Richard Groypers' Bellgab Podcast

[Jackstar]

im listening to the Rubini Jackstar podcast. my god. MY GOD!

One of us takes requests. One of us quests.

[Asuka Langley]

https://voca.ro/1gjkzO8QYBBs

This is gold 10/10

[Ciardelo]

One of us takes requests. One of us quests.

And both of you are looking for your next hit LOL!

[Dr. MD MD]

It’s so hard to find a relatively sane woman anymore.

[Dr. MD MD]

Why did it cut off after Jack’s story about his dead cat?

[Walks_At_Night]

Why did it cut off after Jack’s story about his dead cat?

Gotta tune into Groyper's stream to find out the rest of the story [which I hope has a happy ending].

[Ciardelo]

It’s so hard to find a relatively sane woman anymore.

Bro's B4 Ho's -- It was interesting to hear them compare notes, lol.

[Ciardelo]

Gotta tune into Groyper's stream to find out the rest of the story [which I hope has a happy ending].

Groyper's streaming?

[Jackstar]

Funny how even though you won't listen to me

*AHem* *cough* You? Listen... to... YOU? Trust me, Chica Bueno, you have been listened to. omfg, I've heard it all. However, it was--and still is--very important that I did not hear your full retelling of your experiences at The New JFK Experience Project down in Dallas.. and, yeah, I bet you wished I could have been there. Gee, I wonder why. However, you made your choices, I consented to your itinerary as presented... and now, you're still on the ride of your life. Did you get me a buckle? Did you get me a shot glass? Did you get me a souvenir signing bonus? Sigh. You were warned. You were warned. YOU WERE WARNED. So, what the fuck, Ladyfriend... you really feel that bad about not getting a chance to tell me your breathless retelling of your violation and your assault and your sexual assault and your creepy drapey grapefruit dinner? Okay, for one thing--not a chance--and for another, as I am not and never were, your Investigator, I prefered to maintain an aura of Plausible Deniability.

I have NO IDEA what happened to you in Dallas. NONE. Even though somebody--I'm not naming names, Biznatch--filled up my phone line, my head, and my screaming waking nightmares for UP TO TWENTY HOURS IN TOTAL with spoken word variable re-tellings of violence, rape, abuse, terror, and raw, raging brutality--NEVER my job--I was prepared for that, and so even though I listened to every fucking word about the consensual fucking--my upcoming job--and they were interspersed and interlayered with so many different facts and stories and versions of events, that... I could not say for certain, what story or parts of stories that he ever told me... are true.

Similarly, every time I was in your presence, and you began to breathlessly relate your version of events--I cut you off. This is for your protection, Love WHORE, as much as mine--actually more than, to tell you the truth, because whenever I think about what happened to you, I start to get reflux--potatoes, again? awww--and, look, if I told you once, I told you at least three times... "What the fuck are you doing? Do you realize that you're getting trafficked? Because this is how a person gets trafficked. Yes, obviously, how likely could that be? Nevertheless, Sweetie, you can't just up and fly off to Dallas alone, are you nuts? Besides, you can't go today, it's Friday, you're picking up your kid. Okay, now it's Monday--wow, that was fast--and are you fucking mental? Holy fuck! You really want to risk getting trafficked... for what? A job? That wop spic kike fuckmess glowfag is never going to give you a job, are you fucking nuts? Oh, well, then, by all means. rolleyes. Oh my fucking God. Nooooo. Do not go alone. What the fuck, "Lady." Are you planning to have sex with him? Right. Has he had a recent blood test? Right. Does he donate blood? Sure. You don't know, you just made that up! Oh, for fuck's sake. I cannot believe that I can believe this. Okay, well, I guess I better go shake The Girlfriend Tree and knock up some low-hanging fruit with some Sailor Upgrades... lol, no, I haven't talked to her in months and I haven't seen her in years. Ooh, look at the big surprise on the big face of the big fruit! No, like I said, Always Faithful. It's not just a brand, it's a way of life. You should try it some time. Maybe in your new life as a Ranch Queen in East Texas, yeah? lol right. Okay, listen Sweet-Tea, I love you, and of course I will drive you to the airport, and be cheerful when I pick you up, but... please be careful, alright? I love you. Okay. #Fealty? Yeah, more like Filthy.

See, that's how I remember it. What do you remember? Wait, don't tell me--you remember all there is to remember when one remembers Their Culling. Something like that. Yeah, I know, it's a nursery rhyme I picked up back in 'Nam. Now, remember, when you say that I don't listen to you, believe me, oh, believe me... I would love to hear your story. LOVE TO. How about... in a Zoom meeting? We'll invite Richard, we'll invite Chefist, we'll invite ALL the Cat Ladies, yeah, fuckin' pack them in, standing room only... and you'll tell your story, ONCE, and we'll record it, and of course, DAVID WILL BE THERE, and then... hey, wait? Where are you going? You dropped your cane.

