Wayne Michael Reich

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The Kook of Ruth Pt 1. (A Study in Karen)

“Maybe we are entering a new era in which bullying and the intimidation of other people are at last consigned to their rightful place alongside racism, hatemongering, drunk driving, littering, spitting in public, and passing gas at parties.” – Frank E. Peretti

Greetings, Bitchiteers!

Is today not a wonderful day? The birds are singing, the sun is shining, the winter air is cold and crisp as if it were a Stephen Fry retort, and even the Right-wing wackadoos I write about seem to be in good spirits this morning. I haven’t checked, but something in my gut tells me that either there was a school shotting that they think that they can finally blame on BLM, or maybe perhaps, they’re feeling elated that Matt Gaetz finally has a girlfriend who can attend an “R” rated movie without his compulsory presence.

Who knows? The day itself is rife with possibilities, whether they be absurdist, or not.

However, the screed of the moment is centered on an ever so favored chew=toy of mine, a person who succinctly answers the question of what happens when a person who seriously believes that mythical God communicates via Walmart receipts, is granted internet access, despite their allegedly urgent need for an obviously long-overdue mental health evaluation.

This state of affairs, puzzlingly being currently ignored by those who really shouldn’t leads me to suspect that if she ever devoted herself to a cause outside her previously discussed religious zealotry, which at this moment in time, is precariously teetering on the razor’s edge between her future lodgings being decorated in wallpaper, versus one lined with industrial bubble wrap, it would most likely be this one:

For the uninitiated, the symbolization for a “Karen” is described as: “a white woman perceived as entitled or demanding beyond the scope of what is normal. The term is often portrayed in memes depicting white women who use their privilege to demand their own way.” Or more specifically in this case, as someone who plays the victim so much that I’m genuinely surprised that CBS hasn’t created a CSI spin-off named after her, modeled after the classic “V” miniseries villainess, “Diana”.

Granted, while today’s screed subject to be isn’t, in my opinion, nearly as physically attractive, socially charming, intellectually gifted, or culturally interesting, so much as the protagonist so beautifully played by actress Jane Badler is, but she does have some of the far less notable attributes that were so integral to her iconic character, nonetheless.

Traits such as arrogance, short-sightedness, callous manipulation of her alternate reality, and in a plot twist that shocks no one who’s ever had to unfortunately deal with her, the revelation that she is, in fact, nothing less than a giant space lizard wearing an ill-fitting human skin suit.

Obviously, I’m kidding about the whole “nothing less than a giant space lizard wearing a well-tailored human skin suit” assertion, for I’m also fairly confident that if a person takes divine guidance from their Walmart receipts, the odds that they’ve never bought anything that didn’t come off of one of its discount racks, are also pretty good as well.

Speaking of whom this applies to, I could recite the classic aphorism of; “Small town, small mind”, but it still wouldn’t fully explain the vacuous disconnect between reality it truly exists, and how this assemblage of pinhead paranoia assumes it to be. Ironically, this pathetically histrionic harpy, in between her far-too-common public displays of narcissistic martyrdom, also lays claim to being a true Child of God, which one might think, would give them a sense of overconfidence as to how they would choose to face the world entire.

I’ve oft said it before, and mythical God knows I’ll have to say it again, but If Jesus himself was my homeboy, not only would I be picking fights left and right, I’d be eating my congratulatory post-battle campfire S’mores, from inside the conflagration itself, because I would perceive myself to be freaking untouchable. But this person? Literally, they’re akin to a wedge of Velveeta, locked inside a microwave set on high, that’s been abandoned within the confines of Mount Kilauea’s caldera.

In my professional capacity as both a writer and an artist, the concept of possessing a fragile sense of one’s self-worth is nothing new, but JFC, if this craven drama queen’s ego gets any more sensitive, I’m going to have to openly suggest they rent it out to the US Geological Survey on the weekends, just so that the USGS finally gets that additional eye they’ve needed, regarding Mexico’s somewhat worrisome, Popocatépetl volcano.

The upside of this arrangement, is that she wouldn’t have to travel, given her said overblown characteristic, and with the extra cash she’d earn, that giant pair of salad tongs she’s required for quite some time to finally pull her head out of her ass, would finally be affordable.

So, who is this person that I’ve started referring to in my off hours as Silver City’s canonizing Christian Child of cray-cray?  Well, if you’re a regular reader of my pixilated tomes, you already know the answer, and if you’re not, let me introduce you to the mental gimp gift that just keeps on giving;


Now, over the last year or so, I’ve had a lot of fun with ol’ Ruth here, and while the majority of it was at her expense, it’s still been a lot of work staying cautiously abreast of the ever increasingly erratic Sisyphean boulder that masquerades as her intellect. When she first wandered into the darkness that is my empire of the Snark as it were, she was content in her way, to espouse asinine views regrading politics, the (at that time) current implementation of mask mandates, and religious hypocrisy so blatant, that even Satan started distancing himself from her.

And who among us can truly blame him? Especially when his reputation is really all that he has bow, since losing his gilded golden boy Donald Trump to the Evangelicals that once, so happily worked in tandem with him. Sure, he might be the essence of all that is evil, but even he, has scruples of a kind, worth defending.

But Ruth? That’s arguably debatable, for since my initial curiosity concerning her comments and actions was tweaked, she’s expanded her song and prance act to include the promotion of debunked conspiracy theories, fomenting groundless claims of being personally persecuted for her thin-as-tissue-paper alleged Christian faith, as well as hurling over-the-top scurrilous slander at those she considers to be her allegorical enemies, be they real, or imaginary.

