Dear Nasty Bitch

Dear Nasty Bitch, who lives at 27 High Street, Biddeford, Maine.

I don't know your name, so I'll address you by the name you scream at my front door: Nasty Bitch. Are you aware that I am a full time vlogger and professional game live streamer, that I am recording live almost 24 hours a day, and when you stand here every morning, noon, and night,  beside my car, in front my home, screaming "Nasty Bitch", "Nasty Whore", and "Nasty Slut" that you are doing so live on Twitch TV in front of my viewers, and that each episode is then preserved forever on YouTube, where my viewers continue to watch you make a fool of yourself, for the rest of ... well... forever? This is my job. It's what I do for money, and I'm not very happy that you feel the need to get your 10 minutes of fame, by making a fool of yourself on my live streams every day.

Smile. You're on camera, you AND the men, you keep bringing over with you, and you have been, on my live streams, every day, for the past two months of your daily arriving here at my home, to scream at my car, because you are a Muslim hating bigot, who for whatever reason, has taken a personal offense to the fact that I CosPlay Avallac'h, a FICTIONAL Muslim character. I do wonder if you even know what the word "fictional" even means.

I don't know why you hate Muslims, or why you think Jesus tells you to stand beside my car, in front of my home, screaming "Nasty Bitch" every day, but, I thought you might like to know, that every time you do it, you are doing it live, on camera, on livestream, I stream 9 hours a day, vlog when not streaming, and the world is watching you make an absolute fool of yourself, and your religion, and being a Christian myself, I am well aware that Christianity, DOES NOT, teach its followers to be bigoted hate mongers like yourself. So please, stop blaming it on Christianity. I did see your boyfriend(?) beat you up a few weeks ago, on the sidewalk, over your not being Christian enough, and I'm sorry, but taking your frustrations with him, out on me and my car, is not a productive way of dealing with the fact he's abusing you.

You want to hate Muslims, fine, I disagree with it, but, you are entitled to your opinions, just go do it elsewhere. Me, my friends, my family, and my online followers are getting sick and tired of you arriving here at my front door, to have a Muslim hating meltdown over Avallac'h, a fictional character, every single night for the past 2 months.

You, woman, have a serious anger management issue, and are in desperate need of professional help. Please go do something productive with your life, like see the psychiatrist, you so desperately need to see. And go to the police about your man beating you up. They'll help you get away from him, whereas standing by my car screaming every day, won't do anything but get you arrested for harassing me. Are your parents, or your children, aware you do this, every time they leave for work and school and that this is what you do all day while you are alone?

Yes, I do know your father is in trouble with the police, he also probably doesn't like you screaming that fact on live Twitch TV for the whole world to hear either. Paul Martel, my aunt's 1st of 5 husbands, went to prison in 2015 for building the bomb that blew up my house. I'm fully aware, WHY the police are investigating your father and his connection to bomb builder Paul Martel but do you think telling everyone on Twitch was wise of you? Of course I know, why wouldn't I? It was my house the bomb blew up after all, it was my cats whose heads were nailed to the door, my motorhome bedroom that was pumped full of thousands of gallons of feces, my spine that has 3 ruptured discs from the shopping cart that was used as a weapon, my broken hip, my broken knees, it was my cousin Murphy whose head was cut off and left on the Ross Road, my garden where stands an 8 foot tall Ku Klux Klan cross, and those 5 dead people whom the FBI is trying to locate their murderer, well, again, my family, and I'm sorry, you are so inconvenienced by FBI agents interviewing your family, but there is that little issue of your father's connection to bomb builder Paul Martel and Paul's as of yet unidentified partner/driver who drives a 4-door-white pickup truck and who is wanted for 5 murders. Couldn't help but notice you get out of a 4-door-white truck to do your daily yelling at my front door.

Those are just the biggest attacks that have happened to my family since 2001, since YOUR family, suddenly decided to falsely accuse us of being Muslim, and flap your lying mouths around Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford, spreading your Muslim hating gossip, rumors, and lies about us. You're the same woman who falsely accused me of being transexual and transvestite a few years ago too. You too are the woman who calls both me and my car gay.

