Your Invited to a Halloween ZOOM Spooktacular in Delray Beach

 

A Halloween ZOOM Spooktacular 

 

October 28^{th   2019}
                            

At the Enchanted Delray Beach Library!

ABRACADABRA!

Hear ye!

Hear ye!
It's all free!
The young and old and even the wee!

From far and wide and side to side,

all are invited to hear

the scariest tales, 

 you'll bite your nails,

 yer heart will jump like purple whales!

The Enchanted Delray Library invites YOU to a special Spooktacular ZOOM  Halloween treat! 

It occurs not one minute later nor one second earlier but right on the dot, ready or not on October 28th at EXACTLY SEVEN O'CLOCK!  (7:00 pm)

Don't be late, or all will be lost, and goblins and ghouls will hunt you down with werewolves leading the pack. They will seek you out, find where you rest, and bring you screaming back! BOO! 

You must Register  HERE because the Spook count will be high. And we want everyone to get a front-row seat! At seven o'clock, Slightly Spooky stories will begin for kids 6 and up. There will be a 5-minute intermission, and then Super Spooky stories for Teenagers will start!

                                                                         

Let's face it Trick-or-treating is out in the time of COVID. Halloween parties are a maybe. So where did Halloween go this year? Worry not. The Delray Beach Library's got your back. This is the first of its' kind event, organized by our most bewitching librarian Isabella Rowan! 

                                                                                                                 

When is the last time you've sat in a circle in the dark of night in front of a campfire,  dry sticks crackling,  flames revealing shadows of ghosts and monsters all around?  Have you ever built a fort of sheets, and sat in the darkness with your friends and watched as someone put a flashlight under their chin, becoming a creature, a vampire? IF the answer is no, I'm quite sure you've seen enough horror movies to know campfires and sheet forts are the perfect settings to tell scary stories.    

But who could tell such a story, where do they live, what do they know? As luck would have it, there is indeed a storytelling school in Florida- with some of the greatest storytellers in all the land.  One of those storytellers  Linda "Schuyler' Ford, will be joining us for the Delray Beach ZOOM Spooktacular. Linda has been a professional storyteller for over 30 years! In fact, she has storytelling retreats that attract nurses and caregivers, and pubic speakers to learn to tell hypnotic and transformative tales. Who knew? She does parties and weddings and can brighten up even the dullest event.

                                                                                     

 The art of  Storytelling came before the computer, television, radio, books. Storytelling was the only way that man could pass down knowledge to one another. Somehow I lost sight of the art or wasn't looking for it. But like Halloween magic, it just materialized before my eyes. And as a writer, I am signing up for one of her workshops. What better way to learn to pitch a story to a producer than to attend one of Linda "Schuyler' Ford's retreats?  She is described as, "an expressive magician who uses art and words to take listener of wondrous journeys." All true. I bet she rocks a Ted Talk!

               

                                                                           

So gather the family. Here's a secret and sacred recipe for the best Halloween night ever! If you cannot do these things, you can say, sign or imagine them, and the magical effect will be the same!

1.       Sign up for the event!

2.       On the day of, put your computer in the middle of the room and build a sheet fort around it. (make sure it's plugged in)  Or if you have a tent, pitch it with your computer inside.

 

3.       That afternoon get your costumes on and make some Halloween treats or buy some cupcakes or candy. Get messy! Eat lots of sugar, act like a crazy person, and never take a nap. After your dinner of pizza, swedish fish, gummy worms, and chocolate bars run wild until 6:30.

 

4.       At exactly 6:30, get everyone in the house to form a circle, hold hands and say the magic words;

We are here to find the night,
               and give the goblins all a fright!
We'll cry and scream with all our might,
                no matter if we're wrong or right!

5.       Then, everyone must pat their stomach with their left hand; and tap their head with their right hand. Three times. Reverse.

 

6.       Put on the song, "The Monster Mash" and dance dance dance.

After you’ve danced, make a circle, hold hands and say the magic words;

I am jacked up on sugar
here I will stay.
Tomorrow will be another day!