Back to reality. Now, while I appreciate your willingness to tell me all about your hideous experiences, I think I'm gonna take a pass for now, as I have been, ever since you came back and treated me like shit as soon as you got off the plane, and continued to do so until you were able to get to a hardline and get your new talking points, and I do thank you for softening your tone from that point forward--I know, it was horrible, I love you too--but when you get on here, or anywhere, and say shit like "you won't listen to me" and make that in context sound like something bad, what you're really referring to is my retainment of my special legal status in this case, that being, NOT FUCKING INVOLVED. You want to tell your story so bad? Tell the authorities. Tell the police. Talk to the hand. What the fuck. Jesus. So. Did you get a job? Well, at least we know you're a whore. Oh. So no job then. So, what did you go there for? I see. You got that permission slip for me yet? I gotta make the apostille by five so I can get this letter on the train or Earth gets sent to the back of the line again. Oh really. Okay, back to the end of the line for you, hit the road. The dirt one, not the trail. You're welcome. And I am sorry, I should have thrown my body in front of that yellow cab, but I was so surprised to see an actual yellow cab, I was so stunned, I forgot to throw myself under its wheels in order to stop it. RIGHT THE FUCK UNDER, QUEENIE. I did think about it, though. But I was like... "holy shit, it really happened. Should I call the police? Hehe, that'd be funny. 'Thanks for bringing her back, Officer, how long until she wakes up? Just put her over there, upside down in a pretzel shape, she likes it, here's your tip.' I also thought about just effing killing myself, you lying bitch, I can't fucking believe you did this to us, but, well... what were we again? Oh, right, Tulsa. Groan.

and when I told you what happened

Sit yourself down, pour yourself a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up, you numb fuckhead, and remember: I TOLD YOU WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. Then, you went. Against my wishes, against my advice, and against The Law, YOU LYING FUCKING IDIOT CHEERLEADER. Then, while you were on your business trip, I launched a Network, produced a podcast, saved your fucking life with the awesome power of My Sourcerous Might--do you like it? It's not nanotech, I don't think, but I'll be honest, lol, I mostly have no fuckin' idea, but it is pretty badass, it could be--and made it to the airport to intercept your demon handler's pickup, right on time. (Please clap.) Why? Mostly because, I am awesome. But also because, I fucking love you. But not because you deserved it, oh no--for all I know, you deserved exactly what you got, but since I don't know what you got, how should I know? All I know is, you came home with a souvenier for yourself, but not one for me, and I don't know if you got laid or Raid, but I know this: I HAVE NOT GOTTEN ANY SEX FROM ANYONE BUT (you) SINCE WELL, LONG BEFORE THE DAY WE EVER MET, how long did I say it was at the time? I think it was maybe a year. Anyway, bottom line, you broke your word to me, you decieved me, you disagreed with my advice, you mocked me, you humiliated me, you openly lied to my face an unknown number of times, and Jesus, could I ever go on with this list, but you know what? I won't.

BECAUSE I DID NOT. Why do you ask me to spend my time on this kind of thing? Oh, right, survivor of childhood abuse. How long ago was that? More, or less, than HALF A CENTURY ago? So, get some psychotherapy. What are you waiting for, next Christmas? Get the fuck outta here. Oh, you're back. Oh, now you need more counseling? I thought you had counseling? How did the... oh, I see. Well, honey, that's why, I thought, you insisted on monogamy. You insisted on monogamy, right? Strict monogamy. Don't you remember? Hey, do you hear that? What does that sound like? Does that sound like laughter? Why, it is laughter! And, what do you know--it's coming from my pants. Not the kilt, my pants, in the other dimension where pants is what I wear, and in that dimension, I got to get laid and have friends and you aren't Grapefruit, you're a gasfire. Alright, well, thanks for cheating on me... oh, I mean, I'm sorry you got raped... oh, I mean, did you check him for ticks, at least? Does that mean I have Texas Herpes now? Cool, I can cure that, c'mere Babe, give it to me again. :)

In Minecraft.

you freaked out

Wrong I don't acknowledge that your stated version of events is either true, nor accurate. What I did was, swallow my bile and my gorge while I struggled not to puke my guts out as I realized with slowly dawning horror what must have happened to you... and you don't even know about that part yet. Thanks, I'm not going to be here next week--maybe. Definitely--try the veal, though. And thank it for its service.

