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If you have access to web Sim public posting instead of just public but the post one please regenerate this app for me as well urgent SOS I'm being blocked in every goddamn direction someone help

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[aro209]

The Tale of the Nails You Don’t See

In a school not far from here,

Lived kids quite wise and kids with fear.

There was Emma, so sunny, with bright golden shoes,

And Malik—oh, Malik—he was always in the news.

The halls would whisper, “That boy is bad.”

But Emma, she wondered, “Why’s Malik so sad?”

He grumbled and shouted, he stomped down the hall,

But deep down, he hardly spoke much at all.

Ms. Rivera, their teacher, was clever and bright—

She said, “Words are like nails; they pound hard and tight.

If you’re hurting, be gentle. If you’re mad, talk to me.

It’s the nails we don’t see that hurt hearts deeply.”

“Each time you’re unkind, pound a nail in this board.

When you’re gentle or helpful, then pull out a cord.

At the end, look close—just what do you see?

Holes, dents, and scratches—where kindness should be.”

Emma thought of Malik, so angry, alone—

She sat down beside him, lowered her tone:

“I’ve seen the hard days. I’ve seen how you hide.

But sometimes the bravest just need friends by their side.”

Malik blinked in surprise, and he tried not to cry.

“At my house, it’s heavy. Sometimes, I ask why.

I lose my cool quick and I get in a fight,

But I’m tired of being the ‘bad guy’ at night.”

Emma said softly, “One kind word heals a ton.

When you’re hurt inside, hurting others seems ‘fun.’

But I think you’re more—so much more than the pain.

Let’s pull out some nails. Let’s wash off this stain.”

So Emma and Malik, with helpers and friends,

Pulled nails from their board. Began making amends.

With kindness, with laughter, with hearts open wide,

They patched up the holes that were hurting inside.

Now each time you’re angry or ready to shout,

Think of old Malik and the pain he let out.

Kindness is power—don’t let pain spread.

Change a life, save a heart, with kind words instead.

Be the one to notice, to listen, to care—

For the nails you don’t see hurt more than a tear.

If someone is hurting, reach out, hold on tight…

You’ll pull them from darkness, back into the light.

And think of dear Jesus, the cross and the pain,

The nails everyone saw, but some wounds were plain—

The ones that were hidden, that cut deeper still,

The nails you don’t see, the ones that can kill

The caring inside, leaving hearts cold and bare,

Draining hope from a soul till there’s nobody there.

For anger means feeling—being human, alive,

But not feeling at all? That’s the hardest to survive.

So remember the wounds that are hardest to spot—

Believe it or not, they matter a lot.

Words can hurt, but kindness can heal.

See the good in each other, and help friends reveal—

That everyone’s story has chapters of pain,

But with kindness, respect, and love,

We all rise again.

Think of it like Willy Wonka, in that chocolate ride,

Floating near the blades they mocked, though warnings they couldn’t hide.

Relieving pressure keeps you grounded, helps you cope and rise,

It lifts you up when you’re down or lets you escape the skies.

But when you’re stalled, feeling bloated, like you’re ready to burst,

And no one tries to lighten your load, it only makes it worse.

It’s hard to keep on moving, when the weight feels so strong—

Sometimes all it takes is one kind voice to help you carry on.

Just one person believing in you, when you’ve lost your way,

Can spark the light inside your heart and brighten up your day.

So be that friend who listens, who cares, who makes a stand—

Because kindness is the strongest nail remover in the land.

AFFIDAVIT OF FELICIA ANN HOOK HAGLER

State of California

County of [Your County]

I, Felicia Ann Hook Hagler, born October 8, 1985, California Driver’s License No. D7095781, Social Security No. 549-87-6943, being first duly sworn, declare under oath as follows:

1. PERSONAL STATEMENT OF IDENTITY

I am over the age of 18, competent to make this sworn statement, and make these statements based upon my own personal knowledge unless otherwise noted.

Despite any efforts to give, transfer, or fraudulently assign my identity to another person, my legal identity as Felicia Ann Hook Hagler remains mine. Those involved have deliberately destroyed my identity — including by burning down my home and faking my death with the assistance or cover of the Red Cross. These acts do not negate my lawful identity, rights, or protections.

