Trump Please: Draining the Swamp of Ghost Stalkers and Gangs

Trump Please: Draining the Swamp of Ghost Stalkers and Gangs

Late night vibes in a coffee shop: the air smells like espresso, rain, and Christmas magic. After a long day of working, running, and dodging puddles, I’m just here to unwind.

But nope—ding-ding—guess who crashes the scene? My personal ghost stalker
Homeless looking, definitely crazy, and lives in the apartments across from mine.

Oh, and did I mention he stalks me? Yes, 80–90% of the time I step out, he’s lurking. The guy operates like some low-budget ninja—popping up out of nowhere, making sure I see him, and then vanishing like he’s auditioning for a spy thriller.


Calling the police? Not so easy when Houdini here disappears before you can say, “Come quick!” One time, I even managed to show him to my family at a stoplight.
But when I’m alone? Oh, that’s when he gets bold.


Last night: I’m grabbing a late coffee at a near-empty store. The door opens dramatically, and guess who waltzes in, making direct eye contact? Yep. My stalker.
He bolts to the restroom.

I freeze. My first thought: “This is it—I’m taking his picture! And share with the police and the world” I even called my family to share the plan.


“Don’t do it,” they said. “DISENGAGE. He’s nuts, part of an organized crime family, and backed by gang networks. You’re one person, and they’re…a lot more.”

Still, I waited, watching as he came out, walked past me, lit a cigarette outside, and—of course—looked back to see if I was watching. It was like he was saying, “Catch me if you can.”

Here’s the thing: I’ve tried changing my schedule to throw him off. Morning runs? He’s there. Afternoon errands? Oh, hello again. Night coffee? Surprise! It’s like he’s got a sixth sense for my every move. Or his gang tracking my phone. Maybe this is a bugged house just maybe, lol! Lots of strange coincidences in a dirty neighborhood!

And this isn’t just about one guy.

It’s about a society that’s rotting with corruption, where organized crime thrives, police turn a blind eye, and people like me get left in the dust. It’s exhausting, infuriating, and terrifying all at once.


Part of me still thinks I should take his picture—make it public so everyone knows who he is. But the risk feels too big. So, for now, I disengage.

I step back, regroup, and try to stay sane in this madhouse.


But let me tell you: I’m counting down to January 20. Because when THE TRUMP steps in, maybe this chaos will finally get the cleanup it needs.

For now, though? It’s me versus the ghost stalker in this ridiculous, unwanted reality show monitored 24×7. And trust me, I’m determined to win.

Patrick & Co: The Spy Dogs of Socialism

Are you still looking forward to socialism? Let me explain what socialism is really about!

Socialism is corrupt! It destroys innocent people to maintain those who support it in power.

This is how transgenderism has been exploited. It’s also how the problem of immigration is handled for political and social gain.

Every person under socialism seems to fall in line with it.

If you want socialism, you’ll get it—and fast!

Today, let’s talk about September, the Suicide Month, and the disturbing games that Patrick & Co play with vulnerable people—online bullying and blackballing individuals who have no support, destroying lives!

This is what happens in socialism because, in a system like that, they CAN.

Socialism allows this to happen at all levels!

Now, I will translate for you the latest post by Patrick & Co.



It shows their view on the mess they’ve created: by destroying a woman life, a family’s life, pushing an American Registered Nurse into extreme poverty, harassment and danger, spreading lies and misinformation on innocent people, constructing environments of bullying, involving transgender friends who are part of a socialist policing system against their targets, using organized crime connections—all in an effort to maintain their powerful socialist position, undermining trust in law enforcement and the state.

This is Patrick, a man disguised as a woman, spreading delusions online.

Being a mediocre dancer as a man, he wanted to be successful as a woman, so he became one.

He works for anyone who agrees that becoming a woman is his greatest achievement.

But he hasn’t succeeded. Delusional and narcissistic he messes with everyone around him for fun and positive feedback.

“Iko Iko (My Bestie)” performed by Justin Wellington is an old song, a ritual chant used by the Mardi Gras Indians. It’s been around so long that the words are no longer clearly understood, but it means something like “We mean business” or “Don’t mess with us.” Patrick & Co manipulate this song to play their twisted mind games and spread gossip.

The song originated in New Orleans, with elements of French Creole and African languages, and reflects ceremonial clashes between various groups during Mardi Gras.

The original song, “Jock-A-Mo,” refers to the traditional clashes between Mardi Gras Indian tribes dressed in colorful attire.

Patrick, however, uses the word “JOCK-A-MO” as “JOKE-A-MO,” focusing on the idea of mocking someone. Or even “Jack-A-Mo”, meaning handling someone forcefully, much like police slang “jack up.”

Patrick & Co are part of a corrupt police force that harasses people they dislike.

In a socialist society, an American registered nurse isn’t liked because she sees the truth in the socialist corrupted chaos.

They addressed their video to someone under the name “Alcyone Regina.”

Patrick uses “Alcyone” to give online clues about the people he and his corrupt officers are targeting. He adds “Regina” to fuel envy or to imply a connection to organized crime, further spreading his delusions.

The unprofessionalism of socialist transgender officers is already well-known, but proving it in a corrupt system is nearly impossible.

Let’s continue with the analysis.

Patrick’s partner, who works as an Uber driver, also harasses the American nurse.

He uses gang signs and creates confusing messages, turning their harassment into a mind game.

Corrupt officers like Patrick & Co toy with the lives of innocent vulnerable people, and it’s hard to predict where this will go if their madness continue unchecked.

Promoting violence, spreading gossip, harassing people, destroying lives—this is what socialism truly fosters.

Patrick & Co addressed their twisted song and dance to someone named Michael (listen to the song). He is likely part of their law enforcement corrupted network or organized crime group. Their goal is to fuel the flames of chaos, as seen in the song’s lyrics.

Patrick delusionally sees himself as a fire, destroying everything in his path.

He uses lyrics with double meanings—listen to “Chakimo fina a na nae, Chakimo fina nae”—to twist their meaning in street language. Corrupt cops use these games to gang-stalk people they don’t like.

Of course, nothing will be done to expose this corruption. IS SOCIALISM!

Who will return 10 years of an American nurse’s life, destroyed through 10 years of socialist abuse at the hands of corrupt transgender officers?

If you still want socialism, listen to the song again. Look at Patrick, his boyfriend, and the mess STATE EMPLOYEES caused over the last decade.

To be a spy, law enforcement officer, or gang member, you must be smart and avoid messing with innocent people!

Because for you, Patrick, it may be fun, but for the victims, you’ve destroyed their lives!

Socialism will treasure you, and gangs will hire you because in the world of spies, you’re nothing but trash.

“My spy dog sees your spy dog. Gonna set your tail on fire.”