Other than that, I'm pretty well-adjusted... it's hard to complain, a lot more people know that I'm a great guy than before. I am sure this will make going to the car wash a lot more satisfying. Hopefully they will let me go soak my head and drink from the firehose for only $1 extra. Now, if I freaked out... what did you do? Nice video blog. Did you get a counselor yet? Oh, wait, my bad--at this point, what business of mine is that? Say hi to your Dad for me. Also: say goodbye to your Mother. I think she had no idea what I was doing, and you might want to tell her that I just saved her ass, big-time. Or, maybe not. Who can say? Maybe she reads Bellgab. Either way, I really don't feel very freaked out. Not one bit. This is my job, lady, I'm fucking Qlergy. We've met, right? I bet you don't remember, but don't worry, look at my latest post in A Fun Look. Go on, I'll wait. Here, I already packed your lunch.

and told me to go to the authorities,

I said, "well, if that happened, that's technically rape, but... look, just go report. I'll take you in. I'll be happy to. Here, I'll just turn left at this trafficking light, and... Sweetie, did you just faint? Oh, God, she vomited. I'm glad this is her car. Sweety, are you awake yet? Hi. Yeah, it's okay, that shit can happen. Now, listen: I don't know what to do at this point--cleaning the puke off the shoes of formerly trafficked cheerleaders really isn't my area--but I do know how to get you to helpful services. And I know, I would never choose to leave you, but... look, it's like this, you might need to get taken in to the shop for a while. 90 minutes, 90 days... I have no fucking idea, but I do know this: you need services, and I need a vacation. Yes, I know, you don't want services, you want shoes, there, there, it's alright--but I am pretty sure that you are going to find out for yourself over the next few weeks, you're probably going to notice yourself experiencing some... side-effects. And even though you lied to me, cheated on me, laughed at me, shared sexy photos of yourself and my mother's jewels all over the Internet without even bothering to mention it to me AT ALL until HE SENT ONE BACK VIA SMS--Cool--and then, at that point, you LIED TO ME and said, "I only sent one!" and then, within two weeks, I get HALF A DOZEN MORE SLOWLY DRIBBLING INTO MY PHONE, fuckin' hot and sexy pictures of you that I've never seen before personally--Cool. keep 'em coming, Lads--and I am using the word "NEVER" here, and--let me be clear--now that it is APPARENT that you have lied--LIED TO ME-repeatedly about this, tell me again, where did he get those pictures from? "Not from me!" Okay, fine. lol. Thanks, Mom! Okay, Grapefruit, here's the deal--go to the authorities, don't go to the authorities, I certainly do not have a preference--but My Mother, The Lich is now to be considered your Authority. Now, go have fun at All Day Therapy Camp. Go on--git. I don't know which peninsula it's on, I don't know when you're coming back, and to tell you the truth:

Frankly my Dear, I don't give a damn. And yes, of course, you still have a date for Valentine's Day this year. Lucky you. I am sure I will be back from Prague by then. /flex. Also, I bought you an all-new computer with all-new security software on it--Enjoy, Baby. I think it's nanotech. I'm pretty sure. I don't know. Whatever. Try not to make any porn with your kids on it this time. You're welcome. (By the way... what did you get me for Christmas last year? I'm actually drawing a blank. Fuck, what time is it? Well, yeah--showtime--but, okay this is awkward, all I can remember getting from you is this lovely tie-dye tunic, which I am not lying about, I really do like it, but let me ask you, Grapefruit, my Darling... I remember a shirt, a flashlight, and a bundle faggots, and that was what I got, okay, actually nice, and the faggots really are a lovely touch, you stupid whore *wink*, so, all that, retails for about $32.95--aw Hell, let's just call it thirty-three bucks. Simultaneously, I got you an all-refurbished Flex5 with, I can assure you, the best Goddamned spyware the NSA has available, I had Duke install the best. THE BEST. So, I ask you... did I "tell you to go to the authorites, or... did I show you who, The Authority really is? I'll take your answer on the panel, where i hope that you will be able to run your whorish mouth all you like, while telling as few lies as possible. (Christ, I need a drink already, I'm getting the nightsweats just thinking about it. Cheers.)

now you are claiming you don't know shit

I reject your assertion. What I do claim, what I have claimed, and what I shall continue to claim, is that I know all there is to know, when one knows nothing. I also know that you fucking lied to me, you cheated me, you mocked me, you humiliated me, you willfully deceived me, and you knew damn well that you were doing it while you were doing it, and you were doing to to my face--and that was just the Wednesday before you left. I have no fuckin' idea just how big of a fuckin' loudmouth fuckin' lying fuckin' whore you really are! And, odds are, at this point: neither do you. Trafficking is pretty vicious when you're a time traveler, n'est-ce pas? Now, of course I forgive you, I love you, I know you are a victim, and I knew you were a victim long before, LONG BEFORE you figured it out, trust Me, know Me, believe Me: I know some shit, Darling. But what I don't know is what the fuck happened down in Dallas, and I don't care to know. I am still struggling with what BOTH OF YOU did BEFORE then. You know, when you totally fucking fucked me over, totally, because you thought that was a good idea, because you believed that I had cheated on you. Now, isn't that right?

