Thank you Meena. You’d rather have me a drugged zombie and protect poor darling Prakash Saint Paul; for all the crimes and treachery he has committed against me throughout history and this life! You are really afraid to face the truth!
I will never accept anything from anybody, if it comes with Prakash Saint Paul’s bidding or if it comes with him. Whether it be from Donald Trump, the Labor Party or the Liberals, or any other entity on this planet.
You know, I should be abusive with all these people, but I can’t; because they will use it against me to drug me further and prove I am insane.
The evil psychiatrist by the name of Pinto at the emergency informed me that I shouted out I want to kill my brother-in-law. Thank you, Meena, now give them more evidence so that they can drug me further, because I am unwell, not the one who committed treachery against me. I swear today, that I will never accept anything from anyone that comes with Prakash’s bidding. And you haven’t realised how much I hate you!
Even before I entered the Emergency Ward, I was told that if I even stirred from my bed; I would be injected. How demeaning is that. Does anyone with any dignity or self-esteem, be treated like that. I know you all want to vindicate Prakash Saint Paul. Because it is easier to partner treachery than truth.
Donald Trump, thank you for punishing me, instead of the real culprit. Get lost! I did you favours, for which I don’t want anything in return.
I asked some black bitch for water. She was sleeping on her job. She rudely pointed to the sink tap. In this place, you have to even beg for drinking water. The kitchen is locked. And you can’t get any water or tea when you want it. The meals are atrocious, I haven’t eaten anything since I came here. Just two very cold sandwiches from the freezer. And I am constipated.
The evil Labor Party got the nurses in the emergency ward to forcefully inject some circumspect fluid into my thigh and they kept insisting that I should take some drug or the other. Meena, thank you for subjecting me to treacherous Albanese and Labor Party’s vile treatment of me and making me victim to them for life. Meena now, you are able to use this card against me all my life. I just don’t think I will ever forgive you!
Hey, Prakash Saint Paul, aren’t you a Laborer? Get fucked to the Labor party! And dance with Albanese in the Piscean deep sea
Shame! Shame! Labor Party. Do you think there won’t be any retribution for the crimes and treachery you committed against me? I damn you for eternity!!!
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