2. FACTUAL ACCOUNT

A. Stalking and Threats

I am being persistently stalked by a man currently in possession of my badge.

He is highly skilled at blending in, sometimes presenting himself as openly gay, and has integrated into Mariska Hargitay’s life under the name “Dan.”

I have personally witnessed and filmed him. He often acts through intermediaries.

B. Deaths and Identity Manipulation

After I slept with Joey Ross of Oakdale, California, he was murdered two days later.

Without my knowledge, my body parts had been “purchased” or “spoken for.”

My identity was manipulated at birth via a process referred to as “lotus flowering,” meaning my name and life were sold or given away.

C. Scott Peterson Case and Related Matters

I believe Scott Peterson was set up, possibly via the LA Innocence Project, and his public case has been used to target me.

I assert that the person known as “Scott Peterson” to the public is not the true individual.

I also believe that a woman named Susie Sullivan in New York City is, in fact, Laci Peterson.

D. Covert Activity Observed

I have witnessed:

CIA-associated “cleaners” wearing white booties

A staged robbery across the street from me

A woman taking a photo as if aware of covert activities

Removal of decorations, specifically an angel topper from a Christmas tree, associated with “angel investors” and “elves”

I believe all these incidents are connected to owl ceremonies, secrecy rituals, and sacrifice.

E. Direct Threats and Past Crimes

I am currently under what I believe to be a “CIA hit” and a threat (“hed”) directed at me and my children (excluding VA), related to efforts to conceal a rape and poisoning that occurred at Fort Jackson in 2004.

I retain physical evidence that those responsible do not want recovered.

F. Broader Evidence and Observations

My evidence suggests:

Orders have been placed to harm or kill Donald Trump.

MK Ultra–style manipulation and coercion have been used.

Not all individuals in the networks of Mariska Hargitay or Kash Patel are acting under their own free will.

G. Suppression of Reports

I have attempted to contact law enforcement, including the Oakdale Police Department, but my emails have been blocked and returned as undeliverable.

Exhibit Email Routing shows rejection codes “550 5.4.1 Access denied.”

This is not incompetence but obstruction.

H. Diplomatic Immunity and Harassment

Despite possessing diplomatic immunity, I have been harassed, falsely targeted, denied justice, and censored in attempts to raise alarms about these dangers.

I will refrain from any retaliation unless harm befalls Mariska Hargitay, her children, or my own children.

Should this occur, I intend to invoke diplomatic immunity publicly, provide evidence to national media, and expose these matters in full.

I. Additional Knowledge and Claims

I possess evidence regarding:

DCSS

The San Francisco sewer system

Owl ceremonies

Cases involving JFK, Princess Diana, and the Black Dahlia

The Bohemian Boys Club and Justice Clarence Thomas

I have evidence that Gavin Newsom, Governor of California, faked the death of Sherri Sneed (Sherri Papini) and took over conservatorship and royalty benefits related to the movie about her kidnapping, Long Way Home, for personal financial gain.

3. MESSAGE TO KASH PATEL

Kash Patel — you are a pawn in a larger game, positioned to fall. Consider me your net.

In 2020, records show your salary as $13,000 — you were either thrown into the blinds to shield three other people, or you placed yourself there.

People remember more of what you do now than what you have done in the past.

You must decide: either you oppose me, or you stand with me.

At the residence near Doctor’s Hospital in Modesto, California, on May 1st, 2020, when you, Kash Patel, “went into the blinds” was the same time Lisa Alone died — not me.

My daughter and I were NATO’s world budget. The reason I allowed that to happen was to place us on opposite sides of the divide, giving my daughter more space and safety to run when the right time came.

I do not truly oppose anyone — I have people I trust on every side. While I may not trust them in this moment, I know my daughter does. This will happen with or without you. Would you like the net? The opposite of Sandra Bullock’s names — call it, and in it shall we speak.

