Topic: Deplorable McAllister

[Jackstar]

This woman is my daily hero.

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


I was skeptical at first, but she has warmed my cold and shriveled heart.

[pate]

This woman is my daily hero.

...


I was skeptical at first, but she has warmed my cold and shriveled heart.

https://youtu.be/vgpcEYkj0hQ

It all makes sense naow...

[SpaceMeowMaid]

https://mcallistertvonline.com/latest-news/the-sicilian-defense-eo-avalanche-dc-on-lockdown-lincoln-project-

[Asuka Langley]

[Jackstar]

I think Asuka and I might be the only ones left alive, everyone else has been replaced by NPC androids, and together we will be expected by our brand-spankin'-new Hot'N'Fresh D'Jinni overlords to repopulate the human species while being observed within a human fishbowl.

Unlikely. Highly unlikely. Still--that would be superior to a Clinton presidency.

[Dr. MD MD]

I think Asuka and I might be the only ones left alive, everyone else has been replaced by NPC androids, and together we will be expected by our brand-spankin'-new Hot'N'Fresh D'Jinni overlords to repopulate the human species while being observed within a human fishbowl.

Unlikely. Highly unlikely. Still--that would be superior to a Clinton presidency.

And even he thinks you’re a jerk.

[Jackstar]

And even he thinks you’re a jerk.

That's too bad. I am, of course--in an emotional sense--utterly devastated.

a-bloo-bloo-bloo boo-boo boo-boo boo boo hoo hoo.

I just don't know how I'm going to make it. I'm going to go finish MyCrying into a MyPillow.

Aaand... MyScene.

[Dr. MD MD]

That's too bad. I am, of course--in an emotional sense--utterly devastated.

a-bloo-bloo-bloo boo-boo boo-boo boo boo hoo hoo.

I just don't know how I'm going to make it. I'm going to go finish MyCrying into a MyPillow.

Aaand... MyScene.

Sorry, you didn’t pass the audition. In fact, I haven’t seen a less convincing performance since Fauci tried to convince us that he’s doing science.

[Jackstar]

Sorry, you didn’t pass the audition.

That's too bad. I am, of course--in an emotional sense--utterly devastated.

a-bloo-bloo-bloo boo-boo boo-boo boo boo hoo hoo.

I just don't know how I'm going to make it. I'm going to go finish MyCrying into a MyPillow.

Aaand... MyScene.

In fact, I haven’t seen a less convincing performance since Fauci tried to convince us that he’s doing science I told you that sometimes I don't record my telephonic conversations, based on various compelling & proprietary factors, circumstances, and considered reason tempered by gentle wisdom.

I know, right? I couldn't believe it either!! Amazing!!!

I felt like I was on an episode of The Gong Show--and would have bailed far earlier, but for, I happen to love that show, and not so much for any other reason. How could you have let it go on for as long as it did?  I'll take my answer over the air.

offer does not include authorization to employ (PROTECTED) signals

[Dr. MD MD]

That's too bad. I am, of course--in an emotional sense--utterly devastated.

a-bloo-bloo-bloo boo-boo boo-boo boo boo hoo hoo.

I just don't know how I'm going to make it. I'm going to go finish MyCrying into a MyPillow.

Aaand... MyScene.


I know, right? I couldn't believe it either!! Amazing!!!

I felt like I was on an episode of The Gong Show--and would have bailed far earlier, but for, I happen to love that show, and not so much for any other reason. How could you have let it go on for as long as it did?  I'll take my answer over the air.

offer does not include authorization to employ (PROTECTED) signals

It was a Mockingbird op to keep the riff raff like you distracted entertained.

[Jackstar]

It was a Mockingbird op

What is it now? Poe's The Raven?

Spare the details. Bored now. At this point, it's more entertaining to watch these events unfold organically. For me.

[Dr. MD MD]

What is it now? Poe's The Raven?

Your mom’s cootch.

[Jackstar]

Your mom’s cootch.

I am, of course--in an emotional sense--utterly beyond devastated at this point, and wonder what might have gotten your goat to such a degree that your loathing has spilled out into such flagrant displays of seemingly random peacockism.

Art transmits something absurd, like: "this is actually the first time he's ever been this badly beaten," but I simply don't find that to be a plausible transmission. Maybe it's just the first time he's been allowed to know about, but in my imagination, he was quite serious.

God, I just had a crazy thought: maybe you actually bored him to death. That shit happens. What other option did he have, in order to never have to deal with your tedious shit again? Not having any way to follow up on this intuitive leap, I'll just encourage you to speculate about it on your own, or with whichever obsequious lickspittle toady happens to be in your favor at this point by now. (I bet they don't even know, when you decide that they're your new favorite, do they? You just start yelling at them more, and that's probably enough for both of you. Ye gods.)

It was a Mockingbird op to keep the riff raff like you distracted entertained.

I suppose my psych profile lead someone to believe that my craving for attention and societal acceptance was an appropriate weakness to exploit? In truth, no, not really, not at all.

the riff raff like you

There are no other riff raff like me. One wishes the same could be said about you. See you in 90 days. Don't rush on my account, this is your time to shine--you should totally make the most of it.

Speaking of which, I love that you know exactly what I'm talking about here--and no one else does, or likely--will even bother to read it. So it's very much the wise play on your part to front that "Jackstar can't write a coherent post."

Until I start doing so. Peace.

