RETRIBUTION - SMOKE & THUNDER
Does this ring a bell, Tanit CHEARAVANONT you little bitch?!
Your TIME IS HERE! LIKEWISE, everyone like you and your invisible masters have arrived at their most agonizing hour of torment and decay.
Looks like Invincibility seems to be an illusion, your boats perforated, the souls you tormented have transmogrified into fishes to consume your rotten carcass group like a humungous scrumptious fillet!
Now you're going to be wailing siphoning sympathy, but your adversaries will grow more ruthless and bloodthirsty inundating your fragile boat, to disfigure your bones and extract the marrow out of you!
Just like you did! Remember?!
Tommy!! Oh, I mean Tanit Chearavanont, let me help you out with a meditation!
Visualize my foot on your neck, stepping on your face till you lose consciousness, and that's how your pain will augment into further dread, and you'll begin chewing on a slipper because there are no shrimp left!
And voila, your agony is far from alleviated, just as the torment I wish for you!
THE WORLD has lost its shrimp 'cause of the worm seeking to do experiments on every unwitting living specie, your little outsourced family of shitheads, watchdog for the CATHOLIC CHURCH.
CLAP CLAP!!!PAYBACK IS HERE!!
Your deal is in the dung, you're no longer a pompous fake imposter billionaire with a fake ass net worth.
Even Forbes list with its fake analytics has ostracized your accursed presence. You've been wiped off the list, by a mere can company lol!
Ladies and gentlemen, 0001 is now stinky Forbes Thailand NUMBER 2, next year's issue, you and your master's shall make it big in the obituary section of a b grade newspaper!
You want to scrub my toilet maybe? Or perhaps, clean my drain oh wait you can't clean a shit hole with a shithead, my bad.
Your larcenous company is being dismantled, dissolved into oblivion speedily. I LOVE IT!!!
TEARS OF A CROCODILE:
I have come to notice this very strange yet very prevalent phenomenon: The irony of ironies is that when the humongous tyrannical figures in society – the ones with all the money, monopoly, businesses, empires…you get the gist… begin losing ground, on the same ground that they were doing narcissistic backflips upon some time back, they roll out protocol – “Siphoning sympathy for themselves.”
Piping sympathy after joining house to house, killing the poor quite brutally showing no remorse, and now when they have the slightest damage and loss of ground, the game begins.
The game of gaining
PUBLIC PRAISE
ACCLAIM and
SYMPATHY.
When was the last time you, as a working-class person, were allowed to cry beyond half a day over a loss you faced?
The answer is – you couldn't afford to. You had to wipe your little soggy face and get back to paying the bills with the cash you had to stack up and get back to serving the Billionaires, with bloodshot eyes and a sorrowful heart.
There's ZERO sympathy for a crocodile shedding tears. When it doesn't get your head between its sharp bladelike teeth, it cries to coerce you into buying their act.
These individuals usually start with a poisonous engineered seed, plant it to grow a venomous society, engineering and rearing culture/education, to harvest wickedness and pain in the masses. Laughing their way to the bank, and we must shed a tear and show our solidarity to all their staged purposes and performances. Clap clap.
Give me a damn break!
Everything's a political campaign to retain monopoly, ensuring that the handle of the dagger is at its tightest grip through any outcome in their hands, and the pointed blade is always at the 99 percent of the population.
It's like when a crazy dog has bitten billion unsuspecting victims, kids and adults alike and you throw a stone at it to shun it away. It howls and makes it appear as though it's your fault that you didn't get bitten by this wicked adversarial dog. The dog barks around town about how you have wronged it and rolls in the dust throwing a tantrum. These crazy dogs are just the tyrants playing with public perception, while you're still paying your last buck as interest to the banks they own, behind the scenes, and you've also got to cry for their losses now?!!!??!
Cry me a river, crazy dog! I'm not buying it, neither are many woke people out there. Hahaha.
This article is for the late billionaire Chearavanont family & their invisible mousy masters hiding under the bunkers in their shit holes, after constructing this infrastructure of torment and doom, further incentivizing insecure power-crazy Pussycats like Dhanin Chearavanont and family.
Tanit your grandpa has left you a FORTUNE lol!!
This article shall spear through this family, Roman Catholic Church, and all his silent investors.
The Prawn and the King of the Prawn are no more, Mayday Mayday, the world needs a new Shrimp Supplier!!!
Unrigging the rigged,
A&J
A letter to an old sport
// poetry