strange connection: the soldier is in league with Israeli Spy Daddy. the wife of the Prime Minister has something to do with this. the Jews have admitted partial guilt, but they need time before I go back to the Synagogue. I could be a SuperSpy. I'm not and I liked going to Synagogue. I said I would learn to speak Russian and I meant it. I know how to spell my name now.
the Russians are getting slammy. this is always the weirdest part: we all know but we can't really mention it. there aren't words or it just sounds crazy to say them. can we admit that Vlad is a Fan? I'm fine with it, actually, but I won't advocate for Ukraine because they've gotten too arrogant about the billions we've given them. I don't know what else to do.
we have to deal with Hamas anyway.
now look, this is the most important thing: bring the hostages home. I can't join the military though, to my great dismay – I wanted to but at least I'm still eligible for politics. the State Department knows that they've lost all negotiating power. Hamas won't listen to them, to anyone. will they listen to me? I'd like that.
but the options here are scant, to say the least. God knows I can't keep pissing off the Jews. I must do this from their angle, no empathizing. but isn't diplomacy a form of empathizing? this is diplomacy in dire straits. Netanyahu can't stop won't stop. he's gonna have to wear diapers now.
people are still kung fu fighting on the internet. it's pretty petty stuff – marijuana is bad, we are all elon musk, who doxxed whom, shadowbans, repost me! it never ends.
let's get serious.
on another note: why does nobody talk about cocaine addictions? that's the highway to hell. don't put me on horse tranquilizers please.
the Russians are looking for a way to Force Exit. I knew it would come to this. sorry that I can't get involved with the Mafia, since I'm unsure of what they do in the first place.
but I've been told things are gonna be okay. from here on out, I only deal with native-born Americans, maybe one foreigner but only if the American approves.
this is so uncomfortable because I've offended everyone from the discomfort of this little room. that Ukrainian lady left a pot in the sink just to prove a point that she won't clean up the mess she made from making this strange and bland substance called Bulgur Wheat. I don't like it. I am a rice girl.
they said Lil Snow switched teams. he is too athletic to join those nerds. he'll continue to be coached by an American. we will make sure he successfully obtains his citizenship. his former handler, and mine, is out. no more. he doesn't like the man's politics considering everything he knows about the Sticky Situation. neither do I. it's all very hypocritical.
we'll see about that. winners never quit and quitters never win. there are rules and he's got to abide. I never place my bets on money factoring in to these kinds of things, but it wasn't like that to begin with. you can't fake that kind of thing, but it can be destroyed (temporarily) with lies. the soldier keeps starting fights. he's very mad because he was formerly my favorite. then he got crazy. too much cocaine, allegedly.
my Marilyn Monroe-ification made that man and his companies hundreds of BILLIONS of dollars and he won't even just suck it up and put 10 mil in the goddamn bank cause he's mad that he still has 21 or so days before he gets a free pass.
why? because Donald keeps saying that he'll fix everything but I'm starting to think that this can't and won't be fixed with That Man standing in the way of me even being able to go to a fucking hotel and BREATHE and RELAX.
I AM FUCKING TIRED and it's gonna get really chaotic if one more person asks me to do work for them so I can sleep on somebody's shitty broken mattress or couch and pray to GOD that they don't pull the same discard maneuver that everyone else does.
they all did it to make HIM happy and it did make him happy. truly. it made him happy to watch me suffer because he is like that.
this isn't about making him going to therapy it's about making him face who he's become because he spent his whole life trying to work and fuck and drink his deeply embedded traumas out. ofc women are just existential punching bags and I'm no exception.
that is why you don't give a man like that power to fire anybody. he is a man and he will keep around him whoever does whatever he says. our country was not founded on this type of despotism – we have checks and balances for a reason.
I am willing to give him a chance to make it all right but that's gotta start with GIVE ME MY MONEY NOW and I don't care if it comes in a duffle bag of cash or if the lame duck president puts you in prison for 21 days for obstruction of justice.