7.       Pull-on the earlobe of the person to your right twice. (gently)                  

8.       Play the song "Let's do the Time Warp again" from the Rocky Horror picture show. Dance!

9.       Now you are ready to go into your tent. Close the lights bring a flashlight, and more candy. I do not want to see your mouth empty. Sign up to the Library and ENTER if you dare!!!!

 

But who is the enchantress that created this magical night?

This, first of its' kind event, was organized by the bewitching librarian Isabella Rowan. Here’s her story. When Isabella was 40 yrs, she found herself divorced and a single mom.  The time had come to spread her wings, but what to do? Well, she knew one thing for sure, as a daughter of two missionaries,  public service flowed through her veins. But who to serve and how?

                    

Isabella Rowan

                

That night, she had a dream that she was a Knight, and was fighting to stop angry people from throwing books into a fire. She woke transformed into a Book Knight! From that moment on, it was her calling to protect all books; ancient and modern, good and bad, near and far, in this language and that, thin or thick, small or tall. She decided to get a Master’s degree in Library sciences and became the most skilled librarian in all the land. 

All she needed was a castle with books she could protect.  But time passed, and Isabella became sad - she was a magician with no home.                                                                                     

      

Then on one rainy day in January 2018, her rescue cat Quito purred the answer in her ear.

 Eureka! Isabella ran to the enchanted Delray Beach library (that had been around since 1913) and spoke to The Director and Queen of the castle. Karen Ronald-who knew how to spot a good witch when she saw one.  Queen Karen welcomed Isabella into the fold.  A perfect match!  In this place, Isabella had a chance to shine. Her creative gift flourished in various programs for all ages, from cooking to writing, Storytime, poetry workshops, computer training, and yoga, to name a few. Yes, indeed, if you were a person of any height and any age Isabella made sure there was a program for you. But then the unexpected happened! Darkness descended upon the land with a virus called COVID, and the people were afraid, and some got sick. No one came to the Library anymore, books got sad, and computers silently wept.  

And as things got worse, Queen Karen Reynolds got frustrated and knew she had to do something. She called a meeting for all the people in her kingdom who worked at the Library who cleaned and protected and volunteered and said,  "We must fight his darkness together. We must make a spell and help the people. We must give them books and programs and make them happy-smart again.”  

And the good witch Isabella clapped her hands with joy and exclaimed, "We can do this. We will do this. We will make the people happy-smart again                                                     

And together with the loyal staff and other Librarian Knights, they began to find ways to invite people into the Library. Today they insist on masks, gloves if you are touching the books and proper social distancing. Unfortunately, there are no in-person programs of any kind, but curbside pick-up available and you can get a virtual library card online!

 

And then a most wonderful surprise, the Library found a way to Zoom all kinds of programs. The people began to return to the Enchanted Delray Beach Library.  They wanted to be happy-smart again! 

                                                                                                                              

But as Halloween approached, it became clear to the book Knight Isabella that the dark days were not over. People could not trick-or-treat or go to parties, so she did what any good witch would do. She and the Queen of the castle wove a spooky spell, and Isabella got an idea. Poof!

 “Let's get a storyteller like Linda "Schuyler" Ford who can tell scary stories for little people, big people, and all people, and let's give them a Halloween treat they'll never forget. Let them dress up, eat their candy, run around crazed, and have a  fright!”

And that's how the Delray  Beach  Spooktacular was born. It's a free event! That's why it's so important you register because many will be attending. All spooks who register must be counted. And ghosts cannot be seen.               

Please help!!!

 

But the darkness of COVID has hurt The Enchanted Delray Beach Library, and they need your help. The castle used to host glamorous parties and book signings and Xmas events to continue to bring Spooktacular's and all their wondrous programs to the people. The Library is a 501 (c) non-profit, so you can give freely because when the dark days fade, we will all need to be happy- smart again. And right now, the smart thing to do is to support the Library with whatever you can. You can go to their website, www.delraybeachlibrary.org, and fill out a form or email the very famous Knight Kae Jonsons, the Director of Development and Communities Relations. She will guide you on your way with magical fairy dust, lots of thanks and love, and good wishes for this holiday season and beyond.  

Kae.Jonsons@delraylibrary.org

 

BOO!

 

The Library is now offering fantastic online courses and virtual library cards so you can be happy-smart again!

