Showing posts with label gullible. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gullible. Show all posts

Tuesday, 11 September 2018

Remember When - Part 2

"I can say with complete certainty that Becki Percy is the credible, articulate, media-genic, informed "First Hand Knowledgeable" spokesperson for Pizzagate that everyone has been waiting for. Disseminate her videos everywhere and to everyone that you know. Friends, relatives, media, law enforcement, and most especially Christian activists in the USA. Don't just sit there and VOAT. I mean go out and do it. Make Becki Percy and Pizzagate household words."


"Becki's story is really extraordinary ... She's supported by a large and growing group of followers, who will not let her down."



"How anyone could watch her testify vids and still be a non believer boggles the mind. Also, she tweeted me. I can't imagine her strength and resilience. I'm in tears even typing this."



"I felt an extremely positive vibe while watching this video. The energy emanating from her is exactly the kind of energy that I think is needed in our community to pursue the PG investigation."



"She's doing exceptionally well mentally, cognitively and emotionally...
She knows what she needs and will seek resources as able in her comfort zone. 
She clearly has done mass major self work ...She is way more grounded stable, adaptable, self regulating, positive thoughts and stable emotions"




"she told me she was crying with happiness when she saw the original post whose quote @breakdown99 critizised  "There is no direct evidence in Becki's videos, as far as I can tell, but I think in a way she's a poster child for Pizzagate." "




"Wow I can't believe you made it this far! You are an amazing young woman and I see God working in your life so much. "



"Becki is the sweetest girl , and she is very kind and compassionate "



"Yes. a true hero in this. love her strong voice."



"Becki is amazing. Love her."



"You're a strong and beautiful soul Becki. We love you"


Saturday, 8 September 2018

Mommy #2 Dishing Dyke Dirt on Me


Catherine, just STOP!























Jesus help me!
As if I don't have enough to worry about. A little bird tells me that Mommy #2 is going after me on social media. She has me blocked so I am not sure what all the "dirt" is  but none of it will be true.

It is not true that I have eating disorders and that I kept fainting from starvation and having to be taken to the ER.

It is not true that I like to sleep with women. I need to sleep with women, and that is the difference.
To heal my deep trauma and PTSD .

Did I sleep with Catherine Mommy # 2? Yes.
Do I sleep with Wendy, Mommy # 3? Yes.
This will be easier from now on,  as Wendy and I are moving house together. Ron who ?????

Does this make me a lesbian? NO.
Does my sexual predation in order to manipulate people, including married women, indicate that I am a text book psychopath? NO

Did I make a fake FaceBook account and spin Catherine some more tall tales?
Would I do a thing like that?
Tell her "I" was an old friend from England, that her bio parents had kidnapped and held hostage?
Tell her "I" had seen the porno and snuff films Becki spoke of starring in? 18 years of them?
Tell her "I" had been forced by my kidnappers to watch the films  24/7?
Tell her that  Becki, had a baby at age 11 and it was put in a blender, liquified and drank?
Tell her she should leave Casa Moncada and family to be with Becki?
Tell her "I" had already reported "my"  "kidnapping" to Hull police, so she wouldn't do this ?

DID SHE FALL FOR IT ?

Well,  to put this another way;  did Catherine Moncada  report the "kidnapping" by two "multi-murderous Satanists and Traffickers" whose identities  and "deeds" were well known to her, to the Hull police or any other Law Enforcement?

Another trade secret fans. Listen up. What I have learned in my grifting career is that the SRA fans feign belief in the sickest of tall tales, but when push comes to shove they never  report to LE, because they don't want to look "like a mad person" LOL

Kids may be at risk but Hey!  big deal!
My fans and enablers  know I never reported jack shite, and they would not be seen dead making a Police report of such nonsense either. 'Cos under their faux outrage they know it's all just a big LARP.

They - like Mommies #2 and #3 prefer to repeat, circulate, and spread the sicko stories about random strangers, far and wide, but report to LE? Never. HA HA HA

So I knew I was completely safe in that little Facebook fairytale scheme.
The fake Facebook is gone now. Catherine wanted  to speak to "her" /  "them"  on the phone from "England"   Not. Happening. DUH.

The lesbian stories may have come from the fake FaceBook account. I seem to recall some salacious details being spun for her titillation. (no pun intended )
If there is another  thing I  know about my demographic,  it's that my SRA fan club can never get enough salacious details about sex with children. Or just sex.

