Would you live like me?
Would you accept to live between organized crime gangs and cartel members, putting yourself and your family in danger—while your home is monitored 24/7 with cameras, recordings, pictures taken, personal things stolen?
Would you live with no hope, in the middle of a socialist corruption where dirty money matters more than the safety of people?
This has been my life. Ten years. In this place.
I don’t know how I’ve survived it.
Maybe God protected me. Maybe I was just stubborn enough to keep refusing to join any of them—neither the cartels nor the corrupt CIA or law enforcement playing their own organized crime games.
Maybe I survived because I kept seeing the human behind the mask—the broken one that led them into crime in the first place.
But it is very hard.
Day by day, I face danger. Robberies. Dirt. Violation.
No help. Alone—trying to protect my family the best way I can.
Today, I write this while waiting in front of a toilet.
This morning, I found they had stolen one of my dresses—just a $5 second-hand dress.
But they knew I was out, they always know.
And when I’m gone, they come in and take whatever they want.
My house has become their store. The crazy man’s store. The dirty CIA’s store. They stole my laptop, my phones.
It’s sad. The corrupted police close their eyes. Everyone else lives happy.
Except me.
Me—unhappy, stuck in dirty socialism.
Yesterday, the Illuminati told me I’m “worth it.”
I laughed, and I kept writing my stories.
Many of them are organized crime.
They know me.
I don’t know them.
But I feel their energy.
They are organized crime—international, networked, invisible.
In a world controlled by madmen, you hope at least the criminals are rational.
But—sorry, Illuminati—not even that.
And no, I never wanted to be part of it.
No woman in? Good. I never asked to be. You forgot the CIA. You forgot the crime boss yelling at me. You forgot the home invasions, the gangstalking, the dirty videos shared between members like trophies.
I never chose a side.
I never belonged to them. But they messed with me. They destroyed my life.
Alone. A woman alone—facing the most dangerous organized crime networks, cartels, gangs, and the corrupted arms of law enforcement, intelligence, and politics.
How fair does that sound?
Today they stole my $5 second-hand dress. Maybe they thought I wouldn’t notice.
Maybe they hoped I’d forget. Maybe they thought they could gaslight me.
So I put on my gypsy skirt and left the house—for them to come in and steal more. Violate more.
Do it, you piece of shit! Just like your fathers! Just like your mothers, sisters, and brothers—crazy, entitled filth, feeding on destruction!
When I left the house, I knew they’d come in again.
Because that’s what socialism is—twisting and stealing from genuine people, messing with them.
At the exit door, he smiled—holding his dog close.
I sat by a coffee shop for three hours, letting them rob my home.
And when I left, I smiled.
Did he know I smiled because I knew I’d been robbed?
Have you ever smiled after you were violated?
That’s strength.
Smile. No masks.
People wear masks to deceive, to gain power.
But true people stay true.
So tell me—
Were you ever violated?
Or were you the one who ordered it?
If you’re laughing now, I hope your evil soul enjoys it.