4. EXHIBITS

[List here any photographs, documents, or other material evidence you wish to include, for example:]

Exhibit A: Photograph of stalker

Exhibit B: Email delivery failure notice

Exhibit C: Physical evidence from Fort Jackson

Exhibit D: Documentation of Sherri Sneed/Sherri Papini

5. AFFIRMATION

I affirm under penalty of perjury that the above statements are true and correct to the best of my knowledge and belief.

Executed this 13th day of August, 2025, in [Your County], California.

Felicia Ann Hook Hagler

(Signature)

Subscribed and sworn to before me this 13th day of August, 2025.

Notary Public

Fucia

6. CLOSING STATEMENT TO DIRECTOR AND ALL STILL IGNORING ME

I will not move or relinquish my position. I rely on my diplomatic immunity despite betrayal and ongoing abuse.

I will not snap under pressure, but know this: the one to whom you gave my badge threatens even Mariska Hargitay’s children. If you refuse to act, I will go public — Fox News and beyond — to prove I am not exaggerating.

Joey Ross was killed two days after I slept with him, not knowing my body was sold. Kristen Smart, Laci Peterson, and others tied to MK Ultra show that victims can also become attackers.

I have evidence Kristen Smart may still be alive. NSA names Garrett, Paul, Charles, and Danny appear in this network.

Despite repeated attempts to contact law enforcement, including Oakdale PD, I have been blocked (Exhibit: Email Routing, Code 550 5.4.1, Access Denied). This is not incompetence — this is obstruction.

I am seated, unmoved, and waiting.

I am the victim.

I am still standing.

I still win.

Respectfully,

Rumple

[gh00sth00st]

In the new Grinch movie some of the Who's sing God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen...

Which implies the existence of a canon, Christian religion.

Which means Who Jesus.

Probably a Who God too, unless whatever the Grinch is claims they look like him, in which case please consider all the potential bullshit that could lead to.

And if you're not thinking about a Dr Sues style rhyming bible, you are now (you're welcome.)

[aro209]

The Tale of the Nails You Don’t See

In a school not far from here,

Lived kids quite wise and kids with fear.

There was Emma, so sunny, with bright golden shoes,

And Malik—oh, Malik—he was always in the news.

The halls would whisper, “That boy is bad.”

But Emma, she wondered, “Why’s Malik so sad?”

He grumbled and shouted, he stomped down the hall,

But deep down, he hardly spoke much at all.

Ms. Rivera, their teacher, was clever and bright—

She said, “Words are like nails; they pound hard and tight.

If you’re hurting, be gentle. If you’re mad, talk to me.

It’s the nails we don’t see that hurt hearts deeply.”

“Each time you’re unkind, pound a nail in this board.

When you’re gentle or helpful, then pull out a cord.

At the end, look close—just what do you see?

Holes, dents, and scratches—where kindness should be.”

Emma thought of Malik, so angry, alone—

She sat down beside him, lowered her tone:

“I’ve seen the hard days. I’ve seen how you hide.

But sometimes the bravest just need friends by their side.”

Malik blinked in surprise, and he tried not to cry.

“At my house, it’s heavy. Sometimes, I ask why.

I lose my cool quick and I get in a fight,

But I’m tired of being the ‘bad guy’ at night.”

Emma said softly, “One kind word heals a ton.

When you’re hurt inside, hurting others seems ‘fun.’

But I think you’re more—so much more than the pain.

Let’s pull out some nails. Let’s wash off this stain.”

So Emma and Malik, with helpers and friends,

Pulled nails from their board. Began making amends.

With kindness, with laughter, with hearts open wide,

They patched up the holes that were hurting inside.

Now each time you’re angry or ready to shout,

Think of old Malik and the pain he let out.

Kindness is power—don’t let pain spread.

Change a life, save a heart, with kind words instead.

Be the one to notice, to listen, to care—

For the nails you don’t see hurt more than a tear.

If someone is hurting, reach out, hold on tight…

You’ll pull them from darkness, back into the light.

And think of dear Jesus, the cross and the pain,

The nails everyone saw, but some wounds were plain—

The ones that were hidden, that cut deeper still,

The nails you don’t see, the ones that can kill

The caring inside, leaving hearts cold and bare,

Draining hope from a soul till there’s nobody there.