I also thought it might help to make Mommy #2 jealous by playing her off against Mommy#3, and vice versa! I thought this might help manipulate her into doing what I asked.

But I never thought she would talk  about it and that it would get around. She is taking me down.

It looks really bad for my faux Christian image and I need folks to trust me! And how the **** can I get my Patriot husband as per my Plan B, in case my Asylum case is denied.?
Let's be real here fans, a fine Christian Patriot man does not want a lesbian wife.

I have some serious damage control to do now, thanks to her. Grrrrrrr!


M   A   G   A

Friday, 7 September 2018

Remembering the Good Old Days

Things have gone all pear shaped in my life once again. It's funny how that always happens. 

Me and Mommy Wendy are leaving our charming home and downsizing. 
Daddy Ron?  Please don't ask.

Money is tight. I was humiliated publicly into shutting down my last lucrative GofundMe. 
She - you  all know who 'she' is - accused me and Wendy of lying on it. 

I have been feeling sad and nostalgic for my SRA heyday in California, before my Twitter 
following fell flat overnight.


Sigh...


On a happier note, my good pal Fiona Barnett has just done a 5 hour interview!
It will be coming online in several parts, starting tomorrow! Wow, I can hardly wait.

Just imagine how many folks Fiona is going to smear in 5 hours. She must be lit right now!

Fans, between you and me, I am so jealous of her, as she is having 'a moment',  a big one, while mine seems to have passed already.

It's all down to her new association with actor Isaac Kappy  and felon on the run, Vegan Mikey.

Man oh man... (with help from Nathan), they grifted way more  in a few days than little old me, than I did in months and months.  Rumors are it was $75K split 3 ways ...I hope not as the thought of other scammers  making way more than me makes me ill, given my current pathetic situation.

Of course Fiona has an advantage over me because all her abusers was really  high profile.
Actors, public figures, 3 Prime Ministers, the list goes on. It happened in many exotic locations like Bohemian Grove and Disneyland. And  even on a Presidential jet.!

I wish I had worked that angle hard when I had the chance, rather than accuse a bunch of regular folks from my rather boring home town of Hull.  My plots was great... but the characters, not so much. Not colorful enough, was they?

 In my defense I am younger than Fiona, and probably considerably dumber. Definitely less educated.

Maybe after I change my name I can come back and try again. Patriots have very short memories.

MAGA













Saturday, 7 July 2018

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





Sunday, 10 June 2018

Help: I'm Losing It

Hello again fans. Sorry I have been MIA on Twitter for a few days.
I'm back now and thanks for caring, everyone. <3

I was very busy waging Spiritual Warfare,
as witnessed by Mommy#3 Wendy McAvene @TrinityBeliever

I also diagnosed myself with Endometriosis. Or I think I did.

The Spiritual Warfare was with myself.
On checking back on my posting and publishing history, I realize I have made quite a slip-up.



Cretins make fools of self and others






















It's like  I'm my Own Worst Enemy, when it comes to my credibility, which has been under attack more than ever in recent times. The strain is getting to me, coming as physical symptoms. Of  Endometriosis.

Here's what happened. I was watching this video from last year. When I see myself acting it cheers me up.
Well, usually. But not this time.

Just after the bit where I talk about burying the body parts of my chopped up baby sister Lily, I go off on a tangent about the Woods of Horror, which are right next to Lily's final resting place.

In the video  - do please take a look - I talk about staying with a bloke called Charlie, and this really sick ordeal he used to subject me to in these Woods. A game of being chased or hunted, then raped, by "pedophiles jumping out from behind the trees".


In the video, it is Charlie who takes me there and Charlie who picks me up after these ordeals, so I say. I did not mention my parents in relation to this Woods story, in this video.
Just Charlie and a bunch of anonymous male and female rapists...and the dead children hanging from the trees. Let's NOT forget 
the dead children hanging from the trees!




However, ALAS! as all not very clever liars do, I seem to have forgotten to check back on my depraved fantasies, and later on made a dramatic spectacle of this almost same story on Twitter last year and this year.


















I  re-tweeted this woeful dross so much, and it was then re-tweeted by many other cretins, probably hundreds of times. I got a lot of mileage out of the Woods of Horror story.
And over 135,000 views to date.

