The book dealing with the murder of Jan Roseboro has been released.
I have yet to purchase it and I have no plans to. It is nothing more than a vehicle for profit. That, in itself, is not a crime or a sin. But it serves no good purpose. It offers no healing. It offers no explanation. And it surely doesn't right any wrongs.
The vulturous who have waited for the release hoping to see a slight reference to themselves have been disappointed. Their panning of the tome reveals that and their indignation over being ignored.
We can only hope that now that carcass of the crime is so dry and decaying that the bloodsuckers will finally just let it be.
A beautiful Mom is dead.
A Dad was targeted by a gold digger and paid more than the ultimate price. He destroyed lives left and right.
Children have had their lives ripped and destroyed.
A poor little boy will live his life burdened by the salacious and disgusting acts of his parents, fighting for a sense of self worth.
All we can pray for is for the world to leave that little boy alone, to live a life designed by goodness and purpose.
All involved have been picked over long enough. Let them be.
The frustration that many feel about the gold digger will have to be given up to the Powers That Be.
She hasn't lost her children, her home or her life. She walks the streets smiling.
I can't imagine a person who should fear the afterlife more than she should.
Her partner is paying a paltry penance by being incarcerated for the rest of his life.
His due is far from done.
But she's going to have to stand accountable for what she's done. And being an innocent bystander is not it.
She spotted her mark, she made herself easily available and she bedded him.
And lives were destroyed.
The book is as 'icky' as the rest of the affair and murder.
And it's time to just let it go and let hearts try to heal enough to salvage the rest of their lives.
I have yet to purchase it and I have no plans to. It is nothing more than a vehicle for profit. That, in itself, is not a crime or a sin. But it serves no good purpose. It offers no healing. It offers no explanation. And it surely doesn't right any wrongs.
The vulturous who have waited for the release hoping to see a slight reference to themselves have been disappointed. Their panning of the tome reveals that and their indignation over being ignored.
We can only hope that now that carcass of the crime is so dry and decaying that the bloodsuckers will finally just let it be.
A beautiful Mom is dead.
A Dad was targeted by a gold digger and paid more than the ultimate price. He destroyed lives left and right.
Children have had their lives ripped and destroyed.
A poor little boy will live his life burdened by the salacious and disgusting acts of his parents, fighting for a sense of self worth.
All we can pray for is for the world to leave that little boy alone, to live a life designed by goodness and purpose.
All involved have been picked over long enough. Let them be.
The frustration that many feel about the gold digger will have to be given up to the Powers That Be.
She hasn't lost her children, her home or her life. She walks the streets smiling.
I can't imagine a person who should fear the afterlife more than she should.
Her partner is paying a paltry penance by being incarcerated for the rest of his life.
His due is far from done.
But she's going to have to stand accountable for what she's done. And being an innocent bystander is not it.
She spotted her mark, she made herself easily available and she bedded him.
And lives were destroyed.
The book is as 'icky' as the rest of the affair and murder.
And it's time to just let it go and let hearts try to heal enough to salvage the rest of their lives.
