Seems I’m not alone at being alone.

🙏

La France a rejoint la conversation.

Un don de Dieu. C'est pour moi le plus grand des honneurs. Puisse la paix vous être accordée, à vous aussi.

August 12th, 2026, A Day that Will Live in Infamy.

OK, apparently Australia has entered the chat as well.
We are not going back.
We cannot put the toothpaste back in the tube.
 G’day, mate.
Thank you so much.
And I know you could make a big pun about this given my name but:
 Good onya.

Hi, Cutie. 🇬🇧 ☺️ 🇬🇧

Five Eyes has Entered the Chat. Hey, England. I C U, Boo. MI5. Respect. Okay, I guess we’re doing this.
 I didn’t want to say that part. I didn’t want to put too much heat on myself. But apparently this is a challenge and he’s willing to go the (Royal) mile.
Okay, here we go.Wassup.
🙏 Thank you again🙏.
 Sincerely.

Nebraska Has Entered the Chat.

Also Oklahoma. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you, Boys. 🥹

The Fighting Illini have joined up.
I’m honestly really choked up. Thank you so much.
I really appreciate it.
Oh my God I’m crying right now.
Thank you

Find the people who did this to me and kill them. They’re never gonna set foot in a court of law. Find their minions and interrogate them. Kill them. I want death. I want heads on sticks.

 But barring that , if you can get my files and find people who take me seriously and get me a team of lawyers, that would be great too, thanks. 

What has been done to me is a crime against humanity.

 It should be in the history books.

 But I don’t want to be front and center. 

I’ve already tried that.

 I’ve tried whatever legal angles I can with little to no headwind. 

I have no inside besides furtive messages from people like me, I guess. You’re on the inside. You can help. 

Find me. 

Talk to me. 

Address me. 

Acknowledge me.

 Keep acknowledging me. 

Give my people a chance. 

Give them a chance to breathe. 

To be normal. 

To live. 

To speak freely. 

To not be ridiculed. 

To not be ostracized.

 To not be ignored. 

To not be dismissed like Lue Elizondo did.

 I need help. 

I need real help. 

Not moral support— although that’s great. I love that. 

But that’s not gonna get the bills paid. 

I’m sick. 

I’m tired. 

I’m cold. 

I’m angry. 

I’m out in the cold. 

I’m completely ostracized. 

Can you help? Great. 

If not, step out of the way.

Listen to Them.

The children of the night. 

What Sweet music they make!

Wow, I just got a BUSLOAD of fellas coming in. Welcome to the 24 hour buffet, gentlemen! Ladies! FEAST, my children!
And share with your friends! The buffet is always open. You’re welcome to travel, come back,
return again and again.
FEED at the trough as much as you want,
ladies and gentlemen.
The end is near.
We must sing a song together.