My House of Cards Caves In

Catastrophic Construction Failure

So, I am staying off Twitter for a while. It is not healthy for me to be on there at this time. But I want to address a few things before I go.

There are accounts of Reddit and Voat that are impersonating me.... These accounts are not me. The one on Reddit was beck-p20... That is different to the handle that I always use. I don't know what the handle is on Voat. I reported the Reddit account. Now suspended.

I also have been getting DM's to ask for my credibility.

Can you believe it fans? The freakin' Nerve of these cretins!

If you don't believe me then simply unfollow me or block me. It's that simple.

I did not go on Twitter or share my story on social media to be believed. I also have a great little bridge I'd like to sell you, going cheap. Hurry! Stocks won't last!

However, when folks challenge me and say they don't believe me, which is happening more and more all of a sudden, you had better expect me to be throwing

a wight woyal  Pwincess  Becki  TANTY!

I came to share the "truth."  Do with it what you want. What I really mean by that is ... do what I want. That's all I am going to say.

I'm not going to sit here all day and defend myself in every which way.

God is my witness. He knows the truth. (oh dear, never mind) Spiritual Warfare is real!!!
All you will be seeing from me on Twitter is my business and perhaps scriptures.

I have no answer to the tiresome inquisitors. Some might say that is my own doing but I just block and roll, block and roll. My tall tales are looking like so much dead ash in the grate, on these icy mornings.
I didn't take care to make them even a tiny bit credible. Once I got a few $$ donating cretins on board with them, I got even more careless.

My lovely new family and home in Pottsboro? How quickly that all came apart, once I got in here and started my usual mischief making.

After less than a year, 'our' home is on the market  (US$245,000  y'all)

My Mommy and Daddy #3 are getting a divorce or so the story goes. Can you believe that?  A 35 year old marriage fell apart. Mommy Wendy said she would do anything for that 22 year old child. Daddy Ron said he would take a bullet for me. Meanwhile their friends was saying "be careful what you wish for".

And lies are getting around that I am trouble. I have had to close off my DMs.
I AM BEING SLANDERED AND DEFAMED !! I'M SUING!!

Lies, like I bring strife, high drama and discord to the families I manipulate into taking me in.
Mommy #2 is  spilling all the dirt   in her blog   like there is no tomorrow.
Daddy and Mommy #3 have gone to ground.
Well, they have a home to sell, and a family to explain things to. That is keeping them quite busy.

Me?  I am still determined to double down.
I will never, ever admit I have LIED.

Ask the folks at LAX airport. I told them to simply unfollow and block me.
They threw me in a detention facility.

Ask the judge who laughed at me. I told her to simply unfollow and block me.
I was led shackled from the court.

Ask my social workers in the UK.  I told them to simply unfollow and block me.
They wrote it all up in my rather large file.

Ask the Mental Health services in Hull. I told them to simply unfollow and block me.
They entered it all into a NHS database to remain on my medical records for my lifetime.

Ask the Humberside Police. I told them to simply unfollow and block me.
They filed it, and will be waiting to have a cosy chat, should I ever find myself back in their jurisdiction.

Ask my real parents and friends back in Hull.  I told them to simply unfollow and block me.
Some did, some didn't.

SIMPLE! Am I right?

I have been confronted  and told to come clean many times now, and some of the times I have told you about in my videos.
Even as I'm sat here all sad and angry for my self, among the wreckage of multiple lives, I am looking around me, gathering new 'supporters' and looking to build my next life raft. I will gather no moss. Can you help?



M A G A

WWG1WGA

Well my dear fans, here I am at last.
I am so sorry to have deprived you of my magical  company here for so long.

I have had a bad week, but I made a cute video showing off my impressively hirsute eyebrow development.
I warned you all  in the video about listening to Satanists.
They can't be trusted, Patriots. Turn away now! Stop up your ears!

They are not only Mass Murderers and Child Rapists but worst of all, they are really
really mean to me on social media, in case you haven't noticed.

Princess Becki, or "Precious" to Mommy #3, is the only one with the right to be really
mean on social media, so I am not a happy widdle girl about now.

Anyway there are a few problems at Casa McAvene, and some of them is being caused by Mommy
#2 Catherine Moncada, who has continued being mean to me too.

She used to call me Beck, a dear friend and I used to call her Mom.
I still remember how it was before she flew me out here to the States to my new life.

I was in Hull and quite bored, just mooching about all day. I had dropped out of my
college course. My social workers at my Children's Care Home where I lived for 5 years
didn't think I should still be under their care at age 18 and so they was trying to shove
me out to fend for myself as an adult. I didn't want to grow up and be self sufficient, so
I resisted their efforts with all my might.

