Talent can’t be stolen. Creativity can’t be hacked, A gift can’t be copied. #JennieBonita #KevinSwarbrick

Talent can’t be stolen.
Creativity can’t be hacked.
A gift can’t be copied.



Writing, singing, creating, published novels, published books, all our creative sides, those things come from inside a person.
They come from lived experience, from emotion, from truth.
They come from a place the people behind all this simply don’t have access to.

And that’s why they’ve tried so hard to tear it down.

Jealousy is a powerful thing.
It makes people bitter.
It makes people reckless.
It makes people do disgusting things like trying to destroy someone else’s life's, their work because they can’t create anything of their own, they lack empathy, and smile in your face.

Jennie and I saw that for all these years.
People watching from the side-lines, wanting what we had but never willing to put in the heart, the time, the soul it takes to build something real.
People who couldn’t stand the fact that we had talent, connection, creativity, things they couldn’t fake, no matter how many accounts they hacked or how many lies they spread.

And that jealousy is written all over what’s happened since 2018.
It’s written in the break‑ins.
It’s written in the stolen belongings.
It’s written in the online attacks.
It’s written in the takeover of Jennie’s Facebook in December 2025.
It’s written in every attempt to rewrite our history.
And its clear to see what they're trying to do, which is fine, it makes our story louder, it makes our love louder with Jennies voice saying, 'Keep going Kevin, your doing me proud in keeping our love memories alive, I love you millions!'

That's the voice I hear, that's the only voice I listen too!

They can mimic.
They can copy.
They can steal.
They can pretend.

But they can’t create.
They can’t love like we loved..
They can’t build what we built.
And that’s why they tried so hard to destroy it.

But they failed, because the heart of it is still here.
With me, in my voice, in me, in my groups, all over the world my heart is spilling out.

And no amount of hacking accounts or manipulation will ever change that.


My love remains where it always belongs, with Jennie.

If you got to the end of this post, thank you for reading it.

I wish you happy healing too.

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