Thanks once again to Agent M for passing this on to us. He writes:
“Another one for HR that Charlotte won’t publish! Funny how she asks for responses but never mentions when she gets them!”
You’ve been banging the sex cult drum for long enough now. You’ve lost the original thread of your argument and are now hell bent on making any old shit up, just so long as someone, somewhere will listen.
Stop now Charlotte or I will tell the world what I have unearthed about you. I know about you, Charlotte.
I know you are 47 years old with three failed marriages behind you. You neglected your two children and they were taken into care years ago. You hit the bottle and have been in and out of ‘hospitals’ for the past 14 years. You are mentally unhinged and are driven by a dark need to attack anyone who has any semblance of a normal, happy family life.
You eat too much chocolate and drink too much gin and are often found crying behind your PC monitor in the early hours (when most of us are asleep after having fun) as you voraciously check out your website statistics only to find that a mere 46 spambots, 6 mentally ill people and a few people caught up in your little games are reading your posts for the fun of it…
I’m being polite here but I’ve read in places that you’ve been described as a ‘truffle snuffling bush pig’. That’s harsh, but it’s probably also fair and is possibly another driver behind your constant need for attention.
So that’s what I know.
You’re a failed mother who’s had substance abuse problems. You’re driven by a tragic need to target happy people, even though these people find you both laughable and very sad. You drink too much (come on Charlotte, you know you do) and don’t eat very well. You have skin and ‘body issues’ to contend with. As a result of all the above, you find it difficult to mix in society. You’re what a shrink would describe as ‘disenfranchised’. Your life has no meaning so you try to find meaning via conspiracy theories. (Honestly, Charlotte – can I call you that? – I have sympathy here. If I had your life, I’d be banging away on that keyboard like there was no tomorrow.)
So there you have it, Charlotte. Your life, revealed. So as I say, stop now. If you don’t, I’ll be forced to post this email and reveal the true extent of your character. OK? But wait! Wait…I forgot…NO-ONE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOU, CHARLOTTE. Or what you write about. No-one cares if you post or not (apart from that old Woman that keeps replying to your posts – she’s scared of Jesus that one. Him or the ‘boogie woogie man’ who’s coming to get her in her bed). So in retrospect, just keep posting. Keep going. I’m sorry for taking your time up. Let’s leave it there, I shouldn’t have got involved.
And with that in mind I’d like to get back to trolling PRONTO! No time like the present.
Hampstead Sex Cult Member #4261