Then I met Catherine Moncada online, we got chatting, and I told her some tall tales.
Soon I started to think of her in terms of a Life-raft. But I kept that thought to myself.
I just told her over and over about the perfect family I had always dreamed of, and how
nice it would be to have a real Mum, that kind of thing. I guess Catherine was happy to
think of herself that way.

So after a very short time, Catherine and me would get online and chat  - literally
 ALL  DAY  from the minute I woke up until the minute I went to bed. 

I was weaving my spell and it worked. I played her like a fiddle! It made me feel so
special, to have a middle-age woman on the far side of the world, wanting to talk to me for hours and hours every single day. She told me she had to do this to keep me safe, and I played along.

Even if I went to the shops or out on an errand, we kept on chatting via God's blessed gift the internet,
non-stop. Just imagine! So many words of endearment passed between us during those long
days and she would even pray over me.
We was also planning my Great Escape, of course.  That was fun...my Life-raft was being primed.

Fast forward. Now it has all gone sour between us. A far cry from the days we spoke non stop from morning til night. Instead of Beck she calls me Rebecca, like she is scolding me, which she usually is.

She tells all my beloved fans that I lied, mocked her, and endangered her family.
That nothing she did for me was ever good enough, and a lot of other not very nice things.

But I was smart and when I still lived at hers and our honeymoon was looking to be over, I was building a NEW Life-raft, called Wendy and Ron!

The Good Ship McAvene! 

"Where we go one, we go all!"  (That's a Q thing, for the un-cool among you)

So then I jumped ship, landed in the new improved Life-raft, and went, far away, yet again.
Bye Catherine!

I like Texas better than Cali, because there are way more MAGAs here and Cali is too
Librul for my liking. I felt right at home here in no time, in my pretty Trump Girl pink hat.

But lately I am getting all chewed out on line and the house of cards I have constructed with the
help of my newest famiwy is being undermined from all quarters.

It started on Twitter with the Hollywood producers of  'An Open Secret' documentary  movie
telling their many followers they could not endorse me as I had asked them to a while back.

Things got heated and lots of folks weighed in. I am really trying to block it all out.

Hollywood Not Calling

There was a lot more besides.

Next thing up pops pesky old Mommy #2 Catherine yet again. Grrrr.  On my feed having another go, at me and Mommy #3.

Saying all these mean things like:


"@TrinityBeliever Wendy, could you and Rebecca please block my Twitter account. Thank you."


"@TrinityBeliever could you and Rebecca please block my Twitter account? From all Twitter  accounts.  Ron? Etc. Thank you"


"Dear @becki_p20 and @TrinityBeliever I ask for you to block my Twitter account for my 
privacy. Me blocking yours doesn’t leave me out of the conversation. Thank you."


"Dear @becki_p20 and @TrinityBeliever it would seem you don’t understand my family has been through enough. We are STILL trying to recover from multiple traumas. You know them. Not the least was Rebecca’s friend being kidnapped and assaulted. That was very upsetting"


"@becki_p20 will you and Wendy please block my Twitter account from yours? It was by 
'coincidence’ I saw your live periscope. So if you two could, please block my Twitter 
account from any of your accounts? Thank you. "


SO THEN I SAID

"Catherine I'm sorry but you do not have that control. You can feel free to block me + 
anyone else you feel you need to. However you cannot tell me who to block. I don't have 
anything against you. Nor do I want to block you from my life. I want want God wants. this 
is not fruitful "


"Dear @becki_p20 and @TrinityBeliever I have control over my life to the extent, I can and 
I will call the immigration officer Rebecca had the meeting with and very carefully 
explain to him how Rebecca and her new sponsor have gross boundary issues endangering my family on SM."


(OMG did she just threaten me with my worst nightmare ICE? Yes I think she actually did.)

and on she went:

"@TrinityBeliever  you are half way there. I’m not playing this psycho, no boundaries game. 
I said BOTH. PLEASE. IF YOU ARE NOT A FIT SPONSOR, ICE officer will need to know that too."


(OMG ICE again! Anxiety attack coming on strong.)

Fans, it went on and on for days:

"Ohhhhh so you can answer this on social media but not my other request. Interesting. "

"Interesting choice. And trust me. I’m not using social media to solve my problems."


So then I had a discussion with Jon Robberson for about an hour where I talked in detail
about how all of this affects me. It is just not healthy for me to see hate on my feed every day.

It really upset Mommy Wendy too. New people on line were starting to call me a sociopath
and a psychopath. Is my cover really blown this time? I really hope Ron and Wendy don't
look up the  checklist. Heaven forbid! My latest Life-raft might start to sink!

