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epicvioletarrows · 5 years ago

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Date: Sat, Oct 3, 2020 at 11:54 AM

Subject: Re: Re: A new plan for help

To: Joe Lavorato <[email protected]>, Auntie Barb <[email protected]>, Curt & Tammy Saunders <[email protected]>, Chiara Gurney <[email protected]>, <[email protected]>, Peter Lavorato <[email protected]>, Gina Gurney <[email protected]>, Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>, Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>, Corrigan Gurney <[email protected]>

A note to my extended family: Please ensure that the email below is forwarded to: Joe & Lorna Lavorato; Gina & Raymond Huppee, Corrigan & Chiara Gurney; Peter & Laurie Lavorato; Michael & Lucas Lavorato; Doug & Barbara Saunders; Curtis & Tammy Saunders; Jill & Greg Walkie; Lou & Judy Lavorato; David & Joey Lavorato; Piero & Leila Lavorato; and Aaron & Logan Lavorato; it has also been published online at: bit.ly/JournalistsIHaveContactedWithThisClaim. This letter (bit.ly/ReReANewPlanForHelp) has also been shared across the following seven social-media platforms: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Reddit, Tumblr, and LiveJournal, at:

https://twitter.com/EpicVioletArrow

https://www.facebook.com/mark.lavorato.71

https://www.instagram.com/callingeverymanandwoman

https://ar.pinterest.com/callingeverymanandwoman/seals-of-the-apocalypse

https://www.reddit.com/user/EpicVioletArrows

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https://ext-5507160.livejournal.com

Dear Gina,

Unfortunately, I am still unable to receive the money that you sent (as the first of your six remaining restitution stipends; five of $500, and one of $400, on the first of every month, over the next six months). As I said in my letter three days ago, the only way that I can access the money that you’re trying to send me, is if you cancel this latest corrupted Western Union transfer, from 29 September 2020 (MTCN: 4924277956), and send me another one in its place. And so I am writing you this morning, to implore you to do exactly that, as soon as you possibly can.

And that shouldn’t really be a problem. In fact, this will be the third time that you’ve had to cancel and resend a corrupted Western Union transfer. The first was on 26 February 2020 (MTCN: 1367003251), and the second was on 5 September 2020 (MTCN: 2097225103). These technical glitches that are constantly flaring up around me, in every direction, at all times — which you have all refused to accept as real, insisting, instead, that they are just everyday coincidences that I am simply imagining are something more — are, nevertheless, still real enough that we have to find a way to work around them. Right?

Because, as I pleaded with you three days ago, I am in desperate need of resources, just to survive right now. I don’t have a single penny to my name. And I recently ran out of my specialized migraine medication, and only have a single acetaminophen and two ibuprofens left, to deal with the crisis of my chronic pain. While my shelves are now completely bare, except for some salt, sugar, and the very last remnants of a well-travelled packet of maté (a South American herbal tea). Meaning, I am beyond destitute. I have no way to buy food. I have no way to keep a roof over my head. And I have no way to combat the excruciating pain that looms over me, every hour, of every day.

So I thank you, Gina, sincerely, for your timely attention to this. I really need you to come through here for me. I am begging you.

Your brother,

Mark

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epicvioletarrows · 5 years ago

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From: Gina Gurney <[email protected]>

Date: Tue, Sep 29, 2020 at 11:19 AM

Subject: Re: A new plan for help

To: Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>

Hi Mark

I agree to your new plan. I have one request of you though. Could you please connect with us once a month to let us know that you are still in the same place to receive the western union transfer and to let us know how you are doing?

I’ve just sent a transfer. The MTCN is: ��4924277956

I love you

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From: Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>

