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racheljoyscott · 7 years

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Unanswered Questions

Small sampling of either the deviations from the official report that arise in witness testimony concerning Columbine High or very odd but barely mentioned facts within mainstream reports include:

Eyewitness reports of up to a dozen shooters, some of them adult men

NATO vehicles on the scene less than fifteen minutes after the commencement of the shooting; and SWAT teams reported shooting at students and at each other

Eric Harris was undergoing extensive psychiatric treatment and was taking the quasi-hallucinogenic "anti-depressant" substance known as Luvox, yet his psychiatrist was never questioned

Harris' father, Wayne Harris, had extensive Air Force intelligence links from his time at Plattsburgh air force base (even after its closing)

Several of the bombs found in the school were said by (quickly reassigned) law enforcement authorities to have been too complex for such inexperienced teens to have built by themselves.

The number of witnesses pressured by police to change their stories - Bryan Frye, Courtney Haulman, Jennifer Tindall, etc.

If you read the search warrant for Eric's house after the massacre (pg 25676), it states "Detective Nick Rogers of Denver Police Department responded to REDACTED South Reed Street, County of Jefferson, State of Colorado, with the Denver and Sheridan Police Departments SWAT Team at about 2:00 p.m. Upon arrival, they discovered Eric Harris' parents and sister inside the house." There's more, of course. But who was the female inside the house?

The bank teller (Erik Buckner's mom, pg 1331 of the 11K) who told police that Chris Morris, E&D came into her bank and cashed their checks on April 9th, and that Chris Morris withdrew all the money in his account. What did he use it for?

Why did police concentrate on setting up a perimeter at the same time dispatch(via phone) is hearing the sound of gunshots within the school?

Why did it take police so long to enter the school, and why did it take almost three hours for them to reach the library, the area where the shooters were last seen? Who gave the orders not to go in?

Why did over 100 eye- and ear- witnesses dispute the official theory of only two shooters? Why did over 40 of those witnesses identify other participants BY NAME?

If the two shooters committed suicide shortly after noon, as police claim, how come at least 35 witnesses saw or heard suspects/gunshots/explosions after that time?

Why are there conflicting eyewitness accounts on the place and manner in which at least four of the dead victims were killed? Were victims being moved around? Was the crime scene being rearranged?

If left-handed Klebold shot himself in the left temple, why was his suicide weapon found clutched in his right hand?

How did students manage to keep seriously wounded teacher Dave Sanders alive for more than three hours while awaiting rescue, yet he was dead within 20 minutes of the police taking control of him? His corpse was later found with his shirt off. Is that first-aid? Or a sure-fire way of sending someone into shock?

What was the motive? Why would two teens who were not bullied, did not hate everyone, and were not psychopathic suddenly decide to destroy the lives of a dozen fellow students and themselves just six weeks before graduation?

Why would Harris and Klebold plan for a suicide mission and at the same time make normal plans for a post 4-20 future? Like seeking help on an English class essay from a teacher a few days before the attack, like making a date to see a movie the day after, like putting in a work schedule for the next week, like going to an out-of-town college with your dad to pick out a dorm room, like making plans to visit your old friends in New York.

Where is the gun shot residue(GSR) test evidence for Harris and Klebold and the other suspects?

Why was fingerprint evidence for Harris and Klebold not found on all but two of the hundreds of obects gathered at the scene? Whose fingerprints, if any, were found on the weapons seized?

Why does the official story claim, without a shred of evidence, that it was Harris and Klebold that set the South Wadsworth diversionary bomb (an incendiary device that exploded a couple of miles away from the school minutes before the shooting started)?

Why did authorities claim the two shotguns seized had no serial numbers when later documents clearly show they did have serial numbers? Why did they not try to find out who sold Harris and Klebold the Hi-Point 9mm rifle and the pump-action shotgun that were used in the shooting?

Were the school administrators warned, as rumored? Who was Principle Frank DeAngelis looking for, as reported by one student who saw him running up and down the interior cafeteria stairs right before the shooting broke out?

Why did a science teacher tell his students that they had been expecting a fire drill? Was a bomb found in a trash can on 4-19, as one source indicated? Were bomb threats phoned into the school on the morning of 4-20, as two others claimed?

Why didn’t the Final Report conclude that shooters entered Science rooms 1 and 8, when numerous shell casings were taken from these areas?

