unplug from the Matrix

Latin maxim “Quando aliquid prohibetur ex directo, prohibetur et per obliquum” means when something is prohibited directly, its prohibited indirectly.  Except in Australia where government public officers are largest organised crime network, they believe they're personally and individually above the law. Anticipating a long political career, parliamentarians became their unconstitutional accomplices in crime against Commonwealth enabling other public officers to cross the line from political policy into terrorism. Despite the illegality of their actions general news media silently support their government's terrorism in alleged democracies. That's something every person should be concerned about else one day we'll all be exactly like North Korea.   I don't mean ruled by man with bad haircut.

All that's needed to prove extensive AUSTRALIAN taxpayer funded TERRORISM is in the 7 links above.

LEFT: Circa 1970 one of these boys were my first platonic crush. Campbelltown High NSW, no I'm not in the photo. A neighbour of mine who snapped the photo gave me a copy. There were more notable people who graduated from C'town High. I can think on one notable lawyer bit older than me, another in that age bracket was Javlin thrower in the Commonwealth Games according to my sister-in-law; he died young in a car crash. Mark Stever. I'm sure there were many more. its just that they're not 'friends' with the government authors of the Wikipedia page. That's how Wiki works, its government run, unofficially naturally; and why you should NEVER donate to Wiki.

LEFT top circle: Janette in December 2019 aged 63, its amazing what poor lighting a cheap camera and selfie stick can do for the wrinkles.

LEFT other circle: Janette (16) and her friends at Janette's house in 1972 dressed for the school play 'HMS Pinafore' at Campbelltown High NSW, before it was a musical Arts school.

Circa 1971 I managed to convince 3 girlfriends to compete in the annual school eisteddfod, it was supposed to be a comedy act. We dressed as a female rock band fuzzed our long hair dressed in jeans and lots of hippy beads, we borrowed the musical instruments from the school got on stage and sang ‘Baa Baa Black Sheep’. Talk about a tough crowd. They just stared. Musical arts and comedy were my passion since I was a toddler I wanted to perform on the stage as I loved singing, used to sing the adult songs from (late 1950s early 1960s) Cooma country radio for anyone who came to visit, was never about attention seeking, just loved to be able to sing and dance to make people smile, tap was my favourite, the 1960s traditionally English Sydney Ballet School criticised me for not smiling but I still got the best score in the class at the annual exam in Sydney :P and an 'honours' badge, despite that Tap Dancing was obviously my 'special talent' I wasn't allowed to continue evidently because dad needed his drinking money, or he and his Freemason buddies in NSW police were afraid I'd talk about the Campbelltown NSW Freemason rape and murder I'd witnessed in the same building I trained for Tap. As it happens they’re either dead or close to it so I’m not sure what the excuse is now other than Australians in authority act just like the character Hugh Grant plays in the first, Bridget Jones Diary, absolute wankers who lie about the people they screw over while pretending to be their friends. I don’t know what people have been told about me to be as nasty as they have been to me; what I can say is that I have NEVER done anything rotten to anyone, in fact its been the total opposite - everyone’s been totally rotten to me for no reason at all which leaves the fact that I witnessed rape murder of 2 little boys during a Freemason lodge meeting when I was about 11 since then my life's been total shit with numerous obvious attempts to murder me the police in 2 states refuse to investigate.

I moved to Adelaide in an attempt to protect my youngest 2 children from the criminal mongrels in government in NSW knowing I’d failed to protect my 3 older sons from them. We were forced to live in caravan parks unable to get private rental, then someone who’d just moved to Adelaide from Canberra claimed to have a house to rent at 6 Wilson Street Christies Beach we moved in near the end of 2006 within a few months we were under physical attack the methods used reflected the style of the scum from NSW; wolves in sheep’s clothing. In October 2018 I discovered that on 7 March 2006 Cathy MACDONALD from Noarlunga SA housing trust phoned Greg ROBERTSON from Noarlunga emergency mental health service who evidently wrote this in his own longhand,

“Presented to SA Housing Trust today is being evicted from private rental. Has no electricity. Reported as being paranoidly talking of having to be relocated to SA due to murders etc no ??? under her name in SA or NSW"

Greg ROBERTSON decided that was enough to secretly start a State government ‘mental’ health file under my name that’s been added to with nothing but exactly the same style of defamation or total fantasy and a pinch of gossip to spice it up a bit.

