January 4, 2025

After I was arrested over four and a half years ago I had asked my brothers to maintain my rental units while I resolved this mess. They didn’t care enough to bother. Now that everything is beyond my ability to recover, my younger brother sells tickets to the show while my older brother loots my corpse. It appears to me that there has been no sincere effort to bring me home, or help me, beyond the minimal accommodations provided by the exploitable group members. Now, recently there have been other issues at the website requiring a subscription, but I didn’t ask for that. My money was spent on defense counsel that has gone deficient in their performance. The group’s donations have gone counsel also deficient in her performance. Most of my family appears to have completely disregarded me unless it offered them some attention or profit. No matter how many times I have asked for specific help or voiced my prerogative, it falls on deaf or incompetent ears. Even worse is when people try to express their shock and sadness as though they could possibly weigh the importance of anything compared to myself. I routinely suffered two to five nervous, shaking, loss-of-bodily-function breakdowns for over a year and a half. I see how not-serious it is, what has happened to me, in other people’s perspectives. At best, it is just entertainment, including the people who supposedly cared the most.
“Are you not entertained.”