Manufacturing Need

Elon, his free speech lawyers, X staff, and probably a whole host of folks I've never heard of, never mind the folks at Facebook and Instagram - are at this moment manufacturing a need for digital ID.

For good or for bad (and I have my opinions on this, never you mind) we are at the point where these despicable companies steal your identity - allow others to steal your identity - and then they try to sell it back to you.

This is called "manufacturing need".  Of course they are the forerunners in AI and facial recognition - yet still they are quite incapable of detecting false accounts - even with hundreds of their users filing fraud reports.

It's all quite literally a scam - on the part of these evil folks - like Elon - whose goal is to create a DEMAND for his technologies.

If you want to be connected you'll have to go through him... and his army of sex and bitcoin bots, and his never-ending spam adverts, and his ENORMOUS EGO and corresponding god complex.

They create the need - then sell you the remedy.

Despite having paid for the blue check mark - I was still impersonated regularly on X.

Now... it's become a joke - I have to endure - as I witness the blatant theft of the only thing I own... my name and identity.

On top of a debilitating genetic condition (needlessly exacerbated by the stress this theft causes), on top of trying to go back to school with disabilities, as well as other health issues, on top of hurdling YEARS of surgeries and terrible employers (like Verde Foods/CFO New Mexico and Site Santa Fe)... I have to come up with ways to defend myself.

It would seem easy, and perhaps it would be, if I hadn't been conditioned via a lifetime of narcissistic abuse and neglect from not only my parents and my spouse, but also from my doctors, my employers, AND my sources of entertainment. 

Unfortunately, I was trained over decades to think poorly of myself and my needs. 

You see... I was one of those kids never taught to defend myself, despite my abusive father putting a gun in my hands at 5-years-old.

So, here I am... standing on top of this mountain in Rio Rancho, New Mexico - asking y'all to at least have the balls to face me directly, to - at the very least - look me in the eye as you take the only thing of value I own.

Sincerely,

Raena Exe
AKA Odyne La Fee
The Storyteller

© Raena Exe 2024
 
 

*All rights reserved.

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