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There is not much left in my life to look forward to—all has been taken fromme by the selfish and unfeeling actions of those around me. Those I thought I could trust—those I gave the better part of my life to—nurturing them, caring for them—only to have them betray me, leaving me alone and desolate. My days are spent trying to forget their iniquities, their perversions, their gross behavior that was perpetrated here, in this very house—my home. How stupid they must have thought I was not to know what they were doing—my own daughters, seducing their father with their coy little ways, till he could no longer resist. My son, for whom I would once have done anything, now distanced from me by his choice of lifestyle, living with another man who inflicted his vile needs upon him. My sister has told me I am to blame for my loneliness—that if I opened my eyes to the truth, I would realize that the children are blameless and that the reason for our estrangement lies at my doorstep. How could sh
I have just read, with anger, a newspaper report stating that Miss Olivia Winters intends to continue with the second part of her show featuring those two men whose lifestyle is, to put it mildly, ungodly. I cannot believe it—has the woman no shame? I must confess that my earlier opinion of her—that she was simply misguided, has now changed. It is obvious to me that she is entirely without scruples of her own—and must be punished. Such indifference to the wishes of her viewers cannot be allowed to go unchallenged. If this horror is allowed to go on unchecked, it may become, due to the apathy of the general public, the norm. I cannot allow such a thing to occur. These perverts must be stamped out—or at least not given the freedom to express themselves in public. That awful show was repeated yesterday—and I had to sit and endure an hour of it, listening to the twaddle they talk—and dare to call it ‘a life experience’. What utter nonsense. Those men think they have endured tragedy and hea
My dearest Anthony, Yes, I still think of you as my dearest, dearest child—your sisters being forgotten to me. Having said that, I must warn you that your appearance on that dreadful woman’s show has left me desolate and bereft. All thoughts of saving you from your life of sin can no longer be entertained. Your soul is in danger—your very life is in danger, for the Lord will not be mocked. He has decreed that those men who lay down with other men must surely beput to death. Oh my son, why have you chosen this path of sin and degradation? Associating yourself with the wicked will be your undoing. Entering the homes of those who would seduce and pervert you with their licentiousness will bring you to the judgment call. Willingly giving into the carnal desires of the man you live with can only lead you to hell’s damnation. I wish I could save you, but I am afraid that you have moved beyond the realm of forgiveness. You have given our Lord no option but to punish you and your kind. I would
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