Delray Beach Library is located at 100 West Atlantic Ave. Delray Beach Florida 33444
And can be reached at 561 266 0194

The Library is open Mon-Sat 9-5

For more information on storytelling, please check out the Florida Storytelling Association@  flstory.com. They are hosting a Virtual Festival from Jan 28-31, which should be a lot of fun!

The Secret to Eternal Youth

Hallelujah! Eureka!  I solved the secret to eternal youth for under a buck! Where is my Pulitzer prize?

 

I have discovered the secret to eternal youth. Well, I'm over 50, so eternal youth is anything below 40. But over the last 4 months, I not only feel like twenty, but I'm being treated like I am. Poof!! 

Through careful observation and first-hand experience, I noticed that an awful lot of young men were chatting me up in the dog run.

And I would catch them peeking at me when they thought I was not looking. Something strange was up. What could it be?  So I thought to myself,  yes, there are young men who have a thing for older women, but this was out of control.

All of a sudden, they everywhere following  me around in the grocery store, asking me weird things  like, "where can I buy asparagus  and is the fried tofu any good?"

I hadn't got this much attention since...I can't remember when. And then, Eureka! It hit me. These guys had no idea how old I was.  All they saw was the hair and the eye make-up that I applied carefully and heavily every day because it was the only thing anyone saw.

In the time of COVID, I have stumbled on the secret. Yep. After all these years of women paying for skin creams,  getting plastic surgery and injections, changing their diet, taking supplements, and drinking smoothies. Who knew the answer was so simple.

 I am here to tell you that all you need to harness eternal youth are two simple things. First, wear a  COVID mask, and second, focus on heavy eye make-up.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, but they are also age resistant.  True, a couple of crows feet walk here and there, but that's an easy cover up with a good foundation.

So ladies no matter what your age, all the guys see is your eyes. The rest is left up to the imagination. And if there is anything men can find do well when it comes to women, is imagine what women might look like. 

Enjoy being chatted up but be responsible, because these young men can be your sons, so treat them that way. 

Let's have fun but don't let it get to your head. Because when the masks come off, age goes on.

Bam! 

Let's stay safe and sexy together!

Kay 

Elinor Sullivan Shut Down her lab of tourtue

 PETA sent me some information about another Animal experiment named Elinor Sullivan. She'd trying to figure out if eating a lot of junk food affects a baby. Yep that cost us over 5.2 million in tax dollars for the years 2011 to 2019. What do you think? Can eating junk food every day during pregnancy affect an infant? Yes or No. If you picked YES you too can make 5 million dollars. 

As many or you may or may not no I believe that people who experiment on animals are serial killers in the making who will not make the leap to humans because their victims are endless. They are technically known as Zoosadists because they work with animals.  I also believe that there is a severe psychosocial condition that demands immediate removal from society as large and intensive psychiatric treatment to interfere with the impulse to terrorize, brutalized murder, and create an environment in which a creature pisses itself just upon seeing you.  

 So you know where I stand. Overtime writing about such abominations I have observed that many of them are women. This strikes me as odd because women are considered nurturing. But over the last couple of years, I have been coming across mot and more women who work and run labs that focus on brutal twisted animal experiments. And if you read my article of Elizbeth Murray I take the time to semiological describe her are the girl next door. And now another is that fits the bill Elinor Sullivan  the girl next door who loves dogs and gardening. Just looking at her I would be proud to have her as my daughter. No make-up fresh face natural approachable, sensible.

But peel that back and a monster is revealed. In her lab, lots of "torture sports" occur. Snatching small baby monkey's from their mothers and put then in steel cages alone. Some freeze in terror others screech in horror. They are now part of a (HIT) experiment. It's called the Human Intruders Experiment. I kid you not. 

The idea of this experiment is to stare at the little one until it breaks down in terror and submission urinating on itself. That just one of the fun things Elinor Sullivan does at work. .That's a fun day at work but it doesn't stop there!

Sullivan has to impregnate mothers and then force-feed them junk food and when they give birth their tiny babies are pulled from the womb have their head cut off, Their brains are craked opened to see if the junk food diet made a difference. This, of course, has to compared to healthy mothers and babies.  

