Actors and performers can be shape shifters; you never really know who they are.
He was hilariously aware of what he had to do to get into the upper classes.
He said that he needed to be with someone with no conscience. He said that “having no conscience is great for the music industry” and that it didn’t matter how talented you are as long as you are famous. “Lots of famous people aren’t talented or aren’t as talented as you think,” he quipped.
He claimed that the job of his fans is to worship them and that he would pay for his wife to have a fan club and to be worshipped. You had to tell him that he looked good every day, or he was absolutely vicious. You had to kowtow and say, “What a lovely dress you have on,” or he would humiliate you by calling you fat or ugly. It was extremely annoying because even though I was inured and being trafficked to work, I wanted to flirt with some of the men who were not famous jerks.
He said that he planned to take down anyone wealthier than he is and that he planned to take people down who are accepted and beloved members of the upper classes. He said that he would have his army of bogans and criminals fabricate stories about them.
Nothing bad had happened. Nothing, nothing at all, nothing is a part of the vicissitudes of life or pure bad luck. I told him that I dated a man in the music industry in MBA class who is better looking than he is and he had a gun held to his groin. They were in his car waiting for him. I didn’t tell the other man about them until after we had spent the night together. I told him that I was dating a man with hundreds of times more money than he had, and he hit the roof, swearing that he would destroy his life or the life of anyone that I was with. He told me that I as a survivor of rape, that it would be hideous if I ever had sex again and that he would humiliate my partners. That he had heard what happened during the rape and he was mortified as someone who knew him, that I didn’t just participate. He just couldn’t stand anyone being better looking or having more money, or any man with more going for him, or more talent. The thing is, almost everyone is better than he is. I told him on repeat that everyone I know is wealthier than he was, prior to stealing. Everyone in the room was more talented. Eyes lowered some of us used to say, “Oh No, here comes the famous guy.”
He can’t cope when people don’t love him. I think it is because he has no conscience and is a megalomaniac. I told him that in no terms would I sleep with him and to put his diseased penis away.
The arrogance.
I wanted no part of having children anywhere near him. It was terrifying to think that there was a type of celeb who could just be above the law, able to freely rape, harm and to denigrate all women. Even the most famous ones. Underage girls. Steal and commit fraud. It all goes together. Plus when I told him that I was at The Sydney Entertainment Centre as a child (Australian crimes on Australian soil) I told him that he couldn’t control Australia; he maintained that people loved him and that yes he couldn’t control Australia. They both shouted at me when I told them that as a 13 year old a man approached my friends, 13 and 14, and asked them to go backstage, that they were looking for young girls, at a large concert.
I think that on the whole they are more likely to be pedophiles. When a class of people hide things for each other or consider that no law applies to them, it is like the old maxim, total power corrupts. If they hide corruption and law-breaking, it attracts people who don’t have the requisite talent just so that they can break the law and get rich.
I can’t believe that any woman would take him seriously, what with the flagrant fraud. I feel sorry for them, if they couldn’t date wealthier men and that they think that this should be a path to fame and fortune. He said that he was seeking a woman with little or no conscience or who could act as though she had one. In public, it was all an act. Well, that’s what he said anyway.
It’s all been so creepy, first sending a dog rapist to record and send messages back and then trying to speak for his victim so she can’t say what they did.
As for why he did it. I couldn’t stand him and didn’t want his tiny herpes appendage near me, that had been near underage girls, men and brothels … I wanted all men of the like kept away from me. Done and dusted. We’ve stopped her for good and have sent people to lie to the family. Who cares if people don’t create again? “I don’t want you to “help” any Australian artists, or “they” will know that I stole,” he said to me menacingly.
As I was being forced to work against my will and maintained that I wanted to reserve my right to all copyright, I asked if I could help young Australian artists who weren’t yet famous by branding them, writing for them, and suggesting ideas to them.
So his story could be whatever a psychopath makes up. What he fabricates as a story for stealing copyright and plagiarising yet again, has absolutely diddly squat to do with me. I don’t want to be drawn into a psychopathic web with his paedophile alibi.
