Right now you're at the bait part. The hook comes next.

Not being a scam artist myself, I don't know the name of the scam. You tell us.

But, you're like Pedro Pascal's character in Wonder Woman 1984.

You're like that kid every teacher bemoans, "if he'd spend a fraction of time just learning the material or doing his homework as he does trying to cheat, trick, or get out of it, he'd be a straight A student!"

You're THAT guy.

So, the bait here is, "Nobody cares about you lonely and desperate men and they never will. But I understand you because I've been where you are. I see you (...and I know how much you want to help me line my pockets).

I made my way out, despite everyone being against me. And now I have money. I'm so naturally good at this that I could have been a millionaire at 18. If it weren't for 'them'. I could have been successful, and now that I have untethered myself from everyone else, I will be successful. I'm almost middle class. It's all smooth sailing from here.

I'm blogging my journey to success. Follow along."

Once you have a big enough following, comes the hook:

"I had it so rough from my privileged American upbringing, but I escaped and am now thriving cramming my American dream down the throats of nonAmericans who aren't jaded yet. I care about you. For $49.95 you can access my workshop where you can learn to do the same!! Because my pockets care so much about your money....I mean, you."

That about sum it up?

Again. Sorry, not sorry to be the wet blanket to your delusions of grandeur.

Before you go....would you care to explain to everyone how it was you were so unloved, ignored, and uncared for that you got to go see a shrink to be prescribed those pills?

You think everyone gets mental health care? You thi kneveryones parents can afford a shrink to prescribe those meds, much less the meds? You think everyone had someone to get them there and advocate for them?

Poor little Rising Current.

Pity Party for One....your table is ready.