[Dr. MD MD]

I am, of course--in an emotional sense--utterly beyond devastated at this point, and wonder what might have gotten your goat to such a degree that your loathing has spilled out into such flagrant displays of seemingly random peacockism.

Art transmits something absurd, like: "this is actually the first time he's ever been this badly beaten," but I simply don't find that to be a plausible transmission. Maybe it's just the first time he's been allowed to know about, but in my imagination, he was quite serious.

God, I just had a crazy thought: maybe you actually bored him to death. That shit happens. What other option did he have, in order to never have to deal with your tedious shit again? Not having any way to follow up on this intuitive leap, I'll just encourage you to speculate about it on your own, or with whichever obsequious lickspittle toady happens to be in your favor at this point by now. (I bet they don't even know, when you decide that they're your new favorite, do they? You just start yelling at them more, and that's probably enough for both of you. Ye gods.)

I suppose my psych profile lead someone to believe that my craving for attention and societal acceptance was an appropriate weakness to exploit? In truth, no, not really, not at all.

There are no other riff raff like me. One wishes the same could be said about you. See you in 90 days. Don't rush on my account, this is your time to shine--you should totally make the most of it.

Speaking of which, I love that you know exactly what I'm talking about here--and no one else does, or likely--will even bother to read it. So it's very much the wise play on your part to front that "Jackstar can't write a coherent post."

Until I start doing so. Peace.

You’re not in communication with Art. You just need to put down the crack pipe for awhile.

[Jackstar]

You’re not in communication with Art.

That's exactly what I said. Eff that guy, just another crazy old man shouting at cars passing by on the street. I'm well aware that it is my imagination.

Nevertheless: where does imagination reside, Doctor? Let's ask Jung. (time passes) He told me to tell you to go fuck yourself.

You just need to put down the crack pipe for awhile.

Oh, if only you had managed to say this at an earlier, more appropriate moment--imagine the worthy good you could have brought unto the world. Alas--nope.

Do people who use a lot of cocaine report a greater frequency of spiritual experiences? I don't know--I honestly don't like cocaine all that much, mostly because I'm frugal and not female. (Why would anyone give me cocaine, and why would I want it? I'm already happy as a clam, just to breathe.) I'm surprised you aren't ragging on me for being addicted to DMT, which I've heard doesn't tend to happen, but that wouldn't stop you from implying that I must be oooooooout of controllllllllll.

I bet you've never even used LSD correctly even once. What a noob. In any event, your opinions--such as they are--fail to provide or unseat a compelling narrative. Give up, Doctor Auspuft. Your gaslighting has little traction indeed without a skilled and motivated crew of mewling sycophants to back you up with extra wit, wisdom, and/or charm. Oh, right: your network sucks and mine is awesome and I'm barely making an effort. How can anyone maintain morale in such a tepid and fetid work environment? ANYONE PAYING ATTENTION HAS SEEN THAT YOU SIMPLY CANNOT.


Also, I am a fucking legend and I was before you showed up here--and your blasting of my name all over from hell to country breakfast can only have garnered more notice than I could ever have gained on my own--and I never wanted that anyway. "What, this guy again? The same old shit? Didn't this happen like 15 years ago? What the hell?" Recognize that your next move from here is to make effort to imply that I am in favor of what you are doing, and thus, this is all some desperate cry for help masquerading as performance art, right?

Good luck selling that narrative. You'll need a lot more glass of your own, pipe or otherwise. I recommend, up your ass and twist.

[Dr. MD MD]

That's exactly what I said. Eff that guy, just another crazy old man shouting at cars passing by on the street. I'm well aware that it is my imagination.

Nevertheless: where does imagination reside, Doctor? Let's ask Jung. (time passes) He told me to tell you to go fuck yourself.


Oh, if only you had managed to say this at an earlier, more appropriate moment--imagine the worthy good you could have brought unto the world. Alas--nope.

Do people who use a lot of cocaine report a greater frequency of spiritual experiences? I don't know--I honestly don't like cocaine all that much, mostly because I'm frugal and not female. (Why would anyone give me cocaine, and why would I want it? I'm already happy as a clam, just to breathe.) I'm surprised you aren't ragging on me for being addicted to DMT, which I've heard doesn't tend to happen, but that wouldn't stop you from implying that I must be oooooooout of controllllllllll.

I bet you've never even used LSD correctly even once. What a noob. In any event, your opinions--such as they are--fail to provide or unseat a compelling narrative. Give up, Doctor Auspuft. Your gaslighting has little traction indeed without a skilled and motivated crew of mewling sycophants to back you up with extra wit, wisdom, and/or charm. Oh, right: your network sucks and mine is awesome and I'm barely making an effort. How can anyone maintain morale in such a tepid and fetid work environment? ANYONE PAYING ATTENTION HAS SEEN THAT YOU SIMPLY CANNOT.


Also, I am a fucking legend and I was before you showed up here--and your blasting of my name all over from hell to country breakfast can only have garnered more notice than I could ever have gained on my own--and I never wanted that anyway. "What, this guy again? The same old shit? Didn't this happen like 15 years ago? What the hell?" Recognize that your next move from here is to make effort to imply that I am in favor of what you are doing, and thus, this is all some desperate cry for help masquerading as performance art, right?

Good luck selling that narrative. You'll need a lot more glass of your own, pipe or otherwise. I recommend, up your ass and twist.

Your legendary for filling up pages and pages of horsedick that no one here reads. There is no network, folks.