that his father is stupid, honestly, that kind of comment should be held back until IMMEDIATELY after he drops dead of a heart attack, hopefully with a little bit of rolling around and gargling, because I am sure they will both be impressed by the upgrades to their Crown chakric bond that I arranged... oh, months ago. Maybe years? The kid is precocious. Honestly, who wouldn't want to have a dead father? I know that I ask mine to go Ghost Mode and stalk all my ex-girlfriends all the time, and of course, he totescomplies.

Fortunately mine doesn't come around often. I'm really looking forward to it. Like I could give a shit about this broadminded and small-sacked chode. HOWEVER: I like his scion. Kid shows promise. I'll convert him to Hungarianism INSTANTLY on natural father death. What's he gonna do? Appeal? I'm a fucking Bishop. Like I give a shit. If I wanted a pet to follow me around and worship me, I would have let someone nail me to the wall as their beard. Lots of options. Surprise! It sucked.

Speaking of which: I can't hardly wait to see the Enforcement Package coming up. Like, I have been prepping for the Showcase Showdown for fucking years. I mean, no rush to see you embarrassed, but I don't see the fear coming up at all. I am relaxed.


I am also not a big fat fucking alcoholic lying doucheback poncedick, with a dandy as an ally, so, I'm not sweating the world which is up to come. Look, it's real simple, I don't give a shit if you ever die at all, if I get a request from Dogboy Wondershrimp after 13yo>, I'm gonna tell him the truth: you're an asshole and that means nothing because we are -aligned- assholes. Oh, i'm the bad influence, huh?


You're an actual King Kong Nigger and I could give a shit about your fucking baseless whining and carrying on. You know what would have helped? Not being a shithead bigot. On the bright side, I think everyone learned that lesson this time. N'est-ce pas?

Next time don't imagine yourself as outthinking an apex predator when Keyser Soze's wife is on line 2, and can't remember how to get to the airport... like, is that code? Tell you what, just take him and fucking run, how about that? Oh, right, I forgot, it's a scam attempt and y'all thought you were being -subtle.-

Look, we love you both, but neither of us are dumb enough to be pawns in your stupid parent shell game. What's the threat here? Oh no, I might never have to deal with a big pain in the ass again? Okay, first of all: telepath. Second of all: save it for Sober Watch Tower Panda Express. Like, I swear to fucking -G-d.-

If I had known this would be nine months, without your ingorant bellyaching whining about shit you only think you know stuff about, holy shit, I would have been whistling Dixie the whole fucking time. Instead, I am in -awe-. Watching this from below? Holy damn it must BE TOTES AWESOME. Especially the part where it probably isn't that for you.

Thanks for the cigar. I wish you had been made clear: it's pretty fucking unwise to trifle with Jackstar in front of your kid, unless you think I want him to actually forget that I actually am better than you at mostly everything. Like, what you got? Oh, right, cooking. Well, right on, gosh, impulse cravings. Wow.

I already knew that "never helping me" was the order of the day, lol. Note that it still worked out okay.

Go give an object lesson to someone or something. Christ. Oh, wow, did I get fuckin' fed up of your total fucking bullshit at the exact right time? Wow, that hardly ever happens. See you at the party, Richter.

I know it looks like I crave the company of an argumentative brat on a constant basis--I do love the taller, rounder, more shrieky than whiney one, to be sure--but the sum point of fact is this: you all had no idea what was going on, and I saved your goddam bacon, and I could give a shit if you knew, know, or ever do know.

Your fucking kid knows, why don't you ask him how to say niggerbiffle too? You arrogant gaslighting retard fuckhead. Sure, I miss you. Un peu. What I do miss is seeing you being forced, day by day, question by question, have to come up with an answer to the question that makes SENSE.


What the fuck happened to Jack? Oh, I'll fucking tell him. Is he 13? I'll risk it. 18? Dude, I'll tell him -any-thing. And, here's why: I watched you all fucking lie to him, and me, lots and lots.