LEFT RED SQUARE: Sydney NSW educated Adelaide SA health minister John David Hill from 4 November 2005 to 21 January 2013 supporting his Freemason buddies in medical research; the delegate in my electorate (Kaurna) who refused to talk about anything with me before and after he sanctioned the creation of the criminally illegal mental health record in my name, because that's what they do.

Not everyone in Australia gets what they work hard for because they're naturally good at what they do.

Just in case you missed it, I'll say it again.

I've never done anything wrong.

I'm your proverbial Miss Goody Two Shoes, in the flesh.


That's what pisses off our recalcitrant government public

officers the most, they know its true. In contrast literally everything negative they've done to me has been criminally illegal. They're shining examples of modern men and women, spineless lowlife cunts who're very proud of themselves at being 'perfect' spineless lowlife cunts at that.

I'm not a 'Windian' I just a decent person and clearly there's not enough of us.

To prove Woolworths still have no business ethic; recently I purchased a cheap prepaid mobile phone from Woolworths that had 2 design flaws not stated on the box or in store advertising. The phone is sealed so you can’t remove battery, therefore has external drawer for SIM card and SD card option. This means if you drop your phone you may lose your cards or they can be easily stolen - making the phone unsecure and ‘not fit for purpose’. These facts are only discovered after you open the box. Woolworths at Seaford refused to refund because I’d opened the box. Woolworths corporate responded by email telling me to take it up with the distributor, in breach of Australian Consumer Law. From experience at all Australian government, consumer complaints authorities, bar none, who are just as criminally inclined as Woolworths. If I’d bought the phone on the internet via eBay they’d have given me a refund and let me keep the item, which has happened with more expensive items also in the recent past, proving its safer for individuals to shop online at eBay than at Woolworths Australia. No, I didn't buy the phone knowing the outcome. I did have a pretty good idea of the outcome after failure to legally obtain a refund at my local Seaford, Woolworths Australia, supermarket.

Know and enforce your legal rights as a consumer of goods and services in Australia - Australian Consumer Law.

ABOVE: Janette and her three children in 1980 proving on balance of probability to my children that there was a time you were deliriously happy with your parents and each other. We used to sit together every night like this watching TV until your bedtime. Your deep sadness is direct result of my pederast male parent, his Freemason bum-chums and their paedophile supporting family, extended political associates in government, after 1980. Bob Peters, (your dad) snapped this, (Kodak 126mm) we were a happy family, we loved each other and your dad loved us all very much but that wouldn't do for our evil Australian Freemasons and their lowlife kith 'n' kinWhat's the best way to divert the anger of teenage sons away from the government public officer criminal assailants of their young mother? Misdirect the 1990s teenage anger unjustly towards the mother by convincing the teens their mum's childhood was their own. Elementary political brainwashing by Freemason Brothers In Arms, Sydney Australia..

BELOW: Woolworths Australia, (like most Australians, including Government Public Officers) treat individually powerless consumers and our laws with distain and contempt, unlike Drakes, Coles and Aldi. 

ENDNOTEI taped the box closed, took it back to a different Woolworths and got a full refund after I got the evidence I needed to prove 100% that most Woolworths employees with power, are mongrels. Or is that most people generally?

In about 1980 when aged about 24 and working at Woolworths Macarthur Square, I wore a small corporate coloured scarf to keep my long fuzzy hair out of my face on the job. Some local religious persons whose habit was wearing a similar scarf and who generally look upon strangers with justified suspicion, took kindly to me possibly thinking I was a new convert before I corrected them as nice as possible. Seeing this innocent interaction from a distance was Mr Maher the store manager who took to spending almost all his working day with his face pressed against the glass of the office area overlooking the store. He asked my immediate boss, Keith, if I was of such a religion and if I was going to answer in the affirmative I could collect my things and make my way out of the store never to return. I was just as speechless as most of you would be today. 40 years later the same sorts of people pushing the outrageous prejudices continue, making sure they keep up with technological progress and hatred of reasonable people objecting to painful and illegal surgical rape. I resigned on moral grounds, I found it impossible to work for a company with no business ethic.  