I think that's right. Also, your Dad just shit his pants. I know. I wouldn't worry about it--not the first time, won't be the last--and when you get updates on your case, or find a long-talk support club, or whatever the fuck you're doing (Hi Dana!), I will of course be very happy to hear anything about it that you would like to tell me. I love you, I always love you, I'm not breaking up with you--you actually did that before you left, Geranium, thanks for the timely press release, and did you just tell me that I'm a backstabber? You're the backstabber! Shit... at least I have a spine.

I also assert that I know some shit. Further, I assert rights of privileged communication, Primacy, Mendelsohn, & in all Lawfully applicable areas, Kanly. Now, what was it that you were saying? Ah, yes, that's right: I have no idea about what you did on your trip to Dallas, but I know what you did on your trip to Oklahoma... you forgot to get permission. My permission. Or... now, did you forget to ask, or did you decide not to ask, or is it something you could do at distance--sure, asking at a distance is always better than face-to-face, right?--and, by the way, how did you join that tribe, anyway? Asking for a friend. What do you mean, "Who?" I'm gonna make one, Cockbreath, fuck you. Answer the question. HOW DID YOUR CHIEF BECOME YOUR CHIEF, AND WHO IS YOUR (REDACTED) AND WHAT DOES HE DO? (I'm a bastard, huh? Orphan, too. Sniffle. Yeah, I'm alright, thanks for asking. I'm really just sad that not all of us are as happy as we might have been.. if only, oh, if only, if only MV had simply... unmuted my microphone. In February. Oh, but he got your blue jeans and shadow twat on the GabCast, right? I love it when the hat and shoes go together. Now, how many times were you on the GabCast after you were raped? Yes, I mean, in total. Yes, that is a mean question. Wanna take a ride? Deal with it, and this time--put a little mustard integrity on it.)
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, but RUN RUN RUN RUN YOUR stupid mouth off all over.
So you finally have a team? Let me guess? The one you tried to sell me to? FU FU FU I hope you ROT!

I'll come back and finish this up... shortly. INTERMISSION. I'll be back in a little while, I need a hug to take a piss. Stay tuned, Mothers Of Wolves. I'll be back in a jiffy. Probably with a plastic bag over my head--it's GAROTTE nanotech. Do you like it?

[Jackstar]

And both of you are looking for your next hit LOL!

Dude. It's you.

[Innerreach]

Dude. It's you.

[whoozit]

I hope Jackstar’s wayward cats get back safe and sound.

[Jackstar]

I hope Jackstar’s cats get back safe and sound.

All familiars: present and accounted for. .o7


You seem keenly interested in the integrity of my demesne. This pleases the groundskeepers. You wanna take over feeding 'em? Thanks in advance.

[Jackstar]

you won't listen to me

when you get on here, or anywhere, and say shit like "you won't listen to me" and make that in context sound like something bad, what you're really referring to is my retainment of my special legal status in this case, that being, NOT FUCKING INVOLVED. [...] Probably with a plastic bag over my head--it's GAROTTE nanotech. Do you like it?

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


They are trying to throw money at us--so we will play ball, one may freely assume--but I hired snipers to take Them all out. You're welcome. You might feel blindsided by this situation.

[Jackstar]

"David, im trying to tell you about my dead fucking cat"- Jackstar

Obscure Jackstar Fact: that night, when I called up Heather Baby, and offered her the option of Topic A or Topic B, she chose A. We all know how that went down. *click*

Just imagine where we would be today, if I had been allowed to actually speak on that Topic. Ask Ms. Maid and/or Rubini about how that feels, if one gets a chance. They had their chance for Topic P or Topic Q. Smooth move, Google Analytics. I've discussed that event with them since--they appear to not be very impressed with themselves on their choice to run screaming into the night like a pair of mewling, bleating, cowards. "You're scaring me." "I'll beat you with my cane and claim that you were being aggressive and I was scared." Bwahahahah. What did you think I was gonna do? Rape you? Eewww, gross. Hey, here's a thought--why aren't you both just as scared of the IRS, as you were of lil' ol' me? It's a solid question. But that's not important right now.