Date: 1 October 2020

Subject: Re: A new plan for help

A note to my extended family: Please ensure that the email below is forwarded to: Joe & Lorna Lavorato; Gina & Raymond Huppee, Corrigan & Chiara Gurney; Peter & Laurie Lavorato; Michael & Lucas Lavorato; Doug & Barbara Saunders; Curtis & Tammy Saunders; Jill & Greg Walkie; Lou & Judy Lavorato; David & Joey Lavorato; Piero & Leila Lavorato; and Aaron & Logan Lavorato; it has also been published online at: bit.ly/JournalistsIHaveContactedWithThisClaim. This letter (bit.ly/ReANewPlanForHelp) has also been shared across the following seven social-media platforms: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Reddit, Tumblr, and LiveJournal, at:

https://twitter.com/EpicVioletArrow

https://www.facebook.com/mark.lavorato.71

https://www.instagram.com/callingeverymanandwoman

https://ar.pinterest.com/callingeverymanandwoman/seals-of-the-apocalypse

https://www.reddit.com/user/EpicVioletArrows

https://epicvioletarrows.tumblr.com

https://ext-5507160.livejournal.com

Dear Gina,

I am ecstatic that you have agreed to this new plan. And I want to thank you, so much, for being open to it. The reason I’m writing you today, however, is that, sadly, that same inexplicable computer glitch has reared its ugly head again in your latest Western Union transfer, MTCN: 4924277956. Meaning, I’m afraid that I need you to, again, cancel it, and send me another one in its place.

I also want you to know that I find your request to hear from me once a month — in order to be updated on where I am and how I’m doing — absolutely reasonable. Therefore, as today is 1 October 2020, I thought I would honor my side of the bargain by filling you in on how things are going for me right now.

So, let me tell you about my day yesterday, and what it was like while I tried to receive this latest, glitchy, Western Union money transfer. First, unfortunately, I woke up with a piercing headache. I have been suffering from the worst migraine headaches that I’ve ever had in my life, which has me going through that expensive medication, Eletriptan, like it’s aspirin. And, as I just ran out of it again — and don’t have the money to buy any more of it quite yet — I had to take several acetaminophens and ibuprofens, just to groggily get through the day. I had gone to bed relatively late the night before, having stayed up to watch the first presidential debate; which, let’s be honest, was neither presidential, nor, really, a debate. What it was, in my opinion, was a shitshow. One that gives me a new kind of headache just thinking about it. Anyway, as I was saying, I got out of bed with my hand on my head, downed some painkillers, and took a, sort of, half shower. (The water pipes in my neighborhood froze again, so I’ve been cooking, washing, and cleaning out of plastic bottles of water. Which, as it turns out, is actually a good thing, because the sewage blockage beneath the street out front still hasn’t been fixed, so, the less water that’s introduced into the pipes beneath my apartment, the lower the chances of raw sewage overflowing through the yard in front of my door.) But, I was super excited to go outside to receive your Western Union transfer, to buy more migraine medication, as well as some badly needed food. (I’m down to just a cup of black beans, some herbal tea, a half-bag of sugar, vinegar, and salt). So, I headed out into the gusty wind, which was freezing, as there had been a dusting of snow earlier in morning, and I made my way to the very closest Western Union branch that I could find. (As an aside, do you remember, Gina, how, about a year ago, you spent an entire day, trying countless different ways to send me resources, but, for some reason, insurmountable technical difficulties kept flaring up in front of you, every different way that you tried? Well, that’s exactly what it’s like for me, every single solitary time that I ever attempt to receive resources. And, yesterday was no exception.) In the first branch that I entered, I learned that, moments before I had arrived, the power in the entire city had suddenly gone out. Such an event has only happened once before, throughout my entire time here in Río Gallegos; strangely, at another moment when my personal safety depended entirely on the stability of the electrical grid. Anyway, hoping that the outage wouldn’t last long, I continued on to another branch, but, by the time I got there, the electricity still hadn’t come back on. So, I decided to admit defeat, and head back home. Along the way, I went into a butcher’s shop, to ask for the trimmings of fat that they throw away to the dogs, which I’ve been reducing in a frying pan and cooking with, in order to get a few more calories into my body to stay warm in the cold. But, before I could beg from the butcher, I suddenly noticed that all the lights in his shop were on! The city’s electrical grid was back online! So I turned around, and headed straight back out, to that first Western Union branch that I had been to earlier, and their newly booted-up system. But, before they even entered the MTCN code, they asked how much the transfer was for. When I told them, they said that, regrettably, they wouldn’t have enough Argentinian pesos to complete a transfer of $500-CAD. So, disappointed, I took out the last twenty cents that I had to my name, and paid for a photocopy of my passport, which is required to receive a money transfer from any Western Union, in the hopes that the next branch would have sufficient cash to make the transaction. I then made my way to the second Western Union branch I had been to during the blackout. Only to find that, they too, simply wouldn’t have the funds available to complete the transfer. Which found me back outside in the cold, where I decided to slog my way through the wind, all the way to the city center, where, I knew, there was an extremely busy branch that was certain to have enough money in their till. And I was right; they did. After walking about a half an hour, providing them that photocopy with the MTCN code on it, showing my physical passport, and signing to accept the transfer, and just as I was about to have your direly needed cash in my hand, suddenly, that mysterious error code popped up as an alert on their screen again. It seemed that, at the last second, your transfer had, once more, been flagged as potentially dubious. The teller called a Western Union representative, and told me that, again, the only way that I would be able to receive the transfer, would be to enter into a separate system of arbitration, in which I would need to prove that you, Gina Huppee, are not, in fact, a corrupt oligarch attempting to launder your money by sending it oversees. I was advised, again, to have you simply cancel the transaction, and resend me another one. And so, frustrated, in pain, and completely exhausted, I put my hood on, and trudged home through the freezing wind, where I eventually cooked what little food I had left while holding a hand against my aching head. Now, as I said, these strange technical hurdles, they are a constant part of my everyday existence. Which is why I diligently document them. So far, I have documented over 400 such instances, and have posted every one of them online, here: bit.ly/EvidenceOfTheAntichrist. Now, I understand that you, Ma, Papa, as well as our entire extended family, dismiss me as a valueless quack. I assure you, however, that one day, many, many people will believe me. And when they do, when I am finally offered sanctuary, when I am finally stood before an audience that is actually curious about my message, I promise you, that everything in our world will change. Forever.