Dr. Lisa Jone-Engel,  a primatologist who review the recording of Sullivans videos and research, believed the experiments introduce far too many unaccounted for variables"

in 2010 Elinor Sullivan removed monkey fetuses from their mothers. I wonder did they have to kill the mother to do that or just cut her stomach open. They would quicked separated them 11 in total and remove their brain.  IN another Sullivan and her colleague forced monkeys to run on treadmills at increasing speels until they collapsed from exhaustion. 

IN 2018 she published the result of an experiment in which half the female monkeys' pregnancies ended in miscarriage because the animals, who live in a clearly delineated hierarchical structure were thrown together as a stranger, resulting in an unstable group environment.  (PETA)

And that same year she published an experiment in which 7 month-old monkeys were killed by exsanguination which means bleeding to death.  That must have been one hell of an afternoon. PETA

What can you do? call the  Organon National Primate Research Center (ONPRO)

Email Elinor Sullivan and pray because if this is the beginning of the journey of her career the rest is sure to be a bloodbath of torture and terror she must be stopped and treated before she turns into something we do not  want to see. And,...beware the girl next door. 

Book Review OIiver Twist by Charles Dickens

 

Charles Dickens is one of the great literary giants of our time. He was also an activist for social justice in the Victorian Era in London, England, which spanned from 1837 to 1901. In the book Oliver Twist, Dickens brings to light the horrible lives and perceptions of children. The rule of thumb of the time was that children should be seen and not heard. Because of this, they were also enslaved, abused, tortured, and forced to work under deadly conditions. Children were sent into the coal mines deep into the ground; many never emerged. Orphanages were full of unwanted children, and cruel businessman had their pick.  If Dicken’s did not write about this, many important details of that time of the treatment of children would be lost.  Dickens was well aware of the importance of being a historian, a sociologist, an economist, and how to weave those elements together into storytelling that will last for ages.

This subject was purposeful. Charles Dicken wanted to reveal the horrors of child abuse so he could initiate change. No question he was an activist writer.

What few know about the enormous volume of works by Charles Dickens is that he is the granddaddy of the soap opera form that we know and love today. And some could argue the comic book form as a pictorial genre. You see, Oliver Twist was not written as one big book. It was distributed over time between 1837 and 1939 in serial book form. Hundreds of people would anxiously wait on the docks of London for a boat carrying the next chapter of Oliver Twist to be delivered.

What will happen next? Will it be dreadful and horrible or loving and kind.

We first meet Oliver in an orphanage run by a vile, abusive woman Mrs. Coenry who soon discovers that the state pays her more to take the dead bodies of children away rather than feed them. This is the place where Oliver starts his operatic soap journey from hopeless and helpless to loved and cherished and back again.  Good and kind, pure of heart and soul, would Oliver be able to navigate his way through this cruel world?

 If it wasn’t for Mr. Gamefield who picked Oliver to become a chimney sweep, he would have most certainly died. Child labor was part of the economy, and the children were grateful to be saved from an orphanage and paid with a little food and water. The chimney sweep was widespread child labor. Our main protagonist Oliver Twist is forced to work in this profession. On a daily bases, he was sent up a chimney full of soot, grease, and charred remains of bones. He was small and could fit, and up he would ascend with a broom and try to sweep the chimney clean, descending again covered in ash unable to breathe.  

Many small children died in that way. Some got stuck. To unstick them, their owners would set the hearth on fire with hopes the boys so terrified by the flames would scurry to the top…it worked some of the time.  But children were considered replaceable, and the orphanage was full of more boys.

And so little Oliver’s adventures begin like a boat tossed in the waves. Good happens than bad and good again. Evil people try to hurt him, and good people fight to help him, and when will it ever end? 

Oliver meets the kind Mr. Brownlow who wants to adopt him. But in a horrible twist of fate, Oliver is kidnapped and made a pickpocket by a dangerous street gang led by the Monstrous  Bill Sikes, who employs unwanted children in his criminal enterprise, and his partner Fagan who converteds the stolen treasures into cash. Here, Oliver meets Nancy, a lady of the night with a kind heart who is murdered for helping Oliver escape.  

