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My name is Ronnie Merle McNutt. I live at County Road 60, New Albany, Mississippi, 38650.
This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by my Ronnie McNutt replica-shotgun. My Ronnie McNutt replica-shotgun has been sitting in my apartment for over a year now and I've been thinking of using it. Shortly after my 33th birthday, I came to think of a rather, shocking proposition. I asked myself if I could use my military knowledge to shoot myself in the head, which I would then get popular through Facebook Live. Facebook Live that I got popular on from my connections with the military. I was… astounded, I… I always thought I was a very moral man and I was… thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something my impulsive thoughts knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a depression diagnosis that was poised for me to take my own life. I went on a ride along, and saw just how much money even a small suicide video could make. And I was weak. I needed money for my therapy sessions so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and I had a partner, a man named George Floyd, a con-artist. I essentially sold myself into servitude to this man, and when I tried to quit, Floyd threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Floyd and I had a falling out. From what I can gather, I was always pushing for a greater share of the business, to which Floyd flatly refused to give me, and things escalated. Floyd was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "fentanyl overdose" on me, and it backfired. On his way to delivering the fentanyl, the cops pulled him over. He had an illegal amount of fentanyl and decided to consume all of it as to not get caught, but ended up taking his own life. He was seriously dead, and I wound up paying black people reparations which amounted to a little over $177,000,000. Upon the Floyd killing, the blacks were bent on revenge, working with a man named Joe Biden, he plotted to kill me, and tricked me into taking my own life. In fact, the rifle that I used on myself was built by him, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Biden had risen in the ranks to become the president of the United States, and about that time, to keep me in line, he took my replica-shotguns from me. For 3 months he kept them. My Facebook Live, who up until that point, had no idea of my military operations, was horrified to learn what I had done, why Biden had taken my replica-shotguns. I was scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my replica-shotguns. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, he gave me a phone call. I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Biden will kill me, or worse, I kill myself. I… All I could think to do was to make this video in hope that the world will finally see this man, for what he really is.
