An Open Letter To The World's Oldest Practicing Reprobate

What a dubious honor. Perhaps we can call you the World's greatest Liar. You are certainly the World's greatest hypocrite. True you do have a brilliant criminal mind and you are a bottom feeder when it comes to sick sex acts. I must commend your stealth tactics and covert execution. How brave of you to target innocent children and an elderly feeble one legged man. How did you strike upon such delicious debauchery? Securing a license to preach was genius. No one would ever suspect a minister of even thinking about the kinds of things you committed on a daily basis. That scheme to torture your "successful" children to the point that they would flee you and their loved ones was the best. Smear their names and declare them worthless bipolar drunks and dope addicts just to keep the scent off of you. It is incredible how keen and perceptive you are. You certainly have a talent for subterfuge. You missed your calling, you should have worked for the CIA. No, that would require a college degree, something you never earned. I know it wasn't your fault. It was all of those damn black ass niggers getting you pregnant all the time and refusing to marry you. I'm mad too. How could they refuse to marry a beautiful YALLA lady such as yourself. After all you had big legs, a nice shape and good hair. Didn't they hear you when you bragged for the millionth time ; "I'm light bright and damn near white!" Besides you could have any man you wanted and you did every night. I love the fact that you insisted on variety, some times multiple partners. Nothing could be better than having sex with four young virile men at the same time. Please don't forget the little children, those little black worthless street urchins. I know you couldn't help it. All those pretty young girls hanging around Fayetteville State trying to get and education. They were such easy prey just asking for it. Plus you had the ability to predict future reprobates such as yourself. Perverts recognise perverts, kind of like game recognize game. You are so right MJW no one will ever believe that little black "stanking" female that you birthed. How dare she tell on you. After all you kept her ass hole open with grits and grease. She should be glad that you fed her at all. Plus you were just trying to show the dumb bitch how she could make some money. She should be glad that you got that nigger to try to pay her for her fourteen year old pussy. I know ungrateful niggers make me sick too. How many mothers introduce their children to "the life" at such an early age? Brilliant, undetectable, your secrets can't be breached because no one is brave enough, no one has the balls to confront you. You are Mathy Jane the butch dike bull dagger, Madame Watson the Hoodoo Doctor, the shootingest, stabbingest, cut your motherfucking throat WHORE that ever lived. There were none before you and none will come after you. Plus FUCK all of them niggers that believe in a fucking god. Shit if they know like you know they better get any and every thing they want for themselves and FUCK all this praying an begging "god". If there is any proof that "god" doesn't exist you are certainly it. What kind of "god" would let a creature such as yourself exist unscathed for so long? Shit, how much more proof does the world need? You put that bullet in your meddling father's heart. They better recognize that you are not going out easily. No one is going to tell on you because you have too much shit on them. If they out you , you will out them. That's why you involved them in your demonic madness. Fool proof, someone should write a book about MJW the world's smoothest unrepentant demon. No one is going to believe it though. We all know the kind of evil you perpetuated is undefinable, unimaginable. Visualizing your life would make a strong man wretch.
I do have to wonder if this is what you planned? No I can't believe that you planned to become a broke ass demon possessed hag. It is funny how time changes all things. That's what you and *I*** *J** called me repeatedly when you tricked me into going on that cruise with you; "...wid 'yo broke ass". You made it abundantly clear that you invited me on that cruise to humiliate me. I had a lot of nerve graduating from college with honors and then being stupid enough to insist on loving and honoring you like a good daughter. Taking all of those tongue lashings and denying you your pleasure by sneaking off and crying in secret.
I know you just can't please some niggers. They expect you to be honest, loving, even protective. They are too sensitive about stalking and destruction. Why can't they play by your rules; "Don't out do me nigger. As a matter of fact why don't you just send me a check and go some where and fucking rot. I don't want to hear your whining and complaints. Line up and kiss my ass over and over because I had you sorry ass muthafuckers. Now I said it. Why couldn't you catch on and play your part? As a matter of fact you better not ever say one word against me. That stupid Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus then he went out and killed his fool self. I won't 'cause I like what I did and what I'm doing. If "god" wants me to stop he better stop me because you wimpy ass niggers can't. I made damn sure of that. That's why I emasculated all of you."
You have been betraying, murdering and sabotaging lives for over seventy years and you haven't felt a hint or remorse. Repentance is just some bullshit designed by the "Man" to trick a nigga.
This is real children. I hope and I pray that you never have to endure such pain. But if you do call them out early. "Fear no man!" It is a fact the wicked shall cease from troubling. Your homework is Proverbs 13:5; "A righteous man hateth lying; but a wicked man is loathsome, and cometh to shame."
Do not feel sorry for me because I have "Unspeakable Joy". The God I serve is miraculous. He can and he will turn all of your tragedies into triumphs. He will reduce your enemy to your foot stool.
In the mean time do what you can to be blessed; "Keep yourself up as much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel