A dreadful experience.
Sam is not awesome. He’s a narcissist who was complicit in a vicious crime against me and my family that was about emotionally destroying me, harming my relationships, my reputation, and driving me to suicide, so he didn’t safeguard any of my property however, by being obtuse and refusing to help me report this crime to the police or receive compensation from my attacker, he did defend his psychopathic felon crackhead cousin who destroyed a sizable portion of my parents’ property – a crime which Sam knew about. His family owes my family 1,200 dollars and that’s really a lowball figure. Sam and his family smeared me as a “harasser” and threatened me with a lawyer, but my family and I were the victims of their moblike aggression and miscreant nature and they were playing victim. In fact, I felt very harassed when our home was attacked and when Sam later not so covertly mocked and taunted me after this heinous crime occurred. Harassers – oh, how I hate them! His sister Ashley whom he adores was in the “adult industry” and I believe he has his pals post fake reviews for himself. Sam’s nameless district manager just gave me the silent treatment when I broached this subject with him or her, even though the property crime could’ve killed a young child if one was present. I couldn’t recommend doing business with this merchant and I recommend steering clear of Farmers in general. They’re a soulless, malignant bunch with a notorious reputation that precedes them, and the insurance industry is a racket anyways. Ironically, all this stemmed from me being provoked into making a single pro-Iranian comment which offended this family because they’re actually race traitors who do not respect Iranian people, if you get my meaning. This attack against me easily was one of the worst and most disturbing experiences of my life. I think I suffer from a paraphilia and dissociative identity disorder now because of how Sam and his family mistreated me. Not cool.