Election Night 2020

[Innerreach]

You too Catsmile, I'm going to watch you choke on this short lived victory later. LMFAO You guys are so naive and 2 dimensional. Enjoy the victory lap! Oh, and congratulations!

[paladin1991]

#triggered

Never heard of David Rotchld.  Couldn't give a single fuck.  I''m pretty sure Ivanka feels the same.

[Dr. MD MD]

The 2020 election is discredited by a fake MSM media and their faked polls. McCain got revenge from the grave, and Trump is only to blame for Arizona and Nevada. Trump should have stoked NV's destroyed economy by killing Biden with his planned Shut Down and by sending Pence to heal wounds in AZ.

Trump has given The Republican Party a way to transform to help the working class and bring back jobs from China and shut down illegal alien southern border crossings.

Trump is lucky to lose the 2020 election with economy not able to recover for years to come with a radical House able to bloc his agenda.

Let the Democrats self-destruct with Open Borders and raising taxes and shutting down the economy with lock downs. A Republication Senate can do a prevent-defense in the meantime.

If Trump loses GA and AZ, then he is a loser by not winning those Republican states. No excuses!

This is Trump's only way to comeback... in 2024.

He's lost 2020 once all the legal votes are counted. Better not be a sore loser and accept defeat once the state elections are certified by December.

So, once again you want us to turn a blind eye to the massive corruption and just believe what the MSM is saying as legit?

[Dr. MD MD]

[sniff, sniff] Smells like faggot in here all of a sudden.

[Dr. MD MD]

Yep, definitely faggot.

[Dr. MD MD]

Is it still considered gay if a guy fucks male yaks? 🤔

[Innerreach]

Somebody obviously has dementia here being unable to spell properly.

All bullshit aside, you look like one sexy ass bitch riding that rooster.. So, keep it up.

[Dr. MD MD]

All bullshit aside, you look like one sexy ass bitch riding that rooster.. So, keep it up.

He really prefers to ride yaks though.

[Dr. MD MD]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Pi-BLyMv3s

[Innerreach]

He really prefers to ride yaks though.

Hey, whatever gets you off...

[Dr. MD MD]

Hey, whatever gets you off...

Not me, the Mongolian short bus.

[Jackstar]

I just like take the moment to mention, that ever since the election day, I have been largely not using the internet and been largely offline dealing with IRL issues. Not only have I not checked one single little bit of election result coverage at all since the night itself, I didn't even vote again this time. That's right.

I didn't vote in the 2016 election, and I didn't vote in the 2020 election. And I feel great about this. I also did NOT: openly, knowingly lie to any one; abandon anyone; betray anyone; send any one up the river; knowingly lie to myself and thereby to the entire rest of the world; deliberately avoid performing a duty that I knew had to be done for no other reason than my own procrastinating and laziness compelling me to do so; kicked any puppies; engaged in sexual congress outside the boundaries of my personal committed relationship without consultation of my partner; lied to my partner about the messages that I've sent to other people; secretly been worshiping warlock the entire time I've been talking about being a minister for Christ; or delivered the shocker to a woman unexpectedly.

I'll be honest, the last one was kind of a tough one to maintain a firm commitment to, cuz I didn't exactly promise to never give anyone The Shocker.. Remember this is a list of things I have not done in 2020. What's important for this thread that includes this election that I did not vote in. I was considering finally choosing myself as a write-in candidate. I have a few friends to do this every year, they say "I think I could do the job better than anyone else, so I'm going to vote for me," and they always sound like unbelievably pretentious self-absorbed pricks, so I was not going to do that.

Ultimately I decided not to vote for two reasons. For one thing I've never voted for Trump in my life, and why start now? The guy has been destined to be president at this time since before he was born. I knew in 1989 in high school that it was going to be President Trump one day. He was on fucking Oprah saying he's going to do it. He had book after book with his name on the best seller list. He had a freaking board game. His board game was actually cool. It wasn't just branded marketing and colors construction paper. It was a legitimately designed new kind of board game with a twist on Monopoly combined with it's a large number of innovative elements. Who does all this much stuff? Who does it with him?  Someone with a long-term plan, that's who. And anyone who's really willing to do a long-term plan that far ahead, was going to know already that I wasn't going to vote and that they would plan for that: so we're good.

Now, speaking of a long-term plan, there's a couple things I like to get clear, and now seems as fine a place as any. First of all The Strike. This is an ongoing concern. I continue to be violently and virulently opposed to totalitarian censorship. And for what I've seen here... BellGab is not making the correct noises. Oh no. Not even a little bit.

I'm not going to get into it here just yet--I have other things to do in other places to be. Trust me. However one of the results of the earlier strike, with some of you may have imagined had ended with the return of David Rubini as a poster here, May not have realized that the David rubinia account is not here. Oh no: this is the Rubini Magick account. This is a big deal. This is a huge deal. Some of you may not realize. I'm going to break it down for you right now. Get ready.

Grapefruit and I are having an iconoclastic schism. This is actually extremely unexpected between us. And it's unexpected development happened at the same time a whole bunch of reasonably expected developments, you know the usual: she's a liar, she's a whore; she literally has taken money for whoring; she's eating a bedding being accomplished too and outright full-on committing multiple levels of insurance and benefit fraud, and in fact has her entire life; she's actually the lead Scion of a family of quasi gypsy f****** c**** that have been lying and cheating and c****** their stupid f****** way across the peninsula for the who knows how many f****** decades. They come from.... well let's put this way I don't want to get too deep into it.

Also she has used her food stamp benefits from time to time in exchange for recompense to me for, well let's just say... Certain sexually explicit food-related activities that needed to be... well, look, it's hard to get into some of these details. Also I've been having difficulty communicating with her at all ever since The Schism happened, because frankly I can't believe some of the things that she's tried to claim is being the case, and so I have to go back to investigating rebuild the foundational language that binds us together, and find out how she can believe such and possibly dumb things, without realizing that she's wrong. The investigation is ongoing--currently I'm looking at the possibility that she's actually illiterate and the only way that she's actually able to participate here in the forum is through some sort of shaman mystic ritual where she reads the forum through the eyes of a crow and makes her posts with the help of a fleet of very clever caterpillars. There is actually a case in the historical record that's similar--I know it sounds ridiculous but you would be surprised at the world we're on--things just really aren't as they seem.

for example hardly anybody knows this but I'm actually a Native American as well. Like, legit. I don't have a tribe myself because my entire family is dead and I'm the last of my line, so technically I'm a tribe of one--which is way cooler than it sounds. for one thing it automatically makes my penis 10% bigger as a racial bonus, because the way penises are measured depends on cultural variations. (think about it where do you put the base of the ruler? Some folks think that goes all the way back to the anus. No joke.) for another because there's only one of me I don't have to argue with anybody about where we're going to go out for Chinese food or whether we're going to get pizza or whether they're going to hate on that guy or they're going to make peace with them. I don't have to think about what did my dad say to about those kind of guys or is my uncle still a war with those people or did my cousin get cheated on a poker the other day? sadly a little in fact about Native American tribes these days in North America is that they spent a lot of time arguing about stupid f****** s*** and they were stupid to start with a lot of them. I don't mean to say anything rude: I'm sure a lot of people who are deeply involved in the Native American culture would agree off the record mostly, there's some f****** dumb f****** redskins out there. Of course same can be said of all types of peoples, but as careful astute students of human physiology know, redskin is the best skin.

I'm not looking at starting trouble. Not at all. I in fact love grapefruit and I love her family. I do. And the fact that every single last f****** one of them has blocked my phone number from sending them lots and lots and text messages as I explained to them a great length and an exquisite detail what exactly needs to be done about certain things--I know for a fact that they know exactly what I'm talking about, and I further know that every single one of them that agrees with me is not allowed to openly agree with me because otherwise other people in the family who disagree with them would cause trouble.

That's too bad. Now ordinarily I would be the first person to say let's start some trouble. However number one, in the situation there's a number of children involved, minor children, and a significant proportion of them are quite adorable lovely growing young people. some of their absolute rat think bastards you should be f****** slaughtered at dawn after spending all night in the husk out getting slops jumped on them alternated with pigs with diarrhea. Now having said that, these are still beautiful innocent children of God, in spite of the fact that they are all--all--part barefoot savage, part feathernigger. Now don't get me wrong: not only do I love niggers I also love featherniggers. Some people say that the beadnigger is a superior nigger--Truth be told I have not sampled all of the types of Native American tribes, no where close, but due to past events in my life involving a brie f encounter with a palladian ambassador, I like feathers. Except some white people that looks trashy.

So anyway, I don't know if I've ever made this clear to everybody but, Grapefruit herself is of Native American stock. And of course I'm speaking euphemistically there: The stone cold solid fact is, SpaceMeowMaid is an absolute stone cold solid barefoot savage feathernigger, with not just a little bit of a smattering of beadnigger in there too.

And now before you get all upset, I'm aware that some of you think that the n-word is a big problem. To those people I have only the following to say: shut the fuck up and grow up. It is a goddamn word. It does not have magic powers. There are words that do have magic powers that is not one of them. It has a different kind of power to call it magic is not appropriate.

I will continue to discuss the nature of the word nigger in a forthcoming post, upcoming soon. Stay tuned. We will know for now that I do not mean any disrespect to SpaceMeowMaid for her racial and cultural makeup. Now not many people understand this at all of course, but she and I very early on a relationship, made it very clear to each other we do not have racial prejudices within our makeups, in general. I say in general because she herself is actually racist against all men, especially men that she's attracted to because that makes her think of ... Well I don't want to get into it right now. I would not want to speak for her on this issue right now. She doesn't have her drums at hand; it's not fair. there are cultural limitations for her ability to debate and not able to beat on a drum while she's talking about a point makes it harder for her to make her point because of... well reasons. Look, I know it's complicated but stay with me here.

I've intentionally written this post in a manner that is consistent with certain guidelines about structured magickal workings. One will note this is magick with K. As is plainly a parent there are two different words magic, five letters, no K, and of course the actual word itself that we're actually talking about, M-A-G-I-C-K, YOU F****** ILLITERATE F****** C*** F***, it's f****** magick. Because number one magic refers to stage magic. Like David Copperfield. Like Doug Henning. Like the Federal Reserve. Like that black PR garbage that that one David Rubini flooded the board with. That's not reality. That's a parliament trick. When one camouflage is the magician pulling doves out of his double-breasted suit by having everyone look at the assistant with the huge bazumbas in the big ass who's dancing around not doing anything at all really but everybody's looking at her, nobody's looking at where the guy is just pulling acme doves out of an acme hat. Magic is skilled control of the perception of reality.

Magick, refers to a different kind of controlled skill, that being the direct manipulation of reality. now I understand a lot of you don't believe in this stuff. That's not the point I'm going to get to. The point I'm getting to is it much to my surprise I discovered that not only is space meow made exceptionally hard named to come up with on Google voice recognition, she's also an immense closet racist because due to her past experiences with a bunch of bastards, and they're gangstalking handlers, she has a certain amount of prejudice built in that she's mostly unaware of: and that is she tends to automatically trust women and distrust men--and the more attracted she is to the man, the more she's going to distrust him, as well as vice versa, just a key point we're going to get to you later in upcoming post, I can assure you.

That's one extremely pertinent part of the schism, because has one might imagine, in my past rule which was stated to me as Most Attractive Man To Me, for a solid 3 years running, is I. And as they say familiarity breeds contempt... Have a little while I started noticing, hey this broad is not give me a fair shake. She's misjudging me she's imagining things that aren't happening she's being distrustful in ways that I wouldn't be distressful of an actual nigger, it became apparent that I was not really automatically assumed to be trustworthy around the preview button girls of the family tribal unit... Just a whole bunch of ridiculous stuff. I don't know about you but I'm pretty clear I'm not attracted to women who are not sexually mature, so I didn't notice it for a long time The strange looks the weird blocks on the doors the strange addresses... Basically all designed to keep crazed white men (like they thought I was at first) away from their redskin wimmins. Honestly can't hardly blame them. They're all pretty cute. The problem I had that developed into a full-blown PROBLEM as soon as I consciously recognize it, is that I was being the victim of prejudice unconsciously.

Or perhaps consciously. More on that later. Right now back to the magick part. Now when David Rubini started talking about "Rubini Magic", I instantly automatically corrected it by adding the K. Because that's how it's done. And then he tried to tell me that that was wrong, at the same time jumping right in, operating against me on a key issue, she agrees with this know-nothing wop faggot, without even beginning a discussion, we shouldn't make any sense to me at all because shouldn't this be something we could go to tribal council, or doesn't she have to go out in the woods and find some extra beads or something--so I went clear on how other Native Americans do it because as a tribal one I just do whatever the f*** I want cuz I am both chief and squadock. It's nice. I get a lot of freedom. It's nice. During during the lockdown, essential travel only: yeah that's me. I'm the only one I try who's also going to go gather the salmon and the in the beads or whatever! I got to go out you can't stop me! he was great I never loved his lawn lockdown for even a minute this year. what was that like having to stay at home and never go anywhere? Was that annoying? Now I bet. Not me though. I'm a superior man.

