that I would eventually catch on, especially when my long lost brother returned after twenty-five years. 2 Thessalonians may mean nothing to most but it resonates with me. My birth mother was a monstrosity . A foul, vulgar demonic man with a vagina. She had to be endured. She could not be stopped.
Granddaddy knew, my grandmother Rachel knew. This Mathy Jane was a savage, lying, common reprobate that had to be outlived, endured, dissected, studied.
There is another case that finally made the news, some "man" kidnapped another toddler, raped and murdered her. Our world still wants to pretend that adults that seek carnal sexual pleasure from innocent children is really a non issue. My mother pretended her sick sadistic perversion was a non issue. She was an evil slut that held us hostage until the slut finally died. The bitch did take her fucking time! EIGHTY-SEVEN FUCKING YEARS of unrecognized sheer EVIL!!!
World, parents, if you ever have a little girl like Martha Jane Walters. A little sexually active murdering beast from the cradle , just go ahead and kill the bitch. Take her down in the woods and sacrifice her. Seriously, I am not joking. I am also not GOD. That is my human solution. Obviously GOD sees differently. It is all in Divine Order.
Martha was ridiculous! Wait! That is not the worse part. That apology, that remorse we kept waiting for, never came. No fucking money either. The bitch promised me five thousand dollars. Just another one of her malignant narcissistic lies. I wonder if my brothers got theirs?
I don't care! I'm so glad the bitch is finally dead she didn't have to levee me shit! Just leave bitch! Just fucking die already!
I used to play this for my students. I loved to make them get up and dance. I always made the "lamest" kid get up and dance. I know I discovered a lot of talent.
Yes, I got old fast. "Old" is terrifying, it is ugly. I was horrified by my Algebra II teacher's arms. The loose skin that swung back and forth like a flag blowing in the breeze as she demonstrated problem solving on the Overhead.
At the tender age of fifteen I was more than horrified, I told GOD no thank you. I felt that I would rather be dead than ever decay to that degree. That is what I declared in my head at the time.
"Youth is a vapor". Actually a fine mist. If you blink, you can miss it. It is not fair for some old fizzled out fag like my mother to get away with robbing our youth of their innocence and joy because s/he demands to blame the world for not serving it up to her as promised.
Was Martha truly that ignorant and selfish? She was never sorry for opening the skull of her two year old brother. No sorrow! ? I certainly witnessed her bludgeon her new husband's ass for rudely interrupting her very act of adultery. She made him cry and plead for her to forgive him!
Martha was never sorry or apologetic for anything she did to any one ever for any reason. If anything, she was irritated that you kept annoying her with your whining and complaining.
No, some one has to tell you, some one has to tell this world; cruelty is not courage. There is no such thing as a "good lie", a "necessary lie". All lies stem from fear, some form of cowardice. Trace your fear, back your train up. Retrace your steps. Go back, discover where you went wrong. Go back to where your world went wrong, the place where your caregivers failed you.
"Gimmie some whut got you here." My grandfather was hilarious. He was master of the "one liners".
I-95 was just completed. It was brand spanking new and ran right by my grandfather's farm. For some reason we were packed in the front seat of *Mr. Zeke Peak's old rusty pickup truck. Mr. Peak reminded me of blind Mr. McGoo, wearing thick eye glasses, old, bent over and gnarled up with arthritis. Not only was Mr. Peak hard of hearing, and thick, he was most ignorant and you couldn't tell him anything.
He was driving down the wrong side of Interstate-95! The whole concept of a divided highway had completely escaped him and the more granddaddy tried to explain the concept the more intractable old Zeke grew.
I was a small child and I remember laughing at the way granddaddy screamed; "SHIT! NIGGER ! STOP THE CAR! JEST LET US OUT! …Shit …we kin walk from here."
If you are truly a slow thinker pray for discernment or at least a sign.
Just what do you think you are doing and just who do you think you are doing it to!? GOD told you not to mock (HIM), not to lie, steal or kill. You came here and did it all, over and over. Not only did you do it, laughed about it, bragged about it.
You were a beast Martha! You deliberately held us hostage, stole and destroyed our dreams simply because some "Indian" that looked like Robert Ryan ruined you, and refused to marry you.
