The Hard-Knock life
The Hard Knock Life of His Royal Highness Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed
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absolutely has Diplomatic immunity in the United States, article 37 of the Vienna Convention on diplomatic relations states that family members of his also have the exact same diplomatic immunity as he does! That .....means that His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed also automatically has The Same diplomatic immunity as my verified father does!
I CANNOT be arrested, questioned, prosecuted, stopped by local or state law enforcement, for any reason!
A spiritual warrior forged by heavenly fires!
It has never been easy for me. I have been attacked, criticized, mocked, had multiple attempts on my life, by a mayor and his corrupt, sociopathic, narcissistic family, in Mountainaire New Mexico, being jumped, beaten by 20 Mexican pussies and I still survived!
I was also attacked by The sitting DUCK judge of Sulfer County who was and still is a sociopathic Narcissist, Judge Aaron Duck!
It's weird how Sociopaths all seem to have a lot in common, they all are overweight, they are in positions of power because they believe that To have power OVER people, they must control others in order to feel in control AND they also think that the laws do not apply to them, and apply to everyone else, not to them! These so-called educated idiots, don't actually know anything about The Vienna convention on diplomatic relations!
THIS absolutely defines the undeniable legal fact that because my father, Alwaleed Bin Talal Al Saud
Ignorance of the International law (Actual and real "Law") and treaty, is no excuse!
Article 37 of the Vienna Convention on diplomatic relations absolutely applies to ME even though I was born in the USA! The Vienna Convention on diplomatic relations does NOT specify where you were born!
Article 37 states that if your father or Mother have Diplomatic immunity, so do each and every single family member by default no matter WHERE they were born!
I CANNOT be arrested, questioned, prosecuted, stopped by local or state law enforcement, for any reason!
Once my DNA has established that I am related to my Saudi Billionaire Royal Prince Father Alwaleed Bin Talal, the Vienna Convention on diplomatic relations automatically applies!
This also protects my girlfriend as well as long as she is living with me.
She cannot be arrested, questioned, interrogated based on my own verified Automatic Diplomatic immunity.
Ever since I was a child, my adoptive father has chastised me, for smoking, wearing diapers, saying "That's a real lunger" and expressing his toxic opinions about everything I do!
He believed that I HAD to get a J.O.B. (Just Over Broke) to be successful!
My adoptive father didn't even support my adoptive mom's talented music career! In fact, my adoptive father was and still IS an ego maniac!
He lives in his fragile ego!
My adoptive father is a covert narcissist! The woman he is currently with is a Jewish Sociopathic Narcissist who controls his every move.....and he submits!
I have been the center of many, many attacks by my adoptive mom, Cynthia Gayneau for not confirming and complying to her demands!
I constantly defied her demands to clean up my room, do my homework or wash the dishes! Rightfully so! I have always had to fight for my independence and my innate power!
I grew up in a single mother environment at 521 N. Treat ave in Tucson, AZ.
My adoptive father left us in 1981 and by 1982-1983 they got divorced.
As a branded and marked Chosen One, branded and marked by The Divine, I accepted a life contract that made my life from the start, MONUMENTALLY difficult and highly challenging!
By 1984, my adoptive father got into another relationship with my would-be stepmom; Marian Cacciatore. By 1986 the two got married and moved in "officially" even since she kind of moved in already.
When the two went on their honeymoon, I was left with one of my adoptive father's friends, Dan Matorozo who had a girlfriend who he was living with who had two girls in diapers. I was kept in Ultra Pampers Plus thick and bulky plastic-backed disposable diapers during that time.
It was the July 4th of 1986 of that year that my stepmom and I got into a power battle of control. I wouldn't do my chores and she physically grabbed my forearms leaving nail marks in them! I thought I was defending myself when I knocked her hands off me then I slapped her cheek! I went to bed wearing only my diapers that hot night and woke up on my belly in cuffs then was taken to the juvenile detention center overnight before being released. I never heard anything more of the case after that.We then moved to another house, 909 south Erin. That's when my stepmom really started making me wear my diapers around the house with a T-shirt and flip-flops.
My stepmom took me out shopping for groceries and my diapers to ABCO to by my diapers and wipes. My stepmom preferred Huggies disposable diapers over my choice of LUVS or Pampers.
On Wednesdays, she had women's group come over and there were a lot of mothers who had babies and toddlers in diapers. I had to wear my diapers with them showing with only my t-shirt around the house. She even changed my diapers right in front of all the mothers a few times.
Quite a few of the mothers even said they weren't embarrassed and had seen it all. I had to go toss my wet disposable diapers after she got done changing my diapers. My stepmom even said things like; "OH what a good boy for throwing your diaper away."
The reason she was doing all this was because of some new age child psychologist named Ishwalla or something like that, recommended she do so.
Ishwalla had recommended that my stepmom treat me like I was 2 and a half years old completely, even mandating a specific nap time for me during the day. Ishwalla also recommended that my stepmom do all of my diaper changes, even while out and about, checking to see if my diapers were wet or not while out.She did too! My rules were that I was not allowed to be out of earshot or eye sight at all times. If I wanted to go out to the backyard to play with my cars, I had to go out wearing only my diapers and a T-shirt and flip-flops or shoes and socks. She also recommended that my stepmom get me baby bottles and pacifiers. This was to attempt to embarrass me and shame me into not wanting to wear diapers, and of course that completely backfired on them!
I ended up having to wear my diapers for legitimate medical reasons anyway and BOY! Did my adoptive father complain!
I was 13 in 1986 and that was the year I was forced to leave my home permanently. By September or October of that year, I was not allowed back at home! I was placed into institutions falsely on their word that I was rebellious and a non conformist, which got me stuck in teen institutions who tried at first to stop making me wear my diapers but after numerous times taking me to many urologists, they ended up putting me back in diapers. In these institutions, their policies were such that it was a liability to allow me to change my own diapers, so nurses had to do so for me and check them to see if they needed changed. I spent a year in the first institution before being taken to one in Oregon where my adoptive mom lived with my Sociopathic Narcissist adoptive brother, Ronnie David Lewis (Now he goes by Michael David Lewis of Tucson, AZ)
While my idiot adoptive brother and I stayed in a home with our mother who was living with an abusive Sociopathic Narcissist man named Bruce, who routinely would throw Oregon cold twp water on us to wake us up!
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