Anyway, all of this is to say that, obviously, the sooner that you can cancel that corrupted Western Union transfer MTCN: 4924277956, and send me a new one in its place, the better. I could really use some migraine medication, as well as some food right now. Once again, I thank you so much for agreeing to this new plan, Gina. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. In the end, let it be known, you are a good sister.

Please give my love to the kids, Ma, and Papá for me, will you? And, thank you again.

Mark

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epicvioletarrows · 5 years ago

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From: Gina Gurney <[email protected]>

Date: Tue, Sep 8, 2020 at 11:07 AM

Subject: Re: Money sent

To: Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>

Ok. I couldn’t reach the bank yesterday as it was a stat holiday. But I’ve just sent another now.

MTCN 4628533672

Hope this one works.

Love

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From: Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>

Date: 27 September 2020

Subject: A new plan for help

A note to my extended family: Please ensure that the email below is forwarded to: Joe & Lorna Lavorato; Gina & Raymond Huppee; Corrigan & Chiara Gurney; Peter & Laurie Lavorato; Michael & Lucas Lavorato; Doug & Barbara Saunders; Curtis & Tammy Saunders; Jill & Greg Walkie; Lou & Judy Lavorato; David & Joey Lavorato; Piero & Leila Lavorato; and Aaron & Logan Lavorato; In case I should die before any of you help me, I will publish this letter, along with other correspondences that you have received from me, online, to be seen by the world, at: bit.ly/JournalistsIHaveContactedWithThisClaim. This letter (bit.ly/ANewPlanForHelp) has also been shared across the following seven social-media platforms: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Reddit, Tumblr, and LiveJournal, at:

https://twitter.com/EpicVioletArrow

https://www.facebook.com/mark.lavorato.71

https://www.instagram.com/callingeverymanandwoman

https://ar.pinterest.com/callingeverymanandwoman/seals-of-the-apocalypse

https://www.reddit.com/user/EpicVioletArrows

https://epicvioletarrows.tumblr.com

https://ext-5507160.livejournal.com

Dear Gina,

Thank you so much, again, for cancelling that inexplicably glitchy Western Union transfer, and then resending me another one in its place. It was, let me tell you, an extremely stressful, as well as physically painful, saga on my end. I was surprised to learn that, both the Western Union app, as well as your online banking services, would not function on statutory holidays in Canada. I had never heard of that before.