For anger means feeling—being human, alive,

But not feeling at all? That’s the hardest to survive.

So remember the wounds that are hardest to spot—

Believe it or not, they matter a lot.

Words can hurt, but kindness can heal.

See the good in each other, and help friends reveal—

That everyone’s story has chapters of pain,

But with kindness, respect, and love,

We all rise again.

Think of it like Willy Wonka, in that chocolate ride,

Floating near the blades they mocked, though warnings they couldn’t hide.

Relieving pressure keeps you grounded, helps you cope and rise,

It lifts you up when you’re down or lets you escape the skies.

But when you’re stalled, feeling bloated, like you’re ready to burst,

And no one tries to lighten your load, it only makes it worse.

It’s hard to keep on moving, when the weight feels so strong—

Sometimes all it takes is one kind voice to help you carry on.

Just one person believing in you, when you’ve lost your way,

Can spark the light inside your heart and brighten up your day.

So be that friend who listens, who cares, who makes a stand—

Because kindness is the strongest nail remover in the land.

[aro209]

The Tale of the Nails You Don’t See

In a school not far from here,

Lived kids quite wise and kids with fear.

There was Emma, so sunny, with bright golden shoes,

And Malik—oh, Malik—he was always in the news.

The halls would whisper, “That boy is bad.”

But Emma, she wondered, “Why’s Malik so sad?”

He grumbled and shouted, he stomped down the hall,

But deep down, he hardly spoke much at all.

Ms. Rivera, their teacher, was clever and bright—

She said, “Words are like nails; they pound hard and tight.

If you’re hurting, be gentle. If you’re mad, talk to me.

It’s the nails we don’t see that hurt hearts deeply.”

“Each time you’re unkind, pound a nail in this board.

When you’re gentle or helpful, then pull out a cord.

At the end, look close—just what do you see?

Holes, dents, and scratches—where kindness should be.”

Emma thought of Malik, so angry, alone—

She sat down beside him, lowered her tone:

“I’ve seen the hard days. I’ve seen how you hide.

But sometimes the bravest just need friends by their side.”

Malik blinked in surprise, and he tried not to cry.

“At my house, it’s heavy. Sometimes, I ask why.

I lose my cool quick and I get in a fight,

But I’m tired of being the ‘bad guy’ at night.”

Emma said softly, “One kind word heals a ton.

When you’re hurt inside, hurting others seems ‘fun.’

But I think you’re more—so much more than the pain.

Let’s pull out some nails. Let’s wash off this stain.”

So Emma and Malik, with helpers and friends,

Pulled nails from their board. Began making amends.

With kindness, with laughter, with hearts open wide,

They patched up the holes that were hurting inside.

Now each time you’re angry or ready to shout,

Think of old Malik and the pain he let out.

Kindness is power—don’t let pain spread.

Change a life, save a heart, with kind words instead.

Be the one to notice, to listen, to care—

For the nails you don’t see hurt more than a tear.

If someone is hurting, reach out, hold on tight…

You’ll pull them from darkness, back into the light.

And think of dear Jesus, the cross and the pain,

The nails everyone saw, but some wounds were plain—

The ones that were hidden, that cut deeper still,

The nails you don’t see, the ones that can kill

The caring inside, leaving hearts cold and bare,

Draining hope from a soul till there’s nobody there.

For anger means feeling—being human, alive,

But not feeling at all? That’s the hardest to survive.

So remember the wounds that are hardest to spot—

Believe it or not, they matter a lot.

Words can hurt, but kindness can heal.

See the good in each other, and help friends reveal—

That everyone’s story has chapters of pain,

But with kindness, respect, and love,

We all rise again.

Think of it like Willy Wonka, in that chocolate ride,

Floating near the blades they mocked, though warnings they couldn’t hide.

Relieving pressure keeps you grounded, helps you cope and rise,

It lifts you up when you’re down or lets you escape the skies.

But when you’re stalled, feeling bloated, like you’re ready to burst,

And no one tries to lighten your load, it only makes it worse.

It’s hard to keep on moving, when the weight feels so strong—

Sometimes all it takes is one kind voice to help you carry on.