Why didn’t the Final Report mention the brief exit of a shooter on the east side, according to many eyewitnesses?

If the person seen on the roof of the school was a repairman, as police claim, why do witnesses say he was holding a weapon? Were shell casings found there, as some said?

Who scheduled ‘crisis training’ drills at Columbine High Schol(CHS) in the weeks before and what was the exact nature of this training?

What was a Denver police officer and a Jefferson County sheriff doing at Columbine High Shcool that morning before the shooting started?

What does reputed video evidence from the library and admin office areas show? Why does local media refuse to release on-scene video footage from the first half-hour of the incident?

What happened to all the evidence taken from the computers of the trenchcoat mafia gang?

Where are dozens of missing interviews of students, especially those in the science hall? Why are there still thousands of pages of investgatory materials that have never been made public, including hundreds of reports of non-Columbine witnesses and tipsters?

Why has the school district’s own report on the shooting, which included the extensive disciplinary records of the trenchcoat mafia associates, not been made public?

Did investigators even try to interview Harris’ psychologist, the man perhaps best positioned to know his mental state at the time?

Why did investigators show a remarkable lack of curiousity about connections with numerous similar school violence-related incidents occuring around the same time in the metro-Denver area and around the country?

Why did LAPD and Los Angeles Sheriff’s Office personnel travel to the scene afterwards? What was the subject of a 10-minute phone call made by the NYPD to the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Office on 4-20?

Who invited the FBI and the ATF to the scene?

Why was the US Attorney’s Office (federal) consulted on ‘prosecutive decisions’ for this local crime?

Why was all but one of the seven ‘investigatory’ teams headed or co-headed by an FBI man? (the one exception was a team headed by a CBI(Colorado Bureau of Investigation) man, who was himself ‘ex’-FBI) Was the entire crime scene ‘federalized’ soon after the shooting started, under powers granted by the ‘Anti-terrorism Act’ (“for the protection of the people and the state”) signed by President Clinton exactly three years before- on April 20, 1996?

Why did FBI special agent Dwayne Fusilier not recuse himself from the investigation, as his son helped make a Columbine school video two years before that eerily mimicked the shooting?

What were two high-ranking military figures (a colonel and a general) in cami uniforms doing at the scene? Why was a memorial service at a public park afterwards ringed by military trucks? Who authorized a flyover by military jets and why?

Feel free to add on.

#columbine #eric harris #dylan klebold #conspiracy

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daphner20 · 3 years

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John Woodside

Forgiveness

Prologue “Today is the best day of my life,” said John Michael Woodside II joyfully. Am in grade 7 at the most prestigious Catholic High school in The Bahamas. St. Francis of Assisi, was the most competitive school to get in. There were almost a thousand entries, but only 100 applicants were accepted. John was in the top 5% with the highest score. He played soccer, baseball, basketball, and ran track. He also played the piano pretty well. Let’s see what they said “ he would be an asset to the school”. And the icing on the cake, I was an altar boy. My best friend Benjamin Hall, got accepted as well, this is so cool. John, didn’t think much of his life up to now. He was an only child. His father John Sr. , whom he loved fiercely, was his idol. His mother, (the prettiest woman in the world) whom he adore was his everything. His father, was quite a bit older than his mother (30 years). But they seem very happy. Most people called them wealthy, he knew they lived in a upscale gated community, he was chauffeur driven every where, and for as long as he could remember, he had travelled extensively, with his parents, ( his father had his own plane). He overheard, his father, telling his mom, that he was contemplating buying a yacht. “Time to go”, said his Father. “Do well, I am so proud of you”, beamed his Dad. “Thank you, daddy,” said John, as he hugged him, and kissed his mom. The first day of school, was everything, John, thought it will be, Benjamin, and I were in the same class. At recess, I heard my name on the PA system, to come to the Principal’s office. When I got there, my chauffeur, Mr. Lee was there.

He said , “there has been an accident.”