Australian vernacular: When my Babyboomer generation were in primary school the ‘rudest’ word most of us heard was “Bum” when we grew up most changed the ‘Bum’ for ‘Fuck’. When people say ‘Fuck’ they don’t mean ‘intercoarse’ or ‘sex’ its just a word to say when they want to describe a bad situation with the rudest word they know, (for some 'Fuckin' is a filler word like 'um') in that moment these people are, (mentally) back in primary school. In a similar mindset, when someone says ‘Cunt’ or ‘Dick’ (‘Dick’ is also a ‘Prick’) they’re not referring to female or male gentiles and ‘Arsehole’ is not referring to your poo orifice and when they say ‘Retard’ they’re usually not referring to someone with a mental disability or illness. Retard, Prick, Cunt, and Arsehole are the ‘Fuck’ equivalent of naming a horrible person with the rudest word they know. The word ‘Cool’ isn’t describing the weather, it’s a nice word to describe a very good situation or thing. The common use of the word ‘sick’ is to describe someone who is in poor health, and the word ‘Sick’ ‘Sicko’ or 'Sick Bastard' are used to describe a person who is evidently a repugnant sexual deviant, a pervert, a pederast, or a paedophile. However, in popular, (young adult) culture since about 2000 the word ‘Sick’ became the 'out of sequence' word chosen to describe a very good situation or thing, which explains quite a lot about the sexualisation of children in current Australian culture.

(I squint because my pale blue eyes are more susceptible to glare of sunlight, than dark blue or brown eyes.) I'm the youngest in my birth family, unlike my closest sibling I've never been a shrinking violent. I've never been loud and obnoxious either. Sometimes I use my booming voice to assert authority, but I've always been calm, strong minded and in total control of my thoughts and emotions even in a crisis. Since an event involving my bitch-of-a-sister when I was 16. I rarely if ever suffer the emotion of anger. Because if I do I know my DNA turns me into a real life Hulk, (minus the skin colour and physical appearance) which is also why I've never let myself get blind drunk. I know when and how to control my anger as my eyes start to flutter when something irritates me, I simply walk away and control breathe. Only times I have been Hulk-angry as an adult when NSW government public officers thought it was a really good idea to illegally, secretly, drug me and provoke me into anger, to see me turn into 'the Hulk' resulting in significant injury to them. While I'm not consciously aware of being physically violent during the assault, (probably due to severed electrical links in my brain) I do remember almost everything gradually after it's over and my muscles ache something shocking. I'm vegetarian on moral grounds and don't believe in war, apart from my DNA glitch, (which I attribute to Viking or Scottish McGregor ancestors as reported from Battle of Glen Fruin) Or maybe it was just because when I told me closest age sister that when our dad was drunk last night and in his usual habit of threatening to kill out mum with his rifle and bolt action shotgun, he pointed the shotgun at me and started to squeeze the trigger before I started him down. I didn't tell her I'd seen her husband come out of their room, see dad pointing the firearm at me the ran back to his room. He'd just been or was still in the army, he's a successful software engineer now.. My sister, whose been employed by the government for most of her life in a position where she has regular contact with children - called me a liar. Something popped in my brain and I went into a literal blind rage came out of it with her screaming to mum that I'd hit her. She was usually always violent to passive me. Looked at my hand and I'd picked up a wound electrical cord I'd slapped her with it but had no memory whatsoever of picking it up or slapping her with it as she apparently literally turned her back. The ultimate betrayal of my sister after my friends had betrayed me the previous year, they'd stood back and laughed as I was being raped. Evidently my sister too was too much for my brain to take. My cup runeth over. I vented my anger instead of imploding. My childhood of seeing constant violence and catching my dad in the act of sodomising little boys the police constantly turning their back on all the crime I witnessed and the ultimate betrayal from my closest age sibling and best friends, prepared me for adulthood and allowed me to cope with the arseholes in government all in my stride with little or no effect on my excellent mental health where If my childhood didn't break me, nothing will.

There's a lot of people like me in the background everywhere you look. If people like me were in control of our governments our world would be a totally different place for the better but we've been suppressed by the arselickers and cowards of the world desperate to have excessive personal wealth and power, which explains why ALL the communities of Earth are so fucked.

RIGHT: These are my school friends who cured me of ever wanting to have another female friend for the rest of my life. Elizabeth, Sharon, Debbie, Deborah, Cathy and Heather, the friend I stood next to in all my school photos for 9 years.

This section is about me only so that the people I've loved in my life may come to understand me considering I've been callously divided from them to help preserve all the Australian government public officer serious of crimes.