Anyway, as we established earlier, unless someone in the family is willing to pay for a $10,000 plane ticket that might leave Río Gallegos at some point in the next six months, I am going to have to remain in Patagonia until the end of the pandemic. But the good news is, I can survive on very little. And so, I’m writing you today with a proposal, a proposal for a new plan going forward.

As I laid out in our previous correspondence (bit.ly/PleaseCompelGinaHuppeeToKeepHerWord) you still owe me $3,400 of restitution. But, again, I’m going to offer you the benefit of the doubt here, and I will assume that the $500 that you sent me at the beginning of this month, was from you, and not from Ma and Papá. That would mean that, now, you only owe me $2,900 in restitution. So, this is my proposal: I propose that you send me $500, on the first of every month, for the next five months (October 2020 to February 2021), and then $400 on the first of the sixth month (March 2021). Together, that would total $2,900, the remaining amount of restitution that you still owe me. And, again, I want to assure you that, at the very moment that I have the full restitution in my hands (on 1 March 2021), everything between us will be in harmony and balance going forward; amends made, debts paid, order restored.

To me, the beautiful thing about this plan, is that everyone benefits. Ma, who must be in a state of extreme duress knowing that her only born son is slowly starving to death, can rest assured that I have food in my belly until the end of the pandemic. Papá can be comforted by the fact that I have shelter and clothing enough to survive the elements near the Antarctic. While our extended family can be free of the guilt of these frequent emails, which are constantly begging them for their mercy, of which they have none.

Again, I am offering you the benefit of the doubt here, Gina. If you choose to illegally withhold the tiny amount of restitution, which you agreed to compensate me with (bit.ly/1289-AVerbalContractFor5000DollarsRestitutionFromGinaHuppee), well, then you have the power to starve your own brother to death. Meaning, this is an opportunity for you to prove that, if given the choice, you would choose not to take my life. And, all you have to do to prove that, is to keep your own legally binding word.

Now, admittedly, this will only be enough money to, barely, keep me alive until the end of the pandemic — I mean, who of you could survive on $500 a month — but, by then, I will either have found sanctuary, received funds from my soon-to-be-up-and-running GoFundMe campaign, or have found some other way to make ends meet. This gives us all time to breathe, subsist, and take stock.

So, I hope you will get on board this new plan, Gina. I hope that our extended family will, again, contact you, and urge you to be reasonable here. And so I hope to see the first installment of $500 as a Western Union money transfer, in my inbox, some time soon.

I love you very much.

Mark

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epicvioletarrows · 5 years ago

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From: Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>

Date: 5 September 2020

Subject: Re: Please compel Gina Huppee to keep her word

To: Joe Lavorato <[email protected]>, Auntie Barb <[email protected]>, Curt & Tammy Saunders <[email protected]>

Chiara Gurney <[email protected]>, <[email protected]>, Peter Lavorato <[email protected]>, Gina Gurney <[email protected]>, Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>, Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>, Corrigan Gurney <[email protected]>

A note to my extended family: Please ensure that the email below is forwarded to: Joe & Lorna Lavorato; Gina & Raymond Huppee; Corrigan & Chiara Gurney; Peter & Laurie Lavorato; Michael & Lucas Lavorato; Doug & Barbara Saunders; Curtis & Tammy Saunders; Jill & Greg Walkie; Lou & Judy Lavorato; David & Joey Lavorato; Piero & Leila Lavorato; and Aaron & Logan Lavorato; In case I should die before any of you help me, I will publish this letter, along with other correspondences that you have received from me, online, to be seen by the world, at: bit.ly/JournalistsIHaveContactedWithThisClaim. This letter (bit.ly/AnAppealToTheMothersOfTheWorld) has also been shared across the following seven social-media platforms: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Reddit, Tumblr, and LiveJournal, at:

https://twitter.com/EpicVioletArrow

https://www.facebook.com/mark.lavorato.71

https://www.instagram.com/callingeverymanandwoman

https://ar.pinterest.com/callingeverymanandwoman/seals-of-the-apocalypse

https://www.reddit.com/user/EpicVioletArrows

https://epicvioletarrows.tumblr.com

https://ext-5507160.livejournal.com

(For context, this letter is an extremely urgent followup to my previous plea, which was sent out to my entire extended family. You can read that plea here: bit.ly/PleaseCompelGinaHuppeeToKeepHerWord.)