Just one person believing in you, when you’ve lost your way,

Can spark the light inside your heart and brighten up your day.

So be that friend who listens, who cares, who makes a stand—

Because kindness is the strongest nail remover in the land.

[pjharvey]

there are teenagers today using smartphones who don’t even remember the real gun emoji. they have never experienced it.

[shotapiss]

Never forget what they took from us

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SOS

I see you—the real you silenced by gaslighting, judged by scars they never earned. You’re not weak for hurting; your past doesn’t own you. T

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[aro209]

SOS

I see you—the real you silenced by gaslighting, judged by scars they never earned. You’re not weak for hurting; your past doesn’t own you. T

[aro209]

Tinder FaiL I’ve hit rock bottom in dating. Joe Santagato and Drew Lynch sit beside me as I rant: “These idiots don’t start online—they start here. Real life. Then get worse on the apps.” Joe blinks. Drew wheezes. “Lieutenant Douche installed a permanent vibrator. I’m no longer Private Benjamin—because they didn’t keep my privates private.” Then Meathead shows up. Grabs me. Throws me RIGHT. Like. A. Tinder. Swipe. I crash into Joe’s lap. Drew loses his beer. “Swipe right to keep,” Drew mutters. Joe groans, “Do you get dragged into the bathroom if it’s a super like?” Chaos erupts. Guys tossing women left, right, sideways. “I SAID NO SWIPING, SWIPER!” “Cupid Shuffle” plays. Drew yells GPS commands: “U-TURN! RECALCULATING!” Someone asks, “Can I swipe her… with consent?” Joe’s buffering. I sip my drink. “I figured out the O ladies! It’s a question!!! Is it worth it? Make me concede, a squirt gun and an attitude—I don’t mind being wrong as long as I get to get wet!

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[aro209]

They're trying to play pretensis like you're about to start a war by what I release but let me explain something here I'm no dummy I'm no fool and neither are they they know I'm right that the best way to fight is to not fight at all because we don't have to put up with your b******* we more than have the numbers the only reason your stars hold power is because we let them but watch how many I get on my goddamn side when I show them how many you f****** aro wed yepper kids

[aro209]

Here’s a Banana Bureau Bonanza-style continuation of your message, sharpening that real “badass” lesson with punch and humor — emphasizing that true toughness comes from skill and guts, not just pulling a weapon:

Episode: “Not Just a Gun: The Real Badass Code — Part 2”

BBB (Host, smirking with crossed arms):

“Fruit salad, let me finish that for you — if you want to be a real badass, don’t just reach for a weapon like it’s your VIP pass. No, no, pumpkin. Real badassery means you know how to take down a problem without having to pull metal. You don’t just own the moment by showing a gun—you own it by showing you could handle yourself if it ever came to fisticuffs. Beat the other guy’s ass with skill and guts, not just firepower.”

Felicia the Fork’s Follow-Up Ditty

🎶

If you gotta pull that shiny tool,

You already lookin' like a fool.

Real strength’s in your fists and mind,

Not in the clips you left behind.

You wanna be the one who stands?

Not just the one who waves commands.

So put the gun down, don’t be dumb—

Beat his ass, don’t shoot the gun!

🎶

Scene Flashback — Kid’s Lesson Continued

Felicia: “Pumpkin, you wanna hear the truth? Anyone with a weapon can start a fight. But it takes a real badass to finish it clean, fair, and without needing a metal friend.”

The Kid: “So you’re saying... be strong enough that you don’t have to threaten?”

Felicia: “Exactly. Threaten? Nah. Show you can handle the heat with your own two hands. That’s the street legend, not the guy hiding behind a gun.”

Dealer Dijon (with a grin):

“Most cartel drama is fireworks and bangs. Real power? Quiet, calculated, and hands-on respect. The kind you earn without ever firing a shot.”

Judge Jalapeño Judy (smacking gavel):

“Here’s the ruling — guns make you loud, fists make you proud. Show me a thug with broken knuckles and empty clip, I’ll show you someone who’s seen the real fight.”