According to Seawolf and as of yet, only her alone, she has experienced attempted personal coercion, acts of vandalism targeting the businesses she owns, and once hilariously claimed in an act of sheer paranoiac narcissism, that a native and utterly harmless snake discovered living its best life in her back yard, had been placed there deliberately by persons unknown of course, to acquiesce her into silence, because apparently, she fancies herself as the living embodiment of Cleopatra, I guess?.

Despite the reality that the snake itself posed no danger to Seawolf, she bragged about killing it on social media, which leads me to believe that the snake made its own philosophical choice, deciding instead, to commit suicide rather than having to listen to yet another of Seawolf’s histrionic rants regarding how yet again, she was the victim of cruelly deliberate fate.

Given that fact that where I live is an exceptionally small town, and people here are genuinely starved for the free entertainment drama provides, it strikes strange that outside of Seawolf ‘s numerous social media posts claiming being the undeserving subject of such, no one else in my tight-knitted community, has seemingly heard anything in relation to her victimization by the unspecified of pure venomousness.

As to the validity of her martyrdom, the only comfort I can offer is this supportive affirmation;

This is not to say however, that if Seawolf is indeed, being subjected to various illegalities, that this in and of itself is in any way, shape, or form, to be considered even remotely acceptable, but the not to be unexpected downside of crying “WOLF!”: as many times as Seawolf allegedly has, even those nearest and dearest to you are gonna eventually lay down a trail to you front door, by means of prime-cut lamb chops.

As of late, there’s been a growing undercurrent of contempt regarding her arrogantly inane flaws of character that she so freely dispenses as if she were a licensed dealer of sheer bitchiness in my bucolic burg, and if I’m reading between the lines even half-right, I’d suggest that it seems Seawolf is about to become the reluctant lead in a real-life reboot of 1981’s “Wolfen”, Minus the charms of Sybil Danning, who’s  stared in the same years far more cheesy werewolf offering, known as “The Howling”.

Now, while Seawolf’s role in said schlock-fest to be, will most thankfully, not see the inclusion of a three-way werewolf sex scene as seriously written, performed and presented so disturbingly in “The Howling”;

Her metaphorical fall from the last shreds of Grace she still possesses, will resound, within the deepest strata of the community that she’s willingly incensed, if not openly harassed, for years, In a nutshell, Seawolf’s antics and overall unhinged pettiness, as I’ve thoroughly dissected in previous screeds, has inspired both fear and seething hatred, and when the time comes to settle her tab for her doing so, calculating the appropriate size of the anticipated tip, will be the least of her worries.,

Urk. Looking upon this still from that f**ked up scene in the movie, I do find myself to some extent, emotionally divided. On the one paw, copulating with a female werewolf would be akin to having sex with a dog, but on the other paw, a dog IS a man’s best friend, is it not? A small aside- when I wrote this joke, a friend who was reading through the rough draft of it remarked, and I quote: “Well, if a dog is a man’s best friend, and Ruth was one of those werewolf chicks, whoever advised that Weredude to sleep on his stomach, would obviously be his.”

Motherf**king pus-bucket, that is COLD. And I say this as a man who chills his Diet Coke and Ding Dongs inside of his heart. But such is the inadvertent joy that Seawolf helps foster, in between episodes where she wavers twixt self-declared woman of Faith, and the mire realistically seen aspect of applying for future residency in a facility with regulated visiting hours and the most draconian of riles whereas the ownership of overly pointy accoutrements is concerned.

As someone who isn’t a qualified psychiatrist, it would be exceedingly arrogant of me to casually label Seawolf’s public passion plays of petty patheticness as anything more than the attention-seeking antics of a middle-aged Veruca Salt made corpulent flesh, but as a former New Yorker, I can tell you that spotting allegorical crazy from a distance, is something I’ve gotten quite good at over the years. And the proof to be found within this pile of petulant pudding that she might have an errant screw either too loose or too tight, comes from no less than the originator of all of her drama, that being Seawolf herself.

With no due respect, Seawolf tends to export tepid theatrics as if she were a bus full of drag queens fighting over the last eyebrow pencil in existence, and while her eternal performance shows no sign of ever having an upcoming intermission, anytime soon, we should all take some comfort knowing that when left alone with her own thoughts, she’s acutely aware that full credit for being an executive producer on every single episode she inflicts on the undeserving within her sight, is her fault entire.

Granted, Seawolf would never openly acknowledge to ever having even the merest moment of self-reflection vis-à-vis her continuous campaign to be crowned Queen Bitch of the known Universe, but when the only common denominator in all the supposed trials you face just so happens to always be you, even the dullest of lummoxes has to have the occasional flash of personal insight, if I were to be so curt.

If I had a dollar for every accounted time that Seawolf has dragged out her cross and hypocritically nailed herself to it, not only would I have achieved my goal of owning an island made entirely out of Dung Dings, I’d have that domestic staff of Milla Jovovich clones to go along with it, as well  Mentally obese, pitifully paranoid, determinedly disingenuous, and willfully dumber than a sack of drunken urinal cakes, may not be the way for most of us,, but even I, albeit begrudgingly, must admit that our bloviating Baby Ruth, has somehow managed to make that odious niche truly her own

But as usual, I may be] getting ahead of myself. Therefore, I’d suggest for those of you who aren’t familiar with the asinine antics of Silver City’s most relevant example of a what a walking failure of the public education system can look like, I’d suggest that you hit up the Artbitch Archive, and read the following screeds before you continue on, and I’ll just chillax right here until you get back.