It's my belief from available evidence that people born with rare Myer-Briggs personality types are that way because they've lived many lives previously; and people born with common personality types are that way because they're new souls replacing bad ones destroyed because they were bad, with the emphasis on 'new'.


I put me under my ancestors as to me they are the most important people in my life. Without them we would never exist. We can look to them for inspiration, guidance on what to do or not do because it failed and how we might be able to leave this life a slightly better place for us having been here, a thought shared by millions of like minds.


My favourite physical features are my very pale blue eyes, a widow's peak hairline, and glistening hair which in my observation is an ancient Scandinavian trait, mine shines copper or grey in direct sunlight. My hair was blonde until about age 9 when it started growing out as dark brown in notable streaks, since then I've had natural multi-coloured hair that at least one other elected councillor at Wollondilly had theirs streaked at the hairdresser to mimic mine in the sad belief that's how I got mine. I have a very small head that does not suffer the size for intelligence. My shoulders are very broad compared to my head and my feet and hands are broad like any man my height.


I prefer pale blue sapphires to diamonds. I like bronze and copper metals as jewellery but don't like the copper reaction on your skin, I prefer silver. Don't like gold at all which is probably due to the fact I'm allergic to it, in ear piercings gold causes my ear to be constantly infected, never healing. I've known that since I was 16, so if there are any gold components in the illegal implants inside me that would be calculated specifically to cause me serious physical harm or death.


I have greater physical strength than a female my age. When I was about 6 or 7, (without spilling any) I pushed a builder’s wheel barrow from our back yard to the front driveway (mum and dad were making) full of wet cement my dad had just mixed because he was on a break and I wanted to help. As an adult I can pick up (from the ground) a straight eight engine from an old Pontiac. I can pick up a standing person over twice my weight, because that's all about keeping your centre of balance. Generally, I fear only the thought of being a coward to bullies.


The only persons I can love unconditionally are the ones I gave birth to.


Until I lost my trust in people in the 2000, I always blushed notably whenever anyone paid me a compliment, a reaction that was mistaken for me being easily flattered, being a strong-minded introvert, I was merely embarrassed at being the centre of attention. Now after being mistreated by my fellow Australians, (frankly my dear) I don't give a damn.


I usually never make a statement that has not been researched as factual, which means I'm usually always right.


I refuse to be addicted to anything and can't understand why anyone allows themselves to be addicted, to anything. If I think I’m getting addicted to something I just stop ingesting it. Noting I took 30mg codeine for (illegal implant) pain on doctor's prescription for over a decade and stopped cold-turkey to prove to someone I wasn't addicted to it. I presume Australian federal government people who allowed me 100 tablets per doctor’s prescription for over 10 years wanted and expected me to be addicted to their codeine phosphate pills. Sucked in.


One of my adult children asked me to take a personality test in 2013. They had figured I was an INFJ personality, but I tested INTJ because I'm actually on the cusp. There are times when I flip from one to the other. In minor ways as we are none of us exactly the same. Like all INTJ people I can tell by considering something briefly, whether I can do it or not. I never say I can do something or know something that I know I can't or don't. Despite my poor natural eyesight, I have excellent space observation. Like INTJ people, I always automatically see how systems can be improved without any conscious effort at all, which also always annoys people who see themselves as my superior. I have no superior. In my opinion we are all equal its just that some are less mentally refined.


Yes I perceive most people as less intelligent but I don’t hold that against anyone. I pity you for not being able to see the simple solutions to things that would make this planet a far better place.


I was raised in an oppressive Freemason environment and punished for being individual, and constantly told I was 'stupid' at home and at school by Freemason teachers after I witnessed Freemason murder and rape of children in the 1960s. Therefore without being nurtured intellectually or encouraged to reach my potential, I thought everyone went through the same analytical and judgemental thought process as me and saw the potentials around them but simply chose to ignore them. I survived my experiences mentally unharmed because I am an INTJ personality I still thrived without affection, and because I am a seer I knew I wasn't stupid.


I am a seer, I see future events. That's not personality related. I see them in parallel with present time. I see them in half asleep visions in what presents as time travel. I feel them when people walk past me in the market place. I see them if someone enters my personal space. In the past my ancestors who shared this trait were probably burnt as a witch. With that knowledge I tend to tell people anything 'visionary' I said was just a good guess. Unless they were in immediate danger then I'd tell them to act quickly. I have a lifetime of these events that self-prove a reality most people don’t have the intelligence to understand, so they mock it, proving 100% humanity is not the most intelligent species in our known universe.


