Debra has been an outsider all her life. She never knew her father and she lost her mother and sisters very early. So she did not want any friends. They would only be taken away from her - just like everyone else before. Going to war actually saved her and finding true friends in the army started her healing process.
Unfortunately, child sexual abuse is way more common than people want to believe. 8% of men and 20% of women have prior to the age of eighteen suffered some form of sexual abuse (1), (2).
If you are aware and you look around you will most likely spot someone who is a pedophile.
But – you probably don’t know what you are looking for so in this story I will show you a very typical example of a pedophile and how they are ‘grooming’ their victims.
Len, Angel, and I had decided to go to Long Beach just to shop, relax and talk. You know – we were sisters but we only knew each other for a few weeks so still had a lot to catch up on and talk about. Imagine being sisters and you don’t know each other – there are a gazillion things to talk about to get to know each other. So that’s what we did.
After a few hours of shop crawling we sat down in a nice café to get something to eat and it was while we were eating Angelica noticed a mother with her 5-year-old daughter and a man in his seventies. Maybe her father or an uncle.
— Look at them, Angel said and nodded in their direction.
I immediately noticed that the mother didn’t seem interested in her daughter at all. She talked to the old man while eating and if she talked to her daughter she didn’t even look at her.
The old man on the other hand was very focused on the daughter. While he talked to the mother he also looked at the daughter and talked to her. We couldn’t hear what they talked about, but he smiled a lot at the daughter.
At some point, the daughter needed to go to the toilet, but it was the man who took her hand and followed her to the back.
Now, Angel knows exactly how to spot these scumbags. She has encountered hundreds of them and they all have the same ‘vibe’. They kinda ‘smell’ the wrong way.
— I know what is going to happen, Angel said. Come with me.
Angel went out back and followed them silently. She gave them sixty seconds, and then she violently kicked the door to the toilet, and voila! There he was. Groping her in all the wrong places.
He flew up and tried to look as if this was the most natural thing in the world. But his face was all wrong. His body language revealed with 1000% accuracy that he knew this wasn’t good.
Len took the girl by her hand and helped her finish her visit at the toilet. Angel was not that polite. As soon as Len and the daughter were out of sight she kicked the man so hard in his balls that he fell to the ground!
— I know who you are and in particular, I know WHAT you are! I know where you live and if you continue this pedophilic lifestyle I am going to cut your balls off and the police will find you dead while eating your balls!
Actually we didn’t know where he lived but we know the car he drove so it was only a matter of looking at his license plate.
We took them both back to the mother and Len started out saying:
— Fortunately, we entered the toilet while this man had her hands and fingers in all the wrong places of this young lady and I suggest that you take a lot more interest in how your daughter is doing!
She looked confused. Not in the innocent way. The way you try to act when you know you are wrong but not ready to admit it.
At the same time, Angel threw the man in his chair. He looked terrible. She threw her gun – which is a Glock 22 and a pretty impressive piece of hardware, at the table in front of him and said:
— From this day on you will NEVER even think of touching an underage!
She took her gun and we left.
I could tell Angel was furious! Furious because there was no one to defend her when she got raped, abused, sold, and trafficked to Albania. Furious because we probably were the only people in the world who were able to spot this and at the same time do something. The world is populated by morons, psychopaths, narcissists, egomaniacs, pedophiles, sex offenders, liars, scumbags, and politicians who get paid to protect them.
What could have happened if Angel didn’t notice:
The man would have done things to the girl at that café that would put him by bars for the rest of his life. He would come out from the toilet with the little girl in his hand. He would probably kneel down and whisper something in her ear while smiling AND touching her. What he would be saying: “Don’t tell anyone about this. This is OUR secret!”
And he would have continued to molest this girl and maybe even other girls too.
There is nothing wrong with granddads and uncles taking care of their grandchildren. The problem is when they look too much, smile too much, and in particular TOUCH too much.
It is easy to spot when the child thinks it is too much. They will try to avoid contact because it feels uncomfortable.
And that’s where you step in!
In this previous article, I described why I deeply believe why Michael Jackson is innocent.
Two of Michael Jackson’s bodyguards have now come forward and are giving very strong testimonies to Michael Jacksons’ innocence in the accusations from James Safechuck and Wade Robinson.
The two bodyguards are Matt Fiddes who worked for Michael for ten years and Bill Whitfield who worked for Michael for two years. Here is the video interview with Bill in which he explains his relationship with Michael and firmly states that he is totally innocent and James and Wade did what they did because of greed.
Next we will be investigating Epstein! Were these timed allegations against Michael supposed to take the heat from Harvey Epstein?
To cover up the fact that Epstein had very powerful clients like Bill Clinton, Trump, Lots of Hollywood producers…?
Also check Corey Feldman here:
And if you still don’t believe Michael Jackson was innocent listen to what Tom Meseraux says about the 140 witnesses the state called to testify against Michael. He discredited all of them from A to Z and some of them even discredited themselves:
Dear Police Officer!
If you make people insecure, you don’t contain the situation!
If you make people insecure, you escalate the situation!
If you make people feel safe, you control the situation.
If you make people feel safe, you de-escalate the situation.
If you as a police officer don’t know the law or otherwise call for unlawful action, people will disrespect you.
If you calmly convey you know what you are doing and what you are talking about, people will respect you.
If you threaten people and they start fearing for their lives, they WILL go into fight/flight mode! Everybody does! Even you!
There is NO WAY you can beat a man up and at the same time expect him to be calm and act rationally. It is NOT possible because the reptilian brain takes over and bypasses Neo Cortex (the logical thinking brain). He is not dangerous. The officers’ ego is!
The most dangerous people to the police are those who are calm and collected.
Because they have experienced this many times before. They have been to war. Been shot at. Been in prison. Got beaten up. They are experienced and they know what to do! Besides – one of them has invented taser safe clothing which he is manufacturing so a taser is harmless to him. They always wear cut-proof clothing so they are almost 100% immune to knife attacks. They also have kevlar in the sleeves and ankles so if they are attacked by a dog (which has been trained to go for wrists and ankles) it will probably break its teeth. They have concealed weapons everywhere. Hidden tools to open any door. They can slip out of handcuffs in five different ways within five seconds. They are well well trained, well educated, and extremely well prepared. They are superior and they can handle almost any situation. So they are not afraid.
I know people in the military who will fuck two police officers over in a split second without even blinking! Well – actually they are so smart so they will never be pulled over by a patrol car. Lucky police officers!