(At the time, you should know, that I was genuinely looking forward to driving to the airport, and then directly to Mount Rainier, where I had a hunch that yet another download had been waiting. Now, I'm not gonna testify for certain about that likelihood--it could have been an upload, for all I know, you know how I am with the constant hallucinating and Tourette's--but there is one thing I could ABSOLUTELY testify to in total truthfulness at the time: when I arrived back at the ESA, I was feeling a genuinely positive attitude about my role in your upcoming commute, as you had told me a great many things that had encouraged me to believe that hauling your sweet patootie to an airport and leaving you there was going to be a great thing for us all. Although, I think that since when you FIRST asked me, and I said "just take a Shuttle Express, it's only 50 bucks, and much simpler" and YOU said, "No, that's too expensive, I command you to drive," I was happy enough to do so, so when it turned out that YOU THEN CHANGED PLANS, and acted like a mewling, bleating, coward, too timid to follow through with the travel plan you had made with me mere days before, and only mere hours after threatening to beat me with your cane in the Shoe Dept. of the Canyon Park Fred Meyer at around... what was it, 10pm? That was good times, Ms. Maid. lol. Yet another delicious memory that I will carry with me forever in my Scrapbook of Dreams. By the way, do you have to eat any special "Native American" foods--is it maize? I would assume maize--in any significant amounts, in order to generate the neurotransmitters required in order to pull off that kind of absurdly-lacking-in-context-false-narrative with the necessary gravitas to avoid looking like an absolute laughing-stock? If so... Chica, you did not eat enough of them. Now, granted... I guess you two didn't end up enjoying the experience that you two lied to yourselves, each other, and to the rest of the world in order to bring about the manifestation of. But maybe if you had done it without lying like a rug, things would have been different. For you. Truth be told, I am probably happy enough that I did not end up going to Mount Rainier that day... and it'll still be there tomorrow, anyway. I'm sure I didn't miss out on anything at all, am I rite?)

Topic B was going to be Jewel's death. I really actually would have much prefered to talk about my dead cat with Heather that night, than on the much more recent evening's conversation... and in fact I almost, but not quite, cheated my own rules that I had made up when Topic A was the choice. "Dammit! You already got it? What if I just started talking about Jewel anyway? Well... that would compromise the integrity of my self-discipline... and that would be wrong. And if I started cheating myself, and thereby, the rest of the world... what kind of message does that send to Grapefruit and her children? I need to present myself as a person I can believe in." And so, I stuck to my principles, opened my mouth to speak, and in a very short time later... *click*.

What is it with you people? Is it the MK Ultra programming? Lodge orders? Angina? Well, whatever it is that makes you people go on and run--like you're running home to Momma, and I wonder what that feels like these days, tell you what--maybe there's a way to chelate that shit out of your system or something. Because the three of you sure acted, at two critical moments in time, like a big bunch of fucking pussies, alright. Kudos.

wayward

Ack'd R'cvd. Kudos.  <--- (I am going to make this perfectly clear: I took away the kudos I was going to give them above, and granted it to whoozit. Grats. Earned.)

[Jackstar]

RUN RUN RUN RUN YOUR stupid mouth off all over.

Careful, astute readers will note: I don't even have a Reddit account. So clearly, not all over. And, what's this? Four RUNS and one YOUR? Hrrm. Is this code? I have some explosive diarrhea syrup that I could hook you up with--sounds like you could use some.

stupid mouth off all over.

"Do you have any idea how annoying you are?" "No, not really. Not at all."

"Jack, you have to leave the room because your phone has demons in it."  "Uhhh... okay." I'm going to tell you this, GF: I left at that time under those circumstances because I thought you had some sort of reason that I was not aware of that made your decision to insist on my complying with his stupid request because I thought you had a sensible plan hidden somewhere amongst the thoughts in your psyche. And no other reason. I was unwilling to argue it out--and I am glad I did not, as nothing has demonstrated your lack and failure of loyalty in our relationship more than that. I hope you enjoyed making up specious, bullshit reasons to cast me out into the night--you know, just like you did a few days ago, remember? You must fucking love kicking white devils out into the winter chill while crowing loudly about how superior your judgement is--and allowing yourself to believe that you had gotten away with some kind of diabolically clever ruse. (Yeah, not this time either.) Perhaps now you'll ensure that you never allow yourself to do that to anyone ever again. I think if you really leveraged your position here, you could really take some of the kind of bold, declarative steps that would be required, in order to see that "you're going to get so fucking ensured." (Your face was incredibly ugly when you were slinging that bullshit, by the way, no wonder you waited until your sister had been gone a whole 8 seconds before you said what you said to me at that time... and if I had any family, any at all, I wouldn't want any of them to see me doing such a vile and revolting narrative spin, ever. I've literally never seen anything so insipid in all of my life. How do you even sleep at night? Oh, right.)