So back to the point I was confused that my girlfriend and this wop were suddenly working against me together as if it was born and bred in them. Now I ask what the hell is going on I didn't get answers that made sense: they said things like it's automatically evil because Christ and I'm like... What? Then space mail model pipes up and squeaks, "it's evil cuz it's from Crowley! And he's bad!" And it also blows my mind, cuz for one thing again no discussion about whether or not it's bad or good within the council I guess they already decided this ahead of time, and then she's pronouncing Crowley like like an owl. Not like a crow, not like an owl. I know I know something's immediately rotten Denmark because she's got crows around her all the time she can go to the grocery store without talking to the crows I'm not even kidding she's got check with the crow to see which chicken to slaughter for divination. Look. Trust me. There's a lot of it that secret and private and personal, and there's a lot of it you just wouldn't even believe, so I didn't want to muddy the water here. The long story short my girlfriend who at the time was looking like my girlfriend, start talking mad s*** about something she doesn't know anything about because if she doesn't know that Crowley is supposed to rhyme with holy, she can basically just f*** right off down side up hamo into the f****** clover. okay so within like 10 12 seconds of this s*** coming out it's on like donkey Kong and it's been a f****** family blood feud ever since.

I'm sure you have all heard some rumors. There are reasons for that. in order to protect the privacy and sanctity of certain Native American peoples and their very important prior rituals, additional material has been inserted into the narrative thread so that nobody will automatically know which kind of feather belongs to my girlfriend. And then at the moment I'm not particularly prepared to say who my girlfriend is, because as soon as that f****** b**** told me that I was evil because I believe in magick, I couldn't believe that she was expecting me to take it seriously, and then she and this illiterate wop n*****, turns out ends up turns out they're both turbo-crypto-kikes.

And that, that might be something there might be something wrong with. I don't actually know, because at this point this matter is not in my area this is something that I'm heavily biased about because obviously I've strong feelings about being called evil by my f****** girlfriend and getting backed up by some f****** chopperhead monkey face who thinks he knows what's what better than me or her and I'm f****** Clergy. I've credentials. I am the chief and progenitor of my own Tribe. The reason why I'm not a registered tribe is because, well... My bones go down too deep, and where I to actually demonstrate my heritage of the way it's usually done, I get a little bit too much attention cuz I was here for the first time a lot earlier than a lot of other tribes, including the Algonquins, who are the original turbo crypto kikes, and they think they like to handle other people's business for them because usually that's a good at it.

so basically we're looking at here is a perfect storm s*** show, and my girlfriend's life has gone completely s*** splat crazy, cuz she's while she's being stupid about things and a way that I wouldn't tolerate from another person for a minute no matter what their f****** name was, this is put a great deal of tension on things.

For example she and I are no longer able to enjoy conjugal relations. The last time we did, which was I think the day before yesterday, something like that I forget exactly: it was a nightmare. For her. I made some comment while babbling like a loon and pumping and grinding away into her sweetness--and ladies and gentlemen do not get me wrong there was some sweetness, our relationship used to be based on mutually agreed upon and respected bonds of trust and companionship and respect--but somehow I was trying to convey to her how extraordinarily wonderful it was that I was seeing the fingerprints of God in the flesh of our bodies melting is one loving being... Suddenly I feel her cunchy shrivel up like a instant raisin around my shaft, and I instantly know that something's going wrong, cuz if something was going right we would have done that a long time before because it's suddenly felt like really tight and really hot and really warm and I realized... Oh she's looking up and she's wants to kill me. meanwhile I'm pumping away and just feeling happy that I'm feeling warmer and happier, and I'm grinning and I'm smiling and I'm thinking that I'm doing something good and she's looking at me like I'm about to die... and, well let's just say I know what to do in this circumstance--again, legit Clergy--so I managed to dismount without causing more agony, which is important cuz she's already crippled, and she can't afford to lose too much more mobility, she's already not going anywhere up the ladder, if she loses side to side action she's up s*** creek

in fact this is causing a real trouble because for the time being she doesn't have a driver's license. She doesn't have insurance for a car. it's sitting in front of my mother's house parked in the driveway, insured with the low cheapest insurance that's called "Parked". See and I can't drive without paying it up either, unless I have a good reason for doing it, but I have my own car so that's okay but the main thing is is that the arrangement was supposed to be that she was going to use my ability to drive to get her around to do things for my life that we were going to do together because that's what we're doing we haven't committed a relationship.

and then all of a sudden out of nowhere seemingly because of this stupid crypto turbo type fuck picking the wrong fucking team, I got to deal with these two morons telling me that I'm evil and I need a baptism.

I don't want to get into what happened then. It's ugly and it's getting uglier--for them. behind the scenes action has happened that I can't even describe--it wouldn't be respectful--but surprised to say people who currently now think they are right about how to pronounce the word holy, are currently also thinking they're right about saying that I, Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams is a demon.

Okay so to say the least Houston we got a problem. so this is what I've been dealing with while you've been pretending that you have an election problem--well grapefruit has a f****** erection problem, because this is obviously the kind of thing that left unchecked is going to rip things out of control. It's already started to happen badly because, last I heard David Rubini is not allowed to post here and instead you got somebody called RUBINI MAGIC doing it. Now who cleared this? Lotta this crept up on me unwares.I kind of got thrust of the middle of it and now I'm on full duty paying attention to chatter on the demonic observation network, there's not really a lot of chatter right now because once I found out that this was an issue for real, I started issuing edix and orders to all the subcreatures to, you know, find out if I wasn't getting out of line. See where things stood. Do a Tarot reading--which need I remind you are totally evil to some people but totally okay for Grapefruit, except for she thinks it's evil because now she's got a pterodactyl that was supposed to be a gift for her and now it's a big bona contention that I'm ready to pound one card by one card right up her smooth white ass, cuz she ain't really all that red, especially on her ass, unless it gets a paddle to some.

So I've talked to her father, I made him aware of the situation, and I don't know if he was allowed to know that without checking in first or if he was able to take the word for me--there are diplomatic issues here--because at the same time all this is happening, really more like two or three months before, great for suddenly realizes that she just doesn't want cohabitation--like she told me on our first date, that she was looking for something that leads to cohabitation--suddenly I don't know where she's like oh I want to get married! And I'm like well what about handfasting? And she says no I need the real one with a wedding! And I'm like people have hand-fasted weddings! And she says but that's not a marriage! And I say yes but that's because marriages are evil, as they've been corrupted by the influence of the Satan and the state as has been foretold in the writings. And then she tells me that one of them is good and one of his bad and I said yes you're right you just got the names reversed and then she tells me she's got to be traditional, and then I say--get this--"it's got to be traditional, huh? Okay what's your dowry?" Now I know this is a provacative question, because I sort of knew at the time and I really know now that there's actually a certain tradition that says if a white man asks to what the diary is you have to kill him, but I'm actually not white I'm... Well look I'm Special Status. I'm actually in the middle of getting diplomatic permission to write a letter to her Chief of the tribe she was assigned to, which isn't as weird as it sounds, and then I tell her hey I need to write to the chief of your tribe, and I figured this will be easy I'll just get his PO box and or wigwam number or whatever, and instead it turns into this thing, we're instead of there being a very simple process I got to present... It's stupid. there's something going on that I don't agree with and because I don't agree with it that stalls everything and then the half of grapefruits family that thinks I'm stupid, doesn't agree with the half of the grapefruits family that thinks I'm a half-mongrel savage nigger, because I'm Hungarian to them that's mongrel, and to further complicate the matters I'm actually a lost blood Prince. Which is a whole another mess that I just found out about recently.

So it's not a good situation, especially since Grapefruit is actually ready to actually just kill me. She's actually tried to before. there was a time when we dealt with this demon b******* problem before--I'm sure some of you remember the semen demons, and yes I banished the infestation, everyone's fine now, thanks for asking--and at a certain point before she was certain that I wasn't a demon she thought that I was a demon and then she had to banish the demons or some s*** and then it turned out that I actually did have demons like orbiting me outside the range of my aegis, wish I actually thought was kind of nice because at least they're far away from me but of course if I'm going to join any kind of long house gathering something I can't have demons forwarding me as like Jupiter's moons or something. Long story short she becomes convinced there's a demon in me and it's not but when she banishes the demon in her ritual she uses her native drum, and her native war cry, and at the time this happened she happened to be naked, although I think there is some semen dribbling down her leg too. It was a sudden thing. So suddenly I've got this woman who's crazed with murderous intent she's ready to kill me and the way she's going to do it is by beating a drum to do a demon killing song that if I had a demon in me and I wanted to let go of it and I didn't kill me at the same time but what happened was it created a some kind of portal maybe, and all the demons and all the exterior reality space outside of a small area around us started to warp and shift kind of like one of those weird scenes in twin peaks right, and at first I was mildly terrified. I thought to myself is this it? Is she actually going to kill me? and then I look a little closer and I realize that she's murdering and she's terrified because she's terrified that I'm actually actually a demon the whole time and I've been chound down her box with my demon tongue and stuff, with which is a terrible thing to contemplate were to be true but, it was really just a case of me being particularly skilled at it. anyway as soon as I realize that she was is terrified as I was and I wasn't terrified at all cuz I knew I love this woman if she wants to kill me with a war cry and a drum, hells yes what a way to go I even went out with her bang.

So I thought that was the worst thing I have to deal with.No, The worst thing is the love of my life having been erroneously convinced that because of a translation error, and a atrociously bad systems administrator, Grapefruit is in the impression that I'm wrong about something. And I'm not wrong. She's the one who's wrong. Now, go ahead and tell her that. Go on, do it. Yeah, I know right?

now here's how it's going to go down I had to go on a vision quest to some of the help that I needed for this because I've only got myself alive and all my helpers are dead now because some idiot thought it'd be a great idea to kill my family and my cat. Thanks! They're here in spirit, which is super cool for me, has it's hard to beat one guy with an army of spirit warriors, and when the leading the charge is My Mother, The Lich and SINISTAR, THE CAT WITH INFANT LIVES, I'm basically unstoppable, and in most circumstances with Grapefruit on my side and on my team on the level and not on the rag, we are ACTUALLY unstoppable. I'm not going to be lying, it was nice it is real nice, he was even nice when she was unstoppable buying shoes.

However now, you might have noticed from the election results, things have been stopped. Armies have been called up. Brews have been made from important leaves and twigs. children in the Native American school system that are old enough to do so have stopped selling marijuana and have started selling Captagon. probably it's not going to go that far because I'm not stupid and I don't think these turbo kites are stupid, but it's not up to just me and if you think I'm going to give up on my Girlfriend for being stupid, you're wrong.

Now I could end all this just by revealing myself as the Queen's Sorcerer, putting a little show, and that would be that, during these times of extreme peril and global pandemic *cough cough" and ordinarily I'd want to be sensitive to such things but I want to get this done in a hurry but here's the rub I'm working on becoming eligible to ask her father's hand for her hand in marriage, because if this broad wants to get married who am I going to say no, and as we all know in the civilized world anything can be negotiated.

Except getting this woman to admit that she's been wrong for a long time without realizing it. I'll tell you once I figured out that she was wrong when she was taught wrong and then she didn't want to acknowledge it again and then that was wrong it's kind of like one of those infinite loops where the computer gets caught in a time box, because Spock beat it at chess or something, anyway now she's locked into being her role as Handmaiden of King Stupid, because that some of you know amongst her many talent she's actually a shapeshifter too. A real fancy one. She can even turn it into a turbo kike. And that takes dedication

But for now I got to handle the thing delicately and with some diplomacy and some decorum, because I f***** this up she doesn't get to marry me ever, because of some kind of blue moon rule or some s***. I'm not alive this s*** is crazy complicated because over thousands of years of Native American tribal ownership, I'm not the only guy I figured out these a tribe of one and didn't need to f*** ing sign up and register and guys like me have been making rules and land down edicts all over the land and the land remembers that and once a while there's a tripwire and suddenly, A man finds himself hated by 80% of the Kitsap peninsula just cuz one dude said the wrong thing. Now I know that matters much to be, everything on the Kitsap peninsula is either trash or tourist trash, but I'm not willing to let let Grapefruit sacrifice her possible roof rights, you see because I'm actually a blood Prince, and she's some kind of royalty that's so stupid f****** secret that I'm not even allowed to know what it is yet but she gives me these knowing smiles and knowing winks and acting like she's all that--BECAUSE SHE FUCKING WELL IS--and while it is tempting to just go into masculine mode and solve the problem number one I don't want to embarrass her in front of people--and I know that if I didn't pull myself back like I'm doing now I f****** well would cuz I am f****** enraged pissed at how this has gone f****** down--and then number two remember what I said before, it really wasn't that long ago come on keep up, she's got an unconscious bias against all men that she finds attractive, and the most attractive she's most biased against and therefore on a natural scale anybody that she's actually aware that she's attracted to and thinks she is consciously up her head, is actually the most ugliest blossom dick bag male in her field of vision. so of course that's her secret champion and I got to hear all the f****** about it.

