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Sunday, May 12, 2024

Well Wishes For All Of Our Mother's Out There...And A Solemn Promise To One Very Different One

 


Just a wish for peace and happiness for all of the mothers out there who have cared about this investigation for years and years.  You are the reason why we fight so hard to grow into the gentlemen that you raised.  I love breast cancer awareness roses.  They are my very favorite and my mom's too.

We love you beyond words and as my mom has changed into the person she is today, I was hoping that I would be able to lean on you for love and support the way I do for my friends.   I guess it will still have to wait for another year, again.  This has been hard on me and my mom.  It isn't easy to watch what Alzheimer's does to a person, but I still love my mom with every bit of my heart and she would want me to fight for the people that I love and cherish.  I will continue to do that.

To the mothers of the criminals, I am embarrassed for all of you.  I have seen and heard what your daughters and sons have turned into.  I am certain that they aren't representative of your love for them.  They are selfish hateful people that know nothing about the sacrifices that you made for them.  This group of six is the most ravenous and hateful I've ever seen.  May God ease your pain and help you through what your daughters and sons have done to you and your families.

Lastly, Marilyn Katzenberg, ever since you let your husband steal money from my mother, I have wondered about your qualifications as a mother.  My mother, in case you were ever wondering, was hard-working, faithful, tortured by Lori LaFond, caring, altruistic, funny, respectful, dedicated to her family, and most of all, she was a terrific mom.  Still is.  My mom was the kind of person who always lent a helping hand and saw her family through some of the worst things that Lori LaFond ever dreamed up.  Never once did she give up on me.  She never let me rest.  She never let me sit around.  She was proud of me for being gay and never once allowed anyone to treat me like I was second-class.  My mom was a mom.

You are not a mom.  You are a mother who gave up on her kid.  You are a mother who would steal from another mother who already knew that Lori LaFond would try to steal from me again.  You are the kind of mother who would hurt her son's friends and take away the love that they have for each other.  You are the mother that allowed two boys, now men, to get raped in Sedona, Arizona, and turned a blind eye to them.  You are the mother of a rape victim that you don't support nor do you support any of the people that believe in him and his abilities.  You raised a really great kid, there is no doubt about that.  What you did was hurt him and his future.  His happiness in jeopardy, you blindly followed the homophobic advice of his father.  His history with stealing from people aside, he stole from my mother and used her own diagnosis to take the money using my own sibling to do it.

Despite my warnings to stay away from my sister, your husband intentionally put her in danger.  That home he offered to her was set up for a rape.  He knew it.  He knew that all of the choices he made were to cause physical harm to me, my sister, my father and family.

I want you to know that I promise to put you in jail.  I promise my entire family that I will never let you rest until my mother's name is restored after your husband allowed her reputation to be soiled by accusing her of stealing my money.  I want you to know that I am now making it my life to stop you and expose your husband for the crimes he committed against me by stealing my investigation and turning it into a joke.  I wanted to make my mom proud...you didn't.  Now I want to show you what that feels like.  I want to deny you all of the rest of the pleasure that a son with great promise has but take it all away because of your mistakes.  You ruined his future, not me.  

For Mother's Day 2024, I want you to remember what a mother is, instead of the mother you have become.  Maybe God can restore you to a mother, ask Him, I'm tired of trying to show you.

Thank your lousy husband...may he suffer greatly because of his hate for our community.