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>doesn't name any of his haters who he'll never forgiveNew dear diary entry just dropped. Extreme levels of cringe, even for Rage Pig standards.
truly pathetic
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>doesn't name any of his haters who he'll never forgiveNew dear diary entry just dropped. Extreme levels of cringe, even for Rage Pig standards.
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3 std? I am sure, there has to be more
Or when Ralph was drooling over his underage sister.Ralph doesn’t get made fun of enough for the time Kyle Rittenhouse responded to his tweet with one word and he was so excited he wrote an article about it.
Noted.Ralph doesn’t get made fun of enough for the time Kyle Rittenhouse responded to his tweet with one word and he was so excited he wrote an article about it.
Archivetheralph said:A young, innocent, 17-year-old Amanda Morris…my wife…was chatted up by a Turkish gentleman at the local mall in Greece, NY. After some light flirting, he proposed they go out on a date, which she, eventually and reluctantly, agreed to.
“Hey,” she thought, talking herself into it, “it’s just a date, right? I’m 17 and about to be an adult. I should get used to doing these sorts of things. Let’s try it!”
When it came time to go on the date, she was picked up by him at her father Harry Morris’s home. Instead of taking her to the agreed upon location, he pulled into a hotel parking lot. He asked Amanda to come inside of his hotel room for a minute while he finished getting ready.
I think most of you will be able to easily predict what happened next, at least to some degree.
Instead of a date, Amanda was forcibly sodomized…anally raped…by this evil cretin in a treacherous and barbarous attack against a virginal girl.
When she was discarded and dropped off by the rapist, she called her mother, Jolene Vitto. She confessed what happened and told her that she had been anally raped. They went to the local hospital in order for a “rape kit” to be performed. If you didn’t know, the performance of a rape kit is necessary in order to gather enough evidence…hopefully even DNA evidence…to prove the guilt of a rapist.
Allegedly frustrated at the amount of time it was taking, Jolene complained to the hospital staff about the procedure and took her confused and distressed daughter home instead. A rape kit was never performed, and the rapist was never brought to justice. We will never know how many other young, innocent 17-year-old girls met the same fate as Amanda did that day as a result of the cruelty and cowardice of her own mother Jolene.
I will swear to God on a stack of Bibles, the life of my deceased and beloved Mother, Sandra Ralph, and the life of my daughter, Rozanna Sandra RALPH, that this story was told to me multiple times by Amanda Morris. It is so heinous that not even I could have conjured it for you here today.
So, ask yourselves. If I am a monster based of an out-of-context two minute and fifty-three second audio clip…where I was secretly recorded after a long night of mixing alcohol and alprazolam, clearly out of my mind….what, then, is Jolene Vitto?
I’ll tell you what she is. She is a cold, wicked, vile, vicious, nasty woman, as Mr. Trump would say. She is even worse than a monster, because she hides and tries to portray herself as one of the “good people.”
Well, Jolene, I have some bad news for you. You’re not one of the “good people.” You’re one of the lowest, sickest, and dirtiest meatbags I have ever had the displeasure of coming across.
I post this so that my daughter will one day know just who the Morris family, specifically Jolene and Harry, really are.
You wanted the truth? There’s your truth. Do your worst and leak whatever you will on me because I no longer care about this mortal coil or the fate of my life before I finally shuffle off it. I will have nothing else to write or say about Amanda, Jolene, or Harry as long as I live. If, for whatever reason, I must refer or allude to Amanda, also known as May, because of our work together on the Killstream, I will never again use her name. She is no longer recognizable to me anyway.
Still, I hope that she is happy and blessed during the duration of her days. Even now, even after everything that has been said and done, I still love her deeply. I think I always will. Thank you for getting me through the death of my mother and for being there for me unceasingly during that time. I would not be here today were it not for the amazing woman I once knew back then. My mother loved you as well and you know that. That’s why you named our daughter after her. I thank you for being there during the hardest part of her life, the prolonged and tragic end of it, on her behalf. We met a little over three years ago. I do not regret the time we spent together. I cherish it. There is a time and reason for every season, though. That season has come to its end. Fall has come and May is long since gone.
However, I will pray that God, my mother Sandra, who I miss so much, and especially my daughter Rozanna Ralph, one day understand why I told you this here today. I ask for forgiveness from them all.
This story was already publicly known, by the way. I only wrote this to give you the entire context behind it.
Ignoring the grammatical and spelling errors for now.Day after day, on the morally bankrupt Kino Casino, Ashton Parks preaches a phony gospel. While claiming to be a huge Christian, he swings [sic] down liters of vodka and eats himself to death. He gambles large sums of money on sporting events. He hangs out with weirdo women and pays them to enact sexual fetishes for him. If he didn’t preach at others, some, or even all of that would be forgivable. However, that’s exactly what he does, day after day.
As much as I have recently been cursed, I have been blessed, as well. I have two beautiful children, although it’s true, I don’t get to see them much. I’ve went from 277 pounds last year to 201.2 pounds today. The Killstream is stable and profitable, even after so many knocks. This guy can’t even knock out a trip around the block.
If you cut out the part where he's seething at some other fat retard this is a very accurate description of Ethan Ralph.While claiming to be a huge Christian, he swings [sic] down liters of vodka and eats himself to death. He gambles large sums of money on sporting events. He hangs out with weirdo women and pays them to enact sexual fetishes for him. If he didn’t preach at others, some, or even all of that would be forgivable. However, that’s exactly what he does, day after day.
Don't get to see them much, you just very publicly stated you've written them off completely and you're completely content with abandoning them without support for their entire life.As much as I have recently been cursed, I have been blessed, as well. I have two beautiful children, although it’s true, I don’t get to see them much.
Fixed a couple of typos Ralph made.Day after day, on the morally bankrupt Killstream, Ethan Ralph preaches a phony gospel. While claiming to be a huge Christian, he swings [sic] down liters of vodka and eats himself to death. He gambles large sums of money on sporting events. He hangs out with weirdo women and pays them to enact sexual fetishes for him.
I’ve went from 277 pounds last year to 201.2 pounds today.
Wait, so you're not convinced by his weight loss even though he used 9485925 significant figures?Again I ask, who does he think he's fooling?
Damn, what a weak bitch, that PPP."Ashton can’t even control his own women." This is quite ridiculous, even for mush brain pig standards.
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