And then on top of that, this new girl who found out that I'm supposedly single, she happens to mention to me that 5 years ago she was engaged this guy who killed himself in jail she was told and he happened to have the same name as this punyeling d-bag lying thieving swindling ship bag fuck. And if that's not creepy enough, at one point grapefruit's father said that he wanted to give me a trip to prison in two bullets in the back ahead as a wedding present. Or so I heard. I can't check. Communication lines are down. Fog of war. and I'm this close to just blowing the whole thing wide open and taking a whole gaggle of redhead females from another tribe that I've already got to lead on in another state and just shipping men and making a full on tribe and actually register and taking the war to The Court. DON'T THINK I CAN'T DO IT.

It's kind of tough that it's an election year, but who knows maybe that'll take some of the pressure off. Meanwhile speaking to taking some of the pressure off, ever since Grapefruit freaked out about suddenly getting the false impression that I was telling her that she wasn't as pretty as a white woman--you got to remember that this crazed blasting mastet is sd racist as they come and doesn't actually know that or believe it, because deep down denial is as deep as it comes when it comes to d****** cheerleader airhead geranium f******.


All right so back to the magick thing. I represent that there's nothing evil here going on and I don't need to hear any shift from your people that you could back it up, meanwhile The Strike is still going on, because this Ruby magic character is not David Rubini, or if it is it's a different name and that completely goes against the principles of my strike, for another grapefruit was on strike with me and then suddenly wasn't for reasons to know and like that didn't I didn't hear that from council, and then it was shortly after that at that point I discovered that there was a hostile takeover going on, because it turns out one of Grapefruit relatives is, let us say, not exactly as competent a roofer as you would expect a savage, beaded-and-splay-footed dotnigger to be, and independently from this ongoing issue she messed up a diplomatic mission earlier in the year and the fallout from that is still coming in and it's about to get on strong and combined with all this is just a complete mess and I swear I would take the hemlock if I could, but SpaceMeowMaid ends up waking up out of her fugue state--and she will--it discovers that why she was walking around in a days, I just gave up waiting and f****** killed myself and then came back as a Wendigo--because why not right it's not like all the Wendigo-hunters went extinct too, right? Oh they did? So I'd be immortal then? Bartender double helmlock, please--trouble is I love this woman and if I cause trouble when I don't need to cause trouble and she gets in more trouble she might just flip the switch and kiss her entire tribe of stupid f****** ignorant b**** ass big f****** prejudicial actual f****** n******, goodbye.

she's already said goodbye to a whole bunch of friends that she had that didn't like me because they were stupid, but she still got a bunch of friends left who also don't like me not because they're stupid because they're smart enough to know that there's no way they can master me and they think that if I end up doing something they don't want to do then they can't possibly stop me so they better take me out while they can. Honestly it's a good plan, except it's already too late I joined infinite 2 years ago and now I'm vulnerable to this kind of thing. However I am not invulnerable to sadness, and while I really like watching Grapefruit's children pretend that they hate me--they hate vegetables long walks in the sun and helping their mother too so who gives what they hate, Savage barefoot children, it doesn't matter that there's superior virginic stock, well it's fun that those little rat bastards hate me cuz they're not old enough to do anything fun with or think for themselves anyway, it's not cool that it's causing Grapefruit to suffer, because one of the little adorable balls of yarn decided to become an Indian who drinks fire water, with predictable results--namely sudden instant homelessness--while she was smart enough not to ask me if her puking trusted son could come over and crash anywhere, I did eventually make it clear that I thought he was way better off being actually homeless and learning the lessons now at the tender age of 21 and 6 days--check it out homeless already, already on the malt liquor, lil' fighter--it probably best to be slept rough for a while in October before he actually turns to blue ice in February. Besides this one's literally partner wall so he's going to soldier through the cold anyway. but you know how mothers are the kid cries and wines and she instantly wants to cry and want to stop and then no one was around at the right age to slap her in the face and tell her to stop doing that because you don't want to have endless crying and whining when you're on watch at Dawn for predators, right? Anyway I wasn't suggesting to really slap her in the face--not at that time, not yet--but I was saying not a suggestion but I was saying I will not have that boychild, that manbred beast, that uncouth allowed to once said that he didn't think he needed to know how to apologize--and I guess he thought he was never going to too, lol--I even if I believed that he needed to be not homeless, then he still would have needed to apologize to me and now it's too late and I don't care that he's homeless and I hope he f****** suffers as much as Irene did when she was homeless. And it was a lot worse for her too cuz she's not part 'Squatch, like we are.

and it got worse at that point real fast because it wasn't so much that it's racist that I said that all the Native Americans are Sasquatch, is that supposedly that's kind of a secret, or at least something that we're supposed to be at least mildly respectful of--unlike Hungarian lost blood princes apparently, yeah f*** them and f*** their respect while f****** respecting that f****** cock--but apparently Sasquatch is okay to say but 'Squatch is not.

And it was at that point, ladies and gentlemen, that I went on a four day bender and I have not bothered to look back much, other than to say thank God I didn't kill any more of them, because I was only able to hide so many bodies at once, and believe me that's a euphemism and some of you know exactly what I mean.

EGG-XACTLY. Now back to the magic/Magick/mshhmss thing, it's like this, Dude: there are forces in Medellin s*** that's going on here that you have no conception of. None. And what's more you think you do, but not only do you not you haven't even bothered to check, but the reason why you haven't by the check is because you know deep down where you'll find and then you know that if you perhaps wait to find out you can perhaps get into that sneak that booty. you know it I know it she knows it she loves it I don't mind it I can say that but, here's the problem, you know the rules... and so do I.


Basically it might already be too late. My hand to God we might see the civil war, The second American civil war, The war of the secret societies, The first war around the Jackstar actually gets to serve in not undercover, it's already a total s*** show and it's ready to make a whole bunch of native plants and s*** extinct unless things happen. And all this cuz some mother f***** taught this lovely girl the wrong way to say a word.

It's like the crow. It rhymes with holy. You're talking about at Aleister Crowley, it f****** rhymes with f****** HOLY, AND THE INSTANT ONE IMPLIES OR SAYS IT IS NOT, ONE HAS LOST ALL ARGUMENT RIGHTS AND MUST IMMEDIATELY STAND DOWN.

Trust me people I know these rules. This is my area. I don't memorize them either they just get drunk download whenever I'm the highest rank ing ecumenist in the room, it doesn't always happen on BellGab proper, but, these are interesting times. Very interesting indeed.

[Innerreach]

I do know this. If Trump loses and conservatism in this nation reverts back to some swampy, milktoast RINOism I won’t be a conservative or a Republican much longer. Gotta stay flexible.

Okay, you have some explaining to do Doc!? #WTF

[Dr. MD MD]

Here Joe tries to explain media bias and corruption to an idiot who must’ve literally been born yesterday:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqd6ICn98eU

[Dr. MD MD]

Okay, you have some explaining to do Doc!? #WTF

Sure, this is easy. There is absolutely no difference between Dems and RINOs, both are just globalists in different clothing. Maybe trying growing up and thinking for yourself.

[Innerreach]

Everyone, feel free to read Jackstar's novel... So here it is again, and just under a million words!

I just like take the moment to mention, that ever since the election day, I have been largely not using the internet and been largely offline dealing with IRL issues. Not only have I not checked one single little bit of election result coverage at all since the night itself, I didn't even vote again this time. That's right.

I didn't vote in the 2016 election, and I didn't vote in the 2020 election. And I feel great about this. I also did NOT: openly, knowingly lie to any one; abandon anyone; betray anyone; send any one up the river; knowingly lie to myself and thereby to the entire rest of the world; deliberately avoid performing a duty that I knew had to be done for no other reason than my own procrastinating and laziness compelling me to do so; kicked any puppies; engaged in sexual congress outside the boundaries of my personal committed relationship without consultation of my partner; lied to my partner about the messages that I've sent to other people; secretly been worshiping warlock the entire time I've been talking about being a minister for Christ; or delivered the shocker to a woman unexpectedly.

I'll be honest, the last one was kind of a tough one to maintain a firm commitment to, cuz I didn't exactly promise to never give anyone The Shocker.. Remember this is a list of things I have not done in 2020. What's important for this thread that includes this election that I did not vote in. I was considering finally choosing myself as a write-in candidate. I have a few friends to do this every year, they say "I think I could do the job better than anyone else, so I'm going to vote for me," and they always sound like unbelievably pretentious self-absorbed pricks, so I was not going to do that.

Ultimately I decided not to vote for two reasons. For one thing I've never voted for Trump in my life, and why start now? The guy has been destined to be president at this time since before he was born. I knew in 1989 in high school that it was going to be President Trump one day. He was on fucking Oprah saying he's going to do it. He had book after book with his name on the best seller list. He had a freaking board game. His board game was actually cool. It wasn't just branded marketing and colors construction paper. It was a legitimately designed new kind of board game with a twist on Monopoly combined with it's a large number of innovative elements. Who does all this much stuff? Who does it with him?  Someone with a long-term plan, that's who. And anyone who's really willing to do a long-term plan that far ahead, was going to know already that I wasn't going to vote and that they would plan for that: so we're good.

Now, speaking of a long-term plan, there's a couple things I like to get clear, and now seems as fine a place as any. First of all The Strike. This is an ongoing concern. I continue to be violently and virulently opposed to totalitarian censorship. And for what I've seen here... BellGab is not making the correct noises. Oh no. Not even a little bit.

I'm not going to get into it here just yet--I have other things to do in other places to be. Trust me. However one of the results of the earlier strike, with some of you may have imagined had ended with the return of David Rubini as a poster here, May not have realized that the David rubinia account is not here. Oh no: this is the Rubini Magick account. This is a big deal. This is a huge deal. Some of you may not realize. I'm going to break it down for you right now. Get ready.

Grapefruit and I are having an iconoclastic schism. This is actually extremely unexpected between us. And it's unexpected development happened at the same time a whole bunch of reasonably expected developments, you know the usual: she's a liar, she's a whore; she literally has taken money for whoring; she's eating a bedding being accomplished too and outright full-on committing multiple levels of insurance and benefit fraud, and in fact has her entire life; she's actually the lead Scion of a family of quasi gypsy f****** c**** that have been lying and cheating and c****** their stupid f****** way across the peninsula for the who knows how many f****** decades. They come from.... well let's put this way I don't want to get too deep into it.

Also she has used her food stamp benefits from time to time in exchange for recompense to me for, well let's just say... Certain sexually explicit food-related activities that needed to be... well, look, it's hard to get into some of these details. Also I've been having difficulty communicating with her at all ever since The Schism happened, because frankly I can't believe some of the things that she's tried to claim is being the case, and so I have to go back to investigating rebuild the foundational language that binds us together, and find out how she can believe such and possibly dumb things, without realizing that she's wrong. The investigation is ongoing--currently I'm looking at the possibility that she's actually illiterate and the only way that she's actually able to participate here in the forum is through some sort of shaman mystic ritual where she reads the forum through the eyes of a crow and makes her posts with the help of a fleet of very clever caterpillars. There is actually a case in the historical record that's similar--I know it sounds ridiculous but you would be surprised at the world we're on--things just really aren't as they seem.

for example hardly anybody knows this but I'm actually a Native American as well. Like, legit. I don't have a tribe myself because my entire family is dead and I'm the last of my line, so technically I'm a tribe of one--which is way cooler than it sounds. for one thing it automatically makes my penis 10% bigger as a racial bonus, because the way penises are measured depends on cultural variations. (think about it where do you put the base of the ruler? Some folks think that goes all the way back to the anus. No joke.) for another because there's only one of me I don't have to argue with anybody about where we're going to go out for Chinese food or whether we're going to get pizza or whether they're going to hate on that guy or they're going to make peace with them. I don't have to think about what did my dad say to about those kind of guys or is my uncle still a war with those people or did my cousin get cheated on a poker the other day? sadly a little in fact about Native American tribes these days in North America is that they spent a lot of time arguing about stupid f****** s*** and they were stupid to start with a lot of them. I don't mean to say anything rude: I'm sure a lot of people who are deeply involved in the Native American culture would agree off the record mostly, there's some f****** dumb f****** redskins out there. Of course same can be said of all types of peoples, but as careful astute students of human physiology know, redskin is the best skin.

