Impoverished courtesy scam artists Harvey Specter

Impoverished courtesy scam artists Harvey Specter Entrapment videre licet fiendish gnarly hustling scheme erector - sent me to the poor house, where alms not forthcoming to ease financial affliction, where yours truly money matters still stymies ways and means to relocate to a two bedroom apartment courtesy low income housing. Eleven months ago to date, I fell prey to the wiles of a scam artist, who initially managed to hack way into the Macbook Pro rendering same computer I use now such that impossible mission to allow, enable, and provide any process to be completed. A gofundme page once again set up courtesy yours truly, which honest to goodness attempt to bolster substantial forsaken funds (essentially thieving joint nest egg of mine and the missus) deftly hawked pack of lies blindsiding me to surrender hook, line and sinker practically snagged and bled out these lovely bones mine every red cent squirreled away as a quite paltry monetary security net. The spectre and haunting existence of Harvey Specter (the alias cyber spatial highway robber) still riddles the psyche of this joker, who continues to chide himself, particularly when realizing combined lost assets lock, stock, and barrel meant that though poor as a Unitarian church mouse, I can not provide succor (in the form of American currency) which penury disallows us to dole out for our second born and youngest daughter, (who at age twenty five shares an accommodation in Bend, Oregon - with another twenty something gal a bajillion miles from dear her ole papa and mama - located in southeastern Pennsylvania) paternal nor maternal capital to ease her own woebegone challenged situation. Said unnamed progeny, and her oldest sister (by about twenty six months difference) feel shortchanged by parents, whose bereft checking and savings accounts, plus truckload of mental health issues contributed to a dysfunctional heartache living poisoned ten year decade of misery. I admit unintentional grief heaped upon the souls of deux innocent lives which two offspring begat courtesy a virile birth father and fecund mother, whose joint home economic pennilessness (even prior to letting the pang of procreation run to sow wild oats) set at least one figurative strike against us when embarking to journey (as a super tramping foreigner) upon the family way. Utopia for wretched wordsmith would constitute enough disposable income to relocate within a place like Lake Wobegon "Where the women are strong, the men are good looking, and all the children are above average." Its city motto is "Sumus Quod Sumus" ("We are what we are").