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My People, My People

My People, My People.

Apologies, everyone. Our main objective is to create an environment for our students, staff members, and the wider community that is free from fear and distress.


We should all remember that no one deserves the sort of treatment that we've observed in the past two decades.


The individuals perpetrating these acts display a lack of humanity, leaving trails of devastation in the lives of countless innocent people over the years. Their methods span a broad spectrum, including poisoning, accidents, illness, hiring hitmen, setting traps, framing, making false allegations, hiring hackers, illegal surveillance, attacks on businesses, rituals, spells, false identity and mis-representations at court sessions, stealing and manipulating court documents, blocking official correspondence at post office, insiders at all relevant units, false witnesses, masquerading as clergy, abduction, murder, among others. It’s the highest level of organized criminal groups, you can’t even comprehend.


They've even employed experts who can read people through their body language or social media posts, such as on Facebook etc.


Their strategists might have interpreted my last post as a sign of me running out of options, potentially paving the way for their next move. However, it's essential to understand that silence does not equate to weakness. Also, posts seeking clarification do not necessarily imply that all other options have been exhausted. 


It is also a good idea to enlarge the size of our anticipated “Bowhead Whale: 200-250 years”.


Thank you.






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