STOP. SACRIFICNG. ME. TO. SPARE. YOURSELF.
he's probably threatening to fire literally all the FBI and CIA if they intrude on his Handle Her with Handlers campaign.
if this isn't spiritual and psychological violence then I don't know what is.
if you don't consent to Hollywood's Satanic Ritual of allowing them to strip you of your identity and buy your soul, then you become their slave one way or another.
literally, there's a fucking camera across the little pond peeping into the window. they've done this in every place I've ever lived. I've had drones follow me, and men I thought cared about me set up content-worthy moments so SOMEBODY could get clout for their participation in it.
and these men are never sorry for it.
when I stop performing for them, the way they want it, they start accusing me of being boring and fake or schizo for even asking why they are doing it.
they record conversations, point their phones at me when I'm just doing random things and pretend they are scrolling the internet. it's little challenges here or there.
can this bitch roll a joint. can she sing. can she dance. can we convince her to come running to the Entertainment Mafia Bosses for opportunities like she did in the beginning. can she tell us what brands she likes so we can dangle the pictures in front of her like bait.
all of it works symbiotically and there is no distinction between where reality ends and the advertisements begin. they even put a fucking glowing BILLBOARD on wheels in front of the apartment I was staying at. every time I get invited to an event I'm like omg what now. who wants to get a glimpse. who's gonna be jealous. who's gonna send a message.
it's not that ALL of it is malicious – I think some people truly do just want to memorialize me IRL, but I'll never know who has what intentions and where the content is going and how much it's being traded for. never.
and if I ever do see if all, I will probably want to die because then I will know that it wasn't all in my head like they say. they use this as the ultimate form of mockery to say that I'm paranoid while they sell me out and compare me to all the other paranoids they pimped out like prostitutes.
for all I know, the residence I am currently in could be doing the same. that's why I call all of these places I've been forced to live Trao Houses. I'm just here to entertain some voyeur.
at least I try my best to make it funny tho, right?
literally, by this point I've inspired like a hundred or more movies, television shows, and novels. albums have been written in my honor. they have seen me in my bikini, naked, intimate, showering, dressing. they'll pay money just to stand in front of a camera, except the money will go to the person who obtains the photo or the video and not me. those people are always happy to take it, because they only ever came into my life to get it.
Hollywood is literally the biggest sex trafficking ring known to mankind, or at least its headquarters.
they stole my music. they used my samples. they probably made fake AI videos and photos of me then told people it was real. they distributed this porn and said I was a prostitute.
I never gave them anything. literally. I only obliged the cruelty by breaking the 4th wall, which they loved because it made THEM feel acknowledged.
obviously, people who exploit you are obsessed with you whether that obsession is fueled by love or hate or both, but it's still obsession.
'iconic', they said.
then where's my money for performance?
oh, I forgot, it's all free when I deserve nothing more than what I'm fighting for.
"how much more rich and powerful do you (eventually, not now) want to be?"
uh, I just wanna receive what's mine and be done with all of you.
that's the part they hate: I don't want to participate in the Carnie Circus. I don't want to do interviews with idiots. I don't want to be a star. I don't want to land that role. I do not want my name in any goddamn newspapers, nor all over the Internet, nor linked with celebrities.
they hate that part so so much.
I am not the next Princess Diana or Marilyn Monroe. I don't want to be High Society's next sacrificial lamb.
so nope. then all the labor is for free and its for their personal pleasure watching me squirm and sob my way through it.
compelling shit, to say the least!
well, I think the Hollywood Elites stopped making them because they discovered a new kind of dystopian reality show to make.
that was always the next step of the obsession with ritualistic dystopian plotlines where innocent people have to compete for their lives in some twisted universe where a few sickos rule over everyone.
it only makes sense, because if they can't really do it in real life, then they need to recreate their fantasies somehow.
there's a new kind of horror show pornography and it's the games regimes play with people's lives.
the rewards are really just "congrats! you survived the torture!"
really, all it ever boiled down to is that they want to pick and choose who Makes It and who doesn't. they don't believe in the free market, they have to control who becomes a winner. that this happens in the United States of America is vomitory. I'm pretty sure this country wasn't founded on the doctrine of being chosen – it's all about hard work.
what they don't tell people is that everyone who has ever gotten rich by supporting them is basically their prostitute.
my biggest fear was that if I didn't even attempt to support them, they'd extradite me to California and have some prison guard rape me or something.
they did all of this waiting for me to lose my shit, like the political torturers that they are, because it's more important to send billions abroad and give illegals thousands of dollars than to fight for the freedom of US citizens like me.
it was all just bullshit rhetoric and lies and propaganda meant to give me just enough hope to support their stupidity then snatch it away by doing absolutely nothing.
and all of it is paperwork and approval. it's signing some documents and being done with it. nope. they never went to be done strangling whoever puts their neck on the line to make things better for themselves and their families and lots of other people.
