There is no sanctuary for an evil doer.

There is no sanctuary for wrong doing.  Don't give me the "stank eye" because you got caught doing what you always did.  Don't roar and blow your bad breath on me because every one in Wade Station, North Carolina was right.  You were as common as bat shit.  As a matter of fact you were worse.

I am on my blog, bragging, as usual, because you forced me to Jesus!  Praise the LORD.  Without your evil hand interfering in my life, I surely would have been lost,  like the rest of my family.

What's that?  It is called Divine Order!  It is the "real deal",  rather than that artificial magic dust you tried so desperately to peddle.  You ended up on the wrong end of the stick!  You should not be so surprised.  When were you ever winning?  When did you ever win?  Sure you got what you wanted, but you never got what you needed.

You always lied and claimed my grandfather mistreated you, beat you savagely.  You lying whore!  That is probably what he needed to do.  He never cursed you, called you names or demeaned you in any way.  He always talked kindly to you, forgave you and he certainly always helped you financially. As a matter of fact, you pimped your father.  Just straight "jacked" his check for losing his health and having to live with you.

Getting our checks "jacked"  by you was so customary, so expected, it became a standing joke.  As a matter of fact,  we all knew you could smell money.  And once Mathy Jane smelled your money, it was gone.  It was no longer yours, it was all hers.  You re-soled your shoes, wore the oldest, raggedest second hand clothes, just so you could proudly turn  over your entire check to Mathy Jane.  Yes, children, Mathy Jane had game.  She should have taught Iceberg Slim.

"There is no hiding place down here."  You can't mistreat me and justify your irrational hatred against me because you failed at life!  I didn't make you,  make all of those horrendous decisions.  You got what you got for being "nasty".  I know you were raped.  Perhaps that did awaken some sexual urges prematurely .   That  did not give you the right to have your carnal lust and eat it too.

Screaming; "Whut about dem' men?";  is merely a protest over an age old double standard.  Who are you to tell GOD that His laws are unfair.

So, you did just like you wanted, with whom ever you wanted, just like you wanted.  Perhaps you claimed pride, courage or cruelty.  But you could not own it.  The first words out of your mouth were;"Don't tell nobody "

Children, never do anything you would be ashamed to admit you did.  Period.  Case closed.

I know you rotted.  You pure rotted for 87 years.  You can not highjack any glory or honor  from me.  You're lucky  I don't go down to your dirty little grave and spit on it.  And  for all of the "Mathy Jane Supporters" , those still claiming what a great woman of GOD she was, you're a bunch of imps,  just as lost.  GOD help you!  Talk about blind and won't see!

If Mathy Jane is you definition of success, your pinnacle of the good life, may the Dear LORD  anoint you with a double "potion" of His love and tender mercies.  May he look out for you, lead and guide you.  May He heal your feeble mind, quickly.  "Come Jesus!".

There is no hiding place.  Your many sadistic secrets will be known.  Your bizarre brutal behavior will finally make sense.

I do believe Martha did volunteer to die.  She had no choice.   Her horrid life had finally caught up to her.  "That 'boy' came back home. Oh my.  The gig is up!  The cat is out of the bag."

Martha had to die, go ahead and cross the great divide,  hoping for some mercy.  Praying that GOD would count her phony preaching as something.  She was not about to "fess" up to her horrible life.

I could never understand why Martha demanded to punish us.  Not one of us volunteered to come here.  Martha was such an ignorant narcissist, she was stuck on; "You black mutha********* ruined my  mutha******** life!"  She was raging, felt robbed.   Once raped, ruined, it was over for her, and for that very fact alone,  it would be over for you.  Your "undoing" would be befriending or loving her.  Worse than a thousand midnights, be her child, be born into her clutches!  Mathy Jane was going to do the only thing she knew how to do well, make you her Bitch!

She could never see birthing us,  black, illegitimate, totally without fathers,  was curse enough.
The rapes, the incest, was just to  let us know how unhappy she was with our presence.  We were a burden to her.  A burden that burned like molten lava , with every single penny she had to spend supporting, feeding and caring for our sorry black  asses.

Martha was angry, raging, furious with us for making her pretend.  Forcing her to put on this clown act of "loving , nurturing, mother".  Martha was mad with us for making her pretend that she was happy, that she was satisfied.

Martha was a pathological liar.  And the biggest lie of all was of her great love for "family" , how "family" meant every thing to her.  The great love and admiration she had for her father, for  her church, for GOD, all lies!

"I just love my churin'.  I love me some *** and Gwen!"  Lying, "stanking" PERVERTED WHORE!

There is nothing like Freedom!  All of this great tragedy could have been avoided by telling the truth.  What if we as a family had faced our truth much early on?  What if some one had been brave enough to institutionalize Mathy Jane?

PTL!

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