SNAP SHOT
Don Vito a Great Horned Owl has sold his tomato & olive oil company interests back in New York and has moved all the family assets out west.
This single move guaranteed the Family’s safety, well being and future successes with greater abundance in new endeavors.
My father is now dead.
All Family Matters where resolved back in 2012 and I am now the sitting head of the Family.
Satin himself takes the form of a Woman of Deception, have you not read?
Be aware of imposters posing as the Son.
They walk in darkness, posing as something they are not, their words, actions and messages conveyed consciously and subconsciously wash ashore of the eternal sea as dead fish.
The stench of dead fish fills the air with their breath, every step they take until they are in the grave.
Your eyes burn with jealousy and ooze venom about another man success, calling it luck.
Is your casino loosing money or you're just unlucky?
So what is to be done is to be done on earth.
“Tu sei il parassita”.
I despise you and look forward to walking all over your grave in my boots, spurs and black Stetson riding hat .
Perhaps I will have my afternoon tea and enjoy the cawing of The Ravens on the hill, but only I will walk away.
My you have no rest, may your water be bitter, and you bread be hard .
I do not apologize for facts.
What is your son’s name?
Thought you could fool a Corleone’?
Ringing the bell to salivating dogs who await the return of a Family Brother, only to ridicule and mock him as Scab, a Union Buster, as Unwanted Trash as Persona Non-grata, not my cup of tea teaching the impressionable Family Children to hate and revile one of the Family.
Did you celebrate the burned little baby boy, not even two years of age burned over half his little body, wrapped in bandage and gauze?
Where you the fat stupid looking kid smiling in the camera for the Polaroid when they photographed the burned baby boy wrapped in bandage and gauze?
For old time sake?
From both the lips of my father and yours.
I know who you are.
But of course the little children adore you, for not only can they not smell the rat, but also they can’t see the rat either in the outfit of a Super Hero.
You wear the mask and I have ripped it off your face.
Will you have an open casket with the tail hanging out?
You deliberately spread false witness against a Child of the Family.
You took my only beloved child, yes, tied her to a whipping post, but that was not enough. You gathered together your minions, placed firewood around her feet and burned her as witch, behind my back no less.
Gutless Cowards you are.
Did you think you where going to outsmart a Corleone’?
You sealed your own fate.
Here are your airline tickets to paradise, the car is waiting outside.
Get out of my sight.
You defamed the wrong boots.
You slandered the wrong Black Hat.
You mocked the faith of the wrong Brother & his Family.
You use vulgarities and insults to describe the women of the family, our eyes are not wide shut. Yes, that is women as in more than one.
Surly you where making your bones with cheerleaders in high school while I was studying at Sunday School.
You mocked the Lord Himself; referring to a Family Son as a Mormon Moron, Amish Asshole and Religious Fraud, mocking meal time prayers and rumoring mental illness?
Remember?
Is it as funny now as it was then?
Behind my back.
With the Warmest of Regards;
Don Vito, now retired in Cave Creek, counting the days until eternity without you and your minions.