These guys are people with a lot of experience from real life-threatening situations. They have been in much worse situations than this. Multiple times. And survived. Two men with guns can’t scare them.
When a police officer lets his ego take control he loses control of the situation. He is a danger to citizens. 1004 people were shot and killed by the police in 2019.
Unfortunately, the police no longer serve and protect you! The police are used by the top of society to serve and protect their money. And they do this by putting fear into easy targets. They kill them. They beat them up and they throw them in jail. The US has the BIGGEST percentage of its population incarcerated! Almost twice as many as Russia!
The basic problem is antagonizing.
If the police start out with the attitude that ‘the others’ are the enemy and we are the good guys they are starting from a polarized situation. This escalates and the ‘distance’ between the parties becomes bigger and bigger. So does the problem. This is called escalation.
Another huge problem is racial bias.
Unfortunately, a lot of police brutality is racial biased. The statistics simply state that if you are a black American you are 2.5 times more likely than whites to be killed by police! Let’s say that again – LOUD:
If you are a black American you are 2.5 times more likely than whites to be killed by police!
How do we overcome police brutality?
It is actually very simple. My friends who I mentioned before are on top of the situation no matter what. They are prepared. They are educated and they are well trained. Police officers are not! That’s why the police are scared and cover it up by acting tough with huge guns.
What makes a Navy Seal on top of the situation is months and months of training and years of experience. Realistic training. Training that is similar to or even worse than real-life situations. Training that makes normal police work look like playing Counter Strike which means the SEALs are able to take it easy simply because they KNOW they are in control when they have the right attitude. They do NOT escalate the situation. They contain it and because of their training, they can de-escalate any threat before someone gets hurt.
The opposite of antagonizing is harmony – which is healing. Instead of splitting the situation, they make it whole by bringing the parties together in harmony.
When I was a kid I was afraid of walking the streets of Gwangju but after several years of martial arts training, I got the balls to go everywhere in my city day and night. I was on top of the situation and nothing ever happened.
So don’t defund the police and don’t continue the militarization of the police. Educate them properly. Prepare them. Train them! Teach them to be REAL men. Not wuzzies that hide behind a tough facade!
Overcome your fear so you don’t have to play tough guy to hide it!
Watch Jocko talking about how to handle tough situations without escalating them:
Snyper, Psycho, Coach, and Goldie arrived in London the next day and we spent the first hour just talking, while we drove to the garage.
– Guys! I said to attract their attention.
– In the UK it is illegal to carry weapons so we have to be careful. Not even self-defense is a justification for carrying. We have a situation outside London we have to look into and if nothing revolutionary comes up here it looks like we are going to Albania tomorrow.
– As of now, we don’t know much about the location. It’s a mansion. It’s heavily guarded with personal bodyguards, don’t know how many but 10 or 12 armed with concealed weapons outside the house and inside probably armed with fully automatic weapons, would be likely for a man in his position. Maybe dogs.
– I suggest that Snyper, Goldie and I go there. Psycho and Len go to the collect house just to check if there is anybody there or to see if there is any trace of Angel. After that, you will take our three prisoners and dump them at a police station or tip the police somehow without being noticed and Coach you stay here and find a transport to Eastern Europe, most likely Albania.
Snyper, Goldie and I took the car and drove north to pay Kristo Dako a visit.
We stopped a mile before arriving and unfortunately his mansion was placed in the middle of a huge plain field that made it difficult to approach the place. Attacking at night could be risky as they – like us, might have Night Vision Goggles.
– The direct approach seems to be a bad idea for this, Snyper commented.
– Yee, a plane would be better, Goldie said.
We watched for an hour and noticed only 4 guards outside the house, which probably meant at least 8 more inside so they could take shifts around the clock.
So we put a plan together.
– We would go back to London, team up with Psycho when he and Len are back from the collect house, rent a plane and jump covered in darkness. Unfortunately, I have no experience in parachuting. As you know I usually stay on the plane until it hits the ground somehow!
– I will provide the escape by car and when you have taken the outdoor team down, I will join you for the interrogation of the survivors.
We went back to the garage.
I gave Goldie and Snyper each a silenced Glock.
– If you need more firepower such as fully automatic weapons you will have to borrow them at the mansion.
Len and Psycho hadn’t returned yet so I made some coffee and we talked about the whole damned situation until Len and Psycho arrived.
They had a girl with them.
– House wasn’t quite empty, but it is now, Len stated.
– They were three men watching Camila who was taken on a bar here in London just two days ago. Camila is from Sweden and was traveling with her best friend. Let’s have some coffee and some food, then we will go to her hotel and see if we can find her… What was her name? …he said looking at Camila.
– Ingeliv, Camila replied.
– Yeah, Ingeliv it was!, She probably already involved the police so we will find her and take them both to the local PD and disappear.
– What about the three bodyguards in the house? I asked.
– They are permanently unemployed! Psycho replied. – They got some kind of ehh… terminally illness…
Visiting Kristo Dako.
We actually didn’t need to take Kristo down. We had the information we needed to start searching in Albania, but I was determined to stop this trafficking league so other girls wouldn’t end up in the sex industry.
These guys have a weird routine before jumping. Psycho was the pilot, Snyper Co-pilot and Goldie served coffee. These guys are amazing and they do things others won’t. But one thing is for sure. They can’t sing! So I’m kinda glad I wasn’t there! But I swear I could almost hear them singing in the sky when I parked the car near Kristos mansion! The tune was: Battle Hymn of the Republic. Better known as Glory, glory halleluja.
– The Major was the last to jump but the first to hit the ground
– The Major was the last to jump but the first to hit the ground
– The Major was the last to jump but the first to hit the ground
– and he ain’t gonna jump no more!
– Glory, glory what a hellu’va way to die
– Glory, glory what a hellu’va way to die
– Glory, glory what a hellu’va way to die
– and he ain’t gonna jump no more!
The song had a lot of verses but I only remember this!
Snyper is extremely good with a parachute. He landed on top of one of the guards behind the house. He landed so hard that the poor guy didn’t survive the clash. Around the corner, he took one more out with his Glock. Goldie landed in cover at the end of the mansion and took out two guards in front of the house. They all had concealed fully automatic weapons under the jacket so they took one each in case the ‘conflict’ should escalate and they also took their keys in case the front door was locked.
That was the easy part. The building had two floors and by looking through the windows it was hard to figure out how many they were inside. They just had to find a way in and take as many of them out as possible. The front door was locked so they had to try all the keys they collected and luckily one of them worked. I arrived one minute after they went in.