And there are more cunning twists and zigzags that will leave you on the edge of your seat. Finally, after an exhausting journey, the stars align. Quite by accident, Oliver finds his way back, Mr. Brownlow, who and with the help daughter beautiful, kind, and innocent Rose, discover a very curious mystery. Who is this, Oliver?  Friend or foe?

What will happen to little Oliver? Will he escape the life of a pocket? Would Mr. Brownlow be able to save him, or would the kind Rose love him? Would he live happily ever after or die a horrible death? Or could it be something in between?

If you want some answers to those questions, I suggest you pick up this Classic, hold on tight, and get ready to ride this rollercoaster.

Linda Rosen Dry Bandages Review: This Story needs a Bandage

This Story Needs a Bandage

Review of short story Dry Bandages by Linda Rosen 20/20

Every once in awhile I come across a writer that does not make sense to me. Ms. Rosen is one of those. Before the pandemic, she was part of a panel of experts at the Delray Beach Library to discuss crafting a short story. This event was promoted by the Women National Book Association so being a paying member I thought I'd go. Ms. Rosen represented herself to an audience of writers as an expert on the art of story writing. To get to that point she would have to have an intimate knowledge of non-negotiable structuralist denominators,  character development, and plotline advancement. 

I was happy to be a part of the talk and invite learning. Sadly,  nothing could be further from the truth. 

I was hoodwinked into accepting the advice of someone who was not a specialist in any of these things but rather a butcher of all.  Who. What. Where. When. How? Ms. Rosen has heard of none of these short story rules. The WNBA  of South Florida run by President Andrea Baron used their platform to mislead attendees into believing that they were learning from an experienced writer.  Writing is a wonderful craft but when you play professional and impart knowledge you will get the professional back. So I am sorry I could not be more encouraging or supportive.  I am reviewing a piece put in front of me with questionable publishing credits. 

Mrs. Rosen's story Dry Bandages is missing the most basic element of any story ever known to mankind, the character arch! This is the glue of the story which moves the charter from one state of being to another either to grow in a positive or negative way.  Without it, Dry Bandages is a non-story;  served on a lime green plate, piled six inches high, with hundreds of neon pink question marks about two inches long. 

 It's a story of so many questions and no structural elements. Ms. Rosen is not a person qualified to teach anyone how to write short stories. And if she did not infiltrate herself on the board of the Women's National Book Association South Florida Chapter as Vice President and Vice President of Programming, Ms. Rosen would be taking a course on the basics of writing.  Can you spell conflict of interest?  Onward with the review. 

We meet the main character Diane who is lying in a hospital bed after an "accident." We don't know her age, ethnicity where she lives but we do know her hair is red.  We also know she's got twelve stitches on her forehead, her nose is packed with gauze because it was broken? Her face is bound up like a mummy.  Is this a mystery story? Sadly not.  There are so many things we don't know. 

We don't know anything about her "accident."  Was she sitting on a beach and coconut hit her on the head at the same time a gang of sea lice crawled up her bathing suit? Did she open the refrigerator in a drunken stupor and hit herself? Was she beaten up? Did someone take a short story collection and hit her in the face? 

But we do know her husband's name. It's  Stan. We don't know what he looks like, what he does why he's even there, what time of day it is, or if he had lunch.

The climax of the story occurs when Diane wants a kiss from Stan. He won't give it to her and I'm not sure why. (More things we don't know.) Does she stink of pus? Is he allergic to gauze? Was he going to ask her for a divorce before the mystery accident? Is she annoying? Does her red hair smell funny?

Whatever it is Diane is upset her won't kiss her under all those bloody smelly bandages that she begins to cry, and Stan reminds her in a children's rhyme, "Please don't cry. the bandages have to stay dry." Yep, that's his advice to his wife after a life-changing accident.

And it just gets worse when her brother-in-law Josh the doctor enters who looks like who? And is from where?  And works in what hospital? And is how old?  But nonetheless, he braves the bandages and gives her a kiss and she purses her lips and struggles to hold back her tears.

In conclusion, dry bandages should be used to wrap this story up and rework. 

Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

Her second short story Ms. Rosen is consistent. No character arch, no crafting or any required elements that define short stories or any stories  EVER.  Through the Peep Hole" is s racist stereotypical portrayal of a man with "onyx shin" who's body smells "festers in her nose, cigarette, armpits tobacco, and sweat," mugs her outside of her apartment door and low and behold realizes he's got the wrong white  girl.  

