"Kuku maybe your last speech got hushed so quickly that nobody even had a chance to read it, maybe you should watch what you say, it seems like you have lost everything you used to have.

 

WHat are you doing now? You used to at least entertain people with your rants, now you stoop to sexual jokes that make little to no sense, you are becoming more aggressive to outsiders. You defend yourself with violent outbursts, then get your speech hushed by the gods.

 

Oh no kuku....... I think you are turning into premier...."



Avoiding me now as well kuku?

WhereWasI

I believe that your questions and fundamentally lacking in intelligence therefore, with pathos and elegancy, decline to answer.

Stonewall

Quite on the contrary, it seems to me that the Gods are a little...  ill-humoured, shall we say.  I can see their point, but don't particularly agree with it.

Your nonsense about violence and outbursts is nothing more than wishful thinking on your part, I'm afraid.  You have never, ever made me angry.  Very amused, yes, but never angry.  Whilst recognising the flaws and defects so prevalent in the characteristics of your bloodline, I nevertheless have always had a certain fondness for you and yours.  These flaws and defects make you who you are: ill-suited for leadership and easy to predict.

"Which part of the question was lacking in intelligence, the part that questioned your ability to actually do damage speaking against him or the part where you possibly knew this and did it intentionally? Do tell Kuklinski, which part found from an observational skill set proves I have a lack of intelligence while you flop from personal insult to personal insult dodging my question."

"Quite embarrassing for one who believes himself to be a king of the streets to be incapable of answering simple questions about something he should know the most about."

....off the closet.

Once upon a time, and I forget who it was, somebody posted a ballot for Best Street Orator. My ancestor nominated Richard_Kuklinski, in part for his brilliant work and captivating historical depictions in the Las Vegas chronicles. Kuku has his fair share of detractors. I am not one of them, despite having ancestors on the receiving end of his street venom in the past. Being able to laugh at myself helps I suppose. And while this is somewhat off-topic, anyone who would suggest that Kuku is a shit crew member, or an incapable mobster, I would disagree with based on ancestorial journals. Not sure if "ancestorial" is even a real word or not, but whatever. If it's not, I'll just assume that's why I've never been nominated for Best Street Orator.

WhereWasI sighs and looks Sandman in the eyes,

"If you're fool enough to give a bloodline that title who has thrown more accusations than any other and almost never backed up his statements with a shred of evidence... then I have this piece of property for sail in Brooklyn. I know it's hard to imagine yourself as a bridge owner, but just imagine how much you can make on toll money. I need cash fast so I'm gonna need the money up front right now so I can pay some hospital bills."

"He's nothing but a snake-oil salesman and a bad one at that... At least the old snake-oil salesmen tried to fake evidence or logic. He looks to profit off of blind trust and stupidity. All you have to do is think and ask questions about why he does what he does to avoid falling into a trap of that nature. If you believe he's not just selling you a shit product then let me ask you what's the purpose of him being out here? Do you really think his words hurt Prem and if so how? If like me you don't see them hurting Prem at all, can you explain how he hasn't noticed this? Or if he has noticed can you explain why he'd continue down a path that actually helps Prem if he hated Prem as he claims?"

I have given what you said some thought, WhereWasI, and I have decided that I would like to buy your property in Brooklyn. It will be a great place to put the magic rock I just bought that keeps vampires away. Haven't seen one since I bought it.

"And your response to the questions about his behavior? Sorry but answering that is part of the price."

As far as whether or not his words hurt Prem, or StoneWall, or his motives behind it or any of that other crap, I didn't answer because I wouldn't have a clue, and don't care enough to form an opinion. Sounds like his and StoneWall's business to me.

I will say however that I don't recall anyone from Kuklinski's family tree ever saying they hated anyone from that of Premier's. In fact I think his lineage would always say the opposite. You may even recall a time in our Mafia's history when a Kuklinski sat down with a Premier and had a very candid, open, and what I considered a very entertaining, interesting, and informative sit-down interview-style chat.

Forgot to mention civil as well.

Indeed, Sandman, it is truly the mark of a man to be able to be enemies and still see the qualities in his opponent.

I look at WhereWasI and I don't see these qualities.  Does that make me a bad man, or him just a terrible enemy?

"You can use whatever words you both wish, but once again no one attempts to put thought into defending his reasoning. You defend his actions because you think he's humorous, that's great... now prove that he had a point and wasn't just being a clown."

"Will my questions ever be answered? Probably not because you don't want the world to know the truth and you seem afraid to even try to answer so I'll go ahead and let that and your statements about my abilities stand next to each other. All I'm doing is asking either of you to clarify the purpose of Morrissey's statements and neither of you can. Your bubble has been popped Morrissey, you're here to prop Prem up and run a little side show. The stupid little dance the two of you have done leads to nothing but one very short burst of street activity and I won't let it start so we don't see the tragic death of the streets that follows. I'm calling your bluff on having any meaning with much thought behind your words, get lost."

WhereWasI, Son, we live in a world that has Streets, and those Streets have to be guarded by men with intelligence. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Stonewall? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Premeir, and you curse the Kuklinskis. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Premeir's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like LOL, Lulz, now, where was i. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent saying something. You don't understand why we use them. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a pen, and writea post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

"I don't weep Premier I mock the aid he's getting from you because it's obvious. I don't know or care if either of you understand it, it's obvious that what you do helps him to anyone who can think. I know you know nothing about what saves lives because you've never built a real gun or actually done more than pretend you had a part in kills you clearly had nothing to do with. Kills that others have already proved you had nothing to do with. Your bloodline's only kills are against unprotected members... good for you."

"I want the truth because you're so fucking obvious. I don't want you out here, your stupid tricks have long since been entertaining and now just quicken the pace of killing the streets after a burst of activity. I've never once spoken about you at a party either, because that would be really fucking weird choice of conversation for a party..."

"I don't understand why you think using words like Lulz makes you a member of the intelligentsia because it's not really much of a word."

"You haven't produced much of any of this recent street activity bud. It was going on weeks before your bloodline came crawling back and has functioned fine in conversations not involving you this time because no one cares. My only care is that you might trick others into thinking this is street worthy again after I just spent so much time telling people they have to think before they speak. This is nothing but trash."

"You want a discussion to pick apart? Go try Systematic Immolation of Thought."

"I've been out here for a fucking while now, if you weren't fucking blind, def, and too stupid to look at my suit you'd notice just how active I've been."

WhereWasI, please don't use cuss words, you might make yourself look very silly.

In fact, knock yourself out, I think it's too late.

Friend, you have humiliated yourself in a way that you literally don't understand.

You got bullied into that Street discussion, WhereWasI, by everyone. By Dawson. By Galloway. Shit, I practically dared you. You got bullied into this Street discussion by the memory of a dead mobster.

An interesting point, Sandman.

Does one need a point to go out onto the Streets making points?

"I got bullied into nothing, I turned down ideas I believed to be stupid in the discussion that led to that particular discussion and I chose to write it. It was actually a friend who suggested the topic, and once again you twist things because you have nothing to say on the discussion I've provided. It's okay Kuklinski, deep thoughts and big words are hard. I wouldn't expect you to find the 2 errors in logic (not grammar) I've already confessed to making in private mails. Errors caused by assuming I mentioned a piece of information I skipped and then mentioned to the curious listener in my response mail, but errors nonetheless."