Snyper went upstairs and Goldie swept the ground floor. All of them were sitting relaxed in chairs or armchairs in different rooms, which meant they wouldn’t fall on the floor and make noise. They were heavily armed. They all had automatic weapons as well as one or two small firearms.
Goldie took out four bodyguards and approached a closed door in the rear of the house. We could hear someone talking in there. Snyper came down and joined us.
– If there are people talking in there it probably ain’t bodyguards. More likely business associates. Should we ask them a few questions before we leave the premises?
– Absolutely. They might just have some valuable information about Albania, I said.
Goldie rushed in closely followed by Snyper.
– Everybody keep calm, he shouted.
The man closest to Goldie grabbed for something inside his jacket, but he was too close to Goldies gun and quite suddenly he felt his own warm blood running down his bald head and into his ear right after the heavy impact with Glock steel! Goldie pointed his gun in a circle round the room and pointed at each and every one.
Apart from Mr. Kristo there were three other guys who were definitely not bodyguards.
– The Lady wants to speak, he said in a way that demanded their full presence.
– Four months ago my sister disappeared from London. We followed the trace and it lead us here. I wanna know exactly what happens to the girls you are kidnapping. NOW!
The silence after my little speech was about two seconds too long! Snyper grabbed the nearest man, twisted his arm so long up his back that I think I heard it snap even though he was screaming.
– Silence! Snyper commanded while he smashed the man’s forehead into the table so fast that it cracked! Not his head. The table!
Mr. Kristo started talking with an eastern European accent.
– You don’t know who you are messing with!
Snyper was over him with lightning speed and Mr. Kristo also had to accept the pain from the impact of a Glock G19.
– Shut up! Snyper commanded and I began talking while putting my ass on the table right next to Kristo.
– You got it all wrong Mr. Kristo. You snatched my sister from the streets of London so YOU messed with me!
– This is simply put the inevitable consequences of messing with my family!
– Fuck you! It’s just business.
Snyper hit him once more while he said:
– Watch your language! You are talking to a real Lady!
– It might be business for you.
– But when your business-business becomes my personal business, your business becomes bad business.
– Fuck you! You won’t survive this afternoon!
I was tired of talking so I looked at Snyper and waved my gun at the man in front of him. He understood perfectly and he kicked the chair under him and it tilted. The man fell to the floor and Snyper took him in his collar and pulled him up in one arm.
– You are a bunch of filthy, rapists who abducts women and children. You are not men. So, you won’t need your balls anymore.
I shot the man Snyper held in his balls. First, he screamed and he sounded like a pig whining.
– He will pass out in a couple of minutes and bleed out in 20, I said to Kristo. And you are next.
He looked terrified.
– Ok, ok, ok, he shouted in an increasing tone.
– Are the girls shipped to Albnia?
– Where do they go from there?
– They are split up and sent to safe houses all over the country. Starting with the closest of which there are five.
There was a sudden unnatural shift in his way of talking. He kinda talked too much. Actually so much that it occurred to me that he had some kind of plan to make this information NOT leave the room. I looked around but didn’t see anything unusual. So I stood up and looked discretely behind the two closest men and yes – Kristo had a gun on his back.
He would not be able to shoot all three of us alone so I hoped the remaining two guys also had guns. I looked at Snyper and looked fast at my gun and then on Kristo. He nodded. He was ready. Goldie noticed this pause was a split second too long so he looked at Snyper who first pointed at him and then on the Bleeding Baldy. Goldie pointed his gun a little closer to him. He got it!
On top of that, I suddenly saw Mr. Kristo try to get eye contact with the man closest to him. I noticed that man get a lot more aware, so he probably waited for Kristo to take some kind of initiative.
– And you were the head of operations here in the UK?
– Where? What do you mean? I AM the head of everything that goes on in this rotten country. Drugs, girls, guns, cars, art. You name it. I got it.
– You are not head of anything anymore. You are fired!
– What??? You are not my boss! You can’t do that!
I almost laughed at this pathetic little man. I don’t think he realized the gravity of the situation so I moved close to him and put my gun in his left eye.
– You see dis gun? As long as you are located in front of it and me in control of the trigger, I can do whatever I want.
– Now I want you to put your phones and your wallets on the table in front of you and tell me the passwords to your phones.
Snyper took the phone from the man on the floor. He didn’t oppose it. Four phones and four laptops and one password. Kristo was the only one to actually use a password on his laptop.
I was right. Kristo did intend to use his gun and the moment his hand went back to take it out, they all died. Three shots fired at the exact time. It sounded like only one shot, but all three of them collapsed.
I’ll admit these guys are extremely efficient. My friends I mean. Theres a chemistry, almost psychic like we are somehow communicating on a higher frequency or something. We work like one body controlled by an invisible brain. I call it One Mind. These guys haven’t taken a job they did not complete with 100% success.
We took the hardware and picked up the chutes on our way out.
– We got their identification papers, passports, a few credit cards, some keys, their cellphones, and laptops. Coach will go through all this and find out who they were and look in their phones and laptops and mails and stuff. Maybe something interesting will show up, AND… We need to destroy our guns when we get back. Shouldn’t we torch this place?
– That would be easy. They have gas in the kitchen, Snyper said. Go outside! I’ll prepare the end of this party.
We had to wait a couple of minutes to fill the kitchen with enough gas.
– The police will probably think this is gang-related, Goldie said while he threw a few grenades through the kitchen window.
– Fire in the hole! He shouted.
We ran like…
The talent of Michael Jackson is beyond comprehension. The world hasn’t seen a musical genius of this size since Mozart. His legacy is beyond words and as Orianthi – his last guitarist said: “A huge part of music died today, such an incredible artist and person that has inspired so many and brought joy to so many people’s lives”.
Personally I think his music is a gift from whoever runs this universe and I wanted to find out if these molestation accusations were true or not. I wanted to find out if it was right or wrong to besmirch his music – and him as a human being. I simply wanted to find the truth.
Is Michael Jackson innocent?
Here are some details:
I analyzed every single video I could find and the verdict is clear. It took me several months but I am in NO doubt what so ever. The body language of Michael Jackson is 100% authentic from start to end. On the contrary, the body language of Wade Robson and James Safechuck is the language of liars who try to act like victims to manipulate us to feel sorry for them. It doesn’t work on me! I instantly know when people lie to me. And these two guys are lying like you have never seen people lie before. This was just a chance to make some easy money!
The psychology/personality of Michael Jackson.
