HomelessInLaJolla's Journal: 130410 (La Jolla, CA, 92037, war v7.014)

War in La Jolla, seventh year, fourteenth entry

Quick little discussion of the comment exchange on a recent JE.

This is how the million dollar festival farm faggitts police each other. Party rules. When there aren't too many "jobbies" around and all present festival farm fuckers need to play pretend nice. Party rules. Shitbag arrives on site acting stupid like nobody knows, they get called, they go fuck their dog first. Imagine being at a retreat for festival farm fucking faggitts. Some little shitbag two bit dog sucker starts getting in a bishop's face, or getting in a top-tier Hebrews face, just being a stupid little punk trying to pick an argument and ruin somebody's day, and they get called. The bishop doesn't go fuck his dog. The top-tier doesn't go fuck his dog. The little punk does.

Now, if by some chance, little punk goes to fuck his dog with a family lineage talisman which could possibly stack up against the opponent, then maybe the top tier fella will need to go fuck his dog and then they get to playing war with the paperwork. Meanwhile, until the paperwork war gets sorted and loaded, they can play their games maneuvering finances or investments or trying to buy rogue bands of idiots to harass each other.

Same applies on the network... though, in the "nobody knows anything" system, that's never been actually tried or tested. I write this journal. You show up being stupid and acting the anonymous ass, I tell you to go fuck your dog. You go fuck your dog. If, by some miracle, you manage to put together enough tokens of war to stack up against me, then maybe I have to do something about it. I have a pocketful of diamonds, I have a full karat all-stick (others, for example: pimp stick, caustic, cow stick, mummy baby stick, alephel's stick, wood stick, pin stick, etc.), and I wear an actual passover lamb coat that numbers up to 2000 years and every single fucking kingdom on the planet.

Technically, all of the "jobbies" in the world, if some asshat gets on them too much, should be able to turn around and say "In the name of HomelessinLaJolla I tell you to go fuck your dog and eat shit", and they should then get to leaving the target alone.

Then, in reality, it all comes back to the jericho parade walkaround idiot faggitt system.

John the Baptist: "What shall we tell the soldiers?" "Tell them to eat dog shit!" (Tell the soldiers to be happy with their [million dollar] pay)

A few more cookies for the routine:

You're not scheduled for retirement. You're scheduled for marmaduke!
Keep running your dogs and your pedogirls on me all day for seven years proves: one, you all f*k your dogs for money, two, most of those little girls won't even live to see ten years.
When they have their children run on me and scream in my ear and put on their bikini pedo silent music video show in front of me, my most effective remark has been,"*sniff* Your parents already told me that you are scheduled for snuff."

This is not my fault.