Our entire financial system is a SCAM designed to siphon true wealth from the masses and make the elite rich, and thereby cause INFLATION. This 30 minute video tells you hot it was done:
I am become the proverbial Thief who steals the Loaf of Bread. I just don't think it's fair for all the prosperity of what people should have to have been stolen. THEY ARE THE THIEVES, let them pay for the sin! Matthew 24 will bring a heavy condemnation upon them.
My best friend stole about $15,000 from me.
I was supposed to inherit a house, but my grandfather died without a will, the Step Relatives took EVERYTHING. I became homeless for 3 months.
My CM-36 Scooter kept getting flats, and the transaxel fell off.
I had to abandon it, since the company that made it went out of business.
No Vehicle = No Job (Especially when Obese, back pain, stomach pain)
No social media + poor work history = impossible to find a job.
(I worked at a few call centers, that is it.)
Starting 2015, I started to steal food from grocery stores using my own mobility scooter with a bag on the back. I have a little dog that rode in the bag. I would hid the food under the dog. Even after 5 years of theft, it still doesn't make up for everything I've lost. May those who stole from me BE CURSED AND DAMNED!
Yet I feel sorry every time I am forced to steal something. Was it GOD who brought me to this point, where was he when I needed him? Where was my guidance, my inspiration?
The most tragic thing that can happen to a child is loss of ones parent. My father killed himself when I was 16, and my grandmother died of cancer a few months later, leaving me alone with my reclusive step grandfather, who just wanted to watch movies, play with his model trains and be left alone. I drifted through depression in high school, graduated from Special ED.
In my 20s, My best friend and the woman I loved betrayed me. Im now 40 and still nowhere in life. My life was basically ruined by my fathers suicide and how it happened. I brught home a flue and he became dehydrated, and was mixing nyquil with alchohol. I slept on the couch, december 5th, 1996, I awoke to see him with his door open naked in prayer. I thought it best to leave him alone and went back to sleep. I heard a loud bang, assumed it was him throwing a book against a wall. The morning I woke up to see his brain splattered on the carpet.
I am become the proverbial Thief who steals the Loaf of Bread. I just don't think it's fair for all the prosperity of what people should have to have been stolen. THEY ARE THE THIEVES, let them pay for the sin! Matthew 24 will bring a heavy condemnation upon them.
My best friend stole about $15,000 from me.
I was supposed to inherit a house, but my grandfather died without a will, the Step Relatives took EVERYTHING. I became homeless for 3 months.
My CM-36 Scooter kept getting flats, and the transaxel fell off.
I had to abandon it, since the company that made it went out of business.
No Vehicle = No Job (Especially when Obese, back pain, stomach pain)
No social media + poor work history = impossible to find a job.
(I worked at a few call centers, that is it.)
Starting 2015, I started to steal food from grocery stores using my own mobility scooter with a bag on the back. I have a little dog that rode in the bag. I would hid the food under the dog. Even after 5 years of theft, it still doesn't make up for everything I've lost. May those who stole from me BE CURSED AND DAMNED!
Yet I feel sorry every time I am forced to steal something. Was it GOD who brought me to this point, where was he when I needed him? Where was my guidance, my inspiration?
The most tragic thing that can happen to a child is loss of ones parent. My father killed himself when I was 16, and my grandmother died of cancer a few months later, leaving me alone with my reclusive step grandfather, who just wanted to watch movies, play with his model trains and be left alone. I drifted through depression in high school, graduated from Special ED.
In my 20s, My best friend and the woman I loved betrayed me. Im now 40 and still nowhere in life. My life was basically ruined by my fathers suicide and how it happened. I brught home a flue and he became dehydrated, and was mixing nyquil with alchohol. I slept on the couch, december 5th, 1996, I awoke to see him with his door open naked in prayer. I thought it best to leave him alone and went back to sleep. I heard a loud bang, assumed it was him throwing a book against a wall. The morning I woke up to see his brain splattered on the carpet.