In order, I’d recommend: August 2020: Hatertriot Lames Pt.2 (Razz the Ruth) October 2021: Ruth-less Sheeple. (The Divine Profit-see) and finally, October 2022: The Ruth is on Fire. (Oh, The Racists You’ll Know!). Up to speed? Awesome. Let’s get back to the issue at hand- that being, somewhere in my otherwise pastoral hamlet, an arrogantly self-righteous narcissiic harridan slithers among its upstanding citizenry, and in a refreshing change of pace, walks directly on its own tongue, strangling both its credibility, and a community’s empathy for its cravenly cause, as it does so.

And in an additional unintended joy, they’ve also managed to provide proof positive to the concept once voiced by German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche who once said; “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?”

Why do I make this reference, you ask? It’s because I Ur find it odd that a person who so ceaselessly brags about walking in step with Christ, manages to represent such a selfishly hateful repudiation of his noble teachings. Ruth’s contributions to Christianity are as relevant as Donald Trumps are to marital fidelity and she goes out of her way to validate this estimation almost every day, and that, most often unbidden, if not unprompted. By way of numerous examples, here’s one of her Faith-based assertions that NM’s current Governor, Michelle Lujan Grisham, promotes… well, you’ll see:

GASP! Do you meant to tell me that she actually believes women she does not know, should have autonomy over their own bodies? What’s next, Ruth? Is she going to dare suggest that women should also be allowed to express an opinion not forced upon her by strangers? The horror of it all.

I’d happily point out that I’ve yet to see Seawolf ever post anything useful regarding the decreasing of abortions through measures that actually work, such as sexual education classes, access to birth control, adoption reform, as well as adequately funding social programs to support new parents and single mothers alike, but why do that, when you can wallow in a pond of your own self-righteous smugness?

As to Seawolf’s certifiable lunacy regarding Grisham assuming “God’s role”, thereby “allowing” unspecified “others to kill anyone not happy with God’s will”, all I can enunciate is this question that at this point, I mutter under my breath at least twice a day… SERIOUSLY. WHAT IN THE F*KING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, LADY?!? Drugs? Alcohol? Breathing in spray-paint fumes resulting from your failing to open all the windows in your garage on a consistent basis?  

Whatever in the f**k it is, seek help immediately, because you are fully baked through, my Mistress of Martyrdom. No one, and I repeat, NO ONE, (in this country at least) is purposefully murdering Christians, unless there’s a reincarnated Roman emperor somewhere out there, with not only a spare coliseum in his backyard, but a few hours of free time to kill, and a cadre of hungry pet lions, at his beck and call, as well.

And as an aside Ruth, you can be Christian, and still support a woman’s right to choose, since the Bible in concern to the issue of abortion, SAYS NOTHING ABOUT IT AT ALL. If Christians really cared about the unborn, they’d also be outside fertilization clinics, where thousands of Ova are disposed of daily, but  it would then interfere with their harassment campaign against women utilizing the necessary resources of Planned Parenthood, and mythical Lord knows, they most certainly don’t want that.

Not to mention, if Seawolf is so “pro-life”, then why would she post something like this?

I guess when the zygote is out of the womb, it’s also out of mind? I can only assume she considers murder most heinous, but only when it involves the death of someone who thinks being covered in metaphorical zombie blood, is not that far removed from Reality as the rest of us perceive it, and don’t even get me started on that whole “eat and drink of my body” cracker and wine thing, either.

For the record, the red-hatted twat pictured did not win 250M for his publicly displayed racism, but as I’ve previously described, full accurate disclosure is not one of Seawolf’s stronger personality traits, despite her religious tenets demanding it be so.. If you believe that as a follower JFC, that Kyle Rittenhouse is to be considered laudable, your copy of the Bible, may have come straight from the NRA gift shop, rather than off the printing presses located within the Vatican.

Oh, and by the way? When Rittenhouse murdered two people in cold blood, he was too young to drink. Much less hold a beer, but apparently in Ruth’s eyes, he was more than old enough to be in possession of a deadly weapon he wasn’t properly trained to use, so I can totally see why a modern-day Christer would like him so much, considering how excited they get regarding the sacrifice of innocents in the name of their sociopathic deity.

However, what a lovely example of God’s love Seawolf displays here, by praising the most extreme examples of everything that stands in opposition to it.  Something tells me that if Ruth were just a few years older, she’d commend Ted Bundy as being good with women, and Jeffery Dahmer as a gourmand, worthy of society’s respect for his interesting flavor combinations.

To add some weight to this assessment of mine, let’s review how Seawolf views the possible prosecution of the parents of Michigan school shooter Ethan Crumbley, who not only purchased the weapon that he allegedly used in tandem with other armament that left four of his fellow students dead, and seven others injured, but whom also willingly ignored the obvious signs warning of his murderous intentions to boot:

Man… when Sea-Karen here, decides to deep-dive into the anus of asininity, she does so all the way up to her cankles, doesn’t she? This may come as a surprise to you, oh breeder of all things grating and squall, but when one takes on the mantle of being a parent, certain responsibilities go hand in hand with the title, as well as the “I spawned successfully” bragging rights.