Ma,

Do you remember how, in my last letter, I begged you to please compel your daughter, and my sister, Gina Huppee of Monarch, to keep her word, and send me the small amount of restitution that she agreed to provide me with (in a recorded verbal contract, which I gave you the link to)? Do you remember how I begged you to do that for me, because I had used up my very last, utterly vital, migraine medication, and I feared what was going to happen if I had a migraine without that medication? Well, in line with the way this story seems to go for me, it turns out that I did. In fact, I have had a migraine since I sent that letter, three days ago. And, last night, that migraine woke me in a state of pain that I did not know my body could survive. Remember when I was a boy, and we had a scale that we would use between us, to measure the severity of my migraines, from one to ten, with ten being a panicked ride to the emergency room? Well, this was a thirteen. And, I don’t have insurance, or money to even pay for bread, much less an expensive hospital visit. So I stumbled outside, in shock and shivering, to wake the neighbors and beg them for painkillers. But all anyone gave me was two ibuprofens. In all of my life, I have never known such pain. Not my months-long thunderclap headache, not dislocating my shoulder, not even my spinal tap. Nothing compared to this 100% PREVENTABLE PAIN, which, I begged you, as a mother, to please keep me from. And you, Ma, you chose not to.

So, now I am going to beg every other mother on this list, as well as any conscientious mother that happens to be reading this, across any of the seven social-media platforms that I have shared it on. Laurie Lavorato, Barb Saunders, Jill Walkie, Judy Lavorato, Leila Lavorato, and Joey Lavorato’s wife, please, contact Gina Huppee, and demand that she keep her word, and send me resources AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! Sure, maybe none of you are capable of mercy, or honor, or shame. I accept that. But I would love to believe that there is one of you — at least one of you — who is capable of, even the most distant, most detached maternal instinct, that might impel you to alleviate the EXCRUCIATING (and most importantly), EFFORTLESSLY PREVENTABLE PAIN, of a son.

If that happens to be you, then CALL THE POLICE ON MY SISTER, Gina Huppee of Monarch, IMMEDIATELY!

I thank any mother out there, capable of loving a son, who hears this call, and actually does something about it. Right NOW.

Mark

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epicvioletarrows · 5 years ago

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From: Gina Gurney <[email protected]>

Date: Mon, Jun 29, 2020 at 7:10 PM

Subject: Re: A small plan for helpTo: Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>

Hi again

I’ve just sent you money [$400]. The MTCN is: 6738985543

Please consider coming home. We can not sustain funding your life. Focus your efforts on getting back to Canada or finding sustainable way of life in Argentina. We love you.

Gina

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From: Gina Gurney <[email protected]>

Date: Sat, Aug 1, 2020 at 10:55 PM

Subject: Checking in

To: Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>

Hi Mark

How are you? It’s been quite some time since we heard from you. I’m thinking of you today and every day. I hope you’re as good as can be expected. I’m wondering if you give any thought of coming home to Canada. We would be happy to help you get home. Just say the word and we can start making arrangements. I hope to hear from you soon. I love you.

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From: Gina Gurney <[email protected]>

Date: Mon, Aug 17, 2020 at 4:40 PM

Subject: We want to send you money

To: Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>

Hi Mark

We are worried about you. Mom and dad have always hoped you would make your way back to Canada. You are a citizen and would receive health and social services. We still are strongly encouraging you to please consider coming home. Not lethbridge, anywhere in Canada. Please let us help you get to Canada. While you are thinking about making your way here, we would like to send you some money. Can you please confirm that you are still in Argentina and that you can receive a western union transfer now. I’ll look forward to hearing back from you.