I can see by looking without measuring if something will fit in a space, can pack anything tightly without damage, and can see the difference of size between something even if it’s only a couple of millimetres. I've been the same personality all my life and nothing will make me like the sadistic lying cowards who've stalked me since the 1970s.


Until I lost my trust in people in the 2000, I always blushed notably whenever anyone paid me a compliment, a reaction that was mistaken for me being easily flattered, being a strong-minded introvert, I was merely embarrassed at being the centre of attention. Now after being mistreated by my fellow Australians, (frankly my dear) I don't give a damn.


When I was at school I never studied for any exam and always passed until my last year of school after I'd been raped.


Without study I came first in my class in Geography and French in separate years. French we only had in year 7. I found speaking the language easier on my mouth and speaking English. My teacher told me I was a natural. I told my mum who then told me we had French ancestors. I spent the entire class talking in Geography, and had a crush on the teacher who was annoyed that I got a perfect score in the exam. I was listening to him as I was talking. I had pages and pages of blank unfinished school work. I didn't need to write it down, I'd remembered everything he said.


If I didn't see a subject was logical or wasn't going to be useful in my adult like I refused to learn it. This was why I took Geography over History. We had to choose one or the other. I don't waste my time reading fantasy books as they are of no use to me. I've only ever read logic books. The only book I've read thoroughly (but not to the end as it got really boring) has been the autobiography of Mahatma MK Gandhi. I was compelled to read it as he had similar thought processes to me, and I express the word similar. The was a very logically thinking pacifist vegetarian. I had never known anyone else who thought similar to me. However I'm not a religious person. There are too many irrational flaws in the reasoning of religious people. In my mind if its not based on logic and fails to meet important tests logic then it's wrong.


Despite having the loving 'feeling' Gandhi gene I also have the seemingly cold hearted 'Judgemental' gene. I can walk away from a situation that others may think I have, or calculated that I did have an emotional bind to. I left my husband William Robert (Bob) Peters - (not police detective Peter Robert (Bob) Bradbury) because it was best for my children to leave him, despite that I still loved him with every fibre of my being. I had to leave him to protect the developing minds of my children after the Freemasons had brainwashed him to be violent towards me. If it was just me I would have stayed with Bob and tried to cure him. I did the logical thing to do and I know in the scheme of things Bob would have done the same if the tables were turned. Then to ensure I had no support group, the psychopath Freemason police (including NSW defective detective Bob Bradbury) turned their attention to brainwashing my children and my next partner, Owen Hall, and anyone else who looked like they were getting close to me as a friend. Divide and conquer.


I dumbed down intentionally in year 9 asking the teachers to be put down a class level to be with my best friend Cathy Willis who I felt needed me. Cathy had come to me asking to be my friend in year 8 as her mum told her to stay away from tearaway Rhonda McPhee who she thought was a bad influence. Her mum was very ill and dying so I felt I had a great responsibility. However Cathy was a little less adventurous than me I wanted to learn about everything. Make no mistake, I've never done anything reckless or what might be thought of as wild. This is when I befriended Liz Selsby, which was one of the worst choices I made. Liz wasted to explore the world around us but for different reasons to me. Liz also involved herself in assisting Rhonda Walk (daughter of a Freemason policeman) to procure my rape in year 9, (1971). Rhonda Walk was/is a totally insane irrational psychopathic fool. She had me raped after I hit her back once for her months of punching me in the playground because I didn't want to be her friend. During the rape I suffered a brain seizure and ended up momentary catatonic totally unable to move but I could hear and partially see my supposed good friends Elizabeth Selsby and Sharon Love laughing at the sight of me being raped. Laughing because I was motionless. This is why I failed Commerce in year 10 but I passed all other subjects and still got my School Certificate.


This event is why I have been unable to make new friends. In order to survive the rape without a breakdown I had to pretend it never happened. The alternative was to accept that my best friends had betrayed me. After my childhood, witnessing rape of many other children at the hands of my dad I had no one to talk to, no sanctuary other than withdrawal. Within days I was actively denying it within a few months I'd totally forgotten it happened. Which put me in a bad place as Rhonda was still out for revenge. She secured it again when we were in our thirties via our (separate) coal mine partners when I was known as Jenny Hall and she was known as Rhonda Halls. I managed to my detriment to suppress the 1971 rape until 1998 after I was indecently assaulted by my college and claimed friend at Wollondilly Shire Council, Councillor Michael Banasik.


