My mother was an extremely foolish woman, just fucking retarded when it came to her stubbornness . Always for her benefit however. She never followed the wrong path when it came to her well being. She always made sure she had enough money, a fine car, fine clothes, a following, a host of yes niggers and flying monkeys.
You were going to be the one made to suffer hanging around Mathy Jane. You were going to be her scapegoat, her blood sacrifice and you were going to be so confused, such a blithering idiot you were never going to know.
Yes, I am mad, I am raging and the stanking slut better be glad she is dead. Not only did my mother have pretty children, we were all brilliant. There was not one time we did not score in the ninety-nine percentile on the Iowa Basic Skills test. My jealous demonic mother tried to pretend she didn't know what that was, what it meant.
Yes, she was a jealous whore working to destroy us on the sly because the ignorant slut did (not so )secretly blame us for fucking up her life. the dumb bitch fucked up her own life and could never fix it because she was immoral, low life, a troll, a THOT, a fucking maggot of a mother!
I don't know what the bitch preached for other than to have some where to show off her fine clothes.
Yes, Mathy was a "root worker". Unfortunately a very lazy selfish one. Mathy's "roots" were for her only. Yes, she had a pet nigger, married him after enslaving him for thirty-four years. She was at least sixteen years older than he was. Where is the honor in that? Martha always bragged that she could get any man she wanted and she did. Sure, it was through demonic WITCHCRAFT. But they were caught just the same.
She was a liar. She could not get ANY man she wanted. She could not get a good man, an honest man, a man that was not a pervert. No normal man was about to waste his life being kept by my mother.
That is why I don't mind my five brothers shunning me. They are ruined, eviscerated, castrated by their own mother. Not how sad, HOW HORRID! My mother should have had the courage to douse herself in gasoline and set herself on fire the first time she found herself trilled by one of her many sick demonic acts.
Would you knowingly drink hemlock? Would you bathe in a tub of hog shit? Well, why the fuck did we put up with Martha? Why didn't one of us have the courage to put just one bullet in that bitch's head? Sure, I can talk shit now. Now that the whore is long since dead. My mother is certainly an example of gender confusion. She was very masculine. Some have claimed I am too masculine, a "fem-a Nazi". Perhaps so, if I am too masculine for this world what does that mean? What does that say about femininity? Is femininity a sign of weakness? Cowardice?
When you find your self in a relationship with a woman like my mother, move, leave no forwarding address. Go into the "Witness protection program". Hide! Expatriate! They treat black people better in Europe, maybe Africa. "Get thee into a far country."
No! NO! NO! NO! NO! Yes, I always knew my mother was fucked up but, for far too long I foolishly believed she was fixable. World, when a grown ass woman pours a pot of hot boiling coffee on her toddler son because she is raging mad because the child's father did not divorce his wife to marry her, this world is in trouble. That innocent child is in deep shit, but our world is in deeper trouble because our world is crawling with such women and far too many victims are too terrorized to ever say "yea" or "nay".
My own mother demanded to be that kind of woman, to be promiscuous, to do as she pleased, but to be loved, adored and never so much as criticized. No such thing. "From such stay away."
No, no weapon formed against me shall prosper. In the end GOD will fix it, will even things out, will give you double for your trouble but, in the meantime you must suffer that albatross. The saddest fact about my mother's abominable evil, it was never necessary.
Martha was just a very foolish fallen woman that was too lazy to get up. Martha really thought lying, pretending and "working roots" was the answer. No, she never considered the cost. She never factored in the shame she would have to bear for her disclosure.
The family that shut me out for refusing to honor Martha Jane Walters can kiss my black ass because their mother is a fucking slut! I will not lie to anyone pretending that whore was ever good. Yes, I am still thrilled to death the low whore is finally dead.
"Come Jesus."
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