Chapter 1 John in his 12 years, never had to deal with anything distressing. Mr. Lee, didn’t offer any other information. We he got to the house, there were so many people there. He wanted to see his father, because Daddy will explain everything to him. However, it was his mom, who came to him. She was disheveled, no makeup, track suit and sneakers, this isn’t my mom. “ Where is Daddy?, I asked. “ Your father, is dead, he suffered a heart attack this morning,” she said sobbing. “ This can’t be, I just saw him this morning,” I said in disbelief. “I want to see him, this can’t be,” I shouted. ‘Its true Johnny,” she was openly sobbing. As I looked around, all the staff was crying as well. Then I knew, my daddy was gone, my heart just melted, and I just couldn’t stopped the tears. Suddenly, my father’s lawyer Mr. Campbell told my mom, that he needed to speak with her in my dad’s study. I noticed, that 3 men and a woman, entered, as well. I have never seen them in my life. About half and hour later, I heard my mom screaming, No! I can’t loose another parent I thought, as I burst through the study door. “Leave my mother alone,” I shouted. Then this man turned at looked with such hatred, “ so this is the bastard” he said cruelly. “ Stop it,” said my mother “ Stop what,” said the stranger, “ I am just getting started.”

“ What is your name?” asked the female stranger. ‘ John Michael Woodside the second,” I said proudly. “ Unbelievable,” shouted male stranger, “He gave his bastard his name.” “ Stopped saying that,” said my mother, “he is a little boy.” “ Do you know, who we are?, asked male stranger 2. “ No,” I said. The girl stranger, just starting crying, “he forgot about us,” she continued crying. Finally, stranger male 3, said, “ we are your brothers and sister. I am Jason, I am the second,, this is James, the third son, this is Jasmine our sister. And this is the eldest son, John Michael Woodside the second.” He pointed to the first stranger. I looked to my mother, for affirmation, she looked liked her worst nightmare had just came true. “ How come we have the same name, as our father,” I asked the first John the second. “That is not your name, he was not your father, and we are nothing to you,” he said angrily. Mr. Campbell, finally spoke, “Let us show some respect for your father. I know that emotions are raw, but don’t let us say anything we will regret.” “ Considering my father, never divorce our mother, from this moment on, I am now the head of this family.” John the first second said as a matter of fact.

Chapter 2 The day my dad was buried, it was dark and wet like my soul. My mother and I were not allowed to attend. The servants were, but not us. In one week’s time. My whole world was turn upside down. When my mom, meet my dad, she was 20 and he was 50. She was his junior secretary, at the Offshore Bank, where he was the President. My brothers were

28, 26, 23, and Jasmine was 18. With my dad being Catholic, he didn’t divorce their mother. My mom, got pregnant with me 2 years later. I was their love child. Because of the scandal, he was forced to retire, however, he took two thirds of the bank clients, and open up his own private trust company. My mom and I became his family. His children never forgave him or spoke to him again. So, in one week, because my dad didn’t leave a will. My oldest brother, became his heir. First decree, we were not allowed to attend the funeral. We were kicked out of the house. My name was taken from me. My dad’s name was never on my birth certificate, ( my parents were not married) so my name was John Michael Munnings. ( my mom’s maiden name) And finally, I never returned to St. Francis of Assisi. There was no provision for our future. My mother left all of that to my dad. I hated every thing and everyone. Things couldn’t get worse, don’t bet on it! We had no place to go, my mother didn’t want to keep me out of school, much longer, so she decided to return home. Because, we had little money, we had to take a mail boat to Orange Creek, Andros, that was my mom’s home. The boat took 10 hours, and we arrived at 5 am the next day. An elderly man, came to pick us up, in an old beat up truck. He didn’t say one word to my mom. He just loaded up our things on the truck.. I don’t know how long we were driving, but it felt forever. We pulled into a modest wooden house. I couldn’t see much, it was still dark. The old man, put our stuff in a small room, with an even smaller bed, and left. My mom told me to go back to sleep. Later that morning, mummy got me up. She told me she had to enroll me in school. This was another Catholic School, but it wasn’t like the one in Nassau. It had from kindergarten to grade 12. The average size of the class was 10 students. I could still wear my St. Francis of Assisi school uniform. Everyone seem friendly enough.

St. Thomas More, was the name of the school, it was a 20 minute walk to the house, everyone lived in the settlement. On the island, instead of towns, they were called settlements. When I got to the house, I was formally introduce to my maternal grandparents. Charles and Louise Munnings. My mother, looked exactly liked my grandma. My grandmother did all the talking. “Your mother, has brought shame and disgrace to this family, we will keep you, but she is not welcome here.” I looked at my mom, who was sobbing quietly. “Please Mummy, don’t leave me, “ I begged. “ It will only be for a short while,” Mummy said. “I will come back for you, and we will get our life back.” That night, as I lay on my tiny bed, I made a vow, I will never forgive my mother, or my siblings.

