Today I am thankful that I'm a woman and can excuse changing my mind.
Some asshat beat my daughter for the very last time. Today he choked her. The Denver Cops wanted to arrest her because she scratched him trying to get air.
He left red marks on her arms and neck. They're going to bruise.
The cops won't do their jobs. They let the drunkard go. He'll probably break back into my daughter's home and beat her up again.
So....I'm tired of it.
I'll take over.
That lil' dude would have been better off in jail.
He's a gun nut.
I have to act fast.
Thank goodness creep-boy tried to friend me on Facebook months ago. I never accept new requests.
I just accepted his old request and got everything I need.
If there is one thing to like about Facebook - asshats share all their little personal details.
Buh, Bye Fucktard.
*****
I've cast this curse three times.
The first time Bill died before the first candle burned down - he was stalking me on behalf of his son. This guy actually would gather family members around me, corner me, push me and threaten me.
All I did was write - end the stalking on the candle.
The stalking didn't stop.
I did the exact same spell again.
Stalker Shannon died before the second candle burned down. She'd follow me all over town. Even after the divorce, she tried to break into my home. She was spotted watching me while I was trying to date!
Shortly after the candle burned down, I got the news that she had died.
The stalking didn't stop. Shannon's boyfriend was now following me around.
So I did the spell again and asked that the stalking stop in a way that didn't kill anyone.
Michael lost his job. He eventually got evicted from my home. For the most part, the stalking has stopped. The neighbors still tell me they see a man go into my back yard. Sometimes there is some property damage.
At least Michael is alive.
I have to remind myself, in my fury, to write "without killing anyone*."
Wish me luck.
When I'm pissed, I miss those little pesky details.
*****
Oh, I can see why the leftists are rioting at the Denver Cop Headquarters.
The cops are morons.
Well, they probably just beat their wives and turn a blind eye to domestic violence. Before you scoff, remember I was a victim's advocate for the DA many years ago. I met far too many wives of police officers in that role.
Recently, they arrested a politically active witch friend of mine from taking a chainsaw away from a man that was hitting her with it.
She was trying to stop him from beating a homeless guy. She yelled at the asshat and lured him away from the homeless man so she looked like an aggressor on the videos her neighbors' took.
She was bloody and bruised. She was charged. Nothing happened to the asshat.
The homeless guy was found dead the next day.
She's nicer than I am or the asshat wouldn't be around town (if you catch my drift).
I wouldn't even have to go within five feet of him or hire anyone to do the deed.
My faith in my spirituality is incredibly strong.
*****
All a good witch needs is a picture, a name or a birthday -
maybe some cinnamon and some pepper.
Hell, a lemon could suffice.
So I'm off to raid my cupboard.
If I get the names of two horrible officers, I'm going to have a little bit of fun, too. I've been meaning to practice small, tiny curses (like not getting good parking spots, or getting cited for every tiny thing).
Maybe I should curse them with a conscience - that's my favorite curse.
This asshole who beat my daughter, I'm saving the fireworks for him.
*****
I'm so lucky it's almost Halloween. Guess who has an arsenal of black candles?
Yep.
I'm gonna need more.
It's days like today, I'm thankful I'm single and no guy has to suffer through my wrath.
Well - one guy gets to suffer.
If this doesn't work quickly, I'll release my demon (which, for the people who take everything literally, means my shadow side).
There will be hell to pay.
Cackling,
S.
Edit Five Hours Later:
So - it looks like a bomb went off. I must have been Angry (with a capital A).
It's bizarre.
I only got out three small non-reversible candles (solid black),
printed off two photos of him on my LaserJet,
and stuck them in a pan lined with wax paper.
Last month, I threw away my baby oil so I wasn't tempted to curse pricks.
I didn't use oil.
Little assholes' name and birthdate went on the three candles
then I added some siracha, cayenne and black pepper,
(couldn't find my valarian or stinging nettles),
while meditating and praying that any pain he's inflicted on women would come back to him 1000 fold and that he'd never hit another human being so long as he lived,
then I lit only one of the candles,
just one....
and put the pan in the tub of a bathroom that needs renovated.
I watched the candle burn until I started to nod off.
Five hours later, I awoke to the smell of smoke
and a bathroom that will need repainted (planning on it anyway).
All three candles, the paper and the liner were burned up. Only tiny shreds of the 8X11 print-outs of this idiot exist.
My tub is going to need repainted (they have porcelain paint for that)
there are little smoke marks all over the bathroom.
Thankfully, I have a lot of Florida Water to clean everything up.
*****
You know, the abusive predator is nearly my age (didn't know that - he looks much younger - must be pickled by the alcohol or something).
He claims to work in construction but it sounds like he doesn't work and lives off my daughter and social security.
He probably beat her up so he could see another woman he's grooming to take care of him.
I get the sense, if he hits another woman, his world is going to explode like those candles did.
*****
Now, I'm going to reach out to the Denver Police Dept again to see if I can get them to talk to me before I run off and talk to the press. I might hit up some of my first amendment activist friends (in fact one had a mediation with the DPD a couple weeks back - they played her, too - she's not a hypnotist).
As a former victim's advocate, I'm tired of seeing cops ignore their duty and placate to the will of an abuser.
I'm also wondering why they let a highly intoxicated man roam the streets of Denver. They threatened to arrest my daughter if one of them didn't leave the house. The prick left.
He should have gone to Denver Cares or the ER. If he caused a car crash due to impaired driving, it's on the DPD.
There were Benzos in the house - so part of me fears he's going to OD. I can't stop that. My daughter tried to get the cops to help. They didn't. In 2005, the Supreme Court ruled that cops don't have to help domestic violence victims, so....
I can see the leftists' point about defunding the department.
I've decided to get that new certificate to counsel domestic abusers so that when I run to the legislature to get them to reverse the idiotic laws that batterers are upending to control their victims by having them threatened with arrest, I'll have more credibility.
Former State Congressman Steve Lebsock tried amend the law so victims didn't have ruined records when cops arrested the wrong party. At least that was before the Democrats had him removed from office for staying the word "Fuck" too much and pretend to be victims of sexual harassment (there's a couple of posts about that debacle on this blog).
Abusers are master manipulators. They will lie and twist the facts so that they come out smelling like roses. It might be best to be rid of the mandatory arrest statute. Too many victims are being arrested (I've even met minors arrested for protecting their mothers from abusive dads).
It would seem the Denver Cops don't understand anything about defensive violence.
Truth is, they probably don't care.
*****
Women are not rehabilitation centers for poorly raised men.
His mother, she's a piece of work - ugh! - she expects US to care for her abusive son and promises to pray for us.
Well, lady, I did some old testament prayers last night (the old Psalms, you know, the David cursing kind). Let's see how that pans out for your only remaining son. You traumatized your boys. You didn't get them mental help (even though one was kidnapped as a child). One overdosed and the other is dying of alcoholism and the abuse of Xanax (if he doesn't have symptoms, he will soon).
Those cops - well, I'll revoke the protection prayers I've been saying for them all this time.
I'm no longer expending energy to protect lazy jerks.
Love ya,
S.
P.S. Sorry about the typos, my glasses are dirty from the smoke.
I guess once a witch - always a witch.
At least - this time - I went five years between harsh curses.
That's progress.