Like Gandhi I see there is good in many people if not all. I can tell who's an arsehole in the first moments of talking with them as I notice literally everything about them. There are things people do they can't change, or hide that gives them away. I've tested people over the years to be able to learn this as an expert but I'd never teach it to others. It'd be like giving away the answers to an exam. Its something you must learn for yourself if you can't notice it yourself, you'll never be able to learn it even if I told you. That's my thoughts anyway.


If you notice I've told you a lot about me but not anything that will allow the psychopathic New South Wales police criminals who illegally stalk me to infiltrate my life. They have tried many times, including recently when I started a meetup.com over 50s group to test if they were still following me.


I started another meetup.com group that I never attended and passed on to another, because I knew there was a need for such a group. I can see when something is ion need or in need of perfecting and can see how to do it. I have that sort of personality. Its not being a smart-arse its just about knowing something and wanting to share it to make life for others better.


Not even my relatives can influence my choices. I do everything based on logic. To quote an often incorrectly used phrase, I know what I know and no one will ever change my mind. I have devoted my life when young to my children to allow them to grow into adulthood teaching them to think for themselves and not to do whatever I tell them to do. That was the best defence I could have given them in this world dominated by psychopaths and sociopaths. But still I have a Gandhi gene, I want to bring people together, make people equal not only in the eyes of the as its supposed to be in Australia, but equal in the implementation of the law as it is not in Australia.


When Australian law says the government is supposed to be treated in court no better than a citizen who seeks to sue them, but the parliament allows the Crown to be represented by a posy of trained monkeys, (lawyers and barristers) but refused to allow the citizen the same representation, that's by no means equal in a court of law. Give me a book of instructions I can do anything, which includes fooling a less logical group of persons into believing they understand how I think. You can't teach logic to someone without a soul.


I don't think I'm superior in any way to anyone else. Despite that I know I'm more logical than most others. Its not about being intelligent. Most psychologist have missed the point. Its about being practice, thinking in blocks of pure logic, not intelligence logic. Even the a person with minimal intelligence can be taught to think logically through repetition. Speaking of which experimenting on animals of less intelligence who depend on you to care for them is an unwritten universal crime. For every action in the universe there is an equal and opposite reaction. Just like in my commerce class when we were doing the Trial Balance. Just like when a resource is extracted from the ground. Or money is stolen from a corporation. Noting detrimental happens without a broader detrimental effect other than the obvious effect of unjust enrichment.


By the way, noting is permanent but some things will last longer than people themselves.


Which reminds me of when I slipped on the faulty travelator in Woolworths in Rundall Mall, Adelaide, on my birthday. It was the same day as the motorcycle clubs were demonstrating on the steps of Adelaide's state Parliament House. I went in specifically to literally stand with them with my children as I felt they had a valid complaint against the laws they were protesting. Still do. You may recall the High Court agreed and ruled it invalid forcing parliament to rewrite. I was unable to get any footing to stand up again after I slipped over on the down travelator and spent the entire trip down in the bleeding wound it caused to my under elbow. Staff rushed to make it look like they were helping but refused to give me so much as a a drink of water or paracetamol because she, the manager apparently, said that would be admitting liability.


Did I sue? No, only the wealthy, politically aligned, or asylum seekers have a right to sue in Australia. We have no legal aid for impoverished citizens to sue to enforce their legal rights in Australia under common law or civil law, despite the gravity or public interest of their case, and no private lawyer will represent me, so I'm forced to get a law degree to do it myself.


Probably the saddest part from all of this is that stupid people with their narrow pathetic ways of thinking actually believe that because I've been theoretically kicked from pillar to post that I'm some sacred little mouse. Buckley's.


Lowlife parasites bludging as state government public officers in South Australia, refused to acknowledge my own AUSTRALIAN birth certificate as my own. They insist it belongs to someone else. That PROVES the half-wits actually still believe I'm 14 years younger than I really am and they believe my name is Leanne Walters. Well I say where's the fuking DNA test to compare my DNA to Rex fukwit Walters, arseholes. Anyone who knew me knew I never swore until I had the misfortune to be confronted by a fukwit BOAT load of government public officers in inbred ADELAIDE AUSTRALIA. That I'm not currently blowing up government buildings is a credit to my high level of “government-fukwits” endurance.

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