I'm not looking at starting trouble. Not at all. I in fact love grapefruit and I love her family. I do. And the fact that every single last f****** one of them has blocked my phone number from sending them lots and lots and text messages as I explained to them a great length and an exquisite detail what exactly needs to be done about certain things--I know for a fact that they know exactly what I'm talking about, and I further know that every single one of them that agrees with me is not allowed to openly agree with me because otherwise other people in the family who disagree with them would cause trouble.

That's too bad. Now ordinarily I would be the first person to say let's start some trouble. However number one, in the situation there's a number of children involved, minor children, and a significant proportion of them are quite adorable lovely growing young people. some of their absolute rat think bastards you should be f****** slaughtered at dawn after spending all night in the husk out getting slops jumped on them alternated with pigs with diarrhea. Now having said that, these are still beautiful innocent children of God, in spite of the fact that they are all--all--part barefoot savage, part feathernigger. Now don't get me wrong: not only do I love niggers I also love featherniggers. Some people say that the beadnigger is a superior nigger--Truth be told I have not sampled all of the types of Native American tribes, no where close, but due to past events in my life involving a brie f encounter with a palladian ambassador, I like feathers. Except some white people that looks trashy.

So anyway, I don't know if I've ever made this clear to everybody but, Grapefruit herself is of Native American stock. And of course I'm speaking euphemistically there: The stone cold solid fact is, SpaceMeowMaid is an absolute stone cold solid barefoot savage feathernigger, with not just a little bit of a smattering of beadnigger in there too.

And now before you get all upset, I'm aware that some of you think that the n-word is a big problem. To those people I have only the following to say: shut the fuck up and grow up. It is a goddamn word. It does not have magic powers. There are words that do have magic powers that is not one of them. It has a different kind of power to call it magic is not appropriate.

I will continue to discuss the nature of the word nigger in a forthcoming post, upcoming soon. Stay tuned. We will know for now that I do not mean any disrespect to SpaceMeowMaid for her racial and cultural makeup. Now not many people understand this at all of course, but she and I very early on a relationship, made it very clear to each other we do not have racial prejudices within our makeups, in general. I say in general because she herself is actually racist against all men, especially men that she's attracted to because that makes her think of ... Well I don't want to get into it right now. I would not want to speak for her on this issue right now. She doesn't have her drums at hand; it's not fair. there are cultural limitations for her ability to debate and not able to beat on a drum while she's talking about a point makes it harder for her to make her point because of... well reasons. Look, I know it's complicated but stay with me here.

I've intentionally written this post in a manner that is consistent with certain guidelines about structured magickal workings. One will note this is magick with K. As is plainly a parent there are two different words magic, five letters, no K, and of course the actual word itself that we're actually talking about, M-A-G-I-C-K, YOU F****** ILLITERATE F****** C*** F***, it's f****** magick. Because number one magic refers to stage magic. Like David Copperfield. Like Doug Henning. Like the Federal Reserve. Like that black PR garbage that that one David Rubini flooded the board with. That's not reality. That's a parliament trick. When one camouflage is the magician pulling doves out of his double-breasted suit by having everyone look at the assistant with the huge bazumbas in the big ass who's dancing around not doing anything at all really but everybody's looking at her, nobody's looking at where the guy is just pulling acme doves out of an acme hat. Magic is skilled control of the perception of reality.

Magick, refers to a different kind of controlled skill, that being the direct manipulation of reality. now I understand a lot of you don't believe in this stuff. That's not the point I'm going to get to. The point I'm getting to is it much to my surprise I discovered that not only is space meow made exceptionally hard named to come up with on Google voice recognition, she's also an immense closet racist because due to her past experiences with a bunch of bastards, and they're gangstalking handlers, she has a certain amount of prejudice built in that she's mostly unaware of: and that is she tends to automatically trust women and distrust men--and the more attracted she is to the man, the more she's going to distrust him, as well as vice versa, just a key point we're going to get to you later in upcoming post, I can assure you.

That's one extremely pertinent part of the schism, because has one might imagine, in my past rule which was stated to me as Most Attractive Man To Me, for a solid 3 years running, is I. And as they say familiarity breeds contempt... Have a little while I started noticing, hey this broad is not give me a fair shake. She's misjudging me she's imagining things that aren't happening she's being distrustful in ways that I wouldn't be distressful of an actual nigger, it became apparent that I was not really automatically assumed to be trustworthy around the preview button girls of the family tribal unit... Just a whole bunch of ridiculous stuff. I don't know about you but I'm pretty clear I'm not attracted to women who are not sexually mature, so I didn't notice it for a long time The strange looks the weird blocks on the doors the strange addresses... Basically all designed to keep crazed white men (like they thought I was at first) away from their redskin wimmins. Honestly can't hardly blame them. They're all pretty cute. The problem I had that developed into a full-blown PROBLEM as soon as I consciously recognize it, is that I was being the victim of prejudice unconsciously.

Or perhaps consciously. More on that later. Right now back to the magick part. Now when David Rubini started talking about "Rubini Magic", I instantly automatically corrected it by adding the K. Because that's how it's done. And then he tried to tell me that that was wrong, at the same time jumping right in, operating against me on a key issue, she agrees with this know-nothing wop faggot, without even beginning a discussion, we shouldn't make any sense to me at all because shouldn't this be something we could go to tribal council, or doesn't she have to go out in the woods and find some extra beads or something--so I went clear on how other Native Americans do it because as a tribal one I just do whatever the f*** I want cuz I am both chief and squadock. It's nice. I get a lot of freedom. It's nice. During during the lockdown, essential travel only: yeah that's me. I'm the only one I try who's also going to go gather the salmon and the in the beads or whatever! I got to go out you can't stop me! he was great I never loved his lawn lockdown for even a minute this year. what was that like having to stay at home and never go anywhere? Was that annoying? Now I bet. Not me though. I'm a superior man.

So back to the point I was confused that my girlfriend and this wop were suddenly working against me together as if it was born and bred in them. Now I ask what the hell is going on I didn't get answers that made sense: they said things like it's automatically evil because Christ and I'm like... What? Then space mail model pipes up and squeaks, "it's evil cuz it's from Crowley! And he's bad!" And it also blows my mind, cuz for one thing again no discussion about whether or not it's bad or good within the council I guess they already decided this ahead of time, and then she's pronouncing Crowley like like an owl. Not like a crow, not like an owl. I know I know something's immediately rotten Denmark because she's got crows around her all the time she can go to the grocery store without talking to the crows I'm not even kidding she's got check with the crow to see which chicken to slaughter for divination. Look. Trust me. There's a lot of it that secret and private and personal, and there's a lot of it you just wouldn't even believe, so I didn't want to muddy the water here. The long story short my girlfriend who at the time was looking like my girlfriend, start talking mad s*** about something she doesn't know anything about because if she doesn't know that Crowley is supposed to rhyme with holy, she can basically just f*** right off down side up hamo into the f****** clover. okay so within like 10 12 seconds of this s*** coming out it's on like donkey Kong and it's been a f****** family blood feud ever since.

I'm sure you have all heard some rumors. There are reasons for that. in order to protect the privacy and sanctity of certain Native American peoples and their very important prior rituals, additional material has been inserted into the narrative thread so that nobody will automatically know which kind of feather belongs to my girlfriend. And then at the moment I'm not particularly prepared to say who my girlfriend is, because as soon as that f****** b**** told me that I was evil because I believe in magick, I couldn't believe that she was expecting me to take it seriously, and then she and this illiterate wop n*****, turns out ends up turns out they're both turbo-crypto-kikes.

And that, that might be something there might be something wrong with. I don't actually know, because at this point this matter is not in my area this is something that I'm heavily biased about because obviously I've strong feelings about being called evil by my f****** girlfriend and getting backed up by some f****** chopperhead monkey face who thinks he knows what's what better than me or her and I'm f****** Clergy. I've credentials. I am the chief and progenitor of my own Tribe. The reason why I'm not a registered tribe is because, well... My bones go down too deep, and where I to actually demonstrate my heritage of the way it's usually done, I get a little bit too much attention cuz I was here for the first time a lot earlier than a lot of other tribes, including the Algonquins, who are the original turbo crypto kikes, and they think they like to handle other people's business for them because usually that's a good at it.

so basically we're looking at here is a perfect storm s*** show, and my girlfriend's life has gone completely s*** splat crazy, cuz she's while she's being stupid about things and a way that I wouldn't tolerate from another person for a minute no matter what their f****** name was, this is put a great deal of tension on things.

For example she and I are no longer able to enjoy conjugal relations. The last time we did, which was I think the day before yesterday, something like that I forget exactly: it was a nightmare. For her. I made some comment while babbling like a loon and pumping and grinding away into her sweetness--and ladies and gentlemen do not get me wrong there was some sweetness, our relationship used to be based on mutually agreed upon and respected bonds of trust and companionship and respect--but somehow I was trying to convey to her how extraordinarily wonderful it was that I was seeing the fingerprints of God in the flesh of our bodies melting is one loving being... Suddenly I feel her cunchy shrivel up like a instant raisin around my shaft, and I instantly know that something's going wrong, cuz if something was going right we would have done that a long time before because it's suddenly felt like really tight and really hot and really warm and I realized... Oh she's looking up and she's wants to kill me. meanwhile I'm pumping away and just feeling happy that I'm feeling warmer and happier, and I'm grinning and I'm smiling and I'm thinking that I'm doing something good and she's looking at me like I'm about to die... and, well let's just say I know what to do in this circumstance--again, legit Clergy--so I managed to dismount without causing more agony, which is important cuz she's already crippled, and she can't afford to lose too much more mobility, she's already not going anywhere up the ladder, if she loses side to side action she's up s*** creek

in fact this is causing a real trouble because for the time being she doesn't have a driver's license. She doesn't have insurance for a car. it's sitting in front of my mother's house parked in the driveway, insured with the low cheapest insurance that's called "Parked". See and I can't drive without paying it up either, unless I have a good reason for doing it, but I have my own car so that's okay but the main thing is is that the arrangement was supposed to be that she was going to use my ability to drive to get her around to do things for my life that we were going to do together because that's what we're doing we haven't committed a relationship.

and then all of a sudden out of nowhere seemingly because of this stupid crypto turbo type fuck picking the wrong fucking team, I got to deal with these two morons telling me that I'm evil and I need a baptism.

I don't want to get into what happened then. It's ugly and it's getting uglier--for them. behind the scenes action has happened that I can't even describe--it wouldn't be respectful--but surprised to say people who currently now think they are right about how to pronounce the word holy, are currently also thinking they're right about saying that I, Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams is a demon.

Okay so to say the least Houston we got a problem. so this is what I've been dealing with while you've been pretending that you have an election problem--well grapefruit has a f****** erection problem, because this is obviously the kind of thing that left unchecked is going to rip things out of control. It's already started to happen badly because, last I heard David Rubini is not allowed to post here and instead you got somebody called RUBINI MAGIC doing it. Now who cleared this? Lotta this crept up on me unwares.I kind of got thrust of the middle of it and now I'm on full duty paying attention to chatter on the demonic observation network, there's not really a lot of chatter right now because once I found out that this was an issue for real, I started issuing edix and orders to all the subcreatures to, you know, find out if I wasn't getting out of line. See where things stood. Do a Tarot reading--which need I remind you are totally evil to some people but totally okay for Grapefruit, except for she thinks it's evil because now she's got a pterodactyl that was supposed to be a gift for her and now it's a big bona contention that I'm ready to pound one card by one card right up her smooth white ass, cuz she ain't really all that red, especially on her ass, unless it gets a paddle to some.

So I've talked to her father, I made him aware of the situation, and I don't know if he was allowed to know that without checking in first or if he was able to take the word for me--there are diplomatic issues here--because at the same time all this is happening, really more like two or three months before, great for suddenly realizes that she just doesn't want cohabitation--like she told me on our first date, that she was looking for something that leads to cohabitation--suddenly I don't know where she's like oh I want to get married! And I'm like well what about handfasting? And she says no I need the real one with a wedding! And I'm like people have hand-fasted weddings! And she says but that's not a marriage! And I say yes but that's because marriages are evil, as they've been corrupted by the influence of the Satan and the state as has been foretold in the writings. And then she tells me that one of them is good and one of his bad and I said yes you're right you just got the names reversed and then she tells me she's got to be traditional, and then I say--get this--"it's got to be traditional, huh? Okay what's your dowry?" Now I know this is a provacative question, because I sort of knew at the time and I really know now that there's actually a certain tradition that says if a white man asks to what the diary is you have to kill him, but I'm actually not white I'm... Well look I'm Special Status. I'm actually in the middle of getting diplomatic permission to write a letter to her Chief of the tribe she was assigned to, which isn't as weird as it sounds, and then I tell her hey I need to write to the chief of your tribe, and I figured this will be easy I'll just get his PO box and or wigwam number or whatever, and instead it turns into this thing, we're instead of there being a very simple process I got to present... It's stupid. there's something going on that I don't agree with and because I don't agree with it that stalls everything and then the half of grapefruits family that thinks I'm stupid, doesn't agree with the half of the grapefruits family that thinks I'm a half-mongrel savage nigger, because I'm Hungarian to them that's mongrel, and to further complicate the matters I'm actually a lost blood Prince. Which is a whole another mess that I just found out about recently.