This is the archetype of the "brute black man" which has plagued literature since the 30's. 

The Brute, instead of leaving  grabs her purse, hands it to her politely asks for 5 dollars for a cab -which would get you two blocks NYC. What if she only had credit cards, what would happen then? So he leaves and she waits. THE END.

(The publication The Dying Goose cannot be found and the publication Cracked the Spine had no search of her work) 

Short story 101 is where Ms. Rosen belongs not on a panel of "experts" to discuss the elements of short story writing. She should also study why racist stereotypes are so dangerous.

It's Torture to be Tasty

Tiny little newborn eyes still blue from birthing
      you will be  paralyzed by fear and darkness and isolation
you will go blind
you body will wither
you  will never walk or be able to raise your head
That makes your meat white...

And Tasty

You will be manufactured into the world
defecated into a small trough.

You will never see your mother
know your mother, or smell your  mother

You will never know that  a mother can feed you.

You are just a baby calf an infant a wee one.

You mother.

 She has been trough this many times before.

Her uterus no knows other state
 only  pregnant
Every year 15 years

She is dairy cow
only for milk

  

her tiny babies dropped in many troughs
her  spirit and mind are broke

she will not miss you.

You are an infant little one a Tiny baby with fuzzy hair.

you will be dropped covered  placenta,

your umbilical chord tied to a screaming cow

Bleating for your mother
upside down in filth

  You only existed while in her womb.     
a womb that has been ripped apart from trauma until
used she will go to slaughter

The farmer will get his money's worth.

With your first breath you exist no more.

 Because you are male you can't be dairy, you can't be milked
and you will be buried alive in a pit of despair.

In darkness.
 In plastic huts.
As far as the eye can see.
Millions, billions.
Acres and miles

 Sun.
Baked.
Little baby living in a sauna

You will be  made mad from isolation
blind from darkness.
This we know,
                           "The effects of 6 months of total isolation were so deestating and debilitating that we had assumed initially that twelve monte of isolation would not procuduce and additional decrement.
This assumption proved to be false twelve months of isolating obliterated the animal's psyche". (Harlow)

You will know panic and desperation
and your cripped tiny legs will never know to walk.
You muscles will never grow.
You will not know stand

You are just a baby a tiny infant little one.

Your eyes just open an hour ago
They are still blue

You will be thrown into a pit of despair
a garbage baby
and will be driven mad by isolation, darkness and pain,

You will need him to eat
 and a feeding tube will be  shoved down your throat

This is because Tiny infants isolated like you will often stop eating.
And you would become a loss for the factory farm

You will be left to age like a fine wine in a little plastic hut miles of your brethren you shall suffer

You are just a  newborn, an infant.
a Wee one with fizzy hair

they will call you Baby bobe

Your to be fed in intervals so violently that the force of the food will jolt your tiny stomach,
You will wake and your headwill bob up and down every four hours 24 hours a day
Up and Down
Up and Down
Up and Dow
for at least a year.
Your psyche will be obliterated 

Hundreds and thousand and millions of you in your huts bobbing up and down in concert ever four hours.

You will not know sleep only exhaustion but your mind will be kind it will descend into madness and protect you from the terrors

But you are just a tiny one an infant
a  baby

When the violent pumping stops when  your  stomach almost bursts you will he shit on yourself uncontrollably.
You will feel ashamed

The water will fall from the ceiling to clean you.
Soon you will not understand cleanliness from filth.
It will not matter for you.

You are just a baby.

Between feedings you lay on the floor in the darkness. Your neck
You will never lift your head

You will not  know life without cry, without pain without sadness

You are a newborn  tiny infant

You will age alive in your little plastic hut of tortures
Heaving in silence for you mother until your stomac cramps the feeing interfering with your cries
abd you can cry no more
How many days?
How many hours?
How many monthes
with the chorus of thousands of silence heaves are silenced
in the living groves of hell that surrounds you
We do not know there is no one around to hear you.

 You will never know one like you.

You are a little one
A sweet one

And when that door opens and you nostrils fill with fresh air for the first time in you life
you lift your bind eyes to the sky.