Psychopath? moi?

The UK folks who have cottoned onto my SCAM said they was going to INVESTIGATE my claims
and make a POLICE report to HULL Police. And then to Pottsboro Police, the FBI and...ICE.

I usually tell everyone who doesn't like me to just unfollow me but that didn't work either.
I decided to pull my head down below the parapet for a while, lay low.
It's really hard for me to do that, fans, as I am so used to a massive audience, cheering me on.

And now, every time the doorbell rings or the phone, I get paranoid. Will it be ICE, Interpol, local LE, or...? Men in uniform all scare me since I was made a jailbird for 14 months.

Meanwhile Catherine is still being sooo embarrassing. I used to like my Mommy's - all 3-
fighting over me. I liked it a lot. It still makes me feel special-like, but...

Look what she just posted on Twitter:

guess who vs guess who? 

As if that isn't embarrassing enough for my long culivated glowing image - again - Soon I will get the bad news that ICE are finally deporting me.

Mommy and Daddy #3 are getting a little stressed out, like I am. This is why things are tense around here. Why? well, as true Patriots they love their life here in the USA.

However in a show of solidarity with me me me, Double Down Daddy Ron has told the world that when the ICE men cometh,  he and Wendy will go with me - WWG1WGA, just like Q tells us.





What this means is that in the worst case scenario, the McAvenes will uproot themselves
and emigrate, all to remain close to their Precious Pwincess Becki, and we will all live happily ever after, somewhere outside the USA.

Not Hull of course, as the Police will be wanting to question us. NOT. HAPPENING.

We'll go to Canada or South Africa. Australia maybe? Costa Rica!
Every icy cloud will have it's silver lining. I am starting to feel better already.


MAGA

Living On Borrowed Time

I don't have much US time left

Well it's been a lark living here in two stranger families' homes, and on their dime, while scamming gullible mug patriots for about twenty grand US$ - at last count - on my several begging platforms, but reality calls.

Although I have been acting out a real gone sicko's fantasy for some years now, some peeps on Twitter have told me it's time to grow up and face reality.
I don't care to, and why should I, when I have so many idiots buying into my fake back-story, and my totally over-the-top allegations, not to mention my bogus Asylum claim.?

Mommy and Daddy number 3 are as dumb as they come, and some of their friends and relatives are shaking their heads in despair,  about how they was taken in by a seasoned Grifter in their home, and are now helping the Grifter - ME!- spread lies that no person with half a brain would ever indulge.

But hey, Ron and Wendy are free agents and they can be scammed by anyone they so chose to be scammed by, right? They WUV me! Or the 'me', they chose to see.    lol

As for me, my own attempts to scam Asylum and lie to Courts, Judges and ICE, so far, have gotten me nowhere, except locked up in a jail for 14 months, wearing a monitor in case I try and go on the run, and deep into debt to a bail bond company.

But Hell, who cares about a measly old debt?
That has been so far Catherine's and other people's problem, not mine! ha ha

Other people like the pro bono attorneys who took on my case back in Cali, for example.
Yes; many many dollars have flowed out of many strangers' wallets on my behalf, cos they felt
so sowwy for poor widdle Becki...But the Ninth circuit now waits and they have my files. Files full of my perjured statements, and the fake backstory that anyone in the UK can easily set them straight on with a couple of phone calls, and no doubt they have set them straight, well before now.

I mean, I couldn't even convince the US Immigration officers at LAX that I wasn't full of shite. They said to me that it was time for me to apologize and stop wasting their (hours of) time, and get back on the goddam plane to the UK.
I had had people say this kind of thing to me before of course, back home. Calling me out.
So I did the not very smart thing and doubled down. And next thing I knew I was locked up! DoH!

I am not smart enough to learn from my past mistakes, so I am in excellent company among other not very smart folks. Every day since I have doubled down on my lies, and every day the clock is ticking.

The petition didn't work out, so now I have my social media muggins followers tweeting and writing  to President Trump to let me stay. I made a video to him ages ago, hoping he likes Panda eyes and sappy sob stories.
Is Trump really that dumb? He does seem to be in a peck of trouble right now, but none of it could possibly be his fault, right? If he says he's a genius I believe him. We all do!

But there's the rub;
What genius would believe that I have really seen 1000s of kids, not reported missing, murdered in Hull? (population 260,000)?What happened to their remains? That is a lot of  remains, after all. They can't ALL have ended up as Pizza topping to be fed to unsuspecting Brits, can they?
The fact that POTUS may ask these questions should I ever, ever get his attention, is what keeps me awake at night. I have no answers, and I can't just block him, can I? That only works on Twitter.