So it's not a good situation, especially since Grapefruit is actually ready to actually just kill me. She's actually tried to before. there was a time when we dealt with this demon b******* problem before--I'm sure some of you remember the semen demons, and yes I banished the infestation, everyone's fine now, thanks for asking--and at a certain point before she was certain that I wasn't a demon she thought that I was a demon and then she had to banish the demons or some s*** and then it turned out that I actually did have demons like orbiting me outside the range of my aegis, wish I actually thought was kind of nice because at least they're far away from me but of course if I'm going to join any kind of long house gathering something I can't have demons forwarding me as like Jupiter's moons or something. Long story short she becomes convinced there's a demon in me and it's not but when she banishes the demon in her ritual she uses her native drum, and her native war cry, and at the time this happened she happened to be naked, although I think there is some semen dribbling down her leg too. It was a sudden thing. So suddenly I've got this woman who's crazed with murderous intent she's ready to kill me and the way she's going to do it is by beating a drum to do a demon killing song that if I had a demon in me and I wanted to let go of it and I didn't kill me at the same time but what happened was it created a some kind of portal maybe, and all the demons and all the exterior reality space outside of a small area around us started to warp and shift kind of like one of those weird scenes in twin peaks right, and at first I was mildly terrified. I thought to myself is this it? Is she actually going to kill me? and then I look a little closer and I realize that she's murdering and she's terrified because she's terrified that I'm actually actually a demon the whole time and I've been chound down her box with my demon tongue and stuff, with which is a terrible thing to contemplate were to be true but, it was really just a case of me being particularly skilled at it. anyway as soon as I realize that she was is terrified as I was and I wasn't terrified at all cuz I knew I love this woman if she wants to kill me with a war cry and a drum, hells yes what a way to go I even went out with her bang.

So I thought that was the worst thing I have to deal with.No, The worst thing is the love of my life having been erroneously convinced that because of a translation error, and a atrociously bad systems administrator, Grapefruit is in the impression that I'm wrong about something. And I'm not wrong. She's the one who's wrong. Now, go ahead and tell her that. Go on, do it. Yeah, I know right?

now here's how it's going to go down I had to go on a vision quest to some of the help that I needed for this because I've only got myself alive and all my helpers are dead now because some idiot thought it'd be a great idea to kill my family and my cat. Thanks! They're here in spirit, which is super cool for me, has it's hard to beat one guy with an army of spirit warriors, and when the leading the charge is My Mother, The Lich and SINISTAR, THE CAT WITH INFANT LIVES, I'm basically unstoppable, and in most circumstances with Grapefruit on my side and on my team on the level and not on the rag, we are ACTUALLY unstoppable. I'm not going to be lying, it was nice it is real nice, he was even nice when she was unstoppable buying shoes.

However now, you might have noticed from the election results, things have been stopped. Armies have been called up. Brews have been made from important leaves and twigs. children in the Native American school system that are old enough to do so have stopped selling marijuana and have started selling Captagon. probably it's not going to go that far because I'm not stupid and I don't think these turbo kites are stupid, but it's not up to just me and if you think I'm going to give up on my Girlfriend for being stupid, you're wrong.

Now I could end all this just by revealing myself as the Queen's Sorcerer, putting a little show, and that would be that, during these times of extreme peril and global pandemic *cough cough" and ordinarily I'd want to be sensitive to such things but I want to get this done in a hurry but here's the rub I'm working on becoming eligible to ask her father's hand for her hand in marriage, because if this broad wants to get married who am I going to say no, and as we all know in the civilized world anything can be negotiated.

Except getting this woman to admit that she's been wrong for a long time without realizing it. I'll tell you once I figured out that she was wrong when she was taught wrong and then she didn't want to acknowledge it again and then that was wrong it's kind of like one of those infinite loops where the computer gets caught in a time box, because Spock beat it at chess or something, anyway now she's locked into being her role as Handmaiden of King Stupid, because that some of you know amongst her many talent she's actually a shapeshifter too. A real fancy one. She can even turn it into a turbo kike. And that takes dedication

But for now I got to handle the thing delicately and with some diplomacy and some decorum, because I f***** this up she doesn't get to marry me ever, because of some kind of blue moon rule or some s***. I'm not alive this s*** is crazy complicated because over thousands of years of Native American tribal ownership, I'm not the only guy I figured out these a tribe of one and didn't need to f*** ing sign up and register and guys like me have been making rules and land down edicts all over the land and the land remembers that and once a while there's a tripwire and suddenly, A man finds himself hated by 80% of the Kitsap peninsula just cuz one dude said the wrong thing. Now I know that matters much to be, everything on the Kitsap peninsula is either trash or tourist trash, but I'm not willing to let let Grapefruit sacrifice her possible roof rights, you see because I'm actually a blood Prince, and she's some kind of royalty that's so stupid f****** secret that I'm not even allowed to know what it is yet but she gives me these knowing smiles and knowing winks and acting like she's all that--BECAUSE SHE FUCKING WELL IS--and while it is tempting to just go into masculine mode and solve the problem number one I don't want to embarrass her in front of people--and I know that if I didn't pull myself back like I'm doing now I f****** well would cuz I am f****** enraged pissed at how this has gone f****** down--and then number two remember what I said before, it really wasn't that long ago come on keep up, she's got an unconscious bias against all men that she finds attractive, and the most attractive she's most biased against and therefore on a natural scale anybody that she's actually aware that she's attracted to and thinks she is consciously up her head, is actually the most ugliest blossom dick bag male in her field of vision. so of course that's her secret champion and I got to hear all the f****** about it.

And then on top of that, this new girl who found out that I'm supposedly single, she happens to mention to me that 5 years ago she was engaged this guy who killed himself in jail she was told and he happened to have the same name as this punyeling d-bag lying thieving swindling ship bag fuck. And if that's not creepy enough, at one point grapefruit's father said that he wanted to give me a trip to prison in two bullets in the back ahead as a wedding present. Or so I heard. I can't check. Communication lines are down. Fog of war. and I'm this close to just blowing the whole thing wide open and taking a whole gaggle of redhead females from another tribe that I've already got to lead on in another state and just shipping men and making a full on tribe and actually register and taking the war to The Court. DON'T THINK I CAN'T DO IT.

It's kind of tough that it's an election year, but who knows maybe that'll take some of the pressure off. Meanwhile speaking to taking some of the pressure off, ever since Grapefruit freaked out about suddenly getting the false impression that I was telling her that she wasn't as pretty as a white woman--you got to remember that this crazed blasting mastet is sd racist as they come and doesn't actually know that or believe it, because deep down denial is as deep as it comes when it comes to d****** cheerleader airhead geranium f******.


All right so back to the magick thing. I represent that there's nothing evil here going on and I don't need to hear any shift from your people that you could back it up, meanwhile The Strike is still going on, because this Ruby magic character is not David Rubini, or if it is it's a different name and that completely goes against the principles of my strike, for another grapefruit was on strike with me and then suddenly wasn't for reasons to know and like that didn't I didn't hear that from council, and then it was shortly after that at that point I discovered that there was a hostile takeover going on, because it turns out one of Grapefruit relatives is, let us say, not exactly as competent a roofer as you would expect a savage, beaded-and-splay-footed dotnigger to be, and independently from this ongoing issue she messed up a diplomatic mission earlier in the year and the fallout from that is still coming in and it's about to get on strong and combined with all this is just a complete mess and I swear I would take the hemlock if I could, but SpaceMeowMaid ends up waking up out of her fugue state--and she will--it discovers that why she was walking around in a days, I just gave up waiting and f****** killed myself and then came back as a Wendigo--because why not right it's not like all the Wendigo-hunters went extinct too, right? Oh they did? So I'd be immortal then? Bartender double helmlock, please--trouble is I love this woman and if I cause trouble when I don't need to cause trouble and she gets in more trouble she might just flip the switch and kiss her entire tribe of stupid f****** ignorant b**** ass big f****** prejudicial actual f****** n******, goodbye.

she's already said goodbye to a whole bunch of friends that she had that didn't like me because they were stupid, but she still got a bunch of friends left who also don't like me not because they're stupid because they're smart enough to know that there's no way they can master me and they think that if I end up doing something they don't want to do then they can't possibly stop me so they better take me out while they can. Honestly it's a good plan, except it's already too late I joined infinite 2 years ago and now I'm vulnerable to this kind of thing. However I am not invulnerable to sadness, and while I really like watching Grapefruit's children pretend that they hate me--they hate vegetables long walks in the sun and helping their mother too so who gives what they hate, Savage barefoot children, it doesn't matter that there's superior virginic stock, well it's fun that those little rat bastards hate me cuz they're not old enough to do anything fun with or think for themselves anyway, it's not cool that it's causing Grapefruit to suffer, because one of the little adorable balls of yarn decided to become an Indian who drinks fire water, with predictable results--namely sudden instant homelessness--while she was smart enough not to ask me if her puking trusted son could come over and crash anywhere, I did eventually make it clear that I thought he was way better off being actually homeless and learning the lessons now at the tender age of 21 and 6 days--check it out homeless already, already on the malt liquor, lil' fighter--it probably best to be slept rough for a while in October before he actually turns to blue ice in February. Besides this one's literally partner wall so he's going to soldier through the cold anyway. but you know how mothers are the kid cries and wines and she instantly wants to cry and want to stop and then no one was around at the right age to slap her in the face and tell her to stop doing that because you don't want to have endless crying and whining when you're on watch at Dawn for predators, right? Anyway I wasn't suggesting to really slap her in the face--not at that time, not yet--but I was saying not a suggestion but I was saying I will not have that boychild, that manbred beast, that uncouth allowed to once said that he didn't think he needed to know how to apologize--and I guess he thought he was never going to too, lol--I even if I believed that he needed to be not homeless, then he still would have needed to apologize to me and now it's too late and I don't care that he's homeless and I hope he f****** suffers as much as Irene did when she was homeless. And it was a lot worse for her too cuz she's not part 'Squatch, like we are.

and it got worse at that point real fast because it wasn't so much that it's racist that I said that all the Native Americans are Sasquatch, is that supposedly that's kind of a secret, or at least something that we're supposed to be at least mildly respectful of--unlike Hungarian lost blood princes apparently, yeah f*** them and f*** their respect while f****** respecting that f****** cock--but apparently Sasquatch is okay to say but 'Squatch is not.

And it was at that point, ladies and gentlemen, that I went on a four day bender and I have not bothered to look back much, other than to say thank God I didn't kill any more of them, because I was only able to hide so many bodies at once, and believe me that's a euphemism and some of you know exactly what I mean.

EGG-XACTLY. Now back to the magic/Magick/mshhmss thing, it's like this, Dude: there are forces in Medellin s*** that's going on here that you have no conception of. None. And what's more you think you do, but not only do you not you haven't even bothered to check, but the reason why you haven't by the check is because you know deep down where you'll find and then you know that if you perhaps wait to find out you can perhaps get into that sneak that booty. you know it I know it she knows it she loves it I don't mind it I can say that but, here's the problem, you know the rules... and so do I.


Basically it might already be too late. My hand to God we might see the civil war, The second American civil war, The war of the secret societies, The first war around the Jackstar actually gets to serve in not undercover, it's already a total s*** show and it's ready to make a whole bunch of native plants and s*** extinct unless things happen. And all this cuz some mother f***** taught this lovely girl the wrong way to say a word.

It's like the crow. It rhymes with holy. You're talking about at Aleister Crowley, it f****** rhymes with f****** HOLY, AND THE INSTANT ONE IMPLIES OR SAYS IT IS NOT, ONE HAS LOST ALL ARGUMENT RIGHTS AND MUST IMMEDIATELY STAND DOWN.

Trust me people I know these rules. This is my area. I don't memorize them either they just get drunk download whenever I'm the highest rank ing ecumenist in the room, it doesn't always happen on BellGab proper, but, these are interesting times. Very interesting indeed.

[Jackstar]

This was, for the first time in my BellGab posting history, too long to post in one piece at first draft. /flex

Oh yeah it's another thing--I'm not getting credit for my training coupons. The whole thing is a mess. You think my spelling is bad? Think again. If I get called a demon one more fucking I will go out and absolutely get one, and eat it live on camera right in front of you. You'll be better than Ozzy Osbourne but it'll be real.

