Chapter Blood and Anguish By Melissa Ann Hardin

Chapter Blood and Anguish by Melissa Ann Hardin

There’s a new war starting in America. One decided on foreign shores with foreign climes. The sadness of genocide that is spreading globally, played out in a game of blood and anguish. You might have seen commercials on television that show cute cows playing gaslight tricks on their neighbors, but the corruption is much deeper, more overwhelming, and terrorizations usually include a real death. I’m going to talk about what happened to me at the hands of my community. I want to help with an awareness campaign called PACT: Parents against Communism and Trafficking. The gaslighters, like the cute little cows, often help the aggressors against their victims. They set up props. People are told that they are not doing anything wrong by stalking, harassing, menacing, slander, libel, defamation of character, terroristic threatening, and all too often attempted murder. It is all in person but there is a dark technology applied, used as a tool to harm, panic, or destroy in what amounts to the scariest moments of too young lives often taken. Chronological details are often misplaced in my memory. Trauma at looking at dead bodies, trauma at choosing to watch someone die rather than be shot to death (the guilt I deal with on a regular basis, knowing anyone would probably have made the same choice, does not help salve the discomfort.) There are serial killers in this world, truly disgusting and narcissistic creatures. Groups of them even, who work together to destroy all the good in the world. The county I grew up in, in Kentucky is a small charming little place known as Nelson County. Some people call it the unsolved murder capital of the country. Once there were only 20,000 people who lived there in a somewhat peaceful diversity. There is no justice to be found there now by law enforcement, if there ever was. I have 2 people missing, very important people to me, that are missing and the police won’t even attempt a search. I do not have a large community of people to help me search. The woods and creeks near where I was raised are full of death, either natural or unnatural, due to the mafia, the kids leaving babies in church graveyards, “Accidental” drownings or hangings are common. Not just around Wilson Creeks but also further out. I want to make it as clear as possible that these people have families who turn a blind eye to such. They go to church on Sunday, sit their hypocritical asses in those pews and as Ray Steven’s would say “have a true revival” of the spirit. The rest of the week though, they work in groups, at work or outside of work, to ruin other people and their lives. Do you know what it’s like to have priests at your church gossip about you, swear false statements, get you married to strangers you don’t know because of gossip. I know priests and monks in a famous abbey and their catholic workers who play the game. Corruption is deep. They do not know Jesus or his mercy any longer. They have ruined any chance of salvation for their community because they believe in siding with politics. It’s damn nasty, ain’t it. Now what happened to me? I was a good catholic woman with two nearly- raised children. I went to hide from drug dealers who wanted to help murder others in this game called genocide. I was brutally raped by a gang in Bardstown after my then boyfriend gave my car key and me to them for meth. He passed out like me “supposedly” but he fully rejected me for being raped by black men. The whole community came together as a whole to cover it up., from what I gather. Some in my immediate family turned their backs on me and disowned me forever due to the gossip. I know how Rahab feels as a human trafficking victim. I reported and reported and nothing was ever done to help me, only malign me further. So be careful world. It’s a damn dark place these days. Venture there at your own risk. They even get rid of their own there.

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