I can't imagine how stupid you must feel/have felt, but perhaps, maybe, just... maybe, if I run my stupid mouth of all over a bit longer, I'll get an inkling. Hang on, let me ask a crow. Oh, that's right, I'm in the city, all the crows here are under a court's gag order now. Dammit!

So you finally have a team?

I have no team whatsoever, and the only team I have had--at all--were the teams (clearly, imaginary ones) that I had with you. And as that was all a lie... well, no then. No team at all. I in fact do not remember having a team of any kind at all since... 2013? The flower delivery team. They treated me like ghetto shit there too. Thank you for reminding me. Hey, what does it feel like to be on a team, anyway? Because obviously, you two would know. I'll take my answer in the form of Japanese haiku. Thanks in advance. (You actually hurt my feelings with this question. You don't ever bother to wonder what my life is really like if I really am telling you the truth, do you? Oh, I get it... you think the thing with the crows is real. So you must think I feel myself surrounded by "teammates" all the time then? No, Ms. Maid. I have nothing and no one now. Thanks for reminding me.)

Let me guess?

Sure. I'll allow it.

The one you tried to sell me to?

Before issue a reply to this point, I first wish to make it clear: I actually cannot distinguish at this moment, if you had heard of such a theory elsewhere, and are now seeking to rule out the possibility, or, that you are far more of an imbecile than I could have ever previously believed, as I cannot imagine that you could possibly be so abhorrently painfully stupid, as to imagine that could ever be true. Of course I didn't try. By the way, I hear you've been able to spend a great deal of time communicating with Azzerae lately. Any comment on that, or on what you think he might have paid for your "Google Analytics" data?

FU FU FU I hope you ROT!

My people call it ergot, and I hope you can get some along with some Dr. Bronner's All-In-One Miracle Soap, to wash out your filthy whorish mouth with. unglaublich. What the fuck is your fucking problem, anyway? Oh, right: PTSD.

Maybe you should get around to doing something about that. Just a suggestion! I'll admit I could pray for you a little more often, and that's exactly what I'll do now: "Dear Jesus: I would very much like Grapefruit to buy a house. And, please make sure it has a dishwasher--a non-human one. Amen."


I'll be out at the local mall in front of surveillance cameras threatening people to hit them with a metal cane and then claim that they were scaring me so I had to defend myself. Toodles!

[Jackstar]

https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1349001188138647553

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https://youtu.be/BCsOSZO1Hgs

"Better learn how to swim or learn how to drink
Cops and robbers, I can't tell 'em apart
It's a systematic figure that we're passing as art" â€" Samantha Fish

"The only thing worse than being talked aboutâ€"is not being talked about." â€" Jeffrey Epstein

"Sometimes, to do there is nothing, but raise the Jolly Roger and throats, start slitting you must." â€" Yoda, Jedi Master

[Jackstar]

Jewel's death. I really actually would have much prefered to talk about my dead cat with Heather that night

Do you recall? When was it, that I suggested that you dial into Heather's show--it was right after you called in and she told you at the end of your call, "You're welcome to call back any time, young lady!" (Well, she got the "young" part right, anyway.) Because I do not remember.

And then, do you remember, after continuing to display a profound and heart-wrenchingly abhorrent lack of interest in the idea, how much longer was it after that was it, that I told you that I was no longer enthusiastic about encouraging you to talk about Jewel--ever--that I said "Please don't talk about Jewel or bother to call Heather at all anymore."

I see you found a video clip of her that you inserted in your casting--how do you like using my dead companion animal to support your brand? I suppose it's a lot like using feathers confiscated from local birds, and not very much like genuine breadth of human compassion that ought to be expressible by a Algonquin Native American by the time one is your age and has reached a sufficient level of life wisdom and soul purpose in order to determine when one has, perhaps, taken things a little too far.

dosvedanya

[Ciardelo]

I'll tell you what, folks, no offense intended, but that's a pretty deep dive into a shallow pool.

[Jackstar]

You ain't wrong there, Crisco. It's absurd.
.

[chefist]

https://voca.ro/1gjkzO8QYBBs

Enjoyable, Ray! Thank you. 

How many men from BG has SpacedMeow had sex with?

Jesus...I kind of sound like Rubini?

Am I Rubini?

[ItsOver]

Enjoyable, Ray! Thank you. 

How many men from BG has SpacedMeow had sex with? ...

I’m not squealing on Albrecht.