Then there is the ninth circuit.
My last chance!. Several courts have heard my perjured, faux stories already, and told me to bugger off and stop pulling their legs. Well, not in exactly those words, but....

Soon  it will happen again.  For the last time! OMG!

 I have a secret bag packed on the advice of my attorneys, and imagine myself breaking down in hysterics, and kicking and screaming dramatically while the ICE  Security Marshalls escort me to the airport, where I will be locked up in a secure room until a plane is ready to fly me out.
Mommy #3 will be screaming too, no doubt. The sobbed  prayers won't work. They never have.

My vexatious Asylum claims, and all the trouble I have already caused the ICE system, and the money the US taxpayer  has blown on me already, will be sure to keep me locked out for all time, never to be allowed back in here. I will never again get any kind of US Visa in future, as they know I am bad news for the USA and not a credible immigrant with any legit right at all to be here.

I cannot be trusted, and am not. I cannot be believed, and am not - by the people who make these decisions. So far, no good.

I may as well enjoy the borrowed time, what is left of it, while it lasts. Mommy and Daddy #3 are spoiling me, just as any widdle pwincess deserves. Little do they know. lol.

But REALITY CALLS -

and I am MAGA ... for the  little time I have left here.

My nightmare will soon be Reality

I am Q's Secret Lover

All my followers know about Q.


 Apart from me he's the greatest thing since sliced ham,  - though as an orthodox Jew he would never eat ham. He wants me to convert to Judaism but as I only recently converted from Satanism to Christianity I feel it's too soon, even for a fly by nighter such as me. I do want to marry him so I may consider it in the future.

He is helping me take own all the pedos still walking free in the USA. One by one!

I pose in a chat room as a young girl with zero personality, zero conversation skills, and zero interesting to say, and try to entice those who aren't afraid of death by boredom, to "chat" with me online.
Then we take screenshots and send the results to LE.

Q has so many contacts in LE of course as he used to work in the field himself. There are folks he can call on 24/7 to look up anything he asks for, for one thing. I am not bothered that any of his colleagues will look me up and learn I'm a Grifter, as I have given Q a false name.

He thinks I am a widdle girl called Abigail, aged 13.

This is fine by me, until we make out. That's when I find myself looking around behind me for "Abigail" as he calls her name out, over and over. LOL. !!!

It takes me back to the SRA days of my childhood. I often had to call men "Daddy", for example.
One day Q asked me why I wear an ankle monitor. I didn't weally want to tell him it's put there so I don't do a runner as an 'immigrant' who is persona non grata.

So I told him the Satanist culters had put it on me to record everything I say and to monitor my whereabouts. I used to wear a camera on my head remember? The Satanists have all the best tech. OK, well not THE best. I have to say, Q and his team have even better tech.
They are kind of Deep State, but not really Deep State, if you know what I mean. I met his boss last week. For such an important guy he was really sweet to me, but before we went Q told me to pretend I was his niece that he was babysittting.
I'm not sure why. But hey I'm good at pretending.

Many have asked me to tell the public Q's real name. I could, but at this time I chose not to. I'll just say he is quite handsome, well built and with a good head of hair. (curly)  He often has to wear a disguise and change his appearance for his work.

We don't get a lot of time to ourselves as he is very busy helping our President to Drain the Swamp at the moment, to MAGA, but he has promised to take me on an island cruise at the end of summer.

People are always trying to kill him but this doesn't bother me too much as I am really, really, really used to people trying to kill me too. They was trying to kill me for years in the UK, and they never succeeded.

Q is well armed and has killed many people himself. Not thousands like my parents have, but hundreds.
Of course by the time he is older it will be thousands, and he will be caught up to the kills record of my parents, or getting close to it.

I don't mind seeing him kill people either, as I have seen so many killed before (lost count) and at least with Q's way it is quick and clean, and no sex with the dead bodies afterwards, and no blood drinking either, so it's all good. I can handle it fine.

We are so happy together. He can travel to Texas at least every week to see me. We meet at a motel near Mommy and Daddy's home, and sometimes we go to the park. And with me travelling around a lot lately we have been able to meet up here and there in other locations. It's always so exciting!

I am often asked how we met. Well, let's just say it was by the will of God, Yes,  He brought us together!



... in a chatroom.   Is that a Funny coincidence or what? LOL


Here we are at a recent red carpet event, both incognito, of course, for our safety. As you can see he is a total hunk. I have disguised his face as if it got out who he is in real life he could be assassinated.
Just be patient, my fans, that time will come that you will all know his name. For now I calls him honey.

 MAGA

me and Q late last year at a posh event

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