Dirty Feds and Crippled Bacon

In 2017 I called my cousin Anthony Ducre desperate. At that time, I was still so traumatized I was lying to myself about who, and what Anthony was.

I believe all survivors have their own unique ways of coping. One can classify them all day long, but in the end each coping mechanism is specifically tailored to the person it was intended for.

In my case I lived in a fantasy world. A world where my ‘savior’ was real, and the people that were supposed to care actually cared, and the crushing weight of the reality that this world IS hell, and the devils and demons in this hell ARE the people. All of whom are capable of atrocities more evil and profane and unimaginable than any Demon could produce.

The tortures, and hells, and persecutions of history, those weren’t demons, or Satan, or hell. That was PEOPLE, and a bunch of Liber 333 cult freaks using religion to control them. It’s literally in their doctrine…. If anyone actually ever took the time to read.

They’re all too busy going gambling and throwing torture jester parties instead.

I should have known, I told Anthony I couldn’t talk that day, I told him they had the children in the apartment next door, and they were watching me… He PROMISED me he would come back and check on me and talk to me. He PROMISED.

Instead, he went and found my daughter right where I told him, then he went and gave her right back to the lying filth that sold us to Fuat so they could go shopping in Paris in the first place. Because Todd and Phil were both Anthony’s OoohRah military butt buddies, so why would he even bother speaking to me again?

Instead, he helped them rape me, and he helped them attempt to break my back, and leave me for dead in a dumpster after his parting ‘gift’ to me was a cup of soup from my ex favorite cousin.

Anthony got a promotion and a new truck after that, and that’s all Phillip and Todd needed. After that they didn’t even have to try, Anthony did all the work for them.

I remember calling Anthony when I got to Boston, actually worried about HIM. He told me “How did you get this number!? I can’t help you.” And he hung up on me and that is the last I ever spoke to my cousin Ducre, excepting when he broke into my rental in Denver uninvited and unannounced after Cristina and Annie’s hack and slash assault and Lynn leaving me with fractured ribs and he took pictures of dog shit while I was lying in bed rolling around in agony barely able to move.

Oh, Anthony just loved all the trips to the races and the new truck that he got in exchange for leaving me there though.

Because that’s what happens to honest and loyal women who tell rape pig Phillip no. And Phillip just loooooved smearing the fact that he had my cousin not even speaking to me right in my face.

It got to the point where I couldn’t even file a police report in Seattle. Ducre’s ‘friend” Leenstra would show up to take the report with an “oh I know you, you’re Ducre’s cousin”.

Then I found out in 2019, years later that not only had Ducre been following me around helping Todd and Phil abuse me in exchange for handouts, but he was also speaking with Detectives in Denver telling them “Not to investigate” “that it would never go to court” and that “the kids were fine, the family and them, and I was crazy” ….

After February 2020 where they drugged me and smeared my face with dog shit and tried to force me to hand over rights to my company so it would become “Jim’s business” … I tried to file a police report on all of it. ‘Detective” Mandy Davis of DPD wouldn’t even take the report. Told me flat out that “she spoke to Ducre, and to Hawaii, and neither were doing anything because it was never going to court” ….

Since then, Ducre has introduced the rest of my estranged family to my sex traffickers, and all the dirty federal govt pigs that Tony is blackmailing.

Back in 2018 when Todd emailed me pretending to be Ashir “needing tax information and all the contact information of my closest kin” … even I wasn’t fool enough to fall for that, but obviously all he needed was my piece of trash dirty cop cousin for that, and my piece of trailer trash jealous lying filth pig Aunt Susan to give them all a Colorado state address confidentiality program protected address so she could go shopping.

Thing about police departments…. They don’t’ do anything if a bunch of dirty federal pigs tell them not to.

“Investigator” Bisset sneered at me over the phone that she “highly doubted the federal government was doing anything to help me” … of course they aren’t “Investigator”.

That’s because they’re too busy fabricating evidence with a bunch of convicts and pedophiles to try and frame an innocent woman so their disgusting criminal informant Tony Gross, Jeff Ragsdale, David Taylor, Dwayne Meyers etc. doesn’t put them in jail.

Turns out Tony hid some of his ‘tools’ from the jobs the dirty fed pigs sent him on.

Too bad he never told them I was one of them.

“Biggest and Greatest Firework ever” …. More like walking USB drive.

Boom.