[Jackstar]

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Sorry your chicky is unstable...wimmin...
[/quote]

There is no claim of ownership. She is doing her own thing, with herself and her family and her friends and all of her other relationships, not one single one of which do I have any contact with.

I have been thoroughly isolated and cut out socially from her, and her very sphere of influence. It would seem now to be only a matter of time before she is prepared to land her final blow upon the ****, splintered, and fully compromised foundation of our relationship--whatever that, in fact was.

She no longer welcomes many, or even any, of my  attempts to initiate communication. She expresses extraordinary reluctance to enter any conversation that may lead to anything involving emotionally painful subjects--which at this point, is literally, every single thing we could talk about together at all--and so, unless and until she actively chooses to bolster her capacity for managing difficult emotions--my old job--and/or becomes more welcoming to the idea of integrating me into whatever her efforts she is undertaking now, there's really, simply nothing more that there is to be done.

It is not as though I have been unwilling to dive into all manner of explorations of positive solutions. Psychological counseling and intensive psychotherapy are obvious go to choices that I've been bringing up for what seems like well over a year now, and this idea has gained very little traction. I do not believe that it is I, holding that back. for example she has had counselors and although I was more than willing and indicated as such the very beginning... her demonstrated interest level in bringing me into any session or finding a professional for us to work with: Zilch. She and I both have a background that is familiar with 12-step programs; I was happy to join her for meetings in the initial days of our courting--yes, that's right Ladies; Jackstar in fact goes on his dates with women he loves to 12 step meetings, and if you think that's hot... you should imagine the pillow talk--but she has stopped seeking out those experiences, even though I've mentioned on many occasions that I'm willing to do that again, and I would, if not enjoy it, certainly appreciate it.

Other treatments, for firewater addiction, as well as various pain management clinic services, Hope is routinely brought up in conversation by myself and having variably been shot down. Shot down in flames. She don't want to go.

We are looking at a real leading the horse to water and it stops for a drink along the way situation. Although I don't even know that, as I haven't spent a whole lot of time with her lately, she moved away, there's nowhere for me to go there, there's nowhere to go here, and to whatever extent your friends and family think that she and I working together in person is a good idea... there hasn't been a lot of good communication between myself and any of her friends ever anyway, them what I think that they need to know... Well it'll be honest: I haven't been my best at texting lately. /flex

Finding services that she feels that she's safe and trusting and being vulnerable with is a bigger problem than in terms of money to afford it. Money is available for these things, but she's not available for them. She simply does not choose to make herself available for that kind of thing, at this time.

There is no progress or possible in a relationship when one person has no desire to change. I believe I am quite willing to change in many ways. Certainly there have been differences of opinion. There are a lot of power struggles in our relationship dynamic (Taurus-Capricorn) and with her past history of such sensitivities to control issues, I still can erupt over which vegetable gets put on the side of the fish.

That's not to say that we argue a lot--although, we have--but typically because I am the more reasonable and disciplined and willing to make compromises than she is, as I have far less of a history of cognitive dysfunction in my psych profile. So on average, over time, I'm the more willing actor to compromise if needs be to keep peace, and I'm doing it first. On average.

I suppose there is a great deal left to be focused on work towards

[SpaceMeowMaid]

https://www.fbi.gov/investigate/violent-crime/human-trafficking

[SpaceMeowMaid]

https://operationladyjustice.usdoj.gov/

[Jackstar]

Speaking of which: she just called a couple hours ago, and initially, her tone of voice and word choice seemed to be kind, warm, and friendly--within less than 90 seconds, she had accused me of airing "dirty laundry" (Oh, GOD, I am not even close to approaching that level yet... Stand by, rig for red), to which I said something reasonable and sensible--cannot remember verbatim, and I was not recording it--and then she asked me if it would be alright for her to air her "dirty laundry" clips, as she alleges that she has records of a clandestine nature of myself, shouting--oh my, yelling--and if I would like it if she would put those recordings on her casting, to which I said, "Well, if you had some sort of sensible and reasonable context for doing so, I guess if you thought that would help you communicate your narrative to more than one person at a time, I guess--" and then as soon as The Magickal Words Of Consent Granting passed my lips, she interrupted me with harsh, sarcastic laughter and told me that she was going to do that, and then quickly hung up. La fini.

I was happy more happy to hear from her than not, but given that I noticed immediately that she had called at 11:11 precisely, and that is part of her brand, I figured pretty quickly that she was only calling to mock me in some way and to tell me what she thought of my latest casting, which for some reason, she thought was "dirty." I was going to ask her about her opinion, but she completely dominated the conversation and then hung up when I thought I was going to have something to say. All told, about a minute-thirty of a mere facade of attempts that did more to convey the impression that listening to what I had to say was deemed to be of less importance to her goals at that time. That was a couple hours ago, and nothing of the situation's current developments have done much of anything persuasive for either of us.

