Radio Frequencies?

They say something about weak and then they say my sons name. I think it’s Cracker and Chris S. both of whom I can see remotely. One of the brunette’s is setting me up. (I think his name is Paul but he may have also been Chandler or Vega at one time. Joe doesn’t want me to write about him. He is worried but I think Leann just realized that the person I am talking about isn’t Paul.) There’s nothing to admit to. They don’t give a fu**. You know what they admitted to? Do you know what they did to my son? You know what they’re doing to me? “Poor Dak***, Poor Dak***” they are laughing telling me to collect some of my change. “Didn’t know how stupid she was.” Leave my kids alone I say. I hear mic feedback, they are talking crap and hypnotizing me. They are setting me up right now. Someone needs to hear them. They are riding a power trip high right now. You can feel it coming off of them. “Dak**** I made you a promise.” a male is saying now. What promise was that I am asking. They aren’t answering. They are laughing now. Saying something about Cracker squeezing my sons’ fingers back. Joe heard him screaming in pain. My son is a liability to them because of the things that they have done to him over the last two years. They are getting away with murder.