You will know life but death will come swift.
"Hear his heart kill him quickly" the angels sin.

You will be called Veal.
And you will be slaughtered

You will be  cut you up in little medallions
dip in egg

then breadcrumb and fried in olive oil.

We we call you Veal little one.
Born of  flesh born of pain and torture.

But  You are just a little one a baby an infant.

We will order you with fettuccine Alfredo as a side.
We will ingest the flesh,
ripe with toxins from the trauma

Stomach acids will break you down and
I will deficate you,
 just as your mother did

and flush you away

Tiny little newborn

Sweet infant 

With eyes still blue from biry

Now you are Milk fed Veal

You are Gods creature but you are mans shame.

Prayer for new love from me to you

 I send special energies to you and your little girl. 
Let the season turn till both of you look one another in the eyes once again. 

Let you heal one another and may that grow into a deeper love.

Aaron Raby Elephant Killer, Merciless Murderer Torturer

After I puked from watching Aaron Raby the merciless killer from California shoot a curious Elephant as it approached him hoping for a bite of watermelon. I took out my trusty pen...

Aaron Raby proud murderer

Crux Sancti Patris Benedicti

How does a mother raise a son like he.What is in him that desires death for a beast so loved?

I maintain this is his sexual fetish. It's not only killing murder and torture but Aaron Raby is an exhibitionist and needs to be seen and videotaped making his personal porn movie.

And like a serial killer, he needs a trophy so he kills a living being, skins it, stuffs it and puts it in his wall. In the case of the elephant he murdered he cut off the tail and some have said he injested a piece of her flesh like a cannibal.

If he makes the leap to hunting humans (which is more likely than not) we should be afraid, very afraid.

 Maya Angelou said,: "When they tell you who they are the first time believe them!"

Arron Raby has announced to the entire world that he is an abomination and affront to mankind.

POEM  A sweet soul and the Devil

Crux Sacre Sit Mihi Lux!

Nonquam draco sit mihi dux.

And the big game hunter, hard between his legs eager to kill.

BANG! he shoots the elephant. Stunned he fallto his knees thinking, "I was on my way to say hello funny two feet friend how can you taste a fruit without a trunk silly. What fell from the tree that hurts so bad."

BANG!  

I cannot see I will try to get up and run away 

BANG! BANG!

 Again and again, he rolled  and struggled to stand.

  Where is my  family I can't scream, pain pain. The BANG! is bad.  Time to run. 

Blood fills his  head.

My little infant go with your sister run from the BANG! Save my little one. Is the Bang from the funny two feet elephant with no trunk? I was just curious to see if there was watermelon for me! Why would they want to...Please God may my family never see the Bang Bang man.... maybe he will save me. Mama....

BANG! His pants get wet. The Hunter is spent but not finished.

He cuts off my beautiful little tail,

the one that wagged hello greetings my friend and takes a bite of my flesh to ingest my beauty into his demonic stomach acid. He poses with me and takes a shit later that night.

Vade retro Santana!
Nonquane Suade Mihi Vana

END

And that is why we should be alarmed when we see children hurt animals. It is a sign of deep psychological disturbance which has been known to make a serial killer or two.

The sick part is the sexual component of this blood bath. A fetish. whether that be bondage or spanking or hunting goes awry when that act is the  ONLY sexual release for the participant. And when a tolerance level achieved the act must be intensified to satisfy.  

It seems like Aaron Raby can only cum is if he murderering killing and torturing animals specifically big game.

And that my friends is a person who is a danger to themselves and others and should be detained into a max security psychiatric institution.

Sunt mala Que Liba
Ipse vena Bibas!

Below are pictures of Aaron Raby in his sticky wet pants and God's creatures and God does not like ugly and Aaron Raby is an ugly ugly abomination.

M

 

IS AOC a bigger bully than Trump

Who's the Bully Now?

Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez you broke my heart tonight. What made you feel that tonight was a good time to snub such a good person like Joe Biden? You tried to ruin the most impotant day of his life. Why take that away from another person? Maybe you and Trump are more alike than I thought.

I would have never believed you were capable of that. You would fit in very nicely on Trump' s team. You chose cruely instead of kindness and I wish you had never spoken tonight. Who is the bully now?