True story!?

Maybe? I was in the fifth grade, ten years old.  My year had already started out wrong.  My beautiful, red head, movie star looking teacher, Mrs Dabinette, thought I was "retarded".

I can imagine what she thought about me.  TEN YEARS OLD ! And I had no idea my name was Rachel!  Raped! Enslaved! Tortured and mistreated by a damn fool ogre… that never thought enough of me to tell me my name.

Martha never took any pictures of us.  She took plenty of HERSELF! She did have a problem.  She was extremely fertile.

I know you are wondering, but don't wonder. (The most whorish despicable women in the world can get pregnant with little or no effort and wonderful, warm , loving, women go barren.)

Martha was not putting on.  She did NOT care! Could NOT care! Would NOT love or care for anyone EVER!

There is an excellent lesson re-iterated here.  You can never know what anyone thinks!  You can NOT judge a situation by the way it looks or what a person declares .  My mother sang and bragged about how much she loved us and what a good mother she was, in between her demonic acts and rants.

Am I mad? Of course!  I have to laugh.  I laugh to keep from crying.  One of those men should have killed the bitch.  One of those men marching lock step, enamored, in love, in lust, being pimped, delusional,  men should have done the world a favor.

One man tried when I was three.  He was squeezing her windpipe.  She begged for her life by screaming; "What about my children!?"

My grandfather used to "break wind".  When chastised  he would always allow; "Better out than in".

This very sad life of mine, is , what it is.  I know that GOD would not bring me to this awful truth without preparing me, without fortifying me.

I do hope and pray that my sincere testimony will help someone.  Come to the realization that satan puts on sheeps clothing in order to blend in, to hide.  his imps love the adulation but have no interest in the walk.

"Do not talk the talk if you are NOT interested in walking the WALK!"