


Every year since I “dated” Mick Jagger, who I never would’ve given the time of day if my memories weren’t glamour magicked, Melanie Hamrick has fabricated Valentine’s Day romance (read More Memory Glamour Evidence). Raggedy Anne does all this shit and pretends Mick did it for her. Subsequently getting the media to perpetuate her lies, paying them to publish the story. The rockstar doesn’t give a fuck about anyone beyond himself. Not a soul.
This year it’s crickets. Fearing for her life, Ratty Patty had no time to feign romance. Mick Jagger, Donald Trump and Rupert Murdoch got this bitch shook, literally. I encouraged her to release the evidence she found of the octogenarians trafficking operation, the very next day she was attacked (read Melanie Hamrick’s Physical Attack Is A Threat).
It’s all fun, games and blackmail, until an attempted kidnapping and murder goes wrong. With the victim finally realizing how close she is in proximity to Satan himself (read Revelation 9: The Antichrist Is…). It’s finally dawned on Melanie who the fuck she’s dealing with, that he will kill her and only I, a Goddess, can protect her. Mind you, he already doesn’t like her (read Melanie Hamrick And Kids Out Of Mick’s Will).
Note the date I publish this, if she suddenly uploads a belated V-Day tribute, it’s because she read this and is attempting to cover up the truth. Which wouldn’t be wise, as I’m her only hope for safety. When you dance with the Devil, you’re bound to get burned. The elites are learning that. Karma, Kali & Shiva. Via: Daily Mail





