(I pinched the whole dopey larpy idea from my mentor Cathy O'Brien).

I hope you are with me so far.? So this is where my teeny tiny problem comes up.
My Youtube video names a family friend called Charlie as the perpetrator who delivered me to the Woods of Horror where I was subjected to these torments, and then Charlie who would take me home again.

That place was where I saw "Dead children Hanging from The Trees" !!!! The second worst memory I have! How could  I forget it? How could I then forget key details and get the perpetrator confused with my biological parents,

neither of whom is called ....Charlie !? 

So then I started tweeting out that it was my biological parents who subjected me to these being chased-in-the-woods-by-pedophiles ordeals? OOOOPS!
In my defense, this tweet storming was well after I made the video, which is why I forgot some of my tangled web bits and pieces.

My Mommy #2, Catherine Elifritz Moncada  then conflated  my two versions of this woefully inept fiction  into one, and gleefully tweeted out all 3 accused names as the Woods perps, so I guess I even confused her!
So sorry, Mommy #2. I really have made more of  a fool out of you haven't I?
I hope Jesus will forgive me, one day. I know my fans will.



Cretins easily get confused














But wait! I almost forgot! There is a THIRD version of this real gone sicko fantasy of mine, that I had up for months on my GofundMe page.

I go into some detail here in a previous post  but there is a new factor I next added in for bonus shock effect:

"Another one of their rituals would take part in the forest/woods.
With a camera on my head, they would make me run through the woods on a night when it was pitch black. The only light was from the moon. Men (and sometimes women) would jump out from behind the trees and rape me. The rule was, every time I was caught, a piece of clothing would be taken from me. It wouldn't be long before I was running around naked. I would see children sacrificed on an alter (sic) then these satanic pedophiles would rape the dead child after drinking the blood. "


 -  a few  little details I omitted from the Video and from the tweets, but I like my fictions to build, creatively, over time. You must understand this. You could call it organic evolution.

I have every right, to evolve and make it up as I go along, just as you have every right to question the finer details.  I can always say to you:

"Oh me oh my! It's too traumatic for me to recall again! Don't put me through it and make me relive it all over  -   you cruel inquisitors you! "(followed by some convincing tears.) This has always worked on my 2 Patriot famiwies.

Sorry about the jumbles and repeating myself here. It's the state I am in.:(
You wonder why I have had so many referrals to  Mental Health professionals? 

Look at the contents of my imagination. I'm not Stephen King. I'm a widdle quasi-Christian, faux-Patriot gally wally, with a surprisingly filthy, debased, degenerate mind  - though to be fair it is all extremely derivative and recycled, in terms of the old Satanic Panic drivel from years ago.

But I digressed again. Sorry fans.
So why am I worried you might ask? As I confided in you before, judges are smart.
THEY are not cretins... and as attorneys they are trained to have eagle eyes for inconsistencies in stories.
I can't fool them. Who am I kidding?
So I have gotten so sick, and and now I am just kicking myself that I have been so careless, when fiction has been my main occupation for so long!
I have really let myself down once again. Apart from Endometriosis, I keep on having nightmares about this :



My recurring nightmare





















...but you know what they say

*sigh*



maga





Friday, 25 May 2018

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




















Friday, 11 May 2018

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








Sunday, 15 April 2018

Sistas Gotta Be Griftas

My Nan back in Hull used to say to me that "people will judge you by the company you keep"
.
I have already told you in a pwevious post about my dear fwiend, the often shirtless Howie Caplan, aka
"Pizzagate Howie, or "Bro" as he likes to be called.
But he is not a Celebwity and doesn't know anyone famous.

Hence I am so pwoud to share with you another one of my mentors, advisors and a much more important member of my Twitter Taggin' Team.
Ladies and Gents, meet my Social Media BFF, my Sister in Twuth... Liz Crokin.

Liz Crokin, another Role model of Mine













Liz and Me  are in daily communication on our Social Media; my followers are her followers, and we always re-tweet each other when our messages are very, very important, which is always.
Liz has my back and I have her back: We are so similar that we really "get" eachother. Uncanny!











Liz has given me so many ideas about how to embellish my stories, so you will notice we use a lot of the same themes and story bits and bobs. Moloch, Cannibalism....you will see the similawities if you are paying attention! She is so bwazen and she inspires me to be equally bwazen.