Not only did my parents lock up their liquor cabinet as if it were Fort Knox, they also quite shockingly, didn’t buy me a dangerously accessible weapon as a birthday gift, either. And while I have no children, I’d like to think that of my kid’s school sat down with me in a meeting to discuss my child’s pre-visualized fantasies about killing their fellow classmates, I sure as hell wouldn’t have shrugged it off, just so I could go home and watch FOX News. Weird, that.

If justice is to prevail, the parents of this POS should not only be charged as fully complicit accomplices, they should be turned over to the victim’s families as well, in an act of cost-cutting retribution, as well. I have no idea who actually put in the hours to raise your progeny Ruth, but if the secondary choice for the parenting assist was a pack of rabid wolves, I’d at least be secure in the knowledge that your brood would have a far better set of morals, then the ones you most likely instilled within them.

For instance, let’s peruse yet another of the endless examples of your zealotry fueled hypocrisy, by presenting this rant of yours, whining about how in the middle of an ever-enlarging pandemic, your church was briefly shuttered, which for some as yet unstated reason, somehow prevents the most powerful being in the Universe from corresponding directly with you:

Other than the fact that Seawolf speaks the truth as well as I speak Swahili, the rest of this mewling quim’s contextual take is pure invention as well. First, there’s the out of nowhere claim that our current Governor doesn’t support the police, from a woman who, as we shall see later on, didn’t seemingly care about them either, when they were attacked en masse in our nation’s Capitol, on January Sixth.

Second, for someone who claims to be full of God’s love for others, she doesn’t seem to give a flying f**k about her fellow cafeteria Christians, when she’s asked to be minorly inconvenienced to protect them, either.

Oh no… you can’t go to an archaic and architectural tax dodge and pretend to be pious for an hour and a half” You poor ever so deprived baby of undeserved privilege. But don’t you fret kids, for Ruth is about to stereotypically contradict herself, and in the process of doing so, completely negate her previous point regarding the necessity for a dedicated divination space, and I for one, am more than happy to share her dimwitted disingenuousness with you all:So, Ruth, if the church itself can easily exist outside the four walls, as you put it, then why is yours being temporarily dark, that much of a concern to begin with? If God’s word can travel with you, regardless of destination, then why are you acting as if you’ve been confined to spending a month in Delaware? Unless of course, you’ve realized that you have no idea how to truly communicate with Him outside of his crash pad, and even then, he makes excuses for his routine avoidance of your beguilement.

And if my assumption that God sidesteps her as if she were one of his crazier exes, is even halfway true, then this later posting by Seawolf becomes even more inadvertently hilarious, as in retrospect, her history of personal attacks, alleged slander, and consistent self-pittance, displays a maturity that is far more in line with one who still wears diapers, rather than those who supposedly wear the Gospels on their sleeves:

If you are personally familiar with Seawolf’s track record as just described, this post reads less like an affirmation of her tissue-thin Faith, and more as if she were crafting a personal confession for the benefit of local law enforcement. I wasn’t aware that the collective laundry list of her transgressions were her fulfilling of God’s calling, but then again, maybe that all depends on the “God” that Seawolf so hypocritically follows, if not regularly disappoints.

Normally, this would be the time when I’d counsel God’s self-chosen call girl as it were, to follow her own sanctimonious advice, but to be fair, I doubt that my voice could override the ones already in squalid residence inside her damaged psyche. Not because Seawolf would be unable to follow the thread of my narrative, but due to the sad fact that it’s fairly obvious that she cannot even follow her own.

The way Seawolf bounces around the swampy banks of her own fanatical tales, the more I understand just why I’m starting to regard her as the human analog of a mentally-challenged Right-wing Tigger. Minus the adorability and childlike wonder, of course. I’m dead serious here- if Seawolf ever suffered any form of grievous brain injury, I tend to believe that it would be decades before anyone noticed.

As a rule, I would never mock the burden of being afflicted with a mental illness of any sort, but when it’s so wonderfully mixed with the speculative and arrogant sagacity that one is an unheralded visionary, even I have to admit, the end effect of it all, can be somewhat entertaining, despite the foreshadowing of far worse inanities to come:

I won’t speak for you, but I absolutely love it when a person whose entire political ideology is based on bumper stickers and divination drawn from their slavish worship of a tangerine-tinted Savior, attempt to Edgar Cayce their way back into partisan relevance by disseminating Things to Come prophecies they gleaned from websites that typically feature a Bald Eagle wrapped in the American flag, and clutching a Bible to their proudly puffed-out chest, very much in the same way I’d grasp a box of chilled Ding Dongs.

But let’s be fair here for a moment. Can we seriously expect a woman who sees God every morning in the foam of her latte, to be anything less than epically ignorant in regards to the machinations of the political apparatus are concerned? Call me crazy, or just “Ruth”, if you need a catchy remembrance of pure insanity, but if it took Herr Twitler almost three hours to do something about the insurrection he caused, protecting the city that was kicking him out soon after, was most certainly, not high on his list of personal priorities.

Try as she might, Seawolf deliberate glossing over as to the reasons why there was (and needed to be) a strong military presence in our nation’s capitol pre-inauguration, fails to erase, deflect, pr distract, from the truth of the matter, and that is this: ON JANUARY SIXTH, 2021, A MOB OF BLOOD-THIRSTY, CANDY-ASSED, WANNABE DOMESTIC TERRORIST SEDITIONISTS, TRIED AND THANKFULLY FAILED, TO OVERTURN DEMOCRACY AFTER THEY LOST A VALID ELECTION,


“C’mon Artbitch”, I can hear you say… “Aren’t you now, the one being a tad bit over-dramatic?” Sure, she’s an obvious hypocrite, a metaphorical cafeteria zealot, an alleged slanderer of the innocent, and hell, maybe even possibly the type of person who eats deep-dish pizza with a fork, but to suggest that she’s also an ideological supporter of openly treasonous acts? That’s quite the brass ring you’re reaching for, I think.”