For my own part: well, I don't have two children, lots of family members with all of their personal problems all bound up together into the proverbial tangled web, ongoing medical and legal issues, at all or to the complicated extent that she does. In short... she no longer has time for me, I am not seen as a source of assistance or stability for her, and I have made it abundantly clear in our discussions that I am unwilling to continue to make enabling an extremely co-dependent and dysfunctional relationship to go on, spasming and hemorrhaging precious energies as it slowly circles towards negative entropy.

So what this means, is... we've got them, right where we want them. EXCELSIOR. Alright, good talk. I will check back with you all at another time. Don't take any wooden nickles.

[Jackstar]

https://www.fbi.gov/investigate/violent-crime/human-trafficking

So what this means, is... we've got them, right where we want them. EXCELSIOR. Alright, good talk. I will check back with you all at another time. Don't take any wooden nickles.

https://operationladyjustice.usdoj.gov/

I am sure that the First Lady would not have sent pictures of herself wearing jewels from her husband's mother's collection to another man who was Pres... wait, what the Hell am I saying? Of course she would. Hang 'em high, Wawa.

<3

[SpaceMeowMaid]

Considering you all in a generic sense seem to be intellectuals, you certainly seem to get stuck in limited focus, childish, stunted, stagnant thought processes. Where attention goes, energy flows. Get focused on some Victory and Prosperity. And don't waste your time judging me,
IDGAF what any of you buttmunchers think KEK

You prefer to believe the words of a liar... By all means go right on.

I am moving on to other forums... And no, not Rapey-knee gab

as if it's your business, Jackstar introduced me to Bellgab after we were already lovers. And he is my
only Bellgab romance, intimacy. That other person was a liar, and didn't take no for an answer.

Now, as for Jewel, that was my kitty too. Do you think you are the only one who loves her?
I have a lot of cool images of her as I used to take care of her frequently. I suppose you forgot.
Typical, concentrate on the problems, and ignore the happy positive memories... 

Jesus LOVES YOU

[Jackstar]

https://voca.ro/1gjkzO8QYBBs

Note: it should go without saying that out of the dozen or so hours of conversations with Rubini that I've had over the last week or so, this is likely one of the least flattering to me. Need I remind you all, this guy, not so very long ago, explained to Grapefruit that he would not talk to her, unless I was not in the room, and blamed "demonic" involvement. Similarly, Azzerae is charged with crimes of "demonic" involvement, and her continued communication with him has been floated up as the "reason" why Rubini "fired her from the team" when she left Dallas.

It is all, of course, complete horse puckey. The two of them: Rub + Azz, are continuing to work in concert with each other, and while the surface story consists of the most ridiculous penny ante high school musical drama bullshit, Grapefruit is the fourth leg of a table with three men. When Rubini tells me, "DON'T TALK TO AZZERAE, HOW DARE YOU???" I just told him to fuck off, don't tell me what to do, and when Azzerae told me, in soothing, cooperative, helpful tones (for about 2 hours and 5 minutes in total, while mostly blanking my messages and intimating to everyone he was speaking to that he was communicating with me A GREAT DEAL, and HE NEVER WAS) "Oh, watch out for Rubini--he's bad, he's gonna getcha!" I said to Azzerae, "Yeah, that's fine, if Rubini won't get in line, I will crush his hopes and dreams in a table vise," but Azzerae never heard me say that--he was already logged out of Voxer, he never cared what I had to say.


Hey, you guys know how those fuckin' vocoder voice profiles work? Get a person's voice recorded, and eventually, there's enough voice samples to make a computer generated AI script. Azzerae spoke with me for long enough that he would have had that much, but... I don't even know if he himself was or is doing that kind of thing. In any event, it doesn't matter.

Grapefruit is the weakest link in this structure of four, because she is the most precious, and the most vulnerable to these sociopathic machinations that are being used. Thus, turning her around represents a major advance in the ongoing struggle of Light vs. Dark, Good vs. Evil, and Fruit vs. Penis. And, hey, what can I tell you? I love the smell of fruit on my penis in the morning. Geographically, I am closest, so, that settles it--case closed.

Now, can we quit fucking around and play some fucking Chess? JESUS

[Jackstar]

I am moving on to other forums... [...] Jesus LOVES YOU

CHECKMATE.

When one of you gets MV unfrozen from the carbonite, please ask him to email me. Thanks in advance.

Typical, concentrate on the problems

I concentrate on solutions. You concentrate on my penis. This system has worked for thousands of years--we're not changing it overnight. We're not changing it at all.