A Long Tall Tree and a Short Piece of Rope

July 09, 2025

I was recently asked why do I share death notices on Meta during the current crisis in Texas. My answer is simple. When another body is found I feel it is the least I can do is push a button on my iPhone and announce that one more soul has gone home. And my eyes mist each time. I look at their faces and try to imagine who they were. I see big, tough Texans go to their knees, crying as a recovery crew tells them that yes, their daughter is in the muddy SUV that was found under thirty feet of water and it will take a bit to get her body out because she became desperate as she tried to break the rear window and it’s difficult to remove her now rotting body out to identify it. And they always ask if the survivors wish to remain for the identification. And they always remain. To be with their loved one one last time.

Today I read something that was beyond belief. A news story quoting a couple of liberals who said the little girls from Mystic deserved what happened because they were at a Christian Summer Camp, and they were white! Give me a moment.

I’m not going to resort to my well known vernacular. Only to say something about a long tall tree and a short piece of rope. Yes! It was a Christian Summer Camp. And yes, there were young ladies there. And yes, they were white. And no, good Baptist parents, and grandparents in Texas don’t do to little girls what Woke participants like to do to little girls. We send them to Sunday School where the director of the camp dies trying to save just one more little girl from a raging torrent, and no, President Trump didn’t do it!

The Mystic Camp was over one hundred years old. Little girls have been there who have since died from old age. I haven’t checked the records, but I don’t think there are any detailing anything like what Jeffery Epstein did or your precious Michael Jackson! But yes, they were white!

They came from good, Christian families in and around the Austin area for the most part. You know Austin. Elon’s hometown now. Little different from New York, LA, or dare I say, Detroit. You remember Detroit. Car manufacturing capital of the world until the Democrats regulated it into the ground. How about LA, or better yet, San Francisco. I went there once. Ate ice cream at a pier. Listened to a street minstrel sing If you’re going to San Francisco be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. Well, if you’re going there now be sure to watch where you walk because the human garbage has rights!

The perverting of America knows no bounds. LBTGQ + A, and when they find another gender, they just add another letter. Try “RR” for Rump Ranger! That should just about cover it. And you may not believe in God but I do, and I know he’s running low on Fire and Brimstone, and no, Jesus didn’t kill them little girls either.

So yes, I will continue to post their pictures and names until the last one is brought home to their good Christian white families to be laid to rest, and no, I will not apologize. As for the liberals out there I say Vengeance is Mine saith The Lord, and I’m OK with that as long as He don’t take too long, and I get to watch!

* A note of explanation. When I was five years old my dad took a job in Lake Charles Louisiana rebuilding after Hurricane Audrey. I began first grade there at Lake Charles Elementary. One weekend we took a drive to the Gulf Coast where the eye of the hurricane had made landfall. I remember the smell. Like a bad order of shrimp. I remember seeing a man hanging on a barb wire fence. Well, half a man. The crabs got to the bottom half.

Years later I watched the bodies being removed from Cafeteria in Killeen Texas. They ran out of ambulances and had to put some in ice trucks. When it was discovered that it was a lone gunman and not a terrorist action in retaliation for our recent action in Iraq the bodies were put back in place. The shrimp smell came back. It might have been psychological, I don’t know.

Last night I listened to a first responder telling how they were now locating bodies in the Hill country by the smell. The oder of Lake Charles came back to me. Right after that I picked up on a story where two liberals were saying the little girls from Mystic Camp deserved what happened because they were white and at a Christian Youth Camp. Enough is enough. I don’t have PTS NOTHING, but I have an everdose of empathy for those precious little girls. And the smell never goes away.