Alright. You got me. That is quite the stretch, is it not? As such, it would be rather irresponsible of me to make such an accusation without proof positive, and mythical Lord knows, that I would never say or even imply such a thing without definitive and incontrovertible evidence. If only I had some from a source that was willing to publicly put it out there for all to discover for themselves, if only for them to make up their own minds. If only….

Oh, silly Billy that I am, as it turns out, I have it right here. I just need to work on my patience, I guess. By way of transparency, I did reference this source material in an earlier Ruth-centered blog, but I feel it needs repeating, nonetheless. To start us off, let’s begin with the topics that Ruth felt were the most important to discuss in the later hours of January Sixth- that being everything that wasn’t about what had actually occurred:

Now, do you all see why the word “Karen” is so prevalent in the underpinning of this latest screed? If there ever was a shopping list of all the things that an out of touch, fearful, hateful, middle-aged, one-wang-rider from Silver City required to fulfill her Bigot Bingo card, the one that Seawolf has compiled here, would be the envy of all those who routinely abuse both their granted at birth White privilege, and the limitations of anti-aging cream.

e time of this post’s original inclusion, I wrote the following about it: “Adding further weight to her indifference to other people’s suffering, here’s Ruth’s brain-dead assessment regarding the January 6th insurrection attempt, inflicted upon our democracy by the traitorous caste of MAGAts, to whom, Ruth grants a Capitol Halls pass of sorts, based on what I can only infer, is a relatable form of kinship.”

Continuing forward, I queried: “And who are “they”, that desires this secular cultural upheaval, you may wonder? Why, a rogue’s list of villains, of course. N namely, the Democrats, leftists, Antifa, and naturally, the newest of boogeymen, BLM.”. This BTW, is still a judgment that I proudly stand by, but in reflecting upon it, I realize that I should have gone a tad bit more expansive in my dissection of it, and if I may, I’d like to now correct that unfortunate oversight.

As you can see, all the greatest “I’m not a racist, but… “ classic hits are on full exhibition here, ranging from bogus claims of cities being burned down to the ground, along with the hysteria (and wholly false) claims that BLM was responsible for the random deaths not truly associated in any form with the protest themselves. Granted, she could go and do the research that bolsters my assertions, but why do that when she can go hide her head in the comforting White sands of bigotry?

Isn’t it interesting that Seawolf mentions the “historic” statues that have been removed by either legislative decree or public pressure, but fails to mention who those said statues were of, or what abhorrent former aspect of American history that they represented? Some fought to dissolve America, if not the ideals it stands for, others were individuals who wanted to maintain the status of the forcibly conscripted as property of a replaceable and disposable nature, and these soulless bastards are whom Ruth feels deserves memorial eternal?

You would think that someone who worships the symbolism of the cross, that she’d actually have a serious disagreement with those who would set it aflame, but I’ll assume that’s only on a case-by-case basis. Seawolf goes on to further betray her latent racist roots, with her false claim that, and I quote directly; “murderers and drug addicts and men who held guns to pregnant women’s bellies were being called heroes!”

For the record, and once again, no one has said that. Anywhere. Ever. Save for the screwed-up voices in the puerile pumpkin that masquerades as Ruth’s head. I’d note that to take offense at the suggestion that anybody has, is duplicitous as f**k, coming from a woman who not only posted a meme praising Kyle Rittenhouse, but who wields her book of Bronze-Age fairy-tales against women unknown to her, who dare to demand autonomy over their own bodies.

If pressed, Seawolf would most likely, take great umbrage at being depicted in this manner, but what should the takeaway be, when someone assuredly thinks that the penalty for passing a bogus twenty should be suffering the indignity of being choked to death by those sworn to protect and serve us? Not to mention, while her so-called God embraced lepers, Ruth instead, feels that drug addiction is off the table for charitable forgiveness?

Wow. Just … wow.

This position of gracelessness, is even more galling in its sanctimoniousness, when one considers that its wellspring speed-balls self-invented drama much in the manner of Iggy Pop left unsupervised during his Berlin phase of personal addiction. If that’s the love of Jesus coming through, I can totally comprehend why Satan plans on being out of the office when she eventually arrives at the Gates of Hell, along with the extra protection of hanging up a “closed for business” sign, as well.

However, she still had more to say concerning January Sixth, and as I duly noted previously; “since Ruth can’t articulate this fallacy for herself, here’s her cut and paste declaration instead.” I swear, if other people didn’t tell Seawolf what to think, she’d be the best doorstop ever made. I apologize in advance for what you’re about to read, but keep in mind that the first time I did so, I didn’t have the benefit of being liquored up on rum first, so you may not want to repeat my initial mistake:

Someday, and possibly sooner than man any that I may posit, they’re going to find this nattering nut-bar, walking down the street, naked as the day she was born, holding only a hand-made sign declaring that the Rapture is nigh, and the last die will have been rolled on what remained of her sanity, and it came up snake-eyes.

To quote my previous scribing yet again; “Normally, this would be the part where I’d lay down some savage snark as a rejoinder, but given how f**king insane this delusional overview is, by saying that this was somehow a “false flag” operation, despite all the hours of self-recorded and I might happily add, self-incriminating video willingly taken by Trumpeters, a myriad of news agencies, as well as the general citizenry, along with the other evidence uploaded to Twitter and Facebook Live by the same, I’ll just have to let such speak for itself.