From a psychological point of view, Michael Jackson had deep inner contact with his Anima – that is his feminine side, and this is necessary to be able to create anything at all. Women create a life for instance. Basically the feminine is the creative, lifegiving aspect and the masculine is the destructive, life taking aspect – look at this in a positive way. Old structures HAVE to be broken down using the masculine force and new ones have to replace the old outdated structures, That’s where the feminine creative comes into play. So from a psychological point, Michael Jackson would not have the capacity to molest any child. He would probably not even be able to kick a dog if he got mad.
Try comparing Wade and James’ stories with REAL victim’s stories and you will see and feel a noticeable difference in credibility.
One of the important things that people seem to misunderstand is when Michael admits sharing his bed with the kids, most videos are cut before he adds that he actually slept on the floor!
Michael Jackson was totally acquitted by the FBI – TWICE!
Michael experienced two FBI raids and they concluded there was NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL! Not even a shadow of anything that could point to any wrongdoing. See the FBI Records here.
The one huge lie that made the entire accusation fall apart was James Safechuck saying he was being abused from 1988 to 1992 in the Neverland Train station. The building of the Train station started in August 1993!!! James was caught in a gigantic lie! Read more here.
Michael Jackson was innocent! The scumbag (Jordan Neil “Jordy” Chandler, 1992) that accused him of sexual abuse only caused a sensitive soul to suffer unnecessarily.
Michael, the verdict is clear. You have given the world your music of such a divine caliber. Your Love for humankind is far greater than most other human beings on this planet. Your legacy and your music will live forever and spread your Love and Joy for all humankind! We Thank You for that!
“Michael Jackson – We sentence you to a life in Freedom, Joy, and Love. You are free to go!”
Dave Snyper and Debra Quincy
One day I got an insanely great idea! It was a business idea. It hit me like lightning!
The best business in the world is owning/controlling as many governments as possible!
I was pretty proud of myself for quite a while thinking that I got this ultimate business idea. I knew I couldn’t use it, but that didn’t matter. I was happy about myself and my ability to get what looked like the best business idea ever!
Then I suddenly was hit by another lightning!
Once I read about Morphic Resonance. You know these isolated islands where one group of monkeys discovered how to rinse potatoes and at the same time without having contact with the other islands, other groups of monkeys living on these islands, discovered the exact same thing!
This means that I possibly was not the first to get this great business idea…
So I looked back in history and it occurred to me that governments all over the world actually behaved like they were owned by big money. Look at the white house staff over the past 50 years. Most of the staff in the Treasury are from Wall Street.
One month before Obama became president Citygroup sent an email to John Podesta a month before he was named chairman of President-Elect Obama’s transition team. The mail had a list of Obama’s 2008 cabinet. These were the people hired with nearly 100% accuracy!
This was of course revealed by Wikileaks.
So here is a bunch of guys that covertly runs the government by deciding who works with the president. We don’t know how the president is ‘chosen’ but I think it is very realistic to say that he is not elected. He is selected!
It is obvious that Julian Assange has given us a tremendous view behind the scenes. And it’s obvious that the government is only for the people who are filthy rich and immoral.
The system doesn’t like that!
- A government that can’t handle the opposition in any other way than oppressing them is a fascist government!
- A government that needs to spy on its own people is the classical definition of a fascist government.
A government should be for and by the people. The whole idea is that something is better off being handled by the collective rather than by individuals. Together we can lift more! Unfortunately, some people exploit being in a position of power.
If learning the truth about what our governments do is illegal, then we have no way of challenging them and we truly live in a totalitarian regime!
AND the ultimate Neo-Liberal idea of a great business is simple. What is the best business in the world? To run the government of course!
Being continuously in power today means controlling the opposition. Not working with it, but CONTROLLING it. Oppress it and make sure people do not want to be a part of it by making it illegal. This is fascism! Bear in mind that Democrats and Republicans are NOT in opposition to each other! They work for the same people on Wall Street! The opposition is people who fight for truth and justice as opposed to control and greed.
Several people in government and NSA says that Julian Assange has caused damage to innocent people and that some have been in danger because of the publication of ‘secret’ documents.
But they conveniently ‘forget’ the fact that it is the stockholders in the Military-Industrial Complex that creates wars for profit and thereby brings not only soldiers but also civilian lives in danger!
To accuse Julian Assange of bringing people’s lives in danger is hypocritical like hell!
Julian is a threat to Big Business (Big Pharma, Big Oil, and The Military Industrial Complex) – That is the REAL reason why he is in jail! Everything else they say is BULL SHIT! Unsubstantiated BULLSHIT!
And everyone else who is a threat to Big Business will end up the same way. This is Dirty Business. This is what we are fighting!
Maybe they were running out of work, was afraid we would think they didn’t produce enough laws or maybe they just felt they had to produce something for their astronomical royal salaries…
The result of their boredom was the total destruction of the flow on the Internet. In the good old days, we could surf from website to website completely uninterrupted and hassle-free. But now the typical website experience on each and every webpage you visit is a popup where we have to click YES – I accept your fucking cookies!
Why on earth did those EU barons have to ruin the flow on the Internet? Steal people’s valuable time by asking them to accept cookies on every single website on the Internet?
How stupid is that?
Well, that is just about the dumbest thing I have ever seen online. Imagine someone knocking on your door. You answer through your door speaker. “I can’t open the door until you read and sign the 16-page paper contract I slice to you through the letter slot. Read it, sign it and return it. Accept that access to my house is at your own risk…
Imagine every time we go shopping in town we had to sign a 16-page contract before entering the shop…
What is a cookie?
Cookies are small pieces of information the website stores on your computer. Every webpage is a unique and independent session that doesn’t know which page (or session) was before and which comes next. This is where cookies are used. The first webpage stores information to the next in cookies on your device to help the next page so you are able to navigate through all elements on a website. Imagine you putting something you want to buy in a basket and click Checkout. The checkout page has no other way of knowing what you put in your basket unless it can read the cookies stored by the page where you put your stuff in the basket. Likewise, the amount has to be stored in a cookie to tell the payment page how much money you are spending.
Our leaders are drunk addicts. Addicted to power and money. They are extremely good at wasting our money and our time. They are too far away from the reality of the majority.
Adding a cookie accept popup to all websites on the Internet corresponds to building speed bumps every 100 yards on a highway!
EU go home and drink some more booze. Please drink so much that you are unable to make any new laws at all…
If you have had enough of war (you probably don’t because you never were in one), here is a list of the Merchants of death – contractors that work for the ‘defense’ industry and profit grossly on it. Knowing who they are, makes it possible actively NOT to support them!
