It doesn’t matter whether it’s you pressing the buttons or your hacker brother or one of your 4chan and other buddies who is pressing the buttons, you are the only one I have an actual name and email address for, so you can insert this wish into the chain of command.

Your “riptides” or “rip currents” or whatever you may call them in which you send these stupid nah nah nah nah nah cascades of financial mayhem into my life with accumulating fines and all the other nonsense – with the aid of your buddies – need to stop.

If it had not been for you and your buddies and your stupid destructive antics, I’d already have been working for NS for about 18 months now – and making some pretty decent money. Your stupid interference with my eye tests in 2023 just so that you could (have enough time to) make fun of an old cow’s vision issues/concerns and muck about with my computer screens in yet another stupid puerile “prank” prevented that. I needed those results before I could apply, you jerks, and had set up yet another new email address about which you didn’t know yet at the time as I never used it from my own equipment just to be able to get in contact with them, get into their database and (try to) apply without you interfering again. While working at NWO as of about June 2023 likely would have sucked big time, in view of that cutesy or odd “Ken & Barbie faking authenticity” vibe that they seem to have going on, that too would have brought in a pretty decent salary and I would certainly have learned a few things. I was TERRIFIED at the time, utterly totally terrified, and deflated. I had just given up so much just to escape and then only find that you followed me again and continued to sabotage me…

I have had more than enough of your stupid sabotage of my life and again, it doesn’t matter whether it is you pressing the buttons or you telling someone else to press the buttons at the various organizations where your or your brother’s buddies work – and all the rest.

I don’t give a shit about the fact that it is your opinion that I do not deserve to live. Get a new hobby, dude; you are off your rocker.

I lived in fear of you and your buddies long enough. All that stupid destructive shit of yours should have stopped the moment I left Portsmouth for the fifth time.

I don’t care what it is about, whether you are just a mindless Andrew Tate clone or whatever the hell this war of yours is about. I don’t care.

There isn’t anything that you can still do to me that you haven’t already done to me and there is nothing that you can still take from me as there is nothing left. There is nobody and no animal either in my life that you can still attack to get to me. There are no more Suzannes or Sibyls or Willems or Renates who you can pester or fool just to get to me either.

I don’t need anyone to hack my app so that I can get more cheeseburgers either.

I no longer need to be afraid of you. I no longer need to try to appease you.

[You think that you are “humiliating” me? Think again. You’re simply confirming yourself as crrrrazy and totally off your rocker. Unhinged. An obsessed abusive manipulative nutcase. And you’ve made clear and confirmed often enough that it is you who is behind all this. You with your obsession with genitals – always cutting things up to make them resemble labia and your other insane stuff and cutting into birds with an angle grinder – hung around pestering me at a D-Day celebration rehearsal and you also hung around on my last evening in Portsmouth.

You’re seriously disturbed. I’ve offered to help you find a good shrink and to support you. You just made fun of me. You are seriously unhinged, dude, but there is NOTHING you can still do to me or take from me so I have no more reason to be afraid of you. You could kill me and you’d only be doing me a favor because you’d rid me of you that way.

If you got me locked up for life with all your lies and manipulations, I’d get some peace – and daily food. I often figured that that is what you were doing in Portsmouth, convincing people that I needed to be locked up for some reason. You tried to drive me away (presumably because you didn’t risk getting exposed) but you had not realized that once you’ve destroyed someone, they can no longer get away.

I’ve tried to goad you into attacking me to kill me often enough in Portsmouth, just so that you would show your hand and people would see how seriously unhinged you really are. Because NOBODY wanted to listen. I was just a stupid lying thieving low-skill migrant with a learning disability, they thought, because that is what YOU had told them (to some, before I had even moved to Portsmouth yet) – and they all fell for it. (But also, besides police, nobody in Portsmouth was willing to admit ever having heard of him, not even people who did know him and probably knew him pretty well.)

You can’t even take a sledge hammer to the wall again to bury a rat in it now.

There is nothing left.