I would like to thank you

Strip all the children of the narcissists, and the paedophiles, strip them of every bit of money, and every bit of dignity, for having the dogs raped, the children killed, the children raped, and people held hostage and forced to write.

Take everything that they gained by raping dogs, raping children, and killing people, the children of the narcissist should get nothing that the parents did it for in Jesus name.

 

I want to thank you for the fact that I cannot prove anything.

 

I want to thank you as you sat by and watched people being raped, trafficked, and threatened with murder.

 

I want to thank you for hundreds of rapes.

 

I want to thank you for molesting my dogs and sending an animal abuser to say that my business is going too well, and we can’t let it prosper lest it seem like I wrote the lyrics near sour.

 

I want to thank you for being angry that a woman who is ethnically Irish had a weekly blow-dry.

 

All the Aussies and Kiwis knew that you were involved with white supremacists.

 

The Australians and New Zealanders from established and sophisticated backgrounds all knew what a white supremacist looks like, and we wouldn’t be near them… they needed to make friends with the wealthy, and we were the wealthy.

Thank you for degrading me like an animal and calling me a dirty, dark-skinned creature with moles.

 

You destroyed my dog CC, and she had a nervous breakdown, pulling each claw from her paws.

 

Thanks for suggesting that ethnic women can’t do dressage or have dressage arenas.

 

Thank you for the childlessness.

 

Thank you for drugging me and mocking my slave clothes and grave clothes.

 

Thank you for ridiculing me for not wanting to participate in orgies because I prefer dating the elite, who are or knew billionaires.

 

Thank you for supporting your own narcissism.

 

You sat right next to your leader and paedophile mates.

 

You sat next to white supremacists who called my Aboriginal heritage so I could be raped and trafficked.

 

Thanks for believing lies that no ethnic Australian can be more popular or regarded as ugly.

 

Thank you for calling me ugly.

 

Thank you for mocking the slave clothes and skirt I was forced to wear.

 

I was trafficked and forced to attend Glastonbury, though I tried not to go, and was abandoned there after being drugged.

 

Thank you for all the rape threats.

 

Thank you for the dog rape and the extermination of the creative Rachmaninov so his daughters could marry the king, knowing full well that they had children killed to distract from the royals’ scandals.

 

The women you said would punish me for not wanting to be famous and for being too rich to live in your trafficking apartments are straight out of Hitler’s playbook.

 

You were visibly jealous of my upbringing and my wealthy, billionaire boyfriends at billionaire university.

 

The geeks can’t go there, and your lower-class Hitler DNA acolytes whom you need to say that are pretty for their careers do that they hide the creeps as quid pro quo wouldn’t be accepted there. You all hide behind alabaster and peaches and cream skin that makes money from slaves and slavery work.