I am, of course, devastated beyond all rational functioning to be ejected clear of your torturous shitshow. And, that's okay: I wasn't in there involved anyway. Soooo... buh?

I'm good. Catch you later. Here, take these Flintstones vitamins, he probably thinks Betty is the tall one. And I did something wrong, eh?



ultra lol.

[Master Trollda]

I'm STFU.

Hey, STFU, post often. 

There is a name change thread I think.

[Master Trollda]

Good info MT, is that signed promo thing from your personal vault? It looks signed right in the middle area

He must be in his mid or late 70s by now. I check every once in a while to make sure he is still alive. Irv is gone, and the sports guy who I forget his name but I think he was a tad younger than Irv and Tom. But those channel 7 guys have been departed for some time now.

Ernie Coombs was also really worthy and respectable. He was on Canadian TV but was an American who became a duel citizen during his long broadcasting career in Canada. He had the hidden lady with the Casey and Finnegan puppets. His show was pure class just like Commander Tom's was.

I wish I could have met either of them.

No, it’s not mine. I just did an image search. I have fond memories of The Commander Tom Show though and I think the “Canadian” guy you’re talking about is Mr. Dressup, which is funny because that’s what those in the know call the current PM now.

[comaphobe]

No, it’s not mine. I just did an image search. I have fond memories of The Commander Tom Show though and I think the “Canadian” guy you’re talking about is Mr. Dressup, which is funny because that’s what those in the know call the current PM now.

He sure claimed that title. What a disgraceful piece of soyshit! The bastard son of Castro is a complete weirdo. All those pics were from official meetings. His private function costumes go even beyond those. What a meatball, I hate that soylent tyrant! He is a limp wristed goofball!

The programming they give kids these days is bizzare. In the 90s they had that purple diddling-dinosaur who had a strange act and apparently also a perverted wrapsheet. Now they put lifestyle choice riddles on the back of cereal boxes. MK ultra with marshmallows. Mental warfare.

Imagineers at D. all have tits and dicks now too and their themeparks have gone into decline with massive re-theming all aimed at a toddler age group. From Epcot being a state of the art window to the self sustainable future.of utopian society of the illuminated humans, it has been deconstructed and dumbed down for entertainment purposes. Disney had a fully automated transit system 50 years before any municipality had anything remotely on par. Now they are selling lifestyle-mob merchandise while p!mping k!ds and tracking and micro-managing their guest's mediochre experiences and every move in their devolved biometric Florida parks.

In 30 years we have gone from the Ivy League secret rulers of the whirled attending Bohemian Grove and the remains of The Hell Fire Club, now reduced to a minority of zany uneducated TV-addicted goofballs with media power sucking their thumbs and talking like valleygirls while tucking their willies into their asses and twirling their fingers in their hair while growing a beard with a half blue bowl cut shaved on one side. Usually accompanied by balloon animal shaped dildo, probably to give out to k!ds.

Soon all celebrities and media darlings will hang. Politicians need to be round up and publicly .EXE'd in the street in front of all the masses. Bluescreen is now. These clowns are not in charge of anything.

[K_Dubb]

How cute Trollda has a rage mate ☺️

[Master Trollda]

How cute. Trollda has a rage mate ☺️

I fixed it for you but seriously, learn how to write a proper sentence. 

P.S. I think with your lot trying to foist your alphabet agenda on everyone you’ll find that I have a lot of rage mates now and that list only grows bigger everyday. Keep going!

[Robert Mugabe]

K_Schlubb's latest foray into weapons-grade knitwear is the most harrowing example yet. It looks like he's ripped the guts out of some small animal that was misguidedly wandering past him, and has then draped it over his knobbly shoulders as part of some homo rite of passage. Maybe the smell of rotten flesh gets the gays scampering out of their burrows (they always lurk underground, as we all know) all ready to bugger each other, until someone turns the hose on all this beastliness.

I think he's gone into full tertiary gay syphillis mode. He'll probably try to throw himself into Puget Sound (or 'Push-it-in Soundly, as that filth likes to refer to it) any minute, the nasty thing.