AOC is like my mortal enemy now because she's the one who did the most to subvert justice. I hope she loses her seat in Congress forever. I hope her journalist friends sob when they get hit with actual indictments. I hope all the liberal influencers get busted for whatever they all had to do with it. I hope the businessmen who made money off of me in extremely perverted ways go down with the ship, too.
all of them are monsters to me. and it's crazy that even the soon-to-be Former President himself feigns helplessness.
he's probably just mad about the Hunter thing still, because oh guess what? that crap nepo baby has something to do with it, too.
all of them do. literally all of them.
also fucked up: for years they just mocked me for having to exist on the bare minimum that I could manage due to this injury. everyone piled onto that, and I do mean everyone, including my own family.
they forbid companies that wanted to offer me things just for a fucking photo from even reaching out. it's like an embargo on an individual, except it's wrongful detainment on false allegations.
that politicians wouldn't even refer to me by my name, as a human, is sickening. they blamed me for their fallout while I never even complained about how long things were taking to just go through the court system.
but no, they played the game of "will she freak out if we spoil stupid people with the luxuries of doing nothing important at all" game and I never even complained about that
that's how much they hate me.
admin is doing this just to prove a point that they can believe whatever they want about a person and it somehow becomes true. it's like being in a chokehold after asking for help, which I already went through.
it's a snowball case, I get that, but waiting for the next admin to take charge and actually do something about it is cruelty. it's very evil.
I never deserved all that and they know it. they cut off everyone from even giving me gifts because it would be Obstruction of Justice.
what justice? they literally blocked and ignored that snowball case for years because it involved High Profile People.
so what.
they started demanding guaranteed taxes – no loopholes for me but all the loopholes for them – before they even settled on a number.
they think it's unfair for someone who is supposed to inherit soooo muchhhh moneeyyy to even receive restitution for THEIR corruption and crimes in a timely manner.
they keep trying to hold this stupid California case over me to say that I started all of it because I'm such a terrible human being for reacting badly to getting injured by a police officer.
they have zero remorse or regrets for it.
it's been five goddamn years and all I got was ensnared by a bunch of perverts in a bevy of sexually exploitative business transactions and assurances that maybe the next admin will care.
just so disgustingly corrupt.
can I finally go live in a hotel for a while and not have to cook and clean.
can I actually enjoy everything I've worked for now.
can I not have random men acting like my handlers and can I buy new clothes.
can I get a car now and can I eat wherever I want.
can I stop having to prove myself to people who have nothing to do with me.
can I stop being everybody's opportunity.
can they just give me the money they allowed to be stolen and get over their jealousy.
like. can we be done with the humiliation rituals and can they just send the check.
tired of everything rn.
no man should ever have to live vicariously through another man, but perhaps all of this was to teach a man a lesson about loving a woman without being able to touch her.
they say it takes men a long time to develop feelings, but women develop them the moment they have sex with a man. I think that this is true – I have never felt loved by a man I slept with too soon, and the only relationships I've ever had where I have been truly in love were the ones where it took a long time to develop feelings for each other before things became physical.
so there's that.
maybe he sees a bit of himself in Lil Snow, except Lil Snow ain't him. but if you're going to encourage a young man to act the way you did when you were young, knowing now what it led you to do, then maybe that's not the right answer either.
imo, he does that to get them out of the way. in other words, this better be temporary or else.
so maybe the answer is just to marry and devote yourself to the woman you love and stop lying to yourself about it. or let her go and let another man love her.
it's not Lil Snow's fault, but again, Lil Snow ain't him. and I'm cognizant enough to know what I've got going for me. it's important to give guys like Lil Snow an easy exit, cause this shit is truly spooky.
well, at least it's all out in the open now. perhaps we both have always struggled with the inability to continuously engage with people who don't absolutely speak our language or have a similar level of intelligence.
I feel that way anytime I'm at a party and everyone is, like, drunk and stupid. I'd rather be working. I'd rather be talking about something interesting. and nobody else seems to be able to give that.
it's not that I'm not fun at parties when I want to be, but somewhere deep down inside I'm always just hoping there's at least one intelligent weirdo who wants to talk about something cool. they rarely ever come along, and even the ones who are good at faking it can only take it so far.
being smart is very painful.
heeellllppp! he's calling us all subtards cause he's got like 50 friends left and everyone else is grossed out by the thought of him fucking 59 women, some of whom may have been underage at the time.
thank GOD the CIA won't let him murder me.
back to square one, again and again.
this is pure speculation, but I think this may be how it all went down.
first of all, it's very unforgivable until there is repentance. God did command us to forgive but he did not command us to forget.