 As the scope of its absurdity is far more eloquent than my commentary could ever be, any attempt at doing so on my part, seems almost redundant. Mythical JFC, Ruth, I’ve had the displeasure of meeting some mentally twitted people in my time, but you are truly the closest epitome to the phrase, “f**ked in the head”, that I’ve ever come across.

It’s bad enough that you as an alleged Christian, still support a mango Mussolini who represents not one iota of what you believe, it’s bad enough that you look forward to the fabled Armageddon, but just how f**king stupid must you be that you regard showcasing your willing ignorance as if it were an act of pride?”

Nevertheless, Seawolf is no one-shriek pony, she’s as equally unaware when it comes to the current Pandemic as well, asinine aspect I’ve touched upon in my previous writings about her, and one she seems to be still refining as time goes on. Initially against masking protocols alone, she then went on, as we’ve seen, to rage against mandated lockdowns as one might expect, but then added a new twist to her melange of pudding-brained theorems, by posting dipshi**ery such as this:

I am impressed. Close to 800K of her fellow Americans dead, more suffering the long-term aftereffects of the virus itself, some of whom I can comfortably assume, share the same hive mind that Ruth dies, and all this hateful wench can concentrate on, is the need to wrap her already stunning illiteracy of the human soul, within the bigoted borders of a transphobic slur. What a fine example of modern-day Christianity, let me tell you.

And this transgression against the very essence of what God represents, isn’t a 0ne-off of Seawolf’s either- just check out this charming exchange between Ruth and one of her similarly homophobic craven choir:

I can only conjecture that Ruth and her fellow Bible fellating fan-girl, happened to forget the whole of Isaiah 45:7 [KJV] which clearly places the blame for all that is pure as well as the unholy, on the big man himself, and himself alone. To quote; “I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I THE LORD, DO ALL THESE THINGS.”.

A piece of advice, you Bible-thumping morons? Try reading your book first, before attempting to use it as as absolution for being some of the most spiteful and selfishly stupid people on the planet. The hours you save not embarrassing yourself, will be worth their weight in communion wafers alone. So, do the truly Christian thing, and cut Satan some slack. After all, he’s already got his claws full, apologizing for your vindictively malicious asses, to begin with.

Despite pi**ing in the pond of God’s grace, Seawolf is still secure enough in her specious faith, to speculate that despite all the layers of protections, open access to vaccines, and the most basic of common sense available for the taking, if you’ll pardon my unintended pun, the only thing that can save mankind entire, is the long-overdue intervention of her imaginary sky-daddy, and she’s more than happy to clue us all in on it:  

Damn, does this crazy-ass Caucasian know how to rebuke, or what? Certainly, with a heavenly hailstorm like this, directed against this Hell-sent scourge, it doesn’t stand a chance, and you can take that to the proverbial bank. So, how did this overly naïve approach of asking a mythical and petty sociopath for help work out? Well, if logic is to be followed, the deity Seawolf is beseeching for vanquishment, is also singularly responsible for allowing the virus to ravage the world relatively unchecked, and for quite some time, are they not?

hindsight, it went just as well as one might expect, when established science, is purposefully swapped with magical thinking:

All of my standard black humor aside, this is just terrible. Not only because this physical cost of this virus and its potential for long-term complications is so high, but what’s truly maddening is knowing that if Seawolf and her ilk had undertaken even the merest of effort to follow common sense protocol, the odds of she and her immediate loved ones not contracting COVID in the first place, were most definitely in their favor.

But isn’t it interesting, to see how fast she disingenuously begs for help, in relation to a cherished intimate getting sick, after almost two years of whining non-stop about the mandated precautions that were specifically set in place, so that the general populace at large, would hopefully never have to find themselves facing this terrifying situation?

Never mind that though, for God obviously wanted her to learn a lesson, or maybe he was too busy at the time manifesting via one of her Walmart receipts, (true story) and just didn’t have the free time to listen to her pointless prayers.

Either/or. Take your pick Case in point:

Once again, a hypocritical request by Seawolf to “Please keep my family in prayer”, which, when accurately translated into non-conservative English, reads directly as; “Even though I’ve resisted every effort to help protect yours.” To this appeal, I offer this sentiment from within the frosty chambers of my little blackened heart, and it is that which everyone in her life, needed to say quite some time ago:

Now, please don’t interpret this cartoon causticness of mine as an inference that I wish any form of fatalistic tragedy to befall Seawolf’s family, but that being said, I also can’t think of a more apt act of Karma to afflict her, either. It is quite literally, perfectly tailored for the bed she publicly made, and now, thanks to the anticipated implosion of her own petulant petard, I can honestly say that I have zero sympathy to offer, whereas she and her discomfort are concerned.

After all, there’s still the unanswered elephant-sized question in the room, that being: exactly how many innocent people could she and her collective brood of intellectually-devoid inbreds have possibly infected. As they were walking around carefree and maskless? I for one, can only hope that if a cluster of cases are ever contact traced back to her, the survivors of such, litigate the actual love of God back into her.

Sadly however, it seems that God, for whatever reason, was taking his sweet-ass time responding to Ruth’s prayers, and therefore, she instead sought spiritual support from her fellow Christers in Arms inner circle, many of whom I’m happy to say, rose up to the challenges that God had deliberately placed in her path, if Isaiah 45:7is to be remembered. Good for them, and I seriously mean that.

