It helps to be a billionaire trust fund baby who is also a mastermind of Santeria

 No one is trying to deport you! You fly in and out of America easily and first class, probably. That’s what it is! You are a spoiled brat! Everyone in your family is used to getting whatever they want because of the family money, connections, appearances, and of course Santeria. You can’t take a joke! You can’t handle losing! You can’t even handle seeing your distant cousin lose! WTF? Anyway, you think you’re better than everyone else and you are used to being treated like a celebrity in Venezuela. You must have been so shocked and frustrated when things weren’t so free…of consequences, due to differing cultural values. It’s all about freedom, right? You never know.  If  Venezuelan authorities knew the reckless vengeful harm the magical aspect of Santeria could cause, maybe they would outlaw it as well? I hope so! 

This whole hex is just basically an overreaction to not getting what you want! You are throwing a huge tantrum over it! You think Santeria is cool and justified. There was no law spelling out the illegalities of hurting people through magic, so you assumed that you would get away with this. Are you so shocked that people found out what you are doing to me and feel differently? This is beyond messed up. It’s debatable whether I did anything wrong or enough wrong to deserve getting hexed. Now you are just dragging this out because you are stubborn and bitter that I sought help. Now that important people believe me and are helping me, you plead ignorance. It went from “I am not doing anything” to “Well maybe I may be practicing Santeria, but I never knew it could ever be considered a crime and be held accountable for it!”

I’m curious what you have done to your cousins husband? He initiated these emotional mental wanderings. He has been obsessed with me, since college. He never stopped driving down here and trying to get my attention, while married to your cousin. He started this, but I have a voodoo doll, in my likeness, that you stabbed in the back at least 20 times yesterday. You’re an asshole who just can’t let it go!

Here is a video of Evil E, while he was living in San Diego. Please stop singing along to all of the songs that I am listening to! That’s not a crime really, but everyone suspects that what they see at stoplights, the tiny humiliations, are just the tip of the ice berg. That is nothing compared to the other highly illegal ways that you may have hurt me and my family. Be so offended by my video here Evil E! This is how you were acting the entire time you were living here in America. You’re a clown! Let’s see how you overreact this time  because of my joke and because I am making other people laugh at you.  I could keep going, as long as you can. If you are going to continue messing with me, I will continue making you the butt of my jokes and a public mockery. I am funny. I am good at this. I am a mastermind of mockery! Be forewarned! 

Every time something embarrassing happens to me, out of the blue. My mind goes to Evil E. Did he do this to me? How does he do these things? He thinks it’s me, who is his bitch, and that he can do whatever he wants to me. I am here for his amusement.  

Evil E: It is you who are the butt of my jokes! I suggest that you play the cards you’ve been dealt. You should play your cards right and be nice, or you will suffer the consequences. Be forewarned!