I just wanted to remind Lori that with all the craziness in my life right now, that she is hardly in any position to be doing any casting of aspersions. I mean, yeah, my mom is sick in the hospital, but she's been a faithful woman all her life. She's always in God's hands, but you, little girl, come from someplace much different.
When you live your life like a serial killer, the amount of sympathy that you get from the public is limited...very limited. You won't be seeing Missy's family shedding a tear, Jonathan's mom and I will probably throw a party, and I can't imagine that your own mother will attend your memorial service, after all, who wants to remember you? Most of the people that I know, want to forget you ever existed.
All this "playing the victim" to the families of the victims that you chose to create, makes me wonder if all your luck hasn't run out. I know that outside of my coalition, there are probably lots of parents that would want to do you harm. That's one good thing about this blog, if parents read it they know that we are seeking justice...not street justice or Texas-style justice. Some parents try to kill the rapist of their kids...you mock them. I guess when you live like a ghost for as long as you have, you must think that I can control people from seeing you. I can't. All I can do is tell parents and friends that I am trying my best to have you committed or arrested. I don't believe that you should be beaten to death or drug through the streets of Palm Springs, but there are probably some family members of victims that do. You should thank me for trying to save your life instead of saying I threatened it at your place of work that you didn't work for.
I'm doing you a huge favor.
To the people that finally do take Lori out of that home kicking and screaming...remember, the outfit above was suitable for Hanibal Lecter...Lori should also have a spit hood over her face. Perhaps a Bee Keeper hood. Just suggestin'.
Once someone takes away all her meth, she's going to be a hot mess of poop, pee, and bleeding. Then the psychoses will be taking over. Basically, her body is being held together with crystal meth and bubblegum wrappers. I wouldn't doubt that an arm or a leg would fall off on the drive to the hospital or jail. I hear her night and day...she's in bad shape. A few hours in the makeup chair isn't going to fix the damage that lies underneath all those clothes. Then there is all that damage internally...you don't go this long with these STD's and not have something really sick happening inside. I feel sorry for the doctors that have to put this Humpty Dumpty back together again. Here's a hint, don't send all the king's horses and king's men, Lori hates them. Bring haz mat suits and oxygen for the arresting officers...they will need it.
Once someone takes away all her meth, she's going to be a hot mess of poop, pee, and bleeding. Then the psychoses will be taking over. Basically, her body is being held together with crystal meth and bubblegum wrappers. I wouldn't doubt that an arm or a leg would fall off on the drive to the hospital or jail. I hear her night and day...she's in bad shape. A few hours in the makeup chair isn't going to fix the damage that lies underneath all those clothes. Then there is all that damage internally...you don't go this long with these STD's and not have something really sick happening inside. I feel sorry for the doctors that have to put this Humpty Dumpty back together again. Here's a hint, don't send all the king's horses and king's men, Lori hates them. Bring haz mat suits and oxygen for the arresting officers...they will need it.