DON'T THINK I CAN'T DO IT. Good night, Grapefruit, I love you! By the way your sister is a whore. Actual.

Well I was ironic I didn't expect that part to be so highlighted here I kind of thought this would be you know more casual. Still, I gotta admit whore or no--definitely worth it, at any price. Feathers or beads.

[Jackstar]

Everyone, feel free to read Jackstar's novel...

Cocksuckers only--pending company policy.

[Dr. MD MD]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6V-Hyow0HRU

[Innerreach]

Sure, this is easy. There is absolutely no difference between Dems and RINOs, both are just globalists in different clothing. Maybe trying growing up.

HA HA. Nice, I just wanted to give you the opportunity to state it.

[Innerreach]

Cocksuckers only--pending company policy.

Wow, guess I finally got your attention. I didn't know my cringe was your kryptonite. Note to self: Be a PRICK.

[Jackstar]

Sure, this is easy. There is absolutely no difference between Dems and RINOs, both are just globalists in different clothing. Maybe trying growing up and thinking for yourself. ;)

I could tell you with my mind right now. RIGHT FUCKING NOW. you either have no idea what is going on around behind you in the back scenes, are you being hired to cover up the f****** tragic comedy stylings of one Mr f*** you f***, which while everybody thinks is all cute and funny, That's only because I'm allowing that for now, and once again most of the surfaces your planet depends on its ability to not resemble a charge cinder block because of my calm gentle helpful demeanor.

Which is getting pretty frayed thin. See like just up there when I said demeanor, just got a ping from five units is down some idiot just hit report post. now later on in a dream session I got to go beat the s*** out of that guy so he doesn't get any wrong ideas. I am busy like you even know, because I don't even know, that's what it's like when you know how to bilocate.

meanwhile, yeah that sounds like b*******, cuz it is but it's actually a euphemism for something that's actually real, and it sucks but it's not bad because I'm in charge of it so I'm sure it'll get taken care of. It's just not how I wanted to spend my winter. meanwhile while people of good talent and strong character are dealing with this kind of nonsense cuz it has to be done, or else it will get worse--especially if I don't get laid soon--but there's plenty of people out there especially on the actual streets for whom their world already has gotten worse.

These people are Punylings. They are like as peasants. They know nothing. There suffering means nothing. The universe itself is a great wheel that turns on the axis shaft of actual human suffering--look it up that's how it works. So my girlfriend, becoming a werewhorefiend, that actually is a big deal for other reasons beyond my personal satisfaction, because not only is this guaranteed to get handled because the entire universe has to do it, it just hasn't done it yet because so far it's only me bothering them, besides I don't really have a problem I might just get a straight up upgrade and just... build a log cabin somewhere. S*** I got the legal right already to do that tonight. IN 2 HOURS. TONIGHT.

however that is just my perspective, and I am already been profoundly blessed and have been lucky to even know that Grapefruit exists--and remember, Kids, who loves you? That's right, ME, JACKSTAR, DELIVERER OF HIGH-OCTANE FLOWER-PRESSED PUSSY, don't you fuckin' ever forget--so if I don't make it the deal and it ends up happening like something like one of them canceling griddle in reverse kind of slash big things and she ends up being a golem slave to some literal monkey f** or something--I don't know actually something that's not ideal in that is not me, but then something that's yeah she didn't care because she's mind controlled anyway so what does she know? Same as always. But let's say I got to have some other woman. Well provided that it's a strict upgrade or side raid and she can cook meat without wrinkling her little nose because it's sneer of distaste hour and in her kitchen--because dowry--I mean I could imagine myself living without her, partially because, well I'm not a pussy whipped maggot farmer, like some boys, and also I could probably find something that might not be hotter but definitely more hot for me--like say a planeswalking echo from a past portal that I could loop through a... Thingy... Okay actually I don't know if I can do that yet, but I got a call into the right people. Because here's where we're at: if I have to hear any more f****** lip from some of you people, none of whom know who you are, I'm just going to pack it all in I'm just going to go and push it off the cliff into the river I'm just going to pop through a hole and you're not going to see me and that's going to be it I'm just going to blow the f****** thing up and it'll be worth it because I'll get a new one, and then when she wakes up and wonders where I went you'll be stuck with her. Which at this point is actually attempting thing to fight for. So you can see how my mind is already been twisted. 4 months ago 5 months even, Love my life what I couldn't imagine anything better didn't even mind that she didn't listen or can't still not clear on that, doesn't matter it was great still great it was going to be great had some problems with some authority with the children but they were coming around and they were walking out better and taking care of things and there was hope. There was always hope. Hope was never gone. Not a day went by where I didn't think, "wow this is amazing and it's really getting better." I'd pump or fill in my magic semen and say to her oh my God's incredible every single time we have sex it gets better." Which sounds sappy as I'll get out. But it was true. That was my experience and she actually agreed.

Then the event happened. The family that I met that had five members when I when I got there, has now literally been scattered to the four winds, brother and brother and mother are all separated by water, animals have gone full rebellion, creating their own totems, The cat has decided to adopt me and now hates its mother, because the cat sees his mother yelling at me and I never yell back--I always yell more and the cat respects that. Which is badass, because did I mention I could use a cat at any time, but it's still not what we had before which was a steady upward climb. Now it's a steady growing and donning realization that things have gotten serious, it's not like I wasn't on job, he was a whole bunch of extra busy work got a loaded in overnight. Could be Soros. Could be Sauron. It's that kind of gig.

Anyway I'm f****** tired of this s***. Barron do something. Come on I let him live a little. He's going to need practice anyway. besides if I can somehow get him a few minutes we can call Grapefruit's father on me and vouch for me that I'm in like Flynn it'll save us a lot of time.

Barring that I'm ready to flip the Melania if she's ready for another side piece. I know I said I could never disrespect our President that way but, Patriots... I am Jackstar, and I am evolving.

Don't think you can't do it either. Believe me anyone can if I can. And the writing about it is not the necessary part, so don't feel intimidated by me, I'm just here as the beacon to the lighthouses to throw the way. The necessary part for each individual is to live it.

In other words, #RubiniMagick, you ratfuck fake groomdman barber shop quartet fluffer. You understand what's happening while you f****** piss around over a f****** consonant. Lives are hanging in the balance. Guess what! They're not mine. See that? That's wop, that's kike, that's white. You need to get your act together. I've been telling you this for some time and I wasn't wrong then and I'm not wrong now and I'm equally serious and now I'm actually disturbed that you're so stupid that you have not figured out what you need to do here.

Do you fuvkimgy know who I fucking am? Yeah, I know right? lol. All right; good talk. I know you're doing your best thank you for saying so. But it's pretty much required that you do your best, BETTER. YES I DO MEAN NOW. When do you think, what, tomorrow? I could turn west swim into my entire capital by tomorrow. You need to get to work on things faster. Did you find the varenicline? I'll take my answer off the air. I don't need to beat you up anymore--yet.

She's starting to like it and I don't like that. Her kids sees her liking me beating up retards, they're going to want to do it too, and they're all retards it'll never stop. Yeah I know: you too. God bless you, now go fuck yourself and GO TO BED WITH YOUR ASSHOLE. THAT'S WHERE YOU BELONG. THAT'S YOUR HOME YOU'RE IN BED WITH YOUR ASSHOLE.

Sometimes all caps isn't big enough. I respect the lack of the b tag that I got to say. Somebody praise MV for me I got to go, I've already got trifling requests from tomorrow morning coming in already.

[Corona Kitty]

I just like take the moment to mention, that ever since the election day, I have been largely not using the internet and been largely offline dealing with IRL issues. Not only have I not checked one single little bit of election result coverage at all since the night itself, I didn't even vote again this time. That's right.

I didn't vote in the 2016 election, and I didn't vote in the 2020 election. And I feel great about this. I also did NOT: openly, knowingly lie to any one; abandon anyone; betray anyone; send any one up the river; knowingly lie to myself and thereby to the entire rest of the world; deliberately avoid performing a duty that I knew had to be done for no other reason than my own procrastinating and laziness compelling me to do so; kicked any puppies; engaged in sexual congress outside the boundaries of my personal committed relationship without consultation of my partner; lied to my partner about the messages that I've sent to other people; secretly been worshiping warlock the entire time I've been talking about being a minister for Christ; or delivered the shocker to a woman unexpectedly.

I'll be honest, the last one was kind of a tough one to maintain a firm commitment to, cuz I didn't exactly promise to never give anyone The Shocker.. Remember this is a list of things I have not done in 2020. What's important for this thread that includes this election that I did not vote in. I was considering finally choosing myself as a write-in candidate. I have a few friends to do this every year, they say "I think I could do the job better than anyone else, so I'm going to vote for me," and they always sound like unbelievably pretentious self-absorbed pricks, so I was not going to do that.

Ultimately I decided not to vote for two reasons. For one thing I've never voted for Trump in my life, and why start now? The guy has been destined to be president at this time since before he was born. I knew in 1989 in high school that it was going to be President Trump one day. He was on fucking Oprah saying he's going to do it. He had book after book with his name on the best seller list. He had a freaking board game. His board game was actually cool. It wasn't just branded marketing and colors construction paper. It was a legitimately designed new kind of board game with a twist on Monopoly combined with it's a large number of innovative elements. Who does all this much stuff? Who does it with him?  Someone with a long-term plan, that's who. And anyone who's really willing to do a long-term plan that far ahead, was going to know already that I wasn't going to vote and that they would plan for that: so we're good.

Now, speaking of a long-term plan, there's a couple things I like to get clear, and now seems as fine a place as any. First of all The Strike. This is an ongoing concern. I continue to be violently and virulently opposed to totalitarian censorship. And for what I've seen here... BellGab is not making the correct noises. Oh no. Not even a little bit.

I'm not going to get into it here just yet--I have other things to do in other places to be. Trust me. However one of the results of the earlier strike, with some of you may have imagined had ended with the return of David Rubini as a poster here, May not have realized that the David rubinia account is not here. Oh no: this is the Rubini Magick account. This is a big deal. This is a huge deal. Some of you may not realize. I'm going to break it down for you right now. Get ready.

Grapefruit and I are having an iconoclastic schism. This is actually extremely unexpected between us. And it's unexpected development happened at the same time a whole bunch of reasonably expected developments, you know the usual: she's a liar, she's a whore; she literally has taken money for whoring; she's eating a bedding being accomplished too and outright full-on committing multiple levels of insurance and benefit fraud, and in fact has her entire life; she's actually the lead Scion of a family of quasi gypsy f****** c**** that have been lying and cheating and c****** their stupid f****** way across the peninsula for the who knows how many f****** decades. They come from.... well let's put this way I don't want to get too deep into it.

Also she has used her food stamp benefits from time to time in exchange for recompense to me for, well let's just say... Certain sexually explicit food-related activities that needed to be... well, look, it's hard to get into some of these details. Also I've been having difficulty communicating with her at all ever since The Schism happened, because frankly I can't believe some of the things that she's tried to claim is being the case, and so I have to go back to investigating rebuild the foundational language that binds us together, and find out how she can believe such and possibly dumb things, without realizing that she's wrong. The investigation is ongoing--currently I'm looking at the possibility that she's actually illiterate and the only way that she's actually able to participate here in the forum is through some sort of shaman mystic ritual where she reads the forum through the eyes of a crow and makes her posts with the help of a fleet of very clever caterpillars. There is actually a case in the historical record that's similar--I know it sounds ridiculous but you would be surprised at the world we're on--things just really aren't as they seem.

for example hardly anybody knows this but I'm actually a Native American as well. Like, legit. I don't have a tribe myself because my entire family is dead and I'm the last of my line, so technically I'm a tribe of one--which is way cooler than it sounds. for one thing it automatically makes my penis 10% bigger as a racial bonus, because the way penises are measured depends on cultural variations. (think about it where do you put the base of the ruler? Some folks think that goes all the way back to the anus. No joke.) for another because there's only one of me I don't have to argue with anybody about where we're going to go out for Chinese food or whether we're going to get pizza or whether they're going to hate on that guy or they're going to make peace with them. I don't have to think about what did my dad say to about those kind of guys or is my uncle still a war with those people or did my cousin get cheated on a poker the other day? sadly a little in fact about Native American tribes these days in North America is that they spent a lot of time arguing about stupid f****** s*** and they were stupid to start with a lot of them. I don't mean to say anything rude: I'm sure a lot of people who are deeply involved in the Native American culture would agree off the record mostly, there's some f****** dumb f****** redskins out there. Of course same can be said of all types of peoples, but as careful astute students of human physiology know, redskin is the best skin.

I'm not looking at starting trouble. Not at all. I in fact love grapefruit and I love her family. I do. And the fact that every single last f****** one of them has blocked my phone number from sending them lots and lots and text messages as I explained to them a great length and an exquisite detail what exactly needs to be done about certain things--I know for a fact that they know exactly what I'm talking about, and I further know that every single one of them that agrees with me is not allowed to openly agree with me because otherwise other people in the family who disagree with them would cause trouble.

