Ronnie James

A kid named Ronnie James
2016-05-01 04:26:11 (UTC)

Dear Mr. Bluefed

I'm sorry I seem so ungrateful. I'm not. I am thankful that money is put into special forms of social security for those who fell short.
I'm glad for the apartments you've paid for.

The deal that was struck that day was that if they made money, it'd be reinvested into projects like this. Turning unused housing into rentals for the poor.
Instead Arthur and his crew clean it into quest awhile trying scare people like me they lost bets to.

I'm thankful for what I get. It's that I'd like to be a gangstalking investigator, and if the people who stole from me so many times can afford to be race car drivers on your dime as they screw my family and steal from me.
Then I think you can afford to invest in my ideas without the middle *coughs* (Arthur and his crew) man taking more than half of the take and giving it over in trade for strange favors to a house of ill reput.

Next I'll tell ya why they wanted me to sign security contracts in the casinos and why they too owe me alot of money. I mean real money too.
I'd love to use that to create organizations that bust organized stalking, electronic harassment, targeting, technopurps and sexual predators.

What you'd do with them after you're provided necessary evidence, that's all you.

Besides building the machines I design, living next to my families homes, and giving up even thinking about anything to do with spy shit or strategy, theirs not much else that'd make me happy.

So... I didn't mean to be a jerk.
I used to want to be you. I wanted to be a soldier, marine, airman or sailor and then an agent of the system afterward.
I'm not cut out for it. Plus the barriers put in my way were too extreme.

Oh... And having men from the government threatening to kill my family if I didn't do what they'd say... Yeah... I'm grateful for alot...
I'm not grateful for being stollen from and then destroyed for the fancy of sexual predators and mythra perched within the system.




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