I'm sure my birth mother ...

wondered how I finally caught on.  She was suave, perfect, smooth as silk, beautiful, brilliant and a "root worker",   common! Common as bat shit.  No, "root working" and preaching don't mix! Preaching and prostituting don't go together.

How did I finally catch on?  Mathy could preach.  Well. I was convinced she could preach.  Was I really convinced? Or did she convince me that I was convinced?

Well,  when I was four and when I was five I witnessed Mathy beat that man into a bloody pulp.  Once when he caught her in the very act of fornication! Of adultery! And when he gambled away his pay check.

Martha didn't react that way when I cut the pure fool running and hollering down the halls of the motel in Fort Gordon , Georgia when I was fourteen.  Dumb ass Mathy had to fake caring, faked a fight.  So tell me why she was caught fornicating with that buzzard the very next day? Sorry swine! Buzzards! Both of them! Both never missed ONE Sunday of "Church".

No, two dead buzzards, you can't fool GOD! Sure you can fool fake "Christians" all day long, not one real Christian.  Now rot!

"Come ye out from among them."