No one wants a whore Martha. Male or female. And if you are going to be a whore you can't be a vicious brutal savage one like you were. I don't know why you thought you fooled anyone regarding your sexual preference.
You know what Martha, the more I think about it, the more I realize you were transgender. You shaved daily, had a very deep voice. You certainly had the sexual appetite of a lusty primitive man. Bitch, you could fight! Muhammad Ali could not have layed a glove on you.
Yes, I know I can fight too. I learned early from you. I have been in a few fights. Yes, I did turn vicious. Yes, I did put some serious hurt on a few people. I made my point without fully taking their lives and I left all of them with something to remember me by. That's sad. That is savage. But, that is the world we live in.
I taught for thirty years reminding my students that I loved Jesus, was not Jesus, and it would behoove them to not get us confused. I do thank GOD that I never caught a case. I thank you LORD. Keep my volatile temper in check. Keep me from spewing the pent up rage I have against my mother on others.
She is dead now. I endured. I recognize I benefited tremendously from her sick petty, pathetic mind. She knew better. The low slut was a low slut because she wanted to be a low slut. "Shun the very presence of evil."
It is my greatest desire to reverse the curse. "Come ye out from among them." My relatives that are still in denial are going to find themselves faced with this truth very soon. If your name is Walters or Doster and you are related to me, people are going to ask you; "What did you know and when did you know it?"
I am pretty much revolted by the fact that I know my mother was putting on, was deliberately "playing" me. Was never more than a "Carnie", a con artist, a pathological liar, a woman of very little faith in anything but primitive slave hoodoo. That was her lost. She was a brilliant actress. She could have been Lena Horne or Dorothy Dandridge but her insane jealousy and infantile ego prevented her from ever growing as a human being.
What an idiot. The choice is yours ladies and gentlemen. You may choose righteousness or you may choose evil as Martha clearly did. Why? She was a delusional lying Imp for satan.
GOD will take care of you. I am physical proof, living evidence. Praise the LORD! No, my birth mother was never as ignorant and hideous as she pretended to be, or wanted to be. Martha Jane Walters was a very immoral woman that did deliberately sell her soul to satan for a mess of pottage, for fifty more dollars than her victims.
Martha was a very low whore with even lower aim. She did hate me! The broiling hatred my own mother held for me is beyond phenomenal. That kind of unbridled evil could only come from WITCHCRAFT! The worse kind of diabolical evil, "mother against daughter". That evil is here. It can not be denied. It is time for that secret Jezebel whore to sit down though.
Did Martha ever think she was getting away, was in fact fooling GOD while delusional enough to fool herself?
No. Martha was an imp, easily satisfied. She drove a Cadillac, most people didn't. So there! Only a very immature woman would fail to understand why so many people do not drive luxury cars they can not afford. Only a very foolish immature woman would force her children to eat "grits and grease" for months in order to afford to front for people she hated for hating her.
Only a very childish woman permitted to have tantrums and always get her way would refuse to live in a house that was paid for, on sixty-five acres of land on I-95 because she secretly hated the community that never did anything but talk about her.
First of all, you deserved to be talked about. Women did not get pregnant every year and have abortion after abortion, live in a whore house, prostitute and flimflam people back in the Forties and not get talked about. You are lucky you didn't get lynched or at least incarcerated.
No mater. You proved that a reprobate is in fact a reprobate and all should be shunned at all cost forever.
Yes, you stalked me, breathed down my back every day of my life trying your damnest to interfere, to block my blessings. Lying, ignorantly, primitively, "chunking dust". Destroying my writing, my art, my life, because in your twisted mind I prevented you from being a great writer. So, you had to repay me on the sly, on the down low, because you are a secret viper, a low coward. Martha you hated every one for eighty-seven years for secretly being the low viper everyone said you were but you pretended no one knew but you.
Guess what bitch? You never were that secret. I never was as slow as you made me out to be. Back to your constant plotting, maiming, burning, scalding, stabbing, aborting, MURDERING. You should have done something about that.
You could have repented. You could have trusted GOD for real. You always wanted to be big time, to be famous. I am doing my best to help you. The problem is many in the world are still not ready to accept the truth about a creature such as you. Plus, we all have to examine our own hearts for permitting some one like you to be tolerated for so long.
