You want to sow ...

but you don't want to reap. You demand titles and honors that you did not earn.  Your daddy had a good name.  You think you successfully stole it. You prided yourself for getting away with MURDER.  I just want to know how did you sleep?

I see you moved out of that house as soon as possible.  Moved into an apartment while looking for a new house. (I knew something was wrong, as cheap and tight fisted as you were about spending your money) Granddaddy came back and haunted you, didn't he?  That is why you put on that phony mourning act, wearing all black for two or three years.  Putting on, trying to shed some bone dry crocodile tears.

You murdered him because of me didn't you?  I made him proud. I was virtuous. I was honest, kind, obedient, everything you weren't.  Yes, my granddaddy bragged on me. Loved the very ground I walked on, told me that I was the jewel in his crown.

My grandfather kept a separate bank account for your brother's children.  I heard you lie to him and tell him that granddaddy didn't leave any money. LIAR!  You hated your brother so much, you robbed his children.  If one of them tells me that they did in fact get the money their grandfather left them, I will take it back.

If some one sends me a pic of granddaddy's headstone, I will apologize and say I'm sorry.  (An old headstone from 1979, not a new one you coons went an placed on there lately.)

I am not sorry about all the name calling.  That is one characteristic I acquired from you. (Dear LORD, please forgive me, help me to shed her bad habits)

Again, writing is what I do.  It is my vocation, my life.  Writing is as automatic to me as breathing.  To demand that I stop writing what GOD has commanded me to tell would be a sacrilege.  I am not going to dishonor GOD for you.

One more thing; attention every one with Walters blood running warm in your veins.  Everytime you see his picture and you don't stop and "like".  Every time you snub my grandfather because you want to be included with the ignorants imps that still worship at the feet of Mathy Jane, you bring a curse on yourself.  I am not trying to scare you, just inform you.   It is Bible! Honor your father and mother.  You don't honor the closet imp that murdered him, simpleton!

If you read and understand the book of Revelation you will chill out on honoring her so quickly and passionately.

[Excerpt from The JR Walters Chronicles  Copyright June 17, 2014  All rights reserved]