June 4, 1951

June 4, 1951 was the day I came to "be". According to my "mother" I made my debut at ST. Phillips Medical Hospital in Richmond, Virginia. "Over looking the James River..." was one of the eloquently phrased sentences that she gave me for the autobiography I had been assigned by my fifth grade teacher.

There were some things that she told me about my birth that I didn't dare tell in my autobiography. The fact that my "father" had "abandoned" me, the fact that my first crib was a dresser drawer, the fact that my mother gave me away and had to kidnap me on her mother's orders.

Whoa! Stop *Blinky, hush with all that noise. Open your eyes, listen with your ears. Don't dare think that you escaped her "proclivities". You've had four husbands. She shared a lot about your life with me. There is no way to know what she has told you about me.

Bottom line, GOD has given the world a glimpse into the mind of this kind of demon. Mathy is Casey Anthony. You have known her as long as I have. There is no way she never wronged you terribly or lied on you. Her interest in your husbands and your character coupled with her secret jealousy and larceny should not be ignored.

The truth is it doesn't matter. What GOD has for you is for you. The devil can not stop His plan for your life.

I will not stop. I will keep talking, I will keep screaming until somebody hears me.

She tricked us, pawned her demonism off as normal. No one really ever told us different. I had to learn on my own. Quietly compare on my own. I reflect on the long list of atrocities she committed against us, against me and her host of minions continue to defend her on her command.

Stockholm syndrome, indoctrination, internalized fear, mind manipulation, brain washing, it doesn't matter what you call it. The woman is foul, oozing with flesh eating evil. I will not abide her. I will not count her as kin. I have mounted a campaign against her and her kind.

I want the next pervert to consider the cost, think more carefully, seek help.

Mathy Jane is a woman too sorry, lazy and unconcerned to get help for her "condition". I am not going to lie and say that I am lying. She is not going to repent because she can't. She can't care. No more than I can care about a roach I stepped on years ago. Murdering her own father concerned her about as mush as smashing a fly. She is infuriated that I won't let it go. She doesn't even care that I know. She is laughing at me; "Yea I did it! You can't prove it. I will never confess and there is nothing you can do about it."

This is the total history of our existence. Mathy Jane always doing some foul reprehensible deed that the victims or family had to pretend we didn't see or feel. Everything was our fault.

No, you didn't have to have me. Take that thought further, you didn't have to torture me. You didn't have to be a sneaky demon stalking and sabotaging my every move.

Yea, I know you did it, you can't undo it. Your minions are your minions. They can't or won't help themselves.

You, go think of a better lie, call people up crying. Round up your posse. Keep pounding, keep trying to turn your lies into GOD's Gospel truth. Find people just like you. Find people that think hair and color decide your destiny in this world.

Keep laughing at your pathetic children. When you can't tell a lie act one. Keep climbing up into that pulpit. Keep crawling up there dirty and "stanking" with your lies. You will win. No one around you is brave enough or smart enough to see through you. Use your Bible as a paper weight or a prop. No one cares about anyone else in this dog eat dog world. The least of all a little black bastard that came to be sixty years ago today.

Go ahead, I am waiting to see it. Turn GOD's WORD into a lie with your black "magic" hoodoo. Suddenly get very generous. Give all of your imps a surprize gift. Tell them how great they are, how you always admired them and loved them the most. Remind everyone how hard you had it with all of these sorry men that never did anything but take advantage of your innocence.

Be sure you pray and cry. A lie will still be a lie but at least you will feel better.