I’ve been there. In the mountains of Afghanistan. Hunted, shot at, and held prisoner by a rogue renegade local warlord for weeks. Greedy people start wars. Dumb people go to war – me for instance. Wise people stay at home.
If you buy from these companies you are in fact supporting continuous wars all over the world. And of course, the US is in the front every time.
You also support an industry that is corrupted beyond belief. Do I have to mention that CIA supports and arms rebels all over the world to overthrow democratically elected governments?
I made a pretty penny after coming home from war and I didn’t know what to do with them, but I thought the stock market looked interesting. So I spent a lot of time figuring out how to invest in stocks, commodities, options, and indexes all over the world.
It was obvious to me that the war machine was NOT where I would put my money! Big Pharma is very much excluded too as they are a bunch of crooks I can’t support at all – except for a few smaller companies outside the US. I don’t put money in oil either. It is a dirty business and it is too closely related to the military.
Instead, I invested in tech companies at NASDAQ and it was quite fun. Many are likewise contractors for the military-industrial complex but far from all of them. I found some great online portals:
Plus500 which has a great user interface and easy to use graphs.
Markets.com which has the same great user interface and is easy to use (once you know all the money and dealing terms).
Of course, I will advise you to be VERY careful! Take the time it takes to educate yourself. I didn’t make money for the first two years. Actually, I lost some. Not overwhelmingly much because I was careful only investing small sums I could afford to lose!
I met a pretty rich investor not long ago. He was VERY conscious of his focus on investing. Everything related to War and the sex industry was not getting money from him. No matter the return was high! He loves making money but he would never make money on other people’s sufferings!
If you want to invest in the future of mankind, a peaceful world and in your conscience here are some companies NOT to invest in:
This list is from a book written by Alan Axelrod. “Mercenaries: A Guide to Private Armies and Private Military Companies.”
The book is well over 400 pages and every paragraph has been thoroughly examined and documented.
- SAAB – Swedens largest defense contractor
- Swedish Defence Research AGENCY
- Erinys Holdings Ltd.
- Groupe EHC (France)
- Golan Group
- International Security and Defense Systems
- Meteoric Tactical Solutions
- Protea Coin Group
- Ronin South Africa
- Edinburgh Risk and Security Management
- BritAm Defense
- Genric Holdings Limited
- Janusian Security Risk Management Ltd.
- Task International
- Akal Security
- BH Defense
- Blackheart International
- Corporate Training Unlimited
- Custer Battles
- Potomac River Group LLC
- SCG International Risk
- Steele Foundation
- Sterling Global Operations Inc.
- Total Security Services Inc.
- Airbus Group
Amanda Macias has written this arcicle on the top 10 US defense contractors which are:
- General Dynamics
- Northrop Grumman
- BAE Systems
- Lockheed Martin
On Wiki you can find this list of US defense contractors.
Of course, there are thousands more around the world and I will keep updating this list.
Happy investing – and remember: BE CAREFUL! Never invest more than you can afford to lose!
Ever since the NeoCon wave began flooding the western democracies, everything that could be monetized became privatized.
Healthcare, pension, telephone companies, public transport, railways, gas, oil, hospitals, mail and probably more I can’t think of or don’t know of. Even democracy has been covertly privatized in many countries!
In several countries education has been or is in the process of being privatized.
I don’t claim that all privatization is bad. BUT I will claim that something is best managed by the state and NOT by private companies. Two of these things would be the military and the police.
Unfortunately as the rich get richer and the poor get poorer we will see much ‘private security’ everywhere in our daily life.
We haven’t heard much of the privatization of police, military, and public security in general. But some people might know PMC’s like these:
- Academi – Former Blackwater and Xe Services LLC
- Lockheed Martin
- Aegis Defence Service
- L3 Technologies
- Compass Security
Which all have had their share of scandals. There are actually more than hundreds of these private security companies and 60 of them were hired by the US government during the Iraq war.
Academi (former Blackwater Security Consulting) founded by Eric Prince got famous for the killings of 17 Iraqi civilians and Iraqi security guards at Nisour Square in Baghdad. Three of his mercenaries got 30 years in jail and on got the life sentence. Read more here.
DynCorp are engaged in almost every international crime possible. Organized child abuse, trafficking of women and children, drugs, false-flag attacks, illegal armstrade…
The whistleblower Kathryn Bolkovac exposed DynCorp’s human trafficking and sexual abuse operations.
Read more here.
Compass Security is in the fraud department. Read more here.
G4S (aka The Chaos Company) are running prisons and immigration detention centers for profit and are well-known for their violence, racism, and incompetence. G4S has been involved in prisons, checkpoints and the settlements in the West Bank where they abused child prisoners but after Desmond Tutu’s and UN’s involvement it became bad business and they stopped working in Israel. They are notoriously known for violating Human Rights.
Read more here about the Epic Olympic security failure, Israel/Palestine, Wackenhut, child abuse, Baghdad, non existing humanrights. They are corrupt like you won’t believe it!
These companies are primarily working for governments as not many private companies can afford to hire them and their main objective is always the same: Protection of capital by providing security. This means that OUR tax money is used to pay for fraud, trafficking, drugs, abuse, killings, violence and torture!
If you want a better world you’d better stop supporting companies like these!
G4S are selling alarm systems – don’t buy them!
4G4S are selling ‘Guard’ services for security and surveillance – especially in places where money transactions are done or money are being moved. That is sale or control of tickets, bridge passage, highway payment, event security (from concerts to the Olympics 2012 – which failed miserably) and armored transports.
Don’t ever take a job in a ‘security’ company. They are mercenaries and hired killers!
These are merchants of death! Stay away from them!
The spotter was a wimp. If he knew anything it would probably be easy to convince him to talk. The other guy with the bullet hole in his shoulder, was playing tough even though he was in pain. In contrast to the other guy this one was above street level so he would have contacts higher up in the system. I wanted to break him.
So I took one of the lamps and cut the wire. Stripped the plastic and tied the ends of the cable to each of his ankles. I actually enjoyed the fear in his eyes. He knew what was coming. I was going to roast his balls because the current would run from one leg to the other passing his balls on it’s way and probably make the piss boil in his bladder…
He started to sweat but didn’t say anything.
– We are looking for our sister and we have reason to believe that you are involved in her disappearance. I think you took her and sent her out of the country. I want to know everything.
– I’m just gonna see if this works.
I took one of his socks off, put it into his mouth and turned the power on for a second. Luckily this place was quite isolated. He went into a spasm and screamed like a pig on it’s way to the slaughterhouse.
I think he softened a bit and his friend had this terrified look in his eyes as if he feared he would be next. He was probably ready to talk.
You might ask where I learned these interrogation methods and I would answer that this was one of a few methods used in Afghanistan along with waterboarding and sleep deprivation to ‘extract’ information from prisoners. This method called Power Persuasion was usually the fastest. No one in the public knows anything about this method because the Americans made sure that no one lived to talk about it! Of course the CIA knows about it and it is classified as hell. The public discussion in the US about waterboarding was primarily to remove focus from other and far more efficient information extraction methods like the Power Persuasion.
His eyes went back and forth between Len and I. As if he hoped to find some kind of understanding from one of us. He was clearly softening up!
I never experienced this method myself, but I have seen what it can do. I tried waterboarding though. We tested it on each other in Afghanistan just to get a feeling of what it does to you. People who say waterboarding is horrifying doesn’t know this method. Waterboarding is a holiday paradise compared to this. It FEELS like you are drowning, but you are not! And having tried it a number of times you simply stop panicking. Just relax and make the oxygen last longer.
When you are waterboarded you keep clinging to the hope that it stops at some point. When you get electrocuted like this you don’t hope or cling to anything. The pain is tremendous and your body and mind is in shock while the power is on. The brain is shorted, you can’t speak, you can’t think, you can’t move. You don’t really know what is happening while it happens. It is only seconds later after the shock gradually disappears you begin to realize what happened and the brain begins to work again.
– You ready to tell me something?
I gave him 3 seconds to answer, while counting down just to indicate that if he wanted to say something it had to be very fast. Once again he went into a spasm. This time for two seconds. I had to pause because you can’t talk with 230 volts passing through your body. Every single muscle goes into a spasm and there is no way to control any body function at all.
– You are responsible for my sisters disappearance. You can’t imagine what I will do to you if I do not find her alive!
– Talk Now! I demanded.
He didn’t look at any of us any more. He looked down which is a sign of beginning submission.
He started to say something. He stuttered but he wasn’t quite there yet so I gave him four more seconds of pure power.
– They’ll kill me, he shouted when he ‘came back’. – They’ll kill me!
– No they won’t, but if you don’t talk NOW I will turn on the power and leave this building and in a few months the electricity company will cut the power because the bill hasn’t been paid. At that time the rats will have consumed your dead roasted body.
– I hope you understand that I had a rough childhood. There is NOTHING I won’t do to find my sister. Your pals won’t kill you. I will! And then I will kill them. All of them.
To make sure he did get my point I turned the power on for five seconds this time and after that it looked very much like he was broken and ready to talk.
– Stop please stop don’t turn it on again!, he shouted.
– I have 10-15 people working for me. They pick up young women and they are held in a house outside London until they are skipped off in groups at 8-10 people. They are smuggled to Vlorë in Albania. I have names and an address.
– I want to know who is picking girls up in Newham!
– Vladimir. It’s Vladimir.
– Who is Vladimir and where can we find him?
– I can call him.
– So you have his number?
– Yes, yes I do.
He sounded like he hoped for a pardon if he gave me the number.
– Has he ever been at your place?
– A few times.
– You are not going to call him. I am going to send him a text. I will ask him to come over tomorrow.
And so I did. “Something came up. Can you come over tomorrow at 12?”
Two minutes went by and he actually replied “OK” and that was the moment I learned that the man we just tortured was Amir.
But this was not the end. I wanted to know who his bosses were so I asked him:
– Are you going to tell me the names and addresses of your bosses or do I need to power you up again?
We got an interesting name. Kristo Dako. The very Godfather of organized crime in London. He lived in a mansion outside London with a ton of bodyguards. Taking him out would be a major operation that needed detailed planning. I had to look him up on the net to see if I could find his picture. This way it would be much easier to identify him when we find him.
Everybody on Amir’s level reported to Kristo. There are somewhere around 100 independent cells in London. Some picking up girls. A lot of them selling drugs and other groups stealing cars, delivering them to special garages where they are chopped up in spare parts and sold. Burglar groups and looters are breaking in to companies and rich peoples homes delivering the stolen goods to warehouses in the industrial areas from where they are sorted and transported to the London Container Terminal where they are shipped off to the Balkans. They also have special divisions for gunrunning. Guns stolen from private homes, the police or even the military.
All in all it looked very similar to what we did in the Double Dragon in Korea just a few years ago.
Next morning we took Amirs keys and went to his apartment. I went inside and Len stayed in the car so she could stop Vlad if he got suspicious and tried to run.
I wanted to secure the apartment so we were early, but everything was quiet.
At noon the doorbell rang and I opened the door. Len was already behind him and pushed him through the door where I took him down on the floor and put my knee to his back while pointing my gun to his head.
– Turn your head slowly and look at me.
– Shit, it’s you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…
Soooo he ‘recognized’ Angel or rather, he mistook me for being Angel!
– NO! I’m her sister and if I do not find her very, very soon you will find your self on the bottom of the Thames with a 3 tons anchor firmly attached to your balls within the hour.
– No, no, no… My job was to invite her to a party and from there others took over.
– The transport team.
– The transport team?
– They move people in and out of the country.
– Names! I demanded.
We got a few more names on the transporters and he explained how girls were transported through Amsterdam, Germany and ended up in Eastern Europe. He didn’t knew much but it sounded plausible.
We went back to the car, cuffed him and drove to the nearest Mac Drive, bought some burgers to go and went back to our garage where we threw him with the other two.
We secured them tightly. Didn’t want them to sleep well. They are easier to handle when they are exhausted so we made sure they had to sit up in uncomfortable positions the entire night.
Tomorrow our friends would arrive so we started to organize transport to Albania. We would have to leave our weapons behind and get some new when we arrive in Albania. That shouldn’t be hard. After all they just recently had a major war going on in most of the Balkans.
I’m on Facebook and I am one of these girls who get a ton of PM’s every day from guys. Only one word. “Hi”.
What the hell is that for an insanely stupid worthless way to contact a girl on Facebook??? What the fuck does a guy expect a woman to respond to that???
If you have a FANTASTIC follow up, it would most likely work in real life. But this is Facebook.
You guys have a great reason to approach me! I have a nice face and I look sexy. All the reason you need. But my good looking is not an invitation to sex. It is not an invitation to anything. It is just the way I look!