Chapter 3 “ Do you have your speech,” asked my Grandfather. “Yes sir,” I replied. I am the Valedictorian of St. Thomas More Prep. It’s been six years. I thought it was going to be 3 months! My mom, never came back. She got married, two years later, and guess to whom? Yep my oldest brother, John the second. He has truly taken every thing away from me. Life on Andros, was hard. Firstly, my grandparents who were devoted Catholics, had the mindset, church and work. My grandfather was a Catechist, and grandma played the organ in church. I took that role over when I became 15, 2 mass every Sunday, and the high seasons. My grandfather was a fisherman. He liked to say,” they were Jesus' s favorite people.”

So, for the last 6 years, this was my life: devotions at 5am, rain or shine; feed the chickens, rain or shine; (grandma sold organic eggs) ; school, rain or shine; mass rain or shine. After school, I helped Grandpa, with the nets and his boat. I asked God, that if I ever get of this island, may I never returned. My grandfather believed, that I will follow in his footsteps. I wanted to be an investment banker, like my dad. I wanted to make so much money, that no one will ever be responsible for my well being, only me. Unbeknown to me, my guidance counselor, Mrs. Smith had fill out several scholarship applications, and I got them all. Because I was 18. I didn’t need anyone’s permission or consent. Thank you Lord. As I walked down to the graduation ceremony, I knew my mother, will not be there, I haven’t seen or spoken to her in 6 years. My grandparents, never discussed her, and neither did I. I thought of my dad, and the last thing he said to me was “I am proud of you”. I have no more tears left. A month later, as I said goodbye to my grandparents. I was on my way to St. John's University, New York, on a full ride. I knew that I didn’t want to see this country again, or my family. “Thank you Grandfather,” I said as I shook his hands. “ Thank you Grandma,” I said as I kissed her cheeks. “Goodbye son,” they said in unison. Chapter 4 As I looked out on Central Park, from my penthouse, I had to pat myself on the back. You have made it. Forbes Magazine, had just listed me, as one of the youngest millionaires under 35 ( I was 32). It’s been 14 years, since I left Andros. I didn’t returned even when my grandma died 3 years ago. There wasn’t nothing there for me . I am living my best life. It’s 6am and my cellphone is blowing up, who is calling me? And from a 242 area code The Bahamas. “ Hello,” I said in my most annoyed voice.

“ Good, morning Johnny, this is Mrs. Smith from Andros, your grandfather, has been airlifted to the city on an emergency flight. He is at Nassau Hospital. He is asking for you, so don’t tarry. I came on the flight with him, so I will you see you when you get here.” Click. “Why me,” asked John, as he booked a flight, made hotel arrangements, and cancelled all of his appointments for the next week. As the flight touchdown in Nassau, the country of his birth, John heart was hurting. “20 years,” he muttered to himself. He hadn’t been back in 20 years. When he got at the hospital, Mrs. Smith, just hold him tightly. “ Go in John,” she said quietly. As I walked in the room, lying on that bed was not Charles Isaac Munnings. Not the imposing figure of my childhood. The man laying there was frail and fragile, he was hooked up to a lot of machines. He opened his eyes, and motioned me to come closer. “Forgive me,” he said weakly. “ No Grandpa, forgive me, I should have come back sooner.” “ No, son, unforgiveness, has robbed from me of a relationship, with your mom, my only child for over 35 years. When you came to us, it was like God was giving us a second chance. But we were so bitter and angry with Carol, that we couldn’t see that we were creating you to be like us. The greatest gift you can give your self, is a spirit of forgiveness. Johnny, my dear son, My departure is at hand. Forgive your mom, and your siblings. Forgive me and your grandma. Bury me in Andros, with your grandma. Now pray with me one last time.’ “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be your name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespassed against us.” Then my grandpa died. And after 20 years, as the tears flowed, I finally found Peace.

As I knocked on my father’s door, Mr. Lee open the door. “ Master John,” he exclaimed with genuine warmth.

