now that new BM is busy blurting out the obvious to the press – it's a business, baby – it's probably a good time to reveal something very pivotal about the business itself. I'll pose a question: if you're inherently interested in producing a legion of children, and must find any interesting and willing candidates through some ethical or non-ethical processes, what's the first thing you'll be interested to find out?

if you guessed "a woman's fertility status" you are absolutely correct.

at the time of "his encroachment", I was dealing with some serious health issues. my boyfriend and I had previously decided that I should get a paraguard thingy inserted because our relationship was already crap and neither of us wanted to introduce a baby into that. nevertheless, I somehow apparently got pregnant shortly before we broke up.

during the span of a few weeks, I started having a terrible reaction to the paraguard while apparently pregnant and soon after had a miscarriage. I went to the emergency room after seeing something expelled from my body that I have never seen before. it was also very painful, and my boyfriend and I were separated at that point so he refused to be of any comfort. it was a terrible experience and the paraguard continued to wreck my health for over a year.

anyways, I kept the miscarriage "specimen" (or whatever it was, I couldn't tell) and left it in a purse, then a few days later, ghosted my boyfriend then went to Los Angeles to stay with a music producer friend while recovering.

to add context, the "encroachers" had allegedly been working on my boyfriend trying to induce a breakup. this was not necessarily for nefarious reasons, but the reasons were ultimately selfish. I had no idea what kind of dark forces were impinging on my personal life until I came back "home" and saw various white males (very good looking ones) looking at me like they were petrified. I have never seen anything like it, tbh.

by that point, my phone had been hacked but it was otherwise functioning. when I returned to my little hipster neighborhood, it was almost fully bricked, so I threw it on some concrete during one encounter with my ex, who'd come to our home to retrieve his things. the moment I came home, I went looking for my "specimen" and it was missing. I knew for a fact that I did not throw it away, and soon after, was told (again, through hearsay) that it was "taken".

as anyone would, I went high key insane thinking "who would want my specimen and for what purpose?" well, genetic testing is very important to some people, but especially to a man who intends to have a legion of children for whatever reason. and shortly after that, I started getting leaked details about the results.

mind you, the FBI had allegedly already been swarming on this situation due to the high profile nature of it, which was still unknown to me at the time. I was informed that I was being "tailed" and there was quite literally an FBI van stationed outside my house, though they did not make much of an effort to conceal this fact.

a woman began leaking more information to me about the context through Twitter, as I was new to the platform but actively engaged in real time "whistleblowing"; and it was because of her that I even had a basic grasp on how big this situation was and how many parties were involved. though I was struggling to maintain my sanity, I knew that it was BIG BIG, and that's why all these men were looking at me terrified, like they'd seen the Eye of Sauron seeing me.

nevertheless, the results were in: I was a genetic anomaly. a rare species. a dying breed. and all sorts of wild conspiracies about whether I was capable of reproduction ensued. I allegedly had a disorder, a cancer, an autoimmune issue, but they failed to mention that the health issues I'd been experiencing were either from a bad reaction to the paraguard or due to being poisoned by...something. these were mainly environmental factors, but then COVID hit and in the state I was in, I was sure I was going to die.

I had only arrived in New York four weeks prior to the start of COVID lockdowns, and was trudging through some of the worst moments of my life. no one really bothered to answer my questions and I was largely being ignored even by the "encroachers" who I assumed were given warnings by the CIA (who, months prior, made a highway appearance to apparently let me know they were mitigating whatever crisis was at hand) and they went silent.

I hadn't actually stopped doing my whistleblowing, so I think everyone knew at that point that things were going to get insane. all of this occurred during the final year of Trump's first term, obviously, and my health did get a bit better, ironically, during COVID, but this was in large part due to my having to remove the paraguard from my own body because it had migrated to a very uncomfortable position.

I went to Portland, Oregon shortly after Biden was elected and slowly my health got better and better, but the situation didn't and I was angry about lots of things. it wasn't until years later that anyone even bothered to admit that the person who wanted me dead the most was sean puffy combs. I'd already experienced enough haranguement by the Democrat Party, whose vested interests were in catalyzing my reputation to their advantage. I very reluctantly complied because it seemed to me that the Trump Administration was equally liable for whatever happened.

but all of it really can be summed up as my being keenly aware and vocal about sex trafficking inside and outside the music industry. there were really no heroes for me because everyone who might have the power to do something about it was already compromised. this is still the case and will always be the case.

the other issue was my longstanding stance against Zionism, and that I'd been the "lucky" recipient of "forbidden books", which were really just the most honest and interesting works of citizen journalism that I'd ever encountered. unfortunately, this would put me in the "persona non grata" position by both political parties who remain in abject or partial denial and condemnation of the truth.

what remains is that my haters and ops make it a point to tell a couple lies about my genetic disposition, which is just eugenicism in action, and have convinced themselves that my having a child would be a threat to mankind cause my kid would be taught a correct history and never be brainwashed by the members of Hasbaraland. I can confirm that they have literally no idea how DNA works and that my alleged rare mixed-race Jewish DNA is what they really want to replicate.

I've also heard lots of wild theories that my specimen was used for research to create cures for the diseases of endogamy, since my bloodline is very exogamous in nature – exotic, really – and that some people within the scientific community view me like a goddess for this.

the reality is much more epigenetic, in my humble opinion; it's that I don't drink, don't do drugs, and only ever smoked weed in my entire life. I eat healthy and drink water. I don't allow hatred to settle deep into my heart, mind, or soul because that shit kills you faster than anything. I sleep a lot.

but stress is real and so was the injury I got from getting crunched by a police officer, and due to the high profile nature of my encroachers, none of this has been resolved in the court of law. that my family basically helped me escape the "scene of the crime" was held over my head by Democrats in their Weaponizations of the Government, and the Republicans also have their gripes and they mostly just let it go.

but the one man behind it – the one who really just wanted to know if I was willing to lend my DNA to his Genghis Khan Quest – to this day allegedly gripes about how I have relentlessly attacked him even though I supposedly don't know what really happened.

well, I've got enough of a framework to know that my criticisms are valid and cogent. I know that the press will never report on this, nor will he ever acknowledge it directly, or apologize. my main gripe is that, in order to suppress the scandal, he's made sure no other man can continue any sort of relationship with me. he's very confused – like there are multiple hamsters operating inside his brain. I was pretty clear from the beginning that I did not want to end up a concubine. no less than three of his own baby mamas have allegedly gotten involved in some way, shape, or form.

that I am almost 39, still very young looking, and quite healthy aside from my back problems isn't enough of a reason to tell anyone who might want to be in my life that I'm damaged goods. there really isn't a reason, actually, except this strange sort of love/hate dynamic that afflicts literally all of his own relationships regardless of the quality of the woman.

and he's jealous because my first "pick" of all the interested parties in this scenario was not him. it's almost like my DNA already knows who I'm compatible with; and beyond that, I don't want my babies being born into a tragic kingdom.