Love

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From: Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>

Date: 3 September 2020

Subject: Please compel Gina Huppee to keep her wordTo: Joe Lavorato <[email protected]>, Auntie Barb <[email protected]>, Curt & Tammy Saunders <[email protected]>Chiara Gurney <[email protected]>, <[email protected]>, Peter Lavorato <[email protected]>, Gina Gurney <[email protected]>, Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>, Mark Lavorato <[email protected]>, Corrigan Gurney <[email protected]> A note to my extended family: Please ensure that the email below is forwarded to: Joe & Lorna Lavorato; Gina & Raymond Huppee; Corrigan & Chiara Gurney; Peter & Laurie Lavorato; Michael & Lucas Lavorato; Doug & Barbara Saunders; Curtis & Tammy Saunders; Jill & Greg Walkie; Lou & Judy Lavorato; David & Joey Lavorato; Piero & Leila Lavorato; and Aaron & Logan Lavorato; In case I should die before any of you help me, I will publish this letter, along with other correspondences that you have received from me, online, to be seen by the world, at: bit.ly/JournalistsIHaveContactedWithThisClaim. This particular letter has been published, in that document, at: bit.ly/PleaseCompelGinaHuppeeToKeepHerWord. It has also been shared across the following seven social-media platforms; Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Reddit, Tumblr, and LiveJournal, at:

https://twitter.com/EpicVioletArrow

https://www.facebook.com/mark.lavorato.71

https://www.instagram.com/callingeverymanandwoman

https://ar.pinterest.com/callingeverymanandwoman/seals-of-the-apocalypse

https://www.reddit.com/user/EpicVioletArrows

https://epicvioletarrows.tumblr.com

https://ext-5507160.livejournal.com

To my extended family,

So, my sister has written me, again, offering to pay for a flight back to Canada, where I can access, “social services.” Which, I think we can all agree, is a thinly veiled code for, “where she can assume absolute power over me, instantly betray me — dial three numbers to have me committed — and then leave me there for dead, like a rabid animal in a cage; again.” I think, the truth is, this offer of hers is just an empty promise, meant to serve, exclusively, herself, by covering her own tracks. However, let us give her the benefit of the doubt here, and assume that her proposal is being offered in good faith. I think then, the first thing that we should admit is, that it’s a little untethered from reality. You, for example, may have noticed that our planet has been devastated by a global pandemic, or, put a more classical way, pestilence; as well as war, famine, and death. Which means that most of our borders are more or less closed, and, except for essential services, the airline industry has all but ground to a halt. In fact, there has only been a single flight that flew out of the city that I’m living in — Río Gallegos, Argentina — since June (bit.ly/AllDeparturesFromRioGallegosInternationalAirport). So, to be clear, this ticket that my sister is generously offering me, again, presuming she’s acting in good faith, would be exceedingly expensive. The cheapest price for a ticket, at the best of times, between Canada (at the northern tip of our planet), to Patagonia (at the southern tip of our planet), was, when I flew here, $2,500. So, how much do you think Gina would have to pay for a seat on that one single plane that happens to be leaving this city, at some point over the next six months? $8,000? $10,000? Maybe more? Again, how incredibly generous it seems my sister’s offer is then. She appears to be ready to go to expansive limits in order to ensure my safety and well-being. How blessed I must be, to have a sister as thoughtful and generous as she.

And, I’ll be honest, I could certainly use a sister like that right now. Because, here’s the reality that I’m currently living in: I have had to trade lethally dangerous labour for a cold shed and increasingly shrinking rations. I have had to barter my electronics and outdoor clothing to pay for sustenance and lodging. I have been left so destitute, that I haven’t been able to afford more than a single meal a day, every day, this entire year. And, because it’s late winter in the Southern Hemisphere (remember, I’m only 100 kilometers from the the Chilean and Argentinian Antarctic), the entire system of water pipes in my neighborhood has frozen solid several times over the last couple of months, which has meant that, for weeks, I have had to cook, clean, and bathe, out of broken plastic containers of water. Though, I’m suffering from a different problem on that front at the moment, in that, there’s a sewage blockage in my sector, and, as we speak, there is seepage slowly streaming through my junk-filled courtyard. The gas has also gone out, twice, leaving me with no heat or hot water, and I can’t afford candles to keep me from slipping into hypothermia, should I be forced to survive such an emergency again. The tiny floor, walls, and ceiling of my apartment, are crawling with cockroaches, at all hours of the day, and over my skin at night. I have to brush my teeth by pinching the broken off head of a toothbrush. I can’t afford hand soap, or toilet paper, or my expensive arthritis or migraine medication. I can’t afford to replace the rags that are barely clinging to my frame, whose holes I have had to stitch together, again and again, just to keep them from coming apart. I haven’t been able to afford fresh vegetables, or eggs, or meat, for weeks. In fact, I have been surviving on rice and the fat that butchers throw away to the dogs.