I have no reason at all to answer you! I don’t know you. I don’t care how your face looks and I do not check your profile. Not without any reason. And you give me none just by saying “Hi”.
If you expect me to react to a “Hi”, I assume you are absolutely uninteresting, non-creative and totally boring! This means I will NEVER respond to your “Hi”. Never as never in all eternity!
“Hi” = Insecure! If you do not have the guts to challenge me intellectually in a humorous way that signals that you are funny, exciting and challenging to be with (for any period of time), don’t even bother contacting me! The world is full of small insecure men.
“Hi” means that you want ME to take the initiative from there. And I won’t.
I am the kind of girl that goes for what I want! 200%! A “Hi” signals that you are NOT going to invest anything in getting what YOU want. A simple cheap non-risky almost anonymous “Hi”.
You are not ready to risk rejection to invest in what you want! You are not committed!
I owe my life to Snyper and Goldie. After a Chinook crash in Afghanistan, I was the only survivor and I tried to keep myself alive for days around the wreck while burying my dead friends. My brain was totally clear from the adrenalin rush when the heli crashed and I thought This is the end, but I still expected some kind of more irrational reaction or break down at some point. Luckily that wasn’t now. The adrenaline kept it away.
I knew there was a transponder in the heli, but I didn’t know if it worked. And if it did, it could take days to send people up in these cold and rocky mountains to find me. Military equipment is, apart from the black box – which actually is orange, only rarely equipped with transponders but this heli should have a special powerful transponder that besides a radio signal also emits a flashing light as well as beeping sounds.
Even though I had all the weapons and ammo I could ever ask for, I ended up in a rather impossible situation and I was captured by this insanely ruthless local drug lord and his men, who were responsible for the heat-seeker that took the heli down. I know there are rebels in the mountains who claim they have taken helis down with RPG’s – that’s a rocket that can be fired manually from your shoulder, but if the heli is more than 250 feet away, a takedown would be pure luck – even if the target is stationary. A moving target such as a flying heli is impossible to take down without any kind of tech to assist you and that kind of equipment is very rare in Afghanistan – unless it says “Made in the USA” on it.
The US supplied the Mujahidin’s with Stinger missiles to fight Russian helicopters, so maybe there are still some of these things around. My best guess is that it was a Stinger. But luckily we were only 30-50 feet above the ground and I think my luck was that the heat seeker hit the front engine and I was all the way back in the heli. At least I have no better explanation.
It sure took them a long time to reach the crash site and all they wanted was to look for weapons and stuff they could use or sell. Scavengers. They didn’t expect to find survivors so I managed to eliminate three of them with my baby – a H&K G36K which is the perfect gun for a woman, it almost fits in a handbag; before they changed strategy and succeeded in surrounding me.
Despite all the military hardware that was scattered around the site, he was convinced that I was an American spy and he took me to the mountains where I was tortured and beaten up for days. He had a crew of approximately 15 men (left) and they lived here under very primitive circumstances. The smell of dirt, garbage, primitive open toilets, and dead animals was unbelievably unbearable. It’s sticky and once you get it in your nose, your memory of it will cause you to keep on smelling it for the rest of your life.
In Scandinavia, there was a guy with a shiny name. Rumor says he was born with his hair shining like gold. His dad called him The Golden Child and even wrote a song about it. Later on, he took the name Goldie.
This Golden guy had a business. A shy business that was, but nevertheless very profitable. He was trying to expand his business to other countries to make even more money. He knew Afghanistan far better than his own bank statements as he spent many years in the country after the Russians left in 1989 and he knew that he could make a fortune out there.
They grow a lot of poppies in Afghanistan and after the US occupation in 2001, the production has been on the rise. This is not a coincidence. There’s a reason why we call CIA the Cocaine Import Agency! They got planes! And they control airports in Afganistan as well as in the US and a lot of other countries all over the world. Besides overthrowing 50 foreign governments during the last 50 years, they also make a shitload of money by distributing and selling Coke in the US.
In fact, the Taliban declared Opium anti-Islamic the year before the US invasion and made it illegal to grow poppies, so the farmers were poor, hungry and unhappy at that time.
But – a long story short… the cocaine business exploded and everybody wanted their share. That’s why Goldie and his friend Snyper, went to Afghanistan that summer in 2008.
Goldie was there in ’89 and he had ‘secured’ a lot of military equipment from the Russian Special Forces in the days after they left the country. Mostly cars, ammo, and weapons. Everything stashed up in the mountains in a very remote area. Actually so remote that no one would ever find it. Not even by accident. The houses are built into the mountains and are practically invisible from the air and they are connected to a network of caves the Russians used as a military depository.
The site is located approximately 220 miles from the Chinook crash site. And about 230 miles away from the place I was held captured, which was somewhere east of a village called Adraskan. This country is so huge you can’t grasp it, there are so much dessert and so many mountains, that endlessness and hopelessness melt together in a big pool of nothingness.
This drug lord – his name was Lev – I don’t know if it was some kind of short for Levinsky or something and now it sure as hell doesn’t matter, but he knew the existence of the Russian base and he was never able to find the materials they left behind. That was because Goldie was there first! They usually go there a few times every year to pick up weapons and ship them back to the US and sell them through their network – and bring some drugs home too at the same time. Usually, they checked this cabin because they knew it was one of Lev’s secure places. This time they were lucky! And that was my luck too.
Goldie knew Lev! Mostly because his father worked for the KGB and spent years trying to find him. Lev was a high ranked senior tactical genius in the Russian mafia. Goldie never met him, but he knew exactly who he was and approximately where he was. Goldie’s father retired before he could find Lev and he was very excited to know that Goldie almost stumbled into him in the same area he was stationed years earlier!
Goldie and Snyper had been monitoring the cabins where Lev and his people resided for a few days and suddenly they noticed that I was brought up from the caves and tied to a chair in one of the cottages and apparently they decided to do something. As Snyper said: ”We were going to level this place to ground zero anyway, so let’s start shooting!”
I was tied to a chair and I had a hard time seeing what was going on. Lev had severely beaten me up and I had blood in my eyes which made it hard to keep them open. He kept on shouting: “Who sent you? Who is your boss”? I did not answer, which caused him to beat me up even more.
Goldie and Snyper had taken up residence on the slope of the mountain opposite Lev’s cottages the night before and it was in the morning Snyper discovered me through his Leupold Mark 4 telescopic sight. The lasered distance was 5.089 feet or 1.696 yards, which are well within this rifle’s capacity. The bullet velocity is 2.800 feet/sec. So the travel distance is 1.8 seconds. That means after the shot has been fired, the target would have 1.8 seconds to remove himself from the trajectory.