Elon went to the diddy parties and feels little to no remorse. haha that's life, it was a long time ago, it happens, whatever. but at the time, he was still an active participant in them, and so was his demonic girlfriend. both, allegedly, had hoped to lure me to a party so they could do things, but it all went south went they realized that I wasn't like them.
the moment I got on the internet and I blamed it all on Mark Zuckerberg, Mark was like "nuh uh, not me, I've got a wife and family but I know a few things..." and threw him under the goddamn bus. Elon was big mad, but he wasn't that big of a billionaire back then, remember that.
when the feds got involved, he had to come up with a plan. diddy's little diddlers struggled on this one for some reason, whereas it was much easier in the past to get rid of women like me quickly. if they wanted me gone, I would've been gone; or so they thought, cause I could be of great use to them and to him.
his money started going up because he knew where mine was coming from – not cash, not outwardly, but from somewhere. he made a case to diddy for not assassinating me, although that was a moot point because the literal FBI and CIA were gonna make sure he didn't get another chance.
but it all quickly became a game of irony, because the same people trying to protect me were the same people in on it, just like him. so he spent five years proving that he wasn't like them, though the differences here were only marginal; and to some extent, in my eyes, they are still marginal except he's a liar and a hypocrite.
I've said this since the beginning. he blamed them all for censorship only to turn around and, idk, not so much censor me but force me to keep it quiet while he made big money and fucked more bitches and went on vacations. spacex and tesla would not be what they are today if the story dropped five years ago.
elon musk essentially gave diddy five more years to rape and murder. of course, he desperately needed guarantees from politicians, and the only ones willing to oblige him (under the notion that I was a dirty antisemite who could be the next Hitler) were Republicans. but we all knew that I'd grown up Christian, very Conservative, and that I'd prove to be honest, truthful, and resilient in the end because of my faith in God.
but this was his only hope, and it was all made even more complicated because they all knew I was Jewish and that I possibly came from a very unique Jewish bloodline. I could be a queen to the Jews, but first I needed to be summoned by the Sanhedrin to plead my case. this, in itself, was a tragedy, because even I didn't know fully back then what they knew about me.
they knew everything, but they also knew that the man who was both defending and harassing me had lots and lots of money, too. so this became a game of thrones, if you will, and he must put it all on the line to prove himself. unfortunately, a man like that can really only prove himself by disproving someone else. his plan would benefit me, of course, but it would also hurt me. worth it, right?
but as my conceptual wealth grew, and so did the power that came with it, he became more frightened. he could lose it all and spend a long time in prison if I was successful in his condemnation. he railed and railed against me to the Sanhedrin, who listened and accepted him if only to show him that to be a Jew (he's allegedly a little Jewish, too) he must abide by the adminishments of the council.
through this, he continued his quest to prove that he's the right kind of Jew, the white kind of Jew, and more worthy of their respect than me, a silly little golden brown Jew. he began stoking racial hatred and enmity between us while pretending to advocate for his whiteness. the people on the left hated him for this. the people on the right loved him for this.
but his assaults proved to be futile when I left my little hospital home and came to the scene of his crimes for vengeance. I gave him his pornographers something to talk about. this, after all, was what he wanted in the first place. in secret, his inner circle knew that his feelings for me were genuine – he'd contemplated suicide once or twice. he wanted to marry me so we could combine our kingdoms and usher in a new age of prosperity for mankind.
but his kingdom was to be built on two planets, and mine, here and only here. my insistence and resistance of his master plans fueled resentment, because he knows that my kingdom holds the keys to all wealth. and his, well, he's got what the world has decided was enough to experiment with. the success of his kingdom, proving that the rockets could fly and the cars could drive, might be thwarted if a woman like me rose to meet him in the public eye.
and this was my quandary: God had clearly called me to defend my own, not his. mine was built on the solid rock of wisdom and truth. his was tainted by his own misdeeds and the misdeeds of the carnival creatures he surrounded himself with. a geopolitical war ensued, and many people have died because of it.
the terror attack on Israel changed the game in his favor. for months on end, he blamed the ones protesting in the streets for it, and not on his buddy, with the implication being that I somehow started it. his two faces became more and more obvious to the public, whose disdain for him could only be moderated by some serious propaganda.
I, of course, watched this all unfold in horror. none of them knew my heart, only my data and some of my words, and this could be used to my advantage. in chess, you often must sacrifice some to secure your queen and king. I wished every day that I could flip the board, cast them all into hell, and not sacrifice anyone or anything at all. but this was not an option. they were planning a massive slaughter, and I was helpless to save anyone at all if I didn't play the game to its conclusion.