Sure, they won’t wear masks, practice social distancing, or get vaccinated to help keep others outside their only-one-book club safe, but hey… gotta pick your battles, and all that.  So, in review; Ruth begs God to protect her and her family from COVID, does nothing of note to assist God in his efforts, gets COVID, regardless, and then, asks the entity who allowed said virus to ravage her and her clan, for his divine intervention to vanquish the disease he let flourish… did I get that right?

Knowing this set of contradictions to be true, I’d openly declkar5e that Ruth isn’t promoting her onion-skinned Faith, so much as she’s displaying a rather advanced case of Stockholm Syndrome, instead.

As I said earlier, I, in no way, shape, or form, wish any sort of malevolence upon Seawolf and her family, despite all of that which she has delivered upon my community, but I would ask that if anyone on her family is mercifully free of the wackadoo gene that drives the insincere hamster that powers her brain, the best thing that they can do for her come her birthday, is arrange for a one-on-one session with a psychologist. Or a pharmacist. Or a voodoo priest.

Hell, maybe all three might be put into play, because at this point, I honestly don’t=t know which one would be far more crucial in suspending her alleged mental decline. Regardless, I’m 100% certain that in some fashion, all will play a necessary role in the limiting of her socially posted outbursts of sheer lunacy that as of yet, remain unfettered, unhinged, and untenable to maintaining a rational discussion with her, irrespective of whatever topic it may center on.

The meaning of the word “rational” BTW, is defined by Merriam-Webster as;( 1) Based on facts or reason and not on emotions or feelings a rational decision/choice. Or, (2) Having the ability to reason or think about things clearly. As Seawolf’s own postings and public theatrics have so clearly demonstrated many times over, she has no aptitude for the first definitive, and expecting competency in regards to the second, is an unrealistic expectation, at best.

While I don’t consider myself to be cynically jaded in relation to how deep some people’s mental rabbit holes are, I’m also not too optimistic when it’s asked of me if these same persons can ever be brought back from the edge of the abyss, either. In a nutshell, some can. Some can’t. And those that can’t, should be helped along to their eventual unhappy ending, by being shoved head-first into the gaping maw of the endless void, as we all congratulate ourselves by making Humanity’s gene pool, a tad bit smarter.

See, here’s the thing- most of us, after going through a traumatic experience, generally walk away with a somewhat altered perspective, depending on the extent and eventual consequences of what was inflicted upon us. As you’ve just read, no less than six people, not including Seawolf herself, were affected (allegedly) by COVID, and the reasonable expectancy would be that after surviving such, she would walk away far wiser and possibly somewhat introspective about her experience, overall.

Instead, what happened was this:And when it came to the act of not learning a crucial lesson at all, this arrogant bitch knocked it clean out of the proverbial park, as if she were Reggie Jackson in the 1978 World Series. If I had to use a rather vulgar secondary analogy, I’d surmise that the moral takeaway that scars normal people for life, tends to pass through Ruth’s sou as if it were corn going through a two-year old’s digestive system, looking as pristine as the day it was swallowed.

I can’t possibly begin to tell you specifically what the specific terminology for Seawolf’s particular problem in relation to accepting new information is, but I am fairly certain that it is hard to pronounce. I will say this about Ruth though, whenever I need to bolster an opinion that I’ve formed on my gut instinct alone, she’s always been gracious enough to provide the evidentiary material that nails it to the ground:

OK, I’m confused. Her entire family was literally stroking the bunny slippers of Death, just a few days before this was posted, allegedly sick with COB+VID, but now they’re not, because of… “God”? Yeah, that’s not how illness, viruses, and Realty work, my cannoneer of Christian cray-cray. You either had it, or you didn’t. You were either deathly ill, or you weren’t.

And you most certainly don’t pendulum swing from what you described, to being the pink as it were, within a few days either, especially where COVID is concerned, and that’s regardless of whatever variant you may have suffered. If I were to dissect your supposed turn of sickness, I’d start with this question: Is your doctor an actual doctor, or are they a doctor in the same way that Dr. Pepper is?

Because honestly, that’s the only way that this slice of secular crazy-cake would make any sense. You didn’t get sick (if that actually happened to begin with) because we live in a “fallen world”, you and your family became ill due to your insistence on remaining an absolute f**king moron, who believes that an imaginary cloud-man watches over you, despite reams of proof that shows not only that he doesn’t, it additionally validates that he never existed in the first place.

And I would point out yet again, that if he were truly shielding you from the scourge of COVID, it really wouldn’t be that much of a stretch for him to protect you from whatever bug you purportedly did have. I guess you can file that particular oversight under that convenient “strange ways” clause of his, and therefore, never have to reflect upon it ever again. Nevertheless, I do know this though- if my so-called father put me through all of this for no defensible reason, I sure as Hell, wouldn’t be wasting my breath thanking him for doing so.

Since I earlier called attention to the possibility of you and your family freely disseminating whatever affliction you may or may not have had among the local populace, I will endeavor to not beat a dead horse with a stick here, but I will question the lack of both logic and Christian values, concerning your as equally selfish hubby going back to work within a time period in which, he could still have been somewhat contagious, COVID afflicted, or not.

