On or about November 14 I received a mailer form "D.E. S" stating that htey wanted me to be a new mailer for them. I responded by sending them a money order in the amount of $195.00, and today is December 6, and I have heard nothing from them.
I decided to give them a try because my wife and I are "financially challenged" and expecting our first child in February. If this would have worked out, we could have gotten out of the hole we are in, and my wife could have stayed at home with our baby, once he arrives.
I convinced my wife to let me send away for this instead of letting her spend the money on groceries (that we desperatly need) and she agreed.
I know that if something sounds to good to be true, then it probably is, and that lesson has been learned hard over the last two weeks. I have no money to feed my family, and no I am really scraping the bottom of the barrel to find omney to buy gas to drive back and forth to work. If that wasn't bad enough, we have no been able to buy propane to heat our house for the last couple of weeks, and it's been in the low 30's to low 20's since then. $195.00 would sure come in handy now.
I know you aren't reading this to hear about my problems, but before I end this, I have a message for the people at "D.E.S./ Halifax Communications"
Here it goes:
You stupid pieces of crap! How dare you make a fool out of me this way? I was looking for an answer to my problems, which your little mailer promised me I would find. I was looking for a way to provide better for my wife and child. Now you have screwed me. Do you realize how big a mistake you have made? I live in Missouri, and that's a hell of a long ways from Florida, but I promise you that I will find you, using whateve means neccesary, and I will impose my own brand of justice upon you. You think that you can hide by changing your comapny name? You think nobody can track the money of you cash the checks and money orders and keep them under your matress? I WILL FIND YOU! I will make you wish you had never thought of this scheme! And I rpomise you that I will amke sure you get the screwing of your life out of this. I will bend you over seven ways from Sunday, you bastards. I can't sleep at night becasue it's so damn cold in my house. I have nothing but time to think of creative ways to make you plead to God that he takes you now before I get ahold of you. Consider this not a warning, but a promise. Unlike you sick bastards, I'll keep my word!
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