Retaliation

The Colonial Drive extortion was the worst.  Callie Smith and Sadie Hartman extortion over an Ariana.  Wedding planner addresses. These people were trying to do some kind of MK ultra thing with a bunch of hacking.  Hospice and prison and Diamond Plastics Corporation.  Oglethorpe prison and Nazi attack.  Edgefield and Metts attacks for Jeff and whatever they were doing.  CCI and Manning.  Hall.  Forsyth prison and women's shelters and affairs and lies and Ashley Madison list and Department of Education attack over an iPod, Waterford address from my sister and White Knoll High School graduation program and photos and rebel flags and identity thefts, prostitutes and cocaine dealers, pets, embezzlement, racketeering indictments retaliation, real estate fraud, fraud report loans, old photos, old emails, Outlook, some weird weird program for council on the aging to drive me crazy.   I hope you all concur.  Monster hacking to prevent employment, indeed hacking to prevent employment. Ransomware to prevent employment 
  Friends Cafe stalking for ATA pool tournaments and following us around over abortion, marijuana business, Byron GA and Byron Baptist Church and Blackmon, brother Brad isn't Brad Rohr jackass.  Michelle Smith from the 911 Center isn't Callie's step mom and Stephanie Wallace isn't in Georgia and Stephanie Butler pampered chef is where it starts.  Bank of America, one step, Wells Fargo, all references from the prison resume to Jennifer Thomas.  That's why it was scanned and sent to her.  It was weird and I knew they were eavesdropping and all the sudden we were inundated with prison resumes.  When I tried to tell them they assured me I just needed an EAP.  It was sitting there hacking Slacker radio and going through our emails and through the Canon that interfacing with PDF, and hacking drones and trying to see a fly on the wall.  The dispatcher said he was going through my entire home network and DirecTV cards HP Pavilion Desktops.  I mean they went through the most intimate things in my private home that you could.  I called the police department when they were ransacking our home and they didn't even look at the blood prints on the door jambs or take fingerprints or do anything it was like no big deal.  Then some hacker approached Dodi at TJMaxx when I was there with Shari and it was terrifying he was trying to convince her that her parents harmed her.  My friend Shari and I had taken her for her 8th birthday.  Then the eavesdropping and break-ins and neighbors assured me I just need medication because they didn't see anything.  Bullshit.  They knew.  Then the nastiness over Damon's porn and drugs and painters and extortion non stop and DFCS and the school board attacks.  Ashley Madison list and affairs and misdeeds and extorting people and taking everybody else's conversations and trying to manipulate me into feeling bad.  Even reading the Spam emails off of my phone and thinking I had a million dollar inheritance.  Wacky people.  Then somebody stalking me over rebel flags and KKK and black friends, or multi racial nastiness over other friends, and attacked me over Al Sharpton and Hilary Clinton comments from Damon.  All kinds of weird stuff.  Then somebody really really really creepy following me around on my phone everywhere because they thought I was telling on a Ralph.  They didn't know Ralph Scott wasn't Ralph Elrod and mixed up Bartlett and SC and GA.  I wasn't telling on anyone.  Then they went through the pictures of Callie's  dad at the sled graduation and thought I was telling him on these people.  I can't even tell you the nastiness some of these people did to me over the Elrod trial.  Stuff I really didn't know anything about I was just trying to desperately to tell somebody that somebody had seriously been eavesdropping and stalking.  It seems like every time I told the most ridiculous accusations about being insane were made.  It was like they were trying to totally discredit what I said was happening to us.  It's like why didn't they understand we were getting extorted and that it was something nasty?  Why did they think it was about drugs or prostitutes or affairs and tax evasion?  The painters and Bullock's and neighbors.  

Then Damon and his family members turned around and used all of this for custody of my child and alienated me from my daughter.  Heart breaking.  They spent so much effort and time into using the things that made me feel so victimized, to give the impression that I was someone else or put others peoples problems on me.  They must be pretty exhausted from all that effort and all that hate against me for nothing I ever did except love them.  I'm disappointed and disgusted with them.  And when I say them I mean everyone involved.

The whole thing is heartbreaking the whole entire thing is scary and it's heartbreaking.  I hope you all lose your child and get terrorized and beg for mercy and cry every single solitary night and feel my sorrow.  I hope my sorrow drenches your soul and you choke on your own words and deeds.  

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