No problem – Snyper told me later. The cabins were small and the only place he could go was out of the door and that was exactly the way the bullet would travel. It would take him 2.5 to 3 seconds to get out of that door, so he would get hit somewhere in the upper body anyway. This rifle will spit molten chunks of the second amendment with a velocity that makes sure these guys won’t reincarnate until the next millennium!
The original plan was to wait and watch some more and then initiate the attack at night. But the situation changed. Snyper noticed that Lev’s behavior got more aggressive so Goldie rapidly armed himself with his AK47 – which is his favorite weapon in almost any situation – a backup gun with a silencer and a few doomsday grenades, and he climbed down the mountain to get closer. It took him almost twenty minutes to reach the cabin.
“And then we released hell on them,” Snyper said. “There were 15 men and they didn’t have a chance to see where the shots came from. And that’s the beauty of the mountains. The sound of the shot is echoed back and forth between the mountain walls so it is virtually impossible to locate the shooter and in daylight, they can’t see the muzzle flame. They were totally confused”.
The first to go was Lev. Goldie was almost in position when Snyper noticed that Lev took out his handgun, made sure a bullet was in the chamber and slowly started to point it at me. The situation escalated and he had to act fast. 1.8 seconds is a very long time to travel for a bullet 5.000 feet away. So he fired and exactly 1.8 seconds later Lev checked out. For good. He was slammed into the floor with a .50″ bullethole from a Barrett M82A1 rifle in his chest. And when I say bullet hole I really mean bullethole!
The Barrett M82A1 rifle is extremely powerful! It will spit molten chunks of the second amendment with a velocity that makes sure these guys won’t reincarnate until the next millennium!
This is not really a sniper rifle as the precision is much less than that of a bolt action sniper rifle. You don’t usually target personnel with this. It is a rifle you use when hunting mammoths and 18 wheelers! It is designed to kill a truck engine at 3000 feet! Or shoot a plane out of the sky in a burning smoking fireball”!
And it saved my life.
It literally took his heart out – if he ever had one! The Barrett is a semi-automatic long-range sniper rifle and with the Leupold Mark 4 telescopic sight, it is like being present in the room with the guy you take out, Snyper said. ”You stop breathing because you feel he can hear you – even though he is 5.000 feet away”.
“Did you get him?” Goldie asked over the walkie. ”Elvis has left the building”, Snyper replied calmly.
I was in shock and completely overwhelmed by this unimaginable relief, as I slowly began to grasp the fact that this scumbag, who was now lying on the floor – in more than one piece, would never ever cross my path again. At least not in this lifetime. I only heard a swuuuuschh, a flop and a body falling to the ground. Then two or three seconds of complete silence where my entire life speeded through my mind and then a loud bang coming from outside the cabin. I looked around and the first thing I noticed was the light from the door which almost blinded me as the sun was rising. I could barely open my eyes because I had blood running down my face and had to blink a lot. But the sun’s rays signaled hope and life. The next thing I saw was the wall behind me. It was 10 feet away but most of it was red. Painted red with blood and thousands of small pieces of Lev’s heart, spread all over the wall from floor to ceiling. It was incredibly red and he was incredibly dead. First then I realized that somebody shot Lev. I first thought it must have been one of his own men, and then I just heard AK47’s bark at each other.
From there on I only remember foggy things. More shooting. Machinegun fire, some explosions, and shortly after Goldie ran through the door, picked me up, cut the ropes that tied me to the chair, gave me some water, and carried me out of the building. At the time I thought I was ok, but my left arm was broken twice, I had several internal bleedings and a mild concussion.
Snyper took out 8 men and Goldie went in with blazing guns and hellfire and stirred up the nest which made it easier for Snyper to hit something. 7 hillbillies on the wrong end of his AK47 – that’s unfair – to them! Even though many of them also had AK47s. About the tactics, Goldie always only has one and it works every time: Create so much confusion and noise so fast that they can not figure out what is going on and where the enemy comes from, and take them out before the noise disappears and before they realize they are under attack.
Just want to make one thing clear…
I am NOT on the Internet (including Facebook) to find a date!
Because I’m broken and I will fuck it up!
I am by no means a tough girl, but things happened and in the moments where it hurt the most, I found an unbelievable inner strength. I had to endure these tough moments. I had to survive because I wanted to. And because I was afraid of dying. I didn’t want to suffer.
– I had a huge desire to live! I’m a fighter and I do not give up.
– I never had a real family. So I have been fighting all my life to belong somewhere. To be part of something. To love and be loved. By sisters, brothers, and parents. Unfortunately, I lost all my family relations very early in life which left me with huge problems relating to people.
You and I on a nice evening stroll in the city after a wonderful dinner and we get jumped by a mugger. Maybe even an armed mugger. Yes, I have a pretty face which has made me millions of dollars but don’t be mistaken.
I will be the one breaking his arms and smashing his skull against the pavement. And I will probably not stop until he doesn’t move anymore. Blood doesn’t frighten me. Not the slightest. The enemy’s blood calms and encourages me. When I see him bleed I feel victorious and strong.
You will be the one standing five yards away pissing your pants. And I don’t blame you. I also wet my pants right before the first time I got shot.
It won’t matter how many they are. More muggers will just take a little longer and you will get even wetter.
That’s because I’m angry. My therapist says I will outperform a nuke any day – and he is right!
I never had a dad and my mom died when I was a kid. Meaningless killed by a drunken man.
I lived and survived on the streets. Eight years old.
I learned how to cheat and steal to survive. The mafia and a gun became my closest family. Murder, violence, and loss of friends regularly.
I’ve been at war and I should have been dead many times over.
I have been driving in exploding vehicles and planes that got shot out of the sky.
I have found my self at both ends of a riffle and the other guy died.
I have seen innocent children getting sold, raped, and killed.
I have seen women selling the last part of their body to get a fix.
I have been tortured and humiliated every day for several weeks in a cold cave in a dead mountain somewhere in Afghanistan by former KGB agents and Afghan insurgents.
My friends died and I survived. Life isn’t fair. Not by a long shot.
I can’t afford to love people because they die from me and I don’t trust people. No one!
My most reliable friend is a Heckler & Koch assault rifle.
I’m broken. So mad, angry, and broken even the devil doesn’t want to date me.
I’m a pissed off girl in a fucked up world and I screw things up – big time!
And only I can heal me – and that will take a lot of time…