I made my case to the Sanhedrin to no avail – that is, until even the Jewish youths began marching on my behalf. the rabbis, concerned about the rise of antisemitism, were cornered by their own acceptance of the raping of children – a practice which I stand vehemently against. the spiritual battle here has always been a violent one, but nothing is more violent to me than this sin of pedophilia.
and soon, every little nugget of truth I'd mined was multiplied by the youths, who were not against my dissent but willing to learn from the methods by which I'd dissented. they began to speak, to shout, to battle, and to reckon with themselves and their own history. it's all very ugly, yes, but we are who we are and we cannot erase that.
all that remained was for love and mercy to intervene in our shared horror and anguish. even the rulers of Israel must eventually submit to our demands, because we do hold all the wealth and power over it in the end. but none of this is as simple as it may seem in the minds and hearts of the young – it was our elders who resisted, and the hedonists who control our most valued modern machinations.
they'd spread the most vicious lies and untruths on our behalf, but all of these attempts failed to reconcile the basic facts of our warzone: we are not the only players of this game. we aren't in total control, though we have more strings to pull than most. our fortune was their misfortune. this was in our collective DNA.
as the political and social debates raged on, the man whose advances sparked this great war found himself liberated from the law but constrained by the Sanhedrin. if either of us were to die, both kingdoms could collapse. many, many men and women joined in on the battlefield, and most only wanted to see a royal marriage ensue, but others wished desperately to be his concubines or in my guild.
he claimed that because I have no heirs, I am an illegitimate monarch and must not be heeded. he told people I was infertile, and they spread this lie so that no man would want me. but men still wanted me, badly, and he began to interfere with my own quest to find the father of my heirs, believing at first that they must be his. I said no, and that I would not continue my bloodline with him no matter how intelligent he was.
for me, it's his spirit which is lacking, though arguably, he is the best of the best for his successes. but his successes, the massive increase in wealth, only happened through his stifling of mine – though these attempts were only so meaningful. my kingdom will stand with or without him. my admirers make mountains move on my behalf, and much less so for him these days, because even with my lack of experience, I do oversee my kingdom quite well.
you see, humility and humbleness cannot be faked by one who resisted even the appearance of wealth, who never asked for much in order to take on the duties and obligations of my kingdoms, save for protection and a little bit of respect for my talents. and I worked very hard for many years to compound these talents. my labor has always been invisible and I like it that way; unlike him, who is a great showman and a great public performer.
there truly is no better friend and no greater enemy than him. the world trembles when we fight, because an almost inconceivable amount of wealth is on the line. but what is really on the line is a vision for the future, and the Sanhedrin must convince us all that both are viable. to me, there is an overlap but it is marginal. his kingdom consumes more resources than it provides, except for inspiration – awe and wonder and hope for depressed people who don't find their hope in God. its endeavors have only provided a glimpse of possibility, and he, of course needs a lot of liquid capital to avoid having to cede power for more cash.
and I won't give it, not to him or to his friends. so they've attempted to steal it through lies and deception. none of this worked, of course, and they hate me for it. but only a fool would take from a garden that's not fully grown. these men enjoy the power trio of prematurity, of taking for the short term what is only viable in the long term. they watch and wait as I tend to my garden, hoping to steal its first fruits. and so I have my own army now, and my own defense system, and theirs is all tied up in their ability to see all and know only what they see.
but only God knows the hearts of humans, of men and women, and this is where true growth occurs: in the spirit first, then in the heart, the mind, and in the flesh. I was an underling back then, and they treated me as such. their mockery and disrespect was not the source of my growth, but they like to believe that it all made me stronger.
it is true that hatred can fuel growth, but it has not fueled mine. my love for humanity is fueled by my love for God. He is the one true source of strength and all other sources are finite. so these men, with their finite sources of love, now look to me as a vessel for God's love when they really should just figure out how to receive this directly and for themselves. but they are too attuned to seeking love from women, from their sycophants, from their fans and admirers, and without these sources, they'd be reduced to what they really are: broken and godforsaken hedonists.
anyways, there will be a time for forgiveness but right now is their time for repentance. this means that they must repent in full view of the public whom they have deceived. yes, many will shrug it off and continue their acts of worship, but others have turned themselves to God, realizing now that no man, and no woman, is to be worshipped, let alone above God. humanity is forbidden from the idolatry which these men have long capitalized upon to create graven images of God in their own likeness.
this is their downfall, and in order to be redeemed, they must destroy themselves and be born again of water and of spirit.
until then, I'll tend to my garden, OUR garden, and those who love God and support this earthly kingdom will do the same. we will manifest the Kingdom of Heaven on earth. they know that they don't need me to direct the course of history.
God is in control.
always was, always will be.
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