Torture and Anguish and Lies

Doesn't anybody in the entire world know what it feels like to be tortured and terrorized and stalked for years and years, then local government and state officials to use it for custody and alienation from their family and children?  Does anybody in the entire world know what that feels like?  To be called a liar the entire time you're tortured?  To have comments made repeatedly everyday to discredit and degrade them?  To have someone tell them they've never held a steady job in their entire life despite being tortured by their employer and lawyers and law enforcement and school officials and DFCS and court officials and a bunch of investigations and divorces and federal government and military and weird software for international terrorism?  Doesn't anybody understand what that feels like?  They sat there and tortured me and then used it for their personal interest and gain.   Then you're told there's no laws against taking your child without your knowledge or permission,  no laws against cyber attacks and terrorism, or no laws against manipulation of technology for terroristic acts.  The truth is I'm starting to believe some of these people I thought were wacko.  I believe the government wants us dead,  it's easier to deal with.   It's one less thing they have to worry about and especially me because I might tell something that was done with the child porn and drugs and doctors and ransomware and lawyers using illegal software.  And who's carrying on about a softball and Facebook?  Hollywood, Florida or Hollywood, California?  Why do they go into people's private homes and steal all of their photos and go on to all their devices and steal their photos and use them for brainwashing and cold war tactics for the government and military and programming for platforms?   What memories did they need for me to remember?  

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