That's too bad. Now ordinarily I would be the first person to say let's start some trouble. However number one, in the situation there's a number of children involved, minor children, and a significant proportion of them are quite adorable lovely growing young people. some of their absolute rat think bastards you should be f****** slaughtered at dawn after spending all night in the husk out getting slops jumped on them alternated with pigs with diarrhea. Now having said that, these are still beautiful innocent children of God, in spite of the fact that they are all--all--part barefoot savage, part feathernigger. Now don't get me wrong: not only do I love niggers I also love featherniggers. Some people say that the beadnigger is a superior nigger--Truth be told I have not sampled all of the types of Native American tribes, no where close, but due to past events in my life involving a brie f encounter with a palladian ambassador, I like feathers. Except some white people that looks trashy.

So anyway, I don't know if I've ever made this clear to everybody but, Grapefruit herself is of Native American stock. And of course I'm speaking euphemistically there: The stone cold solid fact is, SpaceMeowMaid is an absolute stone cold solid barefoot savage feathernigger, with not just a little bit of a smattering of beadnigger in there too.

And now before you get all upset, I'm aware that some of you think that the n-word is a big problem. To those people I have only the following to say: shut the fuck up and grow up. It is a goddamn word. It does not have magic powers. There are words that do have magic powers that is not one of them. It has a different kind of power to call it magic is not appropriate.

I will continue to discuss the nature of the word nigger in a forthcoming post, upcoming soon. Stay tuned. We will know for now that I do not mean any disrespect to SpaceMeowMaid for her racial and cultural makeup. Now not many people understand this at all of course, but she and I very early on a relationship, made it very clear to each other we do not have racial prejudices within our makeups, in general. I say in general because she herself is actually racist against all men, especially men that she's attracted to because that makes her think of ... Well I don't want to get into it right now. I would not want to speak for her on this issue right now. She doesn't have her drums at hand; it's not fair. there are cultural limitations for her ability to debate and not able to beat on a drum while she's talking about a point makes it harder for her to make her point because of... well reasons. Look, I know it's complicated but stay with me here.

I've intentionally written this post in a manner that is consistent with certain guidelines about structured magickal workings. One will note this is magick with K. As is plainly a parent there are two different words magic, five letters, no K, and of course the actual word itself that we're actually talking about, M-A-G-I-C-K, YOU F****** ILLITERATE F****** C*** F***, it's f****** magick. Because number one magic refers to stage magic. Like David Copperfield. Like Doug Henning. Like the Federal Reserve. Like that black PR garbage that that one David Rubini flooded the board with. That's not reality. That's a parliament trick. When one camouflage is the magician pulling doves out of his double-breasted suit by having everyone look at the assistant with the huge bazumbas in the big ass who's dancing around not doing anything at all really but everybody's looking at her, nobody's looking at where the guy is just pulling acme doves out of an acme hat. Magic is skilled control of the perception of reality.

Magick, refers to a different kind of controlled skill, that being the direct manipulation of reality. now I understand a lot of you don't believe in this stuff. That's not the point I'm going to get to. The point I'm getting to is it much to my surprise I discovered that not only is space meow made exceptionally hard named to come up with on Google voice recognition, she's also an immense closet racist because due to her past experiences with a bunch of bastards, and they're gangstalking handlers, she has a certain amount of prejudice built in that she's mostly unaware of: and that is she tends to automatically trust women and distrust men--and the more attracted she is to the man, the more she's going to distrust him, as well as vice versa, just a key point we're going to get to you later in upcoming post, I can assure you.

That's one extremely pertinent part of the schism, because has one might imagine, in my past rule which was stated to me as Most Attractive Man To Me, for a solid 3 years running, is I. And as they say familiarity breeds contempt... Have a little while I started noticing, hey this broad is not give me a fair shake. She's misjudging me she's imagining things that aren't happening she's being distrustful in ways that I wouldn't be distressful of an actual nigger, it became apparent that I was not really automatically assumed to be trustworthy around the preview button girls of the family tribal unit... Just a whole bunch of ridiculous stuff. I don't know about you but I'm pretty clear I'm not attracted to women who are not sexually mature, so I didn't notice it for a long time The strange looks the weird blocks on the doors the strange addresses... Basically all designed to keep crazed white men (like they thought I was at first) away from their redskin wimmins. Honestly can't hardly blame them. They're all pretty cute. The problem I had that developed into a full-blown PROBLEM as soon as I consciously recognize it, is that I was being the victim of prejudice unconsciously.

Or perhaps consciously. More on that later. Right now back to the magick part. Now when David Rubini started talking about "Rubini Magic", I instantly automatically corrected it by adding the K. Because that's how it's done. And then he tried to tell me that that was wrong, at the same time jumping right in, operating against me on a key issue, she agrees with this know-nothing wop faggot, without even beginning a discussion, we shouldn't make any sense to me at all because shouldn't this be something we could go to tribal council, or doesn't she have to go out in the woods and find some extra beads or something--so I went clear on how other Native Americans do it because as a tribal one I just do whatever the f*** I want cuz I am both chief and squadock. It's nice. I get a lot of freedom. It's nice. During during the lockdown, essential travel only: yeah that's me. I'm the only one I try who's also going to go gather the salmon and the in the beads or whatever! I got to go out you can't stop me! he was great I never loved his lawn lockdown for even a minute this year. what was that like having to stay at home and never go anywhere? Was that annoying? Now I bet. Not me though. I'm a superior man.

So back to the point I was confused that my girlfriend and this wop were suddenly working against me together as if it was born and bred in them. Now I ask what the hell is going on I didn't get answers that made sense: they said things like it's automatically evil because Christ and I'm like... What? Then space mail model pipes up and squeaks, "it's evil cuz it's from Crowley! And he's bad!" And it also blows my mind, cuz for one thing again no discussion about whether or not it's bad or good within the council I guess they already decided this ahead of time, and then she's pronouncing Crowley like like an owl. Not like a crow, not like an owl. I know I know something's immediately rotten Denmark because she's got crows around her all the time she can go to the grocery store without talking to the crows I'm not even kidding she's got check with the crow to see which chicken to slaughter for divination. Look. Trust me. There's a lot of it that secret and private and personal, and there's a lot of it you just wouldn't even believe, so I didn't want to muddy the water here. The long story short my girlfriend who at the time was looking like my girlfriend, start talking mad s*** about something she doesn't know anything about because if she doesn't know that Crowley is supposed to rhyme with holy, she can basically just f*** right off down side up hamo into the f****** clover. okay so within like 10 12 seconds of this s*** coming out it's on like donkey Kong and it's been a f****** family blood feud ever since.

I'm sure you have all heard some rumors. There are reasons for that. in order to protect the privacy and sanctity of certain Native American peoples and their very important prior rituals, additional material has been inserted into the narrative thread so that nobody will automatically know which kind of feather belongs to my girlfriend. And then at the moment I'm not particularly prepared to say who my girlfriend is, because as soon as that f****** b**** told me that I was evil because I believe in magick, I couldn't believe that she was expecting me to take it seriously, and then she and this illiterate wop n*****, turns out ends up turns out they're both turbo-crypto-kikes.

And that, that might be something there might be something wrong with. I don't actually know, because at this point this matter is not in my area this is something that I'm heavily biased about because obviously I've strong feelings about being called evil by my f****** girlfriend and getting backed up by some f****** chopperhead monkey face who thinks he knows what's what better than me or her and I'm f****** Clergy. I've credentials. I am the chief and progenitor of my own Tribe. The reason why I'm not a registered tribe is because, well... My bones go down too deep, and where I to actually demonstrate my heritage of the way it's usually done, I get a little bit too much attention cuz I was here for the first time a lot earlier than a lot of other tribes, including the Algonquins, who are the original turbo crypto kikes, and they think they like to handle other people's business for them because usually that's a good at it.

so basically we're looking at here is a perfect storm s*** show, and my girlfriend's life has gone completely s*** splat crazy, cuz she's while she's being stupid about things and a way that I wouldn't tolerate from another person for a minute no matter what their f****** name was, this is put a great deal of tension on things.

For example she and I are no longer able to enjoy conjugal relations. The last time we did, which was I think the day before yesterday, something like that I forget exactly: it was a nightmare. For her. I made some comment while babbling like a loon and pumping and grinding away into her sweetness--and ladies and gentlemen do not get me wrong there was some sweetness, our relationship used to be based on mutually agreed upon and respected bonds of trust and companionship and respect--but somehow I was trying to convey to her how extraordinarily wonderful it was that I was seeing the fingerprints of God in the flesh of our bodies melting is one loving being... Suddenly I feel her cunchy shrivel up like a instant raisin around my shaft, and I instantly know that something's going wrong, cuz if something was going right we would have done that a long time before because it's suddenly felt like really tight and really hot and really warm and I realized... Oh she's looking up and she's wants to kill me. meanwhile I'm pumping away and just feeling happy that I'm feeling warmer and happier, and I'm grinning and I'm smiling and I'm thinking that I'm doing something good and she's looking at me like I'm about to die... and, well let's just say I know what to do in this circumstance--again, legit Clergy--so I managed to dismount without causing more agony, which is important cuz she's already crippled, and she can't afford to lose too much more mobility, she's already not going anywhere up the ladder, if she loses side to side action she's up s*** creek

in fact this is causing a real trouble because for the time being she doesn't have a driver's license. She doesn't have insurance for a car. it's sitting in front of my mother's house parked in the driveway, insured with the low cheapest insurance that's called "Parked". See and I can't drive without paying it up either, unless I have a good reason for doing it, but I have my own car so that's okay but the main thing is is that the arrangement was supposed to be that she was going to use my ability to drive to get her around to do things for my life that we were going to do together because that's what we're doing we haven't committed a relationship.

and then all of a sudden out of nowhere seemingly because of this stupid crypto turbo type fuck picking the wrong fucking team, I got to deal with these two morons telling me that I'm evil and I need a baptism.

I don't want to get into what happened then. It's ugly and it's getting uglier--for them. behind the scenes action has happened that I can't even describe--it wouldn't be respectful--but surprised to say people who currently now think they are right about how to pronounce the word holy, are currently also thinking they're right about saying that I, Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams is a demon.

Okay so to say the least Houston we got a problem. so this is what I've been dealing with while you've been pretending that you have an election problem--well grapefruit has a f****** erection problem, because this is obviously the kind of thing that left unchecked is going to rip things out of control. It's already started to happen badly because, last I heard David Rubini is not allowed to post here and instead you got somebody called RUBINI MAGIC doing it. Now who cleared this? Lotta this crept up on me unwares.I kind of got thrust of the middle of it and now I'm on full duty paying attention to chatter on the demonic observation network, there's not really a lot of chatter right now because once I found out that this was an issue for real, I started issuing edix and orders to all the subcreatures to, you know, find out if I wasn't getting out of line. See where things stood. Do a Tarot reading--which need I remind you are totally evil to some people but totally okay for Grapefruit, except for she thinks it's evil because now she's got a pterodactyl that was supposed to be a gift for her and now it's a big bona contention that I'm ready to pound one card by one card right up her smooth white ass, cuz she ain't really all that red, especially on her ass, unless it gets a paddle to some.

So I've talked to her father, I made him aware of the situation, and I don't know if he was allowed to know that without checking in first or if he was able to take the word for me--there are diplomatic issues here--because at the same time all this is happening, really more like two or three months before, great for suddenly realizes that she just doesn't want cohabitation--like she told me on our first date, that she was looking for something that leads to cohabitation--suddenly I don't know where she's like oh I want to get married! And I'm like well what about handfasting? And she says no I need the real one with a wedding! And I'm like people have hand-fasted weddings! And she says but that's not a marriage! And I say yes but that's because marriages are evil, as they've been corrupted by the influence of the Satan and the state as has been foretold in the writings. And then she tells me that one of them is good and one of his bad and I said yes you're right you just got the names reversed and then she tells me she's got to be traditional, and then I say--get this--"it's got to be traditional, huh? Okay what's your dowry?" Now I know this is a provacative question, because I sort of knew at the time and I really know now that there's actually a certain tradition that says if a white man asks to what the diary is you have to kill him, but I'm actually not white I'm... Well look I'm Special Status. I'm actually in the middle of getting diplomatic permission to write a letter to her Chief of the tribe she was assigned to, which isn't as weird as it sounds, and then I tell her hey I need to write to the chief of your tribe, and I figured this will be easy I'll just get his PO box and or wigwam number or whatever, and instead it turns into this thing, we're instead of there being a very simple process I got to present... It's stupid. there's something going on that I don't agree with and because I don't agree with it that stalls everything and then the half of grapefruits family that thinks I'm stupid, doesn't agree with the half of the grapefruits family that thinks I'm a half-mongrel savage nigger, because I'm Hungarian to them that's mongrel, and to further complicate the matters I'm actually a lost blood Prince. Which is a whole another mess that I just found out about recently.