[Master Trollda]

K_Schlubb's latest foray into weapons-grade knitwear is the most harrowing example yet. It looks like he's ripped the guts out of some small animal that was misguidedly wandering past him, and has then draped it over his knobbly shoulders as part of some homo rite of passage. Maybe the smell of rotten flesh gets the gays scampering out of their burrows (they always lurk underground, as we all know) all ready to bugger each other, until someone turns the hose on all this beastliness.

I think he's gone into full tertiary gay syphillis mode. He'll probably try to throw himself into Puget Sound (or 'Push-it-in Soundly, as that filth likes to refer to it) any minute, the nasty thing.

While that may all be true I think it’s the jabs that have him this fucked up. 

[Robert Mugabe]

While that may all be true I think it’s the jabs that have him this fucked up. 

Something has happened to him. I hope and pray it's nothing too trivial. Considering his lifestyle he should have been dead years ago, what with all the roadside bestiality and industrial strength AIDS.

[Robert Mugabe]

I am belting out the sun and the stars with absolutely no hanging feedback. How does it feel to know I have fewer limits, and you have already convinced yourself fast?


STFU. No, actually, telling other people to clam up is exceptionally odd behavior when not in a time of war. Is there a new struggle? I just took care of the last one. I might have some time. So I rather don't get the meaning.

It could be that I broke down the next segment of Ongoing Narrative, and while I was satisfied with the experience and I'm getting the impression that my speaking choices are considered unwelcome.

Is this right? Oh, by the way, I'm either prepping to finish or am about halfway through an actual (PROT), so while I am sure some never think about it, this process is ongoing, and it's fascinating.

Also, I somehow managed to fend off some advances yesterday by being overwhelmingly rejective and I imagine predictable results will ensue. Tell you what, I'll STFU about that.

I would like to talk about these pants though, but, well, fuck it. I'm just gonna say it: tummysticks is actually boring compared to Sourcery. /shrug


Now, I really dig these Davey/Goliath things but I understand how sudden unexpected shifts are discomfiting. And this was unexpected, huh? Look, not an ambush, but an airdrop, these things happen in Divine timing, and I deliberately choose these Godly-type words to describe myself, because, I think it's funny to watch people freak out about my own reality. Like, I would lie for what reason?

"I saw a portal, and some beings invited me out, and I said, "No, my mom's is gonna need me." And they made sure I was serious, and then, they took off, seemingly blowing up the ship they brought with them in an instant? I don't know. At the time, I didn't know legit tens of thousands of people were seeing something else. I found out and wondered if anyone else got 3 blue spheres in their bedroom while alone? And was I gonna feel stupid for skipping the yacht ride... just for my stupid mother? That dumb ninny? I am staying behind just to watch her die?

Not a single goddam regret and of course, leaving my body and going elsewhere sounded good, but that was just because I had no idea that hospice for my mother was the best job ever, and I also wasn't sure if someone knew what the fuck they were doing, but I would definitely prefer to be prepared if someone wised up, than not to be.

Remember: I did not report to NORAD. I immediately reported directly to Art Bell and I fucking knew that was the same goddam thing. And here I am. I forget who killed him, I don't remember this shit, it just gets transmitted. i'm too busy thinking about the new administration's labor retreat.

It has fancy needles. And you make this Space, and then... Jesus, who can't have needles? Oh, right, blackmail/extortion targets. I would love to tell that fat tubby fuck how he's a dipshit and a million, however... I don't think that would be right for a child to know that his father is stupid, honestly, that kind of comment should be held back until IMMEDIATELY after he drops dead of a heart attack, hopefully with a little bit of rolling around and gargling, because I am sure they will both be impressed by the upgrades to their Crown chakric bond that I arranged... oh, months ago. Maybe years? The kid is precocious. Honestly, who wouldn't want to have a dead father? I know that I ask mine to go Ghost Mode and stalk all my ex-girlfriends all the time, and of course, he totescomplies.

