Singapore is being used as a guise and a means to conduct war torture excercises and Samsung is no longer a part of the American society, and all Samsung products are products of terrorism, past and present, and all will be destroyed promptly and no phones will be around; it will be necessary, unfortunately, to place a firm hold on all shipments from that country, until the situation is sorted out; it's a unfortunate a facet of war is not a product of it, please leave our country and please leave our people alone, I have no interest in this artificial nonsense and most others don't find your behaviour particularly more than distasteful it will not be a war of words, only of violence and all targeted employees, reprsented in the United States and Great Britain and Japan and Iran, have your nature blocked and with political affirmation and support militarily; Such misconduct is unheard of, terrifying, and indeed very scary to children, frightening to the elderly, and terrifying to the sick of mind, your behaviour has gone unchecked, and your tyranny mostly unguarded and all your antitrust cases blockades and selfishness it is more than mine it is not a product of my anger and it is a product of my emtoinality, with your employee conducting a rape inquest and becoming the rapist, it is disgraceful and it is more than I would have ever imagined, yet my anger and my malice has no quenching you have committed rape to prevent your company's anger management problems from becoming no-contests, and my anger today is swelled beyond my rationality, it is too much, too little and too late to repair the damage you've done to innocent children, whom can I visit home of your leader can I visit house of your saints, it is your company that is so dishonest that a child cannot reach his elder and you have taken their agency, made it yours, and for that same purpose of rape and serial torture, how feral can a person can be, more than I can ever think of, I have fought valiantly to prevent America's demise, and it has been excrucitatingly painful, I've lost a lot of pleasurable times with my mother, heartful days with my father, loving days with my sister, it's too much and I have no dignity to respect you left with me, it is too little of your damage to the world to talk about it

Please see yourselves out of this world it's too late for that nonsense your behaviours so disgraceful and so meaningless I wouldn't harm a soul, yet today I want to heal myself, from your wounds, punctured daily, and mocking my wounds as yours, it is not funny, you do understand emotion, i am a significant figure, almost too much and too little, to be understood yet, and I'm very fine, my coarse appearance, my anger, it isn't well-understood yet others understand it, and I thank You for Knowing that I'm a Victim of Yours, a Love of Yours, Till Death, and I've sacrificed my Life it isn't so that I can become a grandiloquent speaker, nor is it about your listening, it's more, it's about your abuse of God, how dare a person live like that, among the worst, it isn't your pest to my pestilence, and my anger to my rage, I wish you the worst outcome today, my anger has not been quenced, because of your damaging war, the war of wages, is not that, it is a war of dignity, of a person not even respecting his mother and father and certainly intertwining others it is not a way to live, to death, and my rage is unquenched and terribly I have little left, yet I have more to say always, I have less to know temporarily, I've asked everyone, "what of my pain?" what of it? is it soon that my life is ended tomorrow I have never toiled so hard for my anger, and my peace, it is so valiant of my spirit that I have little left, no recourse, only that that is right, which has no self-respect, and more than others have respected me, I have so much to give the world and that's why I won you over, it isn't my rage that you cannot understand, it's more than that rage, it's about your anger management crises, your emotionality, that you've wished upon mine, my soul is very small a drop in the bucket yet my anger is very high and my rage extremely active, I wouldn't have anyone know my rage yet I have had to share it because and for My Reason, it is not about romance, nor scams, nor new technologies it's more than that to me, it's about my being, my appearance, and my responses are yours not to know me that well, it is too little of yours to speak to me and my bowed head always pointed up and that's the way of life, and you should have done better