“ Hello Mr. Lee, I replied, is my mother here?” He hesitated for a moment, “ Don’t worry Mr. Lee, it’s ok.” He pointed at my dad's study. As I entered the room, to my surprise, they were all there. My mom, John the second, Jason, James and Jasmine. The glass fell out of my mom’s hand. “ Johnny?” It was more of a question, than statement. “Yes, I said, “ Your father died today, here in Nassau, but he wants to be buried in Andros, because you are his child, I need your permission to release the body. I will take care of all of the arrangements. My mother, still a beautiful woman at 54, aged immediately, that is when she finally moved, and cried in my neck for eternity. “ John, forgive me,” she cried. “ Its ok Mum, the hand of The Almighty, has been with me, all these 20 years, what the enemy meant for evil, the Lord made it for my good.” I said. My grandfather left me, every thing he owned, one hundred acres of land in Andros. And now I own the largest commercial fishing company in The Bahamas. It has provided over 90% of employment in Andros. Plus grandma organic eggs, has become a house hold name. THE END

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fijimurmaider · 7 years

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I want to complain about this idiot, I’m so fucking sorry...

I know I mentioned how my brother’s girlfriend has been making me absolutely sick with her shitposting with her family and their passive aggressive bullshit to the point I’m PROBABLY going to call it quits with them. I’m sorry, but I get pretty fucking lit up about it and I don’t want to talk to my mom or sister because it’s never really about how I feel about it, it’s how mad they are, etc. And venting is nice but I’d just rather do it here than have to do it to someone else. So like I said. They fucking BOTHER me. Her and her family have been a thorn in my side ever since he decided to pick up this abusive rebound bitch. He’s my half brother and we were raised together. He wouldn’t have shit if it weren’t for MY dad. My dad who decided to raise him and give him a fucking fighting chance. Yes, I’ll be THAT petty. I’ve known him since BIRTH. He’s 9 years my senior. Dude, my brother used to be my world but I found out just how he was pretty early on and unfortunately, I’ve always struggled in some part to have his attention equally and I’ve always found it hard to confront my feelings for him because as much as I feel like I have to love him, I fucking resent him for his doings.. and not just on my behalf. Every time (almost) he’s with someone, we haven’t existed to him. When I was about 11, my brother was living with a girl he was dating and all he acted like he knew was them.. and the worst part was: I fucking went to their house often and I was still playing second fiddle to her little brother. So I got pissed. He only came home to eat our food, then leave, usually trying to avoid us. One night I left him a letter in the fridge (YES IN IT, RIGHT ON TOP OF THE SANDWICH MEAT BECAUSE I KNEW HE WOULD LOOK THERE) addressing my feelings and how I was giving him an ultimatum, me or them, fuck boi. So he plans a day, just me and him to go out and do whatever. Low and behold. When he comes to pick me up, HER FUCKING BROTHER IS THERE. So that’s really when I learned how he was.. and I cried to my parents when I got home because it was unfair. The two girlfriends between the one I previously explained and the fucking idiot he’s with now: good as gold. The first of these two used to stay with us at our house after my mom left and she just kind of picked up the tasks my mom would have done. Oh, and she enjoyed nice, quiet, indoor activity which meant I could handle her. And her mom was dead and she just had a dad and little sister. The second of which has, fuck.. at least 5 siblings, a mom, a father figure and her father figure’s mentally disabled brother. And I had known them for a long time. We all spent equal time with each other and she and I actually bonded and get this, NEVER GOSSIPED?? Like, she would get sappy sometimes but I was comfortable? Weird. Then they break up. I make it known that for years she was part of my life and that I wasn’t going to fight her for his new girlfriend. His current GF hated her and she only met her once. So there’s a lot that I didn’t and don’t like about his current GF. First off, when I first met her, she would not STOP saying “nigga!” and while in the city she once was like “HEY WE HAVE A GLOCK IN THE GLOVE BOX!” This isn’t your hick town, you fuck! Anyway, 100 compulsive lies later and my brother ignoring me, so I just call him up and gripe about how he’s acting and he’s fighting me over the phone “she’s a good girl! she’s never done anything wrong!” He doesn’t know her, I guess? I get pissed. I call it that. Her mom was trying to threaten me. I was 17. Not sure if she knew it or not, but they’re all talk and I invited her to come fight me since she was fucking my cousin/neighbor and I’d be across the street. This bitch showed up to his house LATE and left EARLY. You’re scared of an overweight 17 year old? Bitch! Then my bro’s GF gets pregnant. And I of COURSE but in because I only found out via Facebook post. No one in my family knew until that post. Her family knew before but nup. Not us. So I fight this because he hadn’t known her that long and I’ve already figured these people out. I can’t stop her being pregnant, but I can vent to their faces. So I did.. When my nephew is born, they send a pic and I go to the hospital to see him. He’s about six months old when she claims he almost died from being ill (I actually believe it, they’re sick all the time,) and no one tells any of us. Oh, your nephew could have died, however, you’re not as important as my abusive mother so.... yeah fuck you. Now she’s pregnant with this one. She’s like? 12 weeks? I learn of this literally 5 minutes before the post goes up. Wow thx such advance knowledge. Whatever, fuck it. However, she’s increasingly annoying. She hasn’t spoken (nor has he) to my mom or sister in ..... around 6 months as of this posting because of her bullshit (my sister said she was deleting people off fb who never talked to her, bro’s gf thought the shoe fit, got upset and deleted me sister, then she lies and tells my bro my sis deleted her, he sends her a msg. My sister is like bitch what? you know. Long story short.) Well I’ve been complying and being nice although I pretty much hate her with a fiery passion. Every time I comment on her Facebook posts everyone around me gets replied to and whatnot. Me? Ignored. Okay, bitch. So today she posts about how she got tests back because of my brother’s “advanced age” to make sure her baby won’t have birth defends. My EXACT comment is, “ I never heard of it for men. I know women 35 and older have an increased risk of birth defects. Edit: Just looked it up. It says "advanced" age only. So I'm assuming they have to be sugar daddies to really have an effect. “ You know what she replies? “OK.” What? Excuse me, motherfucker? OK? JUST OK? I’d love to know what I did to you other than be your “babe’s” little sister? That’s okay because I also hold a lot of animosity toward your idiotic fucking sisters. And your cheating, lying ass fucking mother. And you, you compulsive liar, you fucking bitch. You fucking taking selfies in bed with some fucking dude you’re “just friends” with. THen why you snuggling in bed, bitch? My boyfriend’s friend was over once when he wasn’t home and I was literally like “hey, I’m high rn, let’s watch t.v.” ON MY COUCH. PLATONIC. NOT IN BED. NO ONE BUT MY CAT HANGS OUT WITH ME IN MY BED?