Fortunately mine doesn't come around often. I'm really looking forward to it. Like I could give a shit about this broadminded and small-sacked chode. HOWEVER: I like his scion. Kid shows promise. I'll convert him to Hungarianism INSTANTLY on natural father death. What's he gonna do? Appeal? I'm a fucking Bishop. Like I give a shit. If I wanted a pet to follow me around and worship me, I would have let someone nail me to the wall as their beard. Lots of options. Surprise! It sucked.

Speaking of which: I can't hardly wait to see the Enforcement Package coming up. Like, I have been prepping for the Showcase Showdown for fucking years. I mean, no rush to see you embarrassed, but I don't see the fear coming up at all. I am relaxed.


I am also not a big fat fucking alcoholic lying doucheback poncedick, with a dandy as an ally, so, I'm not sweating the world which is up to come. Look, it's real simple, I don't give a shit if you ever die at all, if I get a request from Dogboy Wondershrimp after 13yo>, I'm gonna tell him the truth: you're an asshole and that means nothing because we are -aligned- assholes. Oh, i'm the bad influence, huh?


You're an actual King Kong Nigger and I could give a shit about your fucking baseless whining and carrying on. You know what would have helped? Not being a shithead bigot. On the bright side, I think everyone learned that lesson this time. N'est-ce pas?

Next time don't imagine yourself as outthinking an apex predator when Keyser Soze's wife is on line 2, and can't remember how to get to the airport... like, is that code? Tell you what, just take him and fucking run, how about that? Oh, right, I forgot, it's a scam attempt and y'all thought you were being -subtle.-

Look, we love you both, but neither of us are dumb enough to be pawns in your stupid parent shell game. What's the threat here? Oh no, I might never have to deal with a big pain in the ass again? Okay, first of all: telepath. Second of all: save it for Sober Watch Tower Panda Express. Like, I swear to fucking -G-d.-

If I had known this would be nine months, without your ingorant bellyaching whining about shit you only think you know stuff about, holy shit, I would have been whistling Dixie the whole fucking time. Instead, I am in -awe-. Watching this from below? Holy damn it must BE TOTES AWESOME. Especially the part where it probably isn't that for you.

Thanks for the cigar. I wish you had been made clear: it's pretty fucking unwise to trifle with Jackstar in front of your kid, unless you think I want him to actually forget that I actually am better than you at mostly everything. Like, what you got? Oh, right, cooking. Well, right on, gosh, impulse cravings. Wow.

I already knew that "never helping me" was the order of the day, lol. Note that it still worked out okay.

Go give an object lesson to someone or something. Christ. Oh, wow, did I get fuckin' fed up of your total fucking bullshit at the exact right time? Wow, that hardly ever happens. See you at the party, Richter.

I know it looks like I crave the company of an argumentative brat on a constant basis--I do love the taller, rounder, more shrieky than whiney one, to be sure--but the sum point of fact is this: you all had no idea what was going on, and I saved your goddam bacon, and I could give a shit if you knew, know, or ever do know.

Your fucking kid knows, why don't you ask him how to say niggerbiffle too? You arrogant gaslighting retard fuckhead. Sure, I miss you. Un peu. What I do miss is seeing you being forced, day by day, question by question, have to come up with an answer to the question that makes SENSE.


What the fuck happened to Jack? Oh, I'll fucking tell him. Is he 13? I'll risk it. 18? Dude, I'll tell him -any-thing. And, here's why: I watched you all fucking lie to him, and me, lots and lots.

I am, of course, devastated beyond all rational functioning to be ejected clear of your torturous shitshow. And, that's okay: I wasn't in there involved anyway. Soooo... buh?

I'm good. Catch you later. Here, take these Flintstones vitamins, he probably thinks Betty is the tall one. And I did something wrong, eh?



ultra lol.

Thank you for your post. I have noted its contents and promise a full reply within 20 years. Or 25, depending how long the therapy takes. Calling me a King King nigger is not something I can easily get over, so my second will call on you in the morning and we can arrange to settle our differences like gentlemen.

[Brother OJ]

What's the gay-male euquivalent of the wine aunt?