I was unaware the FBI was investigating your family however, until you took to yelling such information from the sidewalk for all to hear on my livestream. Perhaps, if your family didn't want to be the suspects in a FBI murder investigation, you should have thought about that BEFORE, you bomb building Muslim haters, built a bomb and falsely accused my Mormon family of being Muslim, left me paralyzed for 5 months, and crippled the rest of my life. I really don't think your father, would like to know that his daughter, is live on Twitch TV every day, making a fool of herself, in the background of my live streams, because she hates fictional Muslims Elves, just as much as she hates real live Muslim humans, and telling the world about Daddy R.M.'s police record. Does he know you did that? Does he know you scream up and down the street about his police record?

Your daddy, is my uncle-once-removed. I'm sure he'll see this soon enough, as I'm taping it to the window of my car, and he will find out what you've been doing every time he's not home, every day for the past 2 months... live... on camera... oh yeah, by the way, those men you keep bringing over, you might want to tell them to be a little more discreet with their crack and heroine deals, lot of people online watching that happen and sooner or later a police officer (or, I don't know, maybe FBI Agent Andy Drewer, who is in charge the murder investigation) is bound to see one of those videos of your drug dealer boyfriends, selling on the sidewalk, at 27 High St, in front of my car. Does Daddy R or Mommy V, know the type of men you bring around when they're not home? I recall your Mommy V, being VERY upset over the state police drug raid and the heroin found in your apartment last summer. Whole town heard her screaming. I don't think she'd be very happy to know you're bringing drug dealers into her home, yet again. And, also, do the men know about each other? They rotate quite a bit. You don't seem to be with them at the same time. Interesting, considering you stand in front of my home and call ME a whore, yet I've been with the same man for 31 years. He's the ONLY man I've been with in fact. You might want to look up the definition of the words "Nasty Bitch", "Nasty Slut" and "Nasty Whore", than take a look in the mirror. I ain't the one fucking a different man every night am I? It's YOUR vagina getting fucked by a different man every night, not mine. Are you SURE you know what the word "Whore" means? Does Mommy V know how many men you bring into her home, when she's not home? I'm sure the new landlord doesn't like you bringing drug dealers into the building either.

I'm tired of putting up with your shit every day. I don't know who you are or why you've decided to target me, my car, and my family, but please leave me alone. You're mad at the men in your life, not me (a total stranger whom you've never even met or taken the time to get to know before you lashed out your false accusations at my front door), nor are you mad at some fictional Elf from a video game whom it seems also know nothing about, and you know it. You're only calling me a slut and a whore, because you know you are one yourself. And hey, a bitch, by the way, is a woman in heat, who runs around screaming to get attention, so multiple men can fuck her. I wonder who it is around here doing that? Don't call other people, things that you know, you yourself are. Your men are treating you like shit, I know. I saw him beating you up. Vandalising my car, being a troll on my live streams, screaming yourself hoarse every day in front on my house (and in front my camera)... that's not gonna solve the problem. I'm a Gypsy. I grew up in a culture where men brutalised women. I've helped a lot of women like you in the past, get away from men like them. You could have come to me for help and I would have helped you. I'm not your boyfriends, so, stop taking your frustrations with them out on me or my car or my career. Try standing up to your men for once. You have the right to. Those men don't control you.

Don't let those men hurt you. It's not right, just like you standing at my front door screaming every day, calling me "Nasty Bitch", "Nasty Slut", and "Nasty Whore" because I CosPlay Avallac'h, a fiction Muslim, isn't right either. What you are doing is classified as Elder Abuse and harassing a Senior Citizen, and with your family's connection to the bomb that blew up my house, you're Muslim hating ass is starting to shine as the FBI's primary suspect. You know that, right? That IS why Agent Andy Drewer came over to question you, after all. I know I don't look as old as I am, but I was your age, back in the 1970s. I'm old enough to be your grandmother. Would you treat your grandmother, the way you treat me? I'm certainly glad I'm not your grandmother. I'd be ashamed to have a grandchild who acted like you.

Grow up and stop lashing out at random strangers because you've got issues with your men. And please stop jumping into my live streams every day, I grow bored with your childish behaviour. Me dressing like Avallac'h, or any other Muslim, is not bothering you. Please take your Muslim hating head out of your Bible thumping ass and stop bothering me, my family, and my car. Thank you.


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