All while I work tirelessly, perfecting the message that I have been given, preparing for the moment that my manifesto (bit.ly/English-CallingEveryManAndWoman) will finally go viral. For those of you who have read it, you can likely already sense that we will be needing its simple and elegant system of organizing ourselves, outside the confines of our increasingly corrupt and overwhelmed governments, very shortly. The dramatic chaos outside our windows is unraveling with alarming speed. There have already been many, many governments around the world that have dissolved, that have buckled, trying to ward off the rage of their overburdened, setting fire to their own poisoned streets. While our neighbors to the south are much, much closer to the terrifying trigger of collapse, than any of us would like to admit. Mark my words, we will need an elegant plan to keep local, regional, and national peace, enacted very soon, just to survive. In fact, we already need it. Which is why I continue my work, every day, all day long, preparing that inspired plan; adjusting it, expanding it, and translating it.

And, let’s be clear about the journey of constant betrayal that I’ve been forced to walk, every step of the way, while fighting to save your children for you. I have been imprisoned and left for dead. I have been threatened at knifepoint. I have been robbed. I have been mugged. I have been beaten. And I have begged you, my extended family, over and over again, for your mercy. And, except for my Ma and Papá — Joe Lavorato and Lorna Lavorato of Lethbridge, the only heroes in this story so far — not a single one of you has offered me any mercy, whatsoever. (For those of you in the public, reading this on social media, who want to get caught up on what my extended family knew, when they knew it, and what they very consciously chose not to do about it, read the document, in its entirety, at this link: bit.ly/JournalistsIHaveContactedWithThisClaim.) Anyway, all of this is to say that, this apparently newfound generosity that has sparked in my sister, will be a welcome change on my journey indeed, should it actually prove to be true.

Now, to be fair, Gina Huppee of Monarch, has offered me some resources along the way. What she hasn’t done, however, is come anywhere close to keeping her word to me. But, let us go through the documentary evidence of that word, as well as her subsequent betrayals, together, shall we? That way, every one of you can judge, for yourselves, how innocent and virtuous Gina Huppee of Monarch, actually is. Let’s start with her word. She visited me in Montreal, at the beginning of April in 2019, where she confessed, on tape, to fantasizing about my death. Hours later, she had me committed, then promptly left town, at which point, she indeed, left me for dead, in a literal hellhole, where I was tortured, physically and psychologically, for three weeks straight. I only managed to escape by hiring my own lawyer, and securing my release, at which point I fled into the countryside, away from my immediate family, who had proven to be my greatest danger of all. Unfortunately, the tape of that initial April conversation, where my sister talks, at length, about her wishing for my death, is now on a backup in Montreal, but I’ve uploaded the next best thing to it. Here is the entire conversation in which my sister: Acknowledges the damages that she has inflicted upon me; apologizes for those damages; and offers a verbal contract of restitution, in the hopes of making amends by means of an admittedly modest compensation (bit.ly/1289-AVerbalContractOfRestitutionFromGinaHuppee). Now, I’d like you to listen very carefully to where the recording begins. I would like you to listen to how she responds, when confronted with the fact that she admitted to fantasizing about my death, just before she had me committed, and, then, well, left me for dead. Do you notice anything suspicious about it? Do you notice how, the thing that she is most offended by, isn’t the notion that a sister might fantasize about killing her brother, but that that fantasy, the explicit yearning for her own brother’s death, was recorded. That, and that alone, to Gina Huppee, is the great crime that one of us should be ashamed of. It’s rather fascinating to hear, in context, wouldn’t you say? Now, here is the exact point where a verbal contract of restitution, of $5,000, is offered: bit.ly/1289-AVerbalContractFor5000DollarsRestitutionFromGinaHuppee.