I’m kind of curious as to whether or not this child will even be related to me.. and on some level, I fucking hope not.

I keep hoping my brother will come to his senses and leave her and get custody. But he won’t. I think she’s the only reason he’s been an active dad this long. Because she’s an abuser like her mom. It disgusts me for the kid’s sake. And I feel a lot of guilt that I didn’t ask if I could get my nephew for my niece’s party because apparently my niece cares more about having a family than those two idiots do.. but I knew if I did some shit would be said. He can’t go with me because they’ll be there or whatever. I should have asked so I could go ahead and lose my shit as it is. At least I’d selflessly be losing my cool and screaming at them? I guess at this stage in my life, I wouldn’t care if not for my niece and nephews. But maybe it doesn’t matter given we’ve no relationship and that she claims everyone else as his aunts and uncles. Makes it even better when she tried to argue that she was my niece’s favorite. I’m her ONLY aunt, bitch and you can bet she picked me. You know, sometimes you can’t buy a child’s love. Sometimes you have to pay attention to them. Something she knows nothing about. She ignored my niece so much to the point she was in the car once and we walked over to it, my niece said “hii!” and this bitch cold fucking ignores her like she doesn’t hear anything.

I hate that bitch. She is literally hillbilly Satan and I want her exposed but he’s so fcking blind to her shit. Like she lied about her grandma giving her a house and then has to move out of it BECAUSE YOU DON’T OWN SHIT, YOU LIAR. Now she’s back in it... for maybe 6 months. Then she’ll go live with grandma again. Her, my brother, their kid and the next kid in line. Fucking miserable.

They’re going to trigger me one day and I’m going to go off.

#worst family #i hate her #toxic people #my brother #dis bitch #second fiddle #why this bitch having another kid when she doesnt seem to care about the first one #she should be banned #fuck #ugh #jesus christ i hate you

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