So it's not a good situation, especially since Grapefruit is actually ready to actually just kill me. She's actually tried to before. there was a time when we dealt with this demon b******* problem before--I'm sure some of you remember the semen demons, and yes I banished the infestation, everyone's fine now, thanks for asking--and at a certain point before she was certain that I wasn't a demon she thought that I was a demon and then she had to banish the demons or some s*** and then it turned out that I actually did have demons like orbiting me outside the range of my aegis, wish I actually thought was kind of nice because at least they're far away from me but of course if I'm going to join any kind of long house gathering something I can't have demons forwarding me as like Jupiter's moons or something. Long story short she becomes convinced there's a demon in me and it's not but when she banishes the demon in her ritual she uses her native drum, and her native war cry, and at the time this happened she happened to be naked, although I think there is some semen dribbling down her leg too. It was a sudden thing. So suddenly I've got this woman who's crazed with murderous intent she's ready to kill me and the way she's going to do it is by beating a drum to do a demon killing song that if I had a demon in me and I wanted to let go of it and I didn't kill me at the same time but what happened was it created a some kind of portal maybe, and all the demons and all the exterior reality space outside of a small area around us started to warp and shift kind of like one of those weird scenes in twin peaks right, and at first I was mildly terrified. I thought to myself is this it? Is she actually going to kill me? and then I look a little closer and I realize that she's murdering and she's terrified because she's terrified that I'm actually actually a demon the whole time and I've been chound down her box with my demon tongue and stuff, with which is a terrible thing to contemplate were to be true but, it was really just a case of me being particularly skilled at it. anyway as soon as I realize that she was is terrified as I was and I wasn't terrified at all cuz I knew I love this woman if she wants to kill me with a war cry and a drum, hells yes what a way to go I even went out with her bang.

So I thought that was the worst thing I have to deal with.No, The worst thing is the love of my life having been erroneously convinced that because of a translation error, and a atrociously bad systems administrator, Grapefruit is in the impression that I'm wrong about something. And I'm not wrong. She's the one who's wrong. Now, go ahead and tell her that. Go on, do it. Yeah, I know right?

now here's how it's going to go down I had to go on a vision quest to some of the help that I needed for this because I've only got myself alive and all my helpers are dead now because some idiot thought it'd be a great idea to kill my family and my cat. Thanks! They're here in spirit, which is super cool for me, has it's hard to beat one guy with an army of spirit warriors, and when the leading the charge is My Mother, The Lich and SINISTAR, THE CAT WITH INFANT LIVES, I'm basically unstoppable, and in most circumstances with Grapefruit on my side and on my team on the level and not on the rag, we are ACTUALLY unstoppable. I'm not going to be lying, it was nice it is real nice, he was even nice when she was unstoppable buying shoes.

However now, you might have noticed from the election results, things have been stopped. Armies have been called up. Brews have been made from important leaves and twigs. children in the Native American school system that are old enough to do so have stopped selling marijuana and have started selling Captagon. probably it's not going to go that far because I'm not stupid and I don't think these turbo kites are stupid, but it's not up to just me and if you think I'm going to give up on my Girlfriend for being stupid, you're wrong.

Now I could end all this just by revealing myself as the Queen's Sorcerer, putting a little show, and that would be that, during these times of extreme peril and global pandemic *cough cough" and ordinarily I'd want to be sensitive to such things but I want to get this done in a hurry but here's the rub I'm working on becoming eligible to ask her father's hand for her hand in marriage, because if this broad wants to get married who am I going to say no, and as we all know in the civilized world anything can be negotiated.

Except getting this woman to admit that she's been wrong for a long time without realizing it. I'll tell you once I figured out that she was wrong when she was taught wrong and then she didn't want to acknowledge it again and then that was wrong it's kind of like one of those infinite loops where the computer gets caught in a time box, because Spock beat it at chess or something, anyway now she's locked into being her role as Handmaiden of King Stupid, because that some of you know amongst her many talent she's actually a shapeshifter too. A real fancy one. She can even turn it into a turbo kike. And that takes dedication

But for now I got to handle the thing delicately and with some diplomacy and some decorum, because I f***** this up she doesn't get to marry me ever, because of some kind of blue moon rule or some s***. I'm not alive this s*** is crazy complicated because over thousands of years of Native American tribal ownership, I'm not the only guy I figured out these a tribe of one and didn't need to f*** ing sign up and register and guys like me have been making rules and land down edicts all over the land and the land remembers that and once a while there's a tripwire and suddenly, A man finds himself hated by 80% of the Kitsap peninsula just cuz one dude said the wrong thing. Now I know that matters much to be, everything on the Kitsap peninsula is either trash or tourist trash, but I'm not willing to let let Grapefruit sacrifice her possible roof rights, you see because I'm actually a blood Prince, and she's some kind of royalty that's so stupid f****** secret that I'm not even allowed to know what it is yet but she gives me these knowing smiles and knowing winks and acting like she's all that--BECAUSE SHE FUCKING WELL IS--and while it is tempting to just go into masculine mode and solve the problem number one I don't want to embarrass her in front of people--and I know that if I didn't pull myself back like I'm doing now I f****** well would cuz I am f****** enraged pissed at how this has gone f****** down--and then number two remember what I said before, it really wasn't that long ago come on keep up, she's got an unconscious bias against all men that she finds attractive, and the most attractive she's most biased against and therefore on a natural scale anybody that she's actually aware that she's attracted to and thinks she is consciously up her head, is actually the most ugliest blossom dick bag male in her field of vision. so of course that's her secret champion and I got to hear all the f****** about it.

And then on top of that, this new girl who found out that I'm supposedly single, she happens to mention to me that 5 years ago she was engaged this guy who killed himself in jail she was told and he happened to have the same name as this punyeling d-bag lying thieving swindling ship bag fuck. And if that's not creepy enough, at one point grapefruit's father said that he wanted to give me a trip to prison in two bullets in the back ahead as a wedding present. Or so I heard. I can't check. Communication lines are down. Fog of war. and I'm this close to just blowing the whole thing wide open and taking a whole gaggle of redhead females from another tribe that I've already got to lead on in another state and just shipping men and making a full on tribe and actually register and taking the war to The Court. DON'T THINK I CAN'T DO IT.

It's kind of tough that it's an election year, but who knows maybe that'll take some of the pressure off. Meanwhile speaking to taking some of the pressure off, ever since Grapefruit freaked out about suddenly getting the false impression that I was telling her that she wasn't as pretty as a white woman--you got to remember that this crazed blasting mastet is sd racist as they come and doesn't actually know that or believe it, because deep down denial is as deep as it comes when it comes to d****** cheerleader airhead geranium f******.


All right so back to the magick thing. I represent that there's nothing evil here going on and I don't need to hear any shift from your people that you could back it up, meanwhile The Strike is still going on, because this Ruby magic character is not David Rubini, or if it is it's a different name and that completely goes against the principles of my strike, for another grapefruit was on strike with me and then suddenly wasn't for reasons to know and like that didn't I didn't hear that from council, and then it was shortly after that at that point I discovered that there was a hostile takeover going on, because it turns out one of Grapefruit relatives is, let us say, not exactly as competent a roofer as you would expect a savage, beaded-and-splay-footed dotnigger to be, and independently from this ongoing issue she messed up a diplomatic mission earlier in the year and the fallout from that is still coming in and it's about to get on strong and combined with all this is just a complete mess and I swear I would take the hemlock if I could, but SpaceMeowMaid ends up waking up out of her fugue state--and she will--it discovers that why she was walking around in a days, I just gave up waiting and f****** killed myself and then came back as a Wendigo--because why not right it's not like all the Wendigo-hunters went extinct too, right? Oh they did? So I'd be immortal then? Bartender double helmlock, please--trouble is I love this woman and if I cause trouble when I don't need to cause trouble and she gets in more trouble she might just flip the switch and kiss her entire tribe of stupid f****** ignorant b**** ass big f****** prejudicial actual f****** n******, goodbye.

she's already said goodbye to a whole bunch of friends that she had that didn't like me because they were stupid, but she still got a bunch of friends left who also don't like me not because they're stupid because they're smart enough to know that there's no way they can master me and they think that if I end up doing something they don't want to do then they can't possibly stop me so they better take me out while they can. Honestly it's a good plan, except it's already too late I joined infinite 2 years ago and now I'm vulnerable to this kind of thing. However I am not invulnerable to sadness, and while I really like watching Grapefruit's children pretend that they hate me--they hate vegetables long walks in the sun and helping their mother too so who gives what they hate, Savage barefoot children, it doesn't matter that there's superior virginic stock, well it's fun that those little rat bastards hate me cuz they're not old enough to do anything fun with or think for themselves anyway, it's not cool that it's causing Grapefruit to suffer, because one of the little adorable balls of yarn decided to become an Indian who drinks fire water, with predictable results--namely sudden instant homelessness--while she was smart enough not to ask me if her puking trusted son could come over and crash anywhere, I did eventually make it clear that I thought he was way better off being actually homeless and learning the lessons now at the tender age of 21 and 6 days--check it out homeless already, already on the malt liquor, lil' fighter--it probably best to be slept rough for a while in October before he actually turns to blue ice in February. Besides this one's literally partner wall so he's going to soldier through the cold anyway. but you know how mothers are the kid cries and wines and she instantly wants to cry and want to stop and then no one was around at the right age to slap her in the face and tell her to stop doing that because you don't want to have endless crying and whining when you're on watch at Dawn for predators, right? Anyway I wasn't suggesting to really slap her in the face--not at that time, not yet--but I was saying not a suggestion but I was saying I will not have that boychild, that manbred beast, that uncouth allowed to once said that he didn't think he needed to know how to apologize--and I guess he thought he was never going to too, lol--I even if I believed that he needed to be not homeless, then he still would have needed to apologize to me and now it's too late and I don't care that he's homeless and I hope he f****** suffers as much as Irene did when she was homeless. And it was a lot worse for her too cuz she's not part 'Squatch, like we are.

and it got worse at that point real fast because it wasn't so much that it's racist that I said that all the Native Americans are Sasquatch, is that supposedly that's kind of a secret, or at least something that we're supposed to be at least mildly respectful of--unlike Hungarian lost blood princes apparently, yeah f*** them and f*** their respect while f****** respecting that f****** cock--but apparently Sasquatch is okay to say but 'Squatch is not.

And it was at that point, ladies and gentlemen, that I went on a four day bender and I have not bothered to look back much, other than to say thank God I didn't kill any more of them, because I was only able to hide so many bodies at once, and believe me that's a euphemism and some of you know exactly what I mean.

EGG-XACTLY. Now back to the magic/Magick/mshhmss thing, it's like this, Dude: there are forces in Medellin s*** that's going on here that you have no conception of. None. And what's more you think you do, but not only do you not you haven't even bothered to check, but the reason why you haven't by the check is because you know deep down where you'll find and then you know that if you perhaps wait to find out you can perhaps get into that sneak that booty. you know it I know it she knows it she loves it I don't mind it I can say that but, here's the problem, you know the rules... and so do I.


Basically it might already be too late. My hand to God we might see the civil war, The second American civil war, The war of the secret societies, The first war around the Jackstar actually gets to serve in not undercover, it's already a total s*** show and it's ready to make a whole bunch of native plants and s*** extinct unless things happen. And all this cuz some mother f***** taught this lovely girl the wrong way to say a word.

It's like the crow. It rhymes with holy. You're talking about at Aleister Crowley, it f****** rhymes with f****** HOLY, AND THE INSTANT ONE IMPLIES OR SAYS IT IS NOT, ONE HAS LOST ALL ARGUMENT RIGHTS AND MUST IMMEDIATELY STAND DOWN.

Trust me people I know these rules. This is my area. I don't memorize them either they just get drunk download whenever I'm the highest rank ing ecumenist in the room, it doesn't always happen on BellGab proper, but, these are interesting times. Very interesting indeed.

Hey this isn't jackstar's depressed life magazine pal!!!

[Dr. MD MD]

There suffering

Disqualified.

[Corona Kitty]

ASSAERAE and Jackstar are fucked in the head twins.

Two of the least desirable human beings.

[Dr. MD MD]

Two of the least desirable human beings.

That’s no way to speak of your parents but makes sense considering who you are.

[Corona Kitty]

[AZZERAE]

...

Hey. Good to see you back. I was concerned about you.

[Dr. MD MD]

Deal with your establishment chode hauling? No thanks.

[Corona Kitty]

Even sleepy Joe Biden has left his room more times than nasty nappy-headed nurse MDMD.