First they capture the wild talent, then they sell tickets so you can pay them to see this captive.

It’s D’s job to make sure the captive doesn’t escape their greedy grasp.

To buy me they didn’t need my consent. They just had to buy everyone around me and that is exactly what they did which is why I got such a dour view of humanity. FACTS. I got clues about it from the braggadocio mafia and my “friends” all along but I couldn’t understand it until lately. What a cute flying girl statue that mobster has in Hampton Bays along with his “knowledge is power” monument on his beach front property.

It’s not fun being a target of the mobsters who hide behind the British government. They don’t like it when you get too much into the history of how they slave their way into owning everyone.

A portrait of what it is like to be a target?