John MCKISSACK Genealogy

We had a Dell desktop at the time.  Damon and I.  I had been doing genealogy on it.  The hard drive crashed and we took it to someone at work whose son worked for Best buy geek squad to order a hard drive and install it again.  

When we got it back I think most everything was on there and we had some trouble with the Microsoft Windows.  The next thing I know it had all these fake Norton and fake McAfee and it seems like it was a fake AT&t number saying pay us this much and we'll fix it but it only got worse they were hacking us. 

Somebody went through all of the genealogy and a bunch of old things all the way back to slave records and death records and military records from the genealogy.  I wanted to do a great big one for both of the girls.  I had all of Callie's from Papa Bob in the attic of the house and the book of Bullock genealogy that Damon had borrowed from his Dad.  Then they started attacking us from everything from paint colors called chocolate kiss to something over Toyotas, to porn and drugs and Ashley Madison, old Yahoo emails and texts and Facebook messages, and weird stuff.  But it's some kind of drone and then were sitting there listening to people.  I don't know if somebody hacked it or if someone weird from the government was doing it.  I would hate to think government would behave the way these people were behaving. 
Then started in on all the extortion over old dating sites and Ashley Madison and old AOL accounts and a bunch of Tony's and Anthony's, and music and tax evasion and drugs and painters and other systems. They started tearing me up over weird things over my sister's, and my parents and mean things over Doyle and guns and Facebook.


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