I maintain, there was a deal. It didn't work out. Now... I think we're just screwed. There's no money. There's no plan. Not in my opinion. Another pink-sheet bag to hold. Not the first... not the last. At this point, I don't think any effort will affect shareholders positively. No effort on their part, or ours. This was always a gamble, and a big risk. It is what it is. A junk-stock gamble. Many made it out big. We, remaining folks, got left with the bag. I did this to myself. That doesn't mean we didn't get robbed... it means we were walking through a bad part of town, late at night, when we knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do. **it happens. Life goes on. Will try not to make the same mistakes again. Best of luck, Comrade. Hope #DADDYDONALD.COM drains the OTC cesspool, after he drains the swamp. JMO. GLTA. Seeya! Go BTZO! Literally... GO. Shoo! Over there. Scram!
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