Okay: What is occurring here is that you are punishing me for bringing to light your own crimes. You have made it so that I cannot work (in any field, much less the lucrative field of my expertise,) and you have scared off anyone who might want to be my friend. For someone who had few social outlets to begin with, this is a death sentence.
You truly are killing me, by starving me physically and socially.
I want you to do one thing, by which you will achieve two ends. I want you to deliver a ten-dollar bouquet of flowers to my doorstep today. One, this will lift my spirits and begin the rehabilitation of your own souls: to bring joy into another's life.
Two, it will unlock that legal straight jacket you've got me in --because if a jurisdiction delivers flowers to a Targeted Individual, then obviously that individual can't really be worthy of being a target, now can he?
...Not to mention that any world that deems delivering flowers to a person to be illegal is no world I want to live in.
This is how you begin reclaiming your lost souls.