To my dearest, long lost elite brothers and sisters,
Firstly, fk you for what you did to me. Too far, too hard, for too long.
I'll find something constructive and enjoyable to do in my spare time. Underutilised and all about paying bills and salvaging some kind of lifestyle short term. I'm not aspiring to be a 2IC in this game that's for sure (fkn 2IC if things go well fk me 😆) after all my development over the decades, nor will I be degraded into proving to you I can play nicely with others (which is an intrinsic trait that irritates the hell out of you and something you so desperately need to undermine) under the cooked, harassing, and agenda-driven profile-building conditions. What a stitch up. Maybe you need to see a positive attitude adjustment whilst you usher in, or should I say, disclose, your twisted surveillance regimes. I'm well aware a lot of it has to do with saving face and manipulating optics, maintaining this ever dissipating 'control' if you will… and create yet again more 'casualties of war'. It's not even a test at this point. It's impossible and a constant setup to fail. Lack of resources, lack of skillsets, lack of realistic expectations, ridiculous micromanagement and scrutiny, and yes, a few empowered bottom feeders that aren't a professional nor personal mentors asshole but gleefully waive their newly presented wands around and prance like ballerina conductors. You're off your collective heads, and it's a blatant attack to undermine true merit and balanced dispositions.
I ultimately don't mind, because I have displayed excellence before, both in blue and white collar (under your cooked conditions mind you… always knocking me down just as I'm building serious momentum), and I will again. I got the good, untainted blood. Thank fk you disposed of me. There is a clear line in the sand…. there is pre being paraded in front of the world's filth and post being grandstanded to the world's filth. It's all about environment and those around you, and you'd be surprised what a little mutual respect, transparency, professionalism, and formality can do. This was before you started your targeting and fuckery with your little gadgets, bots, and thothal medias (which put your subtle and discreet fuckery on steroids).
This isn't war. This is deadshit socialists attacking the best and brightest. Your cooked army. Your direction to stalk and provoke proves nothing, except your evil and the pain and fallout of the tormented. Has to be war crimes. I've asked you to stop and go away, but I'm sure you have contingency plans and documentation to reframe and shift the onus. What you see is disappointment and frustration from the unwarranted and unnecessary intrusion and meddling. It's a deviant ploy that I thought only existed for a short period in the school yard.
I sleep very well. I'm very flexible and patient, but what's going on is fking retarded ay. I'll continue to improve and self assess, but it is very difficult when growth is hindered. Lameness has never really motivated nor inspired me. It's not a trait on my resume, for I have zero desire to hold back anybody nor manipulate for my own benefit. That's totally dishonourable. I'll always be in the mix no matter what I do. I could wake up in the morning, put on a suave suit and tie, and ride in my seat on AF1 and be totally productive and engaging. Shame about the resentment and envy though amongst the people who you fking pitted against me. I would need to build my confidence back up a little and adjust a few lifestyle choices. Doesn't change a thing in my spirit though. Not my fuckery or control freakness. I'm a product of you, and the thots that get in my way down here will wake up to you sooner or later.
Put 5% of my allowance in my account and witness the invigorated new lease on life. Sick of being pillaged. It's way beyond 'character building' or worthiness. Fkn demented ay.
Yours sincerely,
The unwanted larpy larp runt that runs the family.