‘well... blonds and good-looking people are sort of scarce’ - to put it in simple words - to go to college. You get the picture, right?
Obvious result: he meets the woman of his dreams and pops the question… ooops! That’s the recipe for disaster, if you ask me, for having been born in a racist nest!
This scenario does not correspond, at all, to what this wicked evil SPV had in mind for her ‘baby’ boy… even though the girl is decent and very good looking, she doesn’t care… she doesn’t see it that way… and meditates: What should I do?
Since she is an innate ratified SPV she knows perfectly well that if she speaks out about her rejection… she'll lose her son.
She then begins to speculate with her ‘herd’ of stupid followers. Out of sight and in obscured places considering a plan:
- Witchcraft! - Deems the wicked evil SPV - Yessss… witchcraft!!!
Whether you believe in witchcraft or not… the fact is that the intent was there and that is what’s wicked, evil and monstrous about this story. I mean… to do that to your own son?!? What kind of a human being should you be to deem such a plan?
So she begins a ‘relationship’ with a Santero (sort of a witch from Cuba) to destroy the liaison and see if (and this blows my mind) he might… at the same time… kill her soon to be daughter-in-law… yes… kill her son’s wife to be!!!
Time goes by and nothing happens… so this wicked evil SPV starts to get as mad as a hatter (and there’s nothing worse than an SPV that, in addition to being wicked and evil, she begins feeling ‘on edge’), calling the Santero at all hours of the day and night and, when she realizes that life goes on, that the wedding day has arrived without achieving her goal, she decides to give her plan a ‘twist’ since destiny had decided differently.
As a logical result, normal and natural, news about a pregnancy come out. The stubbornness and vice of this wicked evil SPV comes to a high when she decides that… if she can’t end with the object of her rejection… she can eliminate the baby… yes… her own grandson… her son’s son…
Like out of this world, huh? I mean… it is freaking unbelievable, right?
One of the issues she had on that phone call I told you about in story number 1 (A taste of their own medicine) was precisely this…
- How could you do this to me? - She cried referring to my e-mail in which I’d partially mentioned this ‘episode’.
Me? The bad guy… me? Why of course! In the complicated psyche of an SPV what she did is not wrong so long as no one with an inch of brains finds out!
Well, let me tell you that by the time the baby was born this wicked evil SPV inspected every single millimeter of that little baby’s body searching for any detail that would make her hate him even more. Always referring to him with a huge variety of nasty nicknames… on her son’s back, of course!
The little boy was very sick for a while... then he got better... right after wicked witch saw herself turned into literature, of course! But now her daughter-in-law is sick... and Dr. House is not around so no one knows what's wrong with her... but me... and the Santero probably.
Wicked evil witch keeps telling everyone that she loves both the kid and his mom… yeah, right… I don’t believe her… I’m telling you, they don’t change, they ‘dim’ but end up ‘blowing up’ when appearances can no longer last… that perception the world has to have about them and which they care so much about.
The mind of this wicked evil SPV has no limits… she’s proven it to me over and over again. So wicked!
And this reminds me of another story… about those SPVs that are so inexperienced, even though they practice, but cannot achieve perfection in the art of manipulation and, therefore, live their lives pushing everyone in their ‘captive audience’ away. Shrinking the ‘herd’ of followers that they carefully stacked along the way… that’s why the next story is about this pathetic SPV… so very bitter and deceitful! |