The Murder of My Father, My Mother the killer and her Black lover

So upon watching the lovely Ms. CUNTress latest video about yours truly, she has asked me to explain the background behind my Father's murder by the hands of my Mother. So, as some of you may or may not know, my Mother plotted to have my Father killed. The thing is, my Father came from a very affluent family, was very financially stable and had life insurance worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Now, my Father did work a lot, to help raise my older sister and I in a good neighborhood, away from the far right-wing losers in their trailer parks (ie, Mikey Gibson and the other MGTURD failures of life). 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The type of beautiful house we lived in. (pictured above)

 

 

 

 

 

 

The trailer park where Mikey Gibson and the other MGTURD losers live. (pictured above)

 

So keeping in mind my Father wasn't really around, my Mother later went on the record claiming that she felt neglected and needed spice in her life. With my Dad not around much, my Mother was always throwing parties and getting it on with other men. One of which was a black man who at the time recently came over from Somalia as a refugee. She took a liking to him, almost immediately, and they formed a relationship like no other. She would bring him around as, "her special friend." But even at the young age of 15, I knew they were getting it on behind my Father's back. You could hear them doing it through the walls. It was so freakin' loud the bed noises they would make, with her moans echoing and her screaming. Like, literally, they couldn't make it more obvious what they were up to. This was going on for several months, until the night that changed everything. 

Having become so attached to her black lover, they wanted to start a new life together. However, my Mother had no visible means of support, so she thought she could kill two birds with one stone. By killing my Father, should would be able to inherit his estate, take his life insurance, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and start a new life with her Black lover. They plotted the scheme to assassinate him at her Black lovers apartment, where they wrote on paper what they would need and would text each other their murder plans. Another thing that would come to bite her on the ass, down the line. The Black guy owned a shot gun, but my Mother insisted on killing my Father, because in case The Black lover was found out, she didn't want him to be deported. 

So the night of it came, and my Father was on the toilet beside their master bedroom. My Mother came into it and blasted him many times with the shotguns shells. In fact, she would reload, even though you'd think one was enough to kill him. His head was completely decapitated and his body parts were completely splatted over the bathroom. The walls were completely red. My Mother quickly telephoned the police, and tried pinning the blame on me! She tried with utter failure, by telling the police I was the one behind it all. She made all sorts of baseless accusations, that I wanted to get rid of my Father, in order to make her life better and for wimmins interests. Telling the authorities I was some sort of crazed male hating feminist. The problem was she and her Black lover had never taken into account the finger prints or DNA, which were discovered quickly. The plans were found in the black dudes home, with both their DNA over the paper and room. Also, their texts of their plans were uncovered and deduced to have come from both of them. The authorities knew straight away they had done it. She was later trialed to and given a life sentence without parole for first degree murder. 

I was taught from a young age by my Dad to respect and love wimmin, no matter what. I am a Feminist, out of respect for my Father. I do not hold any bitterness or grudges towards my Mother or her black lover. And the fact she is my Mom, she deserves so much love from me. So Mommy, I do love you still til this day. I do forgive you for what you did to my Father and for trying to blame it on me. It was just your hour of need, and we all make mistakes.