So, how much is $5,000 to Gina Huppee of Monarch, you may ask? Well, let’s put it this way. $5,000 is only 1% of what she received, on a single day, in insurance policy payouts and wages, after her first husband passed away. So, I can assure you this, $5,000 is a pathetic pittance, both in cost to her net worth, as well as in comparison to what I suffered, by her hand. It’s also what she agreed to pay me, giving me her word, in a crystal clear recorded verbal contract. That was in July 2019; well over a year ago. And I have been begging her to keep her word, ever since. Here, for example, I talk to her about the legality of her recorded verbal contract, telling her that, were I to hire a lawyer, I would likely be able to get much, much more than $5,000 in damages, to which my sister responds, “Then, go ahead, Mark. Sue me.” bit.ly/1300-AppealToGinaHuppeeOfMonarch1. It’s really quite something, that virtuous, generous sister of mine.

Though, as I said, to be fair, Gina has given me some money over the last thirteen months. And, again, to be fair, I think that, the money that she has given me, should be subtracted from the restitution that she agreed to provide me with. Here are the details of what she has given me so far:Amount of agreed upon retribution already paid:

19 September 2019, at 19:51, Interac transfer of $300(CAD)

21 October 2019, at 21:13, Interac transfer of $100(CAD)

1 November 2019, at 11:35, Interac transfer of $400(CAD)

33% of my $400 monthly stipend Jan—June 2020$800(CAD)

$1,600(CAD)

Therefore:

Agreed upon retribution= $5,000(CAD)

Amount of retribution paid= -$1,600(CAD)

Amount of retribution still owed= $3,400(CAD)

Now, the one thing that has been made indisputably evident in this story so far, is that not a single one of you, my extended family, is capable of mercy. So, I won’t bother begging you for it again. Instead, what I’m going to ask you for this time, is your sound advice. I am asking you, my extended family — as well as any of you in the public, who are reading this on social media — to advise my sister on her legal requirement to honor her own recorded verbal contract. Please, contact her with this sound advice. Post it onto her social media pages. Message her with it. Email her with it. Call her with it. Call her place of work. Call her husband. Call her children. Call any potentially interested lawyers, willing to work with me from a distance, and give them the evidence of this case. Call the authorities, on my behalf, and urge them to file charges against her, for breach of contract endangering human life (Criminal Code [R.S.C., 1985, c. C-46] 422 [1] [a]; an indictable offense liable to imprisonment for a term not exceeding five years). Call her. Message her. Write her. Text her. Every one of you. Please. And advise Gina Huppee, to, quite simply, keep her own word.

On my end, I promise that, if she does keep her word — the very moment that I receive $3,400 from her — that everything between us will be instantly resolved, for the rest of time. No bad blood. All is forgiven. This will all just be water under the bridge. After all, that is exactly what providing a sum of restitution is all about. It is about moving on, constructively, from a mistake that was regrettably made. It also happens to be exactly what I, myself, agreed to, in that recorded verbal contract that you heard. And I, for one, pride myself on being a man of my word. In fact, I believe that a person’s word is everything. I believe that, if your word is proven to be valueless, then so is your soul.

And, to my Ma and Papá: I wanted to thank you for this newest offer of resources. Though, I would really prefer any money at all to come from Gina right now. You have been incredibly generous to me over the last several years. And you have been merciful, stepping up, for example, to care for my cat, Fritz, for the time being. I want you to know that, the moment that someone offers me sanctuary (and a simple cot and a can of tuna will do), I plan to send for my sweet boy. For now though, just know that I miss him, that I haven’t forgotten about him, and that I will circle back to get him, as soon as I can. I also want you to know that, as I was writing this letter, I was gradually crippled with the most severe migraine that I’ve had in months. Luckily, I found some painkillers in the shed next door, so I took those, one after another as the hours passed, but nothing came even close to alleviating the pain. So, finally, I caved, and took my very last one-quarter of a pill of that expensive migraine medication (Eletriptan), the final dose of which I keep in a special metal vial, as a kind of alarm system for myself, indicating that my emergency medication is about to run out. That metal vial is now completely empty. Meaning, if I get a migraine today, or tomorrow, or the next day, I have no idea where that pain will transport me, and I have no way, whatsoever, to stop it. So, I beg you, Ma and Papá, please, compel Gina to send resources through Western Union to Argentina, as soon as you possibly can. All I need is a ten-digit MTCN code, and the money is here.

Again, I thank you for your generosity. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Ma and Papá.

Love, MtM

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