JFC, no wonder you so loyally follow a *pastor who acquired his ‘Theology Doctorate’ online, rants about the “End of Days”, unashamedly hawks a “Spiritual Warfare Bible”, and who, I kid you not, claims that the commonsense separation of Church and Stare as created by the Founding Fathers of America is, and I quote; “Satanic”, he had to see you coming a mile away, and literally thought; “There’s the person who’s not only gonna pay for my kid’s college tuition, but the printing bills for my line of self-published snake-oil, as well.”  *[Artbitch Archive: October 2021: Ruth-less Sheeple. (The Divine Profit-see)]

The knowledge that this modern-day false “profit” [spelling intentional] is allowed to spread his venom unchecked under the guise of religious freedom, is in equality, both nauseating and troubling, given the fact that this wackadoo is one of those who feeds Seawolf’s increasingly bizarre manifestations of mental weakness, which of course, naturally leads to her issuing declarations such as this:

Out of respect for the sanity of both myself, if not my readers, I’ll try to keep this section brief, as even I do have a limit for how much delusional demagoguery that I can swallow in one sitting. Seawolf, on the other hoof however, is quite fortunate in this department, as being already so full of herself, she literally has no appetite for rationality any longer.

Nevertheless, she does feel compelled to regurgitate publicly whatever her Pastor and the voices in her head managed to force-fed her, and when it comes to the art of asinine anorexia, this woman performs on a level that would make Karen Carpenter green with envy. Although as my means of apologizing to the sadly deceased and exceedingly talented Carpenter, I will happily postulate that she’s actually the only Karen that any of us should pay full attention to.

However, I’ do have a harpy to de-beak, and a Ranch dressing and bacon-bits sandwich awaiting me in my kitchen, so to wrap up this latest assemblage of what one day, will be the cornerstone of the decision to assign Ruth a live-in guardian of sorts, who, let’s face it- will definitely earn whatever form of money, that they’re hopefully being paid in at that time. And I will solemnly attest on my hopefully soon to be dead Mother’s grave, that when I’m done with this last (for now) exsanguination, you and I will take an overdue break.

Okay, okay… I pinky promise, alright? Geez. Who do you think I am, a modern-day Christian? Or even worse, a member of Ruth’s church? Man… you really know how to cut a guy to the quick. But I get it, I honestly do. Reading Seawolf’s rants, opinions, and pixilated ignorance, is enough to drive even a Mormon to bathtub rot-gut, and these people are usually all about the Root Beer alone.

So, without further ado, let’s get Snarky with it. Ironically, Seawolf’s semi-manifesto opens up with a statement that I agree with 100%- “The church should not be involved in politics!!”  Religion, albeit organized or not, has no place in this country’s political, educational, medical, or legislative systems, and if it wants a seat at the table as if it were an ordinary citizen, then it can do what we all have to do, whether we like it or not: PAY TAXES AND BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR ITS ACTIONS AND WORDS.

Otherwise, much like Ruth, it can go f**k itself to sleep, as we certify that it keeps its talons out of the People’s business, as well as our lives. I do wonder however, what Seawolf would say if the community at large was open to the suggestion that we instill tenets of any other faith that isn’t her own, such as Islam into the political mix. I’m sure that she’d be totally cool with it, right? Because after all, she’s so well-known for her even-handed tolerance of opposing ideas.

Speaking to the rest of this woe-is-me diatribe, I’ll call attention to the consistency that once again, Seawolf is seemingly unable to glean that if everyone around her keeps saying the same negative things about the opinions she screeches, maybe, just maybe, and hear me out regarding this please, perhaps the entrenched root of the issue, is indeed, our self-declared professional victim.  

And Ruth? When your own sister told you to your face, that you were in a cult, and the only thing you could publicly utter as a retort, was that you “rebuked” her, we all knew at that precise moment, who the sanctimonious snowflake spanner in the works of Reality truly was. While your laundry list of grievances on some levels do strike as valid, your delusional assertion that we currently have a “fraudulent president” sitting in the White House, is still one of my favorite intrigues that you openly promote.

For the life of me, I can’t imagine why your public presentations of paranoid conspiracy theories, debunked faux-science, unhinged rants showcasing your toxic zealotry, slanderous accusations, and continued slavish adoration to a lecherous Gilded Calf over your supposed Savior, would cause others to label you as a cultist- but I guess that at the End of Days you’ve been praying for, this mystery of the ages will finally explain itself.

Or, more likely, you’ll finally start getting those Thorazine shots that I strongly suspect you’ve required for quite some time now, thereby allowing the community in general, to sleep better at night, knowing that you’re being forcibly medicated. We can only hope. One thing I did find odd though, as I found myself rereading this persecution resume, is that for someone who so reportedly claims that she doesn’t care what people say about her, she spends an awful lot of time ruminating over it. Just saying.

As I wrap up this screed, based on the earlier pinky promise that I undertook, I’ll end it with this final observation; while Ruth may “know” what God has placed in her heart, and as to what the Holy Spirit has shown her, we, as both the unfortunate observers and collateral damage of her mental machinations, are the ones who comprehend best what she represents, and it isn’t God’s allegorical Grace, Love, Wisdom, Compassion, or Charity. At the worst, she’s the embodiment of his sociopathic pettiness.

And at best, she’s the personification of his worst mistake. 

So, until next time, then. And when we come back, I’ll be sharing recollections of some of Ruth’s most fervent anti-fans, delve into how she defines the phrase: “supporting the local business community”, an as usual, doing it with the milk f human kindness approach that I’ve become ever so respected for. 

“If you’re horrible to me, I’m going to write a song about it, and you won’t like it. That’s how I operate”’ -Taylor Swift