The slave was sent a dog molester so that they could steal even more ideas and portray her as insane before kicking the stool out from under her of the white supremacist lynching.
Unlike them I, and the boys at our high school, would never lie down with dogs, nor would they orgy with the school pigs, who were relentlessly teased both for white supremacy and psychopathy, it was the only way that we could stop them from being psychopaths and white supremacists.
The dog molester was their to own me, to prevent Vini Medley, calling time, and to ostensibly rape dogs and children; he was also there to stop and to steal any creative ideas, as anyone can I my ideas, but only mine he said as I am a slave, he was there to stop any vestige of creativity or appearance of wealth. He was there to lie about me having taken drugs in England because I was teasing him for being so poor, and I was already richer than his parents. So he threatened to take down the entire family, all the chicken businesses, all the building business, all the jobs for tradespeople, and all the friends, radio and television stations, and their jobs in media of friends and family, and our cousins who worked at TV stations.
As a slave they thought that they could harass me, and they said in London that they needed my word to lack veracity so that they could have me raped ad infinitum. They were all on with the dog rapists and the white supremacists, because they were of disparate circumstances to me, they needed fame and music, and I didn’t because I wanted to be in parliament and a journalist, and I could marry well, whereas they said at school they were trying to trick rich men in music to be with them, then cheat on them, so that they didn’t have to do anything in life.