Neither of us has any conscience or wemorse about how we make our living, it's $$$ for jam, actually.


If something "works" on her audience, I pinch it, and I expect she does the same fwom me.
She has a much bigger audience than me so far, but she has been at it a lot  longer, and she is longer in the tooth. This last week she has been really bwinging it, my word! It is YUGE!
(and if you don't know about Q, - well too bad, cos all our followers do!)
I am so pwoud of her and a teeny bit jealous of all the attention she's getting,  but then I just think about how I am younger and have more time than she does, to make my fame and fortune from Pizzagate, etc...


see next pic for a zoom in

Here's a closeup of the picture above





















I do think it's awfully decent of Twitter -  and YouTube - to let people like my Sister in Truth, Liz, and me, post indecent stories like this, don't you?  Bless you Twitter, you are really MAGA.



Liz then made a gweat video on Youtube, with the same story  that made the NYPD grown officers physically sick - her HIGH LEVEL Sources told her!
I hope one day to have High Level Sources of my own., to add to my cwedibility and my income stweam. I suppose it's high time I invented some just like sister Liz has.

Her Tweets and Youtube videos - (and her Facebook post, which got her into a bit of Twouble there)
did not go un-noticed, plus they was re-tweeted and shared by thousands as usual. The video has spawned many more, like so many ripples... in the Toxic Swamp we are draining! This is Our Blessed Mission, and just like Q always says, "where we go one, we go all"  !!!!



























But wait, there's more - John Kennedy Junior is not dead after all, he is alive and well - he may even be Q !
Working with Twump to dwain the swamp, as Liz explains:





I am so in awe of Liz. Her bwain is so much better than mine - can't you tell?- cos she went to College, and I am not that smart, cos of all the school I missed when I was being twafficked, tortured, gang waped,  and  kept busy burying body parts of my baby sister Lily, back in Hull.  Poor Me.

 Still, Liz  gives me something to aim for, and my old Nan would be so pwoud of me now, and how well I'm doing in this SRA lark...Cos I'm really mixing it up now, with

The. Best. People. 



MAGA



















Saturday, 14 April 2018

My Latest Famiwy Wuvs Pwincess Becki



















































Mommy #3 and me have been witing letters to the Pwesident






















My new mommy and Daddy in Famiwy #3, the McAvenes from Pottsboro Texas, are as determined  as me, that I remain in the United States, and they are telling everyone to sign my petition to the White House to let me stay here to save my life.
Fwom those evil Satanists that was always going to kill me, and twied so many times, but never succeeded - yet.

They have been tweeting about it a lot, but not as much as I have.
As you can see, Daddy Won has no qualms about wepeating and wepublishing my Allegations.
What a Champion!

I pway evewy night to Jesus, that Daddy Won  never, ever hires a PI to do a background check on me.
I am his Pwincess.
I would  hate ever so much to let him down, cos if he was to find out about my past I don't know what would happen next.
He is a vewy clever Businessman, and he would never let anyone take him for a Wide, not even a Pwincess like me.







I have asked Pwesident Twump to invite me to the White House - see it's on my letter above that me and Mommy Wendy are witing.

I want to  thank him in person  for Dwaining the Swamp, and for Making Amewica  Gweat  Again,
and to remind him that he could not do either of those things without my help.

I am a Voice for the Childwen, as I like to say, often. Especially the Pizzagate Childwen.

I have forgotten all about my weal family back in Hull, except when I am telling more and more pork pies (a Brit expwession), about them on Facebook and Twitter to thousands of people, and bots. Like this:







Back in the UK I was accused of being a Dwama Qween by my Social and Mental Health workers.
I have not kicked the habit, and do not intend to, as it serves me so well to this day, as you can see :






I only need another 98,000 signatures on my Petition to the White House in the next two weeks.
I wonder if the Pwesident will wead it himself.? I don't think he is much of a weader.

I hope he gets one of his assistants to wead him mommy Wendy's and my letters to him and then to send me that Invitation  I have asked him for. I alweady have my RSVP weady and waiting.
We have asked him to watch my videos so I think that will definitely persuade him.

We have asked a few other Patwiots to send the Pwesident  letters about me as well, and they have been doing it. I still pinch myself when  I wealise  how easy it is to get Patwiots to do things I tell them to do. It  must be because I ask them so nicely. Or maybe Jesus is telling them.

MAGA

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