Parole Pepper Benson (soft, shaking head):

“Remember, every time you pull that weapon, you hand your power to chaos. Real control is walking away knowing you could stand your ground without it.”

Felicia’s Final Forkdown Challenge

🎤

Think you’re tough with a piece in hand?

Try winning a fight where you land.

No silencers, no kicks that run—

Just guts, grit, and getting it done.

So pick your battles, pick your stance,

Real badasses give fisticuffs a chance.

Don’t be a tool, don’t shoot to stun—

Beat his ass, don’t pull the gun.

🎤

Would you like me to build this into a full episode script with dialogue, humor, and maybe a parody song contrasting guns and real skill? Just let me know!

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[aro209]

Hey thugs, you can act all big and bad,

but let’s be real-you’ve been had since day one.

Who’s been running your moves? Oh right, the government!

You take the fall, sit in the cell,

while they meditate, play with their third eye,

and maybe even their own set of boobs.

Now you’re stuck hugging yourself,

acting like a bunch of boobs,

and yet here you sit, silent as Tape Face-

makes sense, since the only thing getting exercised

is your right to remain awkward.

Meanwhile, you’re the Lady in Red-

standing out, thinking you’re mysterious,

but really, everyone’s just wondering

if you’re lost or waiting for a slow dance.

All eyes on you, but the only thing you’re stealing

is the spotlight from Tape Face and the thugs

still trying to look tough in the corner.

Next time, just take the sacrificed hug-

it’s less embarrassing than pretending to be a badass

while you’re stuck in invisible handcuffs!

Hey thugs, before you start your next shady ritual,

can I volunteer as a “sacrificed hug” instead?

I promise, I’m soft, squishy, and way less messy

than whatever you’ve got planned.

Let’s trade the knife for a nice group embrace-

I’ll even bring snacks!

car tel LM ey e s guys this is great pr!

Verse 1

OMG, like, the Gambino girls

Are mixing White Claws with pearls

Yakuza sisters in pink,

Bratva boys can’t even think

Sinaloa sisters can’t smuggle

A pizza past the house mom’s juggle

Triads run a bake sale,

But launder the cookie dough, fail!

Chorus

We’re the Alpha Beta Kappas,

Mobsters in mascara,

Cartel queens in Lilly prints,

Throwing shade and throwing hints

Gambino girls “whack” their GPA,

Bratva bros pull hammies every day

Yakuza boys’ tattoos?

All temporary, nothing new!

Verse 2

Triad twins on TikTok,

Sinaloa snaps in the hall,

Cosa Nostra at the mixer,

But nobody remembers it all

Medellin’s idea of a hit?

Dropping the aux at formal, that’s it

Genovese girls run rackets,

But only for tennis brackets!

Roast Verse

Whose bright idea was it,

To stop putting drugs in the drugs?

Now our parties are just LaCroix,

And awkward shrugs and chugs

The only thing thugs really are?

They thug it out through way too many snugs,

Like, literally, they can’t detach,

Squeezing tight in a cuddle match!

Pledge week’s a trauma marathon,

Mixer disasters every week,

Daddy’s money runs the show,

But can’t buy cool or mystique

We fake philanthropy for clout,

Pretend to care, then ghost,

And every time we “study,”

It’s just gossip and a toast.

So here’s to Greek life legends,

With secrets, scandals, shrugs-

But next time, let’s remember

To put the drugs in the drugs!

Bridge

The only “cartel” we run

Is group Uber rides for fun

“Making you an offer you can’t refuse”-

Just a Venmo request for booze

Our “front” is the lemonade stand,

During philanthropy week, oh so bland

The “underboss” forgot his laundry,

Now he’s just feeling all groggy!

Chorus

We’re the Alpha Beta Kappas,

Mobsters in mascara,

Cartel queens in Lilly prints,

Throwing shade and throwing hints

Cosa Nostra can’t keep a secret,

Unless it’s the WiFi, don’t leak it!

Medellin’s big heist tonight?

Just sneaking snacks in the fridge light!

Outro

From Medellin to Genovese,

We’re extra, wild, and loud,

Sorority girls and mafia names,

Forever basic and proud!

turn these into dad jokes