“Judge not that ye be not judged.”
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME.
You are a SELFISH, FOOLISH, SON-OF-A-BITCH.
Would you try explaining the Aurora Borealis to a blind person?
Deueteronomy Ch 21 The Right of the Firstborn
15 If a man has two wives, and he loves one but not the other, and both bear him sons but the firstborn is the son of the wife he does not love, 16 when he wills his property to his sons, he must not give the rights of the firstborn to the son of the wife he loves in preference to his actual firstborn, the son of the wife he does not love. 17 He must acknowledge the son of his unloved wife as the firstborn by giving him a double share of all he has. That son is the first sign of his father's strength. The right of the firstborn belongs to him.
I have no pain from not being in your will. I calculated that by the time you die as per estimation , anything you gave me would be of no financial worth to my level of success. Perhaps I could have transferred it to my offspring in some form or other. Regardless, your inability to accept me as a human being in your blood line had no effect on my state of being. But to give a laptop you were to gift me as a Christmas present to the grandfather of your two sons, is unacceptable.
And believe me, I am more disciplined than either you or Sarada.
I pray that God kills your two bastard children from that bitch of a wife of yours before you die.
You made it clear I wasn’t your son when you refused to apply for a visa to the U.S. for me the day after I was deported. For six years, you haven’t even tried to help me out of this prison of exile. You further made it clear I wasn’t your son when during a mental breakdown you allowed your cheapness to have me kicked out into the streets of the third world. And you decided to clench the deal of me not being your son when you decided to remove from your will.
Considering I’m not even treated as your son, you shouldn’t be surprised that I won’t even take the time to consider your advice.
During the past three years, I didn’t get your emails. I will not be checking this email to even see if you responded. I discovered you took me out of your will from Sarada. I had your email, but wanted nothing from your false-pride as stated before three years ago.
If the only way you and your bitch of a wife can get off is by coming here to try to belittle me and judge me than you need to stay away from me. I am not here to bring some sick sexual pleasure to your pathetic marriage.
I went through Hell and back and then some. So much to the point that the Underworld became my holy domain. When I have sacrificed so much and suffered so little compared to Jesus Christ why should I settle for getting a job working for someone else.
How dare you expect your son to settle for being someone’s bitch.
MY TIME IS ONE OF MY MOST VALUABLE COMMODITIES.
Luke 10
11"Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? 12Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? 13If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!"
You are the person whose son asked for a fish and gave a snake, you are the person whose son asked for an egg and gave a scorpion. What's worse is that you actually offered an egg and a fish without being asked.
I truly have THE WORST FATHER in a bastard like you.
I did not go through Hell and back to be "normal" like you. The human race will not remember you. If you are lucky, you might be remembered as a footnote of being my biological father.
I have invested too many years to turn back now. I am taking the opportunity offered me regardless of whether or not it is legal.
Perhaps you are the kind of a person who would only have sex with his wife on Sundays if the government passed a law that people could only have sex once a week on Sundays. You would actually let someone else dictate the use of your own penis.
The only time you can be right is when you agree that I am right.
When a person dies, a Catholic priest may hold "last rites".
I spoke the story of Jesus Christ. You may have missed a few chapters when you went to the bathroom, but the audio vibrations would have traveled there anyway. Besides, God is witness to all, so my prayer is accepted.
Some people tell stories of regret as to the last things they said to their family members before they died. I am more than content and satisfied knowing that the last thing I said to you was THE HOLY STORY OF JESUS CHRIST.
You should have been grateful I even shared a meal with you.
In all my time on the streets, I knew your email.
You called me in Amalapuram this time.
I was nice enough to agree to meet you.
You should have been begging me to take that Dell laptop.
Even if my intention were to rape nuns, little girls, prostitutes, etc and kill priests, cops, pimps, etc that is still my life to live and YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME.
You could have paid my rent all those years ago.
I got stuck in a mental hospital while I was on the streets.
You could have accepted a mental disorder on my part, and payed the twenty-five to fifty dollars a week to care for my shelter and nourishment while I was undergoing a mental breakdown.
Only after all this time, do I realize that I AM THE SANEST PERSON ALIVE IN THE HUMAN RACE.
YOU ARE A LIAR
1) You called and said quote, "I'll support you." I would have money for finishing my bachelor's degree in Bangalore or Mangalore for at least a year.
2) For five seconds you gifted me a laptop, only to take it away.
And you were trying to replace it with pants. My wardrobe consists primarily of clothes I got as a beggar from people not even related to me. How dare you think I should settle for the same from my biological father.
Luke 15:11-32 (King James Version)
11And he said, A certain man had two sons:
12And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living.
13And not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living.
14And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want.
15And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine.
16And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him.
17And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger!
18I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee,
19And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants.
20And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.
21And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son.
22But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet:
23And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry:
24For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry.
I was honestly in a repentant mood before coming to meet you. Not for being a criminal, but for being an undisciplined man. Only after your audacity to believe you have the right to judge my intentions and goals in life and my methods to achieving success do I realize YOU OWE ME THE APOLOGY.
My main regret is not breaking your face with my fists.
I pray to Jesus Christ that he kill those two bastard sons from that bitch of a wife of yours. Not because I want your measly inheritance, you can give that to charity; but because you still haven’t learned after three years of silence that YOU DO NOT JUDGE ME.
You know the conditions,
1) a dell laptop superior to the one you cheated me of
2) a new high end Apple Macintosh laptop
3) $10,000 USD in cash
4) proof of your applying for a visa to the U.S. for me as your son
5) dinner with your sons, their mother, and this man who will always be superior to you in holiness.
You have this tradition of touching elders feet. I would suggest you get used to the idea of touching mine in the same way. Until then, get out of my life until you LEARN TRUE HUMILITY.
If I had to choose between your collective morals, ethics, values or being a holy rapist-murderer, I choose the latter with a smile on my face.
LEARN TO BEG CHRIST.
DON’T EVER TALK BACK TO ME.
WE DO NOT NEGOTIATE.
WE DO NOT COMPROMISE.
I AM A MILITARY BUSINESS DICTATORSHIP.
A soldier goes into battle knowing he risks death. But we do it anyway, because it is our choice. Because we believe in something worth living for.
Listen carefully, and know that I mean this with the deepest conviction: if I knew without a doubt that I would get away with it, I WOULD KILL YOU.
You can go to your grave knowing I HATE YOU.
Yours truly,
Pluto Lazarus Hades
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