No one could ever be my friend because I had too much money. I just wouldn’t put up with it and was dating far wealthier men who were not fame seekers. I told them so, why stay here with people who desired fame when all the wealthier men had no need or desire for it? It seemed to me at the time that there was something wrong with people who desired fame. I argued repeatedly that your art should make you great and that fame should be a by-product. I said that his “sociopath was showing” so he adopted some of the sayings and denouncements of people who actually do have a conscience.
While they were off par-ee-ing they were having me raped as many times as they could; they were also having my dogs raped and complaining about my dogs private parts saying that they were “good enough” or “pret-ee” enough. They also spoke about underage girls in much the same way. I was disgusted and this is a blight on the British industry.
I was crucified so they could steal my words.
“I can’t have you do anything again or be near people with more money than I have.”
His dog man emissary used to frighten me. He would say, “Fxck you are amazing, Fxch you are incredible. We didn’t realise how many things you could do. Now that you are so successful so quickly, sorry we have to do something to stop you, so that people don’t find out. We have no choice but to stop you now or they will realise that there has been trafficking, racketeering and tax fraud.”
It was never their choice to make. I was dating men with squillions more money than they had.
You’ll just be a worker somewhere. Never start your own company or marry or date someone wealthy.
Don’t destroy the life just expose the faking, phoniness and fraud and see if crimes were committed…It is what it is; charges can either be made or not be made.
You see, love, you have given me the keys to destroy you; all I have to do is make up that you took drugs in England, and then I have to send the guy from Wackidoo to stick a needle in your arm and make you not exist for me.
“Nothing good for you love”. “I can’t afford to let you date men who are wealthier than I am because they will stop me, prosecute me and put me in prison.” “I’ll take you down to nothing and have them all deny it for me so your dogs can be raped and so that you can be raped again and again. You say that you despise me love and that everyone you know is more powerful or wealthier, well you are going to learn who is more powerful.”
“We’ve got no choice, we’ve got to do anything to stop her.”
“If you don’t stop seeing that man who knows billionaires with the masters of law degree I’ll have your dogs raped and your kids killed,” he said to me.
You see, love, we’ve got all the racists ready to take you and your friends and family down …so that I can say that this is my work.”
Once you have been held against your will and forced to work and to sleep on a floor, you will be captured again and again, even by a cult, even by a partner. His dog rapist for hire informed me that I am the only person in the world that it is OK to steal from; that everybody does it, he said he was taking away the majority of my human rights so that he could steal. The dog man then told me that I don’t have any human rights nor do my animals have rights that need to be observed or adhered to.
He said he would organise other women to steal from me and that they would even take my “freedom from inurnment duet” that is the only full song not written under duress so that they could be roped into stealing money from me and not paying me for my words. It was a please help me, free me from tyranny and from being held against my will and forced to work against my will, my “help women” song. I tried to show my talent off and just how large my contribution was when being forced to work against my will in the back room. The only difference is I had to sit there and say the majority of the words. This time they tried to appear to make it look “almost even” in front of all the men that they were trying to rope into knowing about fraud, larceny, racketeering, paedophilia and harassment.
They also made fun of that songstress; they made light of her and colonialism and any Australian woman. Australian women were, on the whole, just there as Australian fodder and could not successfully enforce their rights.
When I said that he knew the Gates family he threatened me. Saying that he didn’t want to but in that case he had to attack me more forcefully and do more to take me down.
I said that civilised people and the wealthy don’t court media coverage.
When he said that he wanted his children thrust into the media from the day they are born, and splashed across the papers to be prepared for being royal children. I chided him saying, “Who would do that to a child. They have no choice but to be there.”
Then, “My God, do they even want to be there ? If they had the choice?”
Then I said, “Don’t take away the right to choose a love match from royalty. They should be able to choose who they want to marry and to not have stage moms and dads push their children forward in order to deceive them into marrying for their own finances and fame.”
No, he said that it was the best thing in the world to be famous and that it didn’t matter how you got there because once you were, you could “stay that way.” I said that they won’t turn out to be OK and convinced him that they must not be in the media until of age otherwise they could end up with mental health issues like he had.
I’ll be able to make friends everywhere if I steal this work.