Last night, I noticed “Marlene Tremblay” decided to laugh-react a few more of my Facebook posts. I’ve previously discussed Marlene on this website under, “Proof It’s Her.” [redacted]’s father is/was the seeing a woman of the same name. Probably just a coincidence.

Specifically, this “Marlene” finds humor in my recent posts revealing (the alleged/declared) sexual abuse of minor(s). At minimum, these posts have exposed an individual who feels such a horrid topic is appropriate fodder for a psyop.

In response, I messaged the owner of 909-818-4164 – who, I submit, controls the alias “Marlene Tremblay” on Facebook – chastising them for making light of something so heinous.

If you, anonymous reader, ever want me to recoil in disgust, that’s a surefire way to do it. If someone I love were ever accused of murder, I’d first want to hear all the facts (and compel him/her to repent & beg the Lord’s forgiveness.) I would find it difficult – but perhaps not impossible – to love a murderer. However, I will always find it impossible to love an unrepentant exploiter of children. Similarly, I will always find it impossible to love someone who, without remorse, FALSELY – *KNOWINGLY* – ACCUSES/FRAMES another of engaging in such horrific activities.

This whole crusade for [redacted]’s soul is predicated on the fact that [redacted] knows right from wrong. As far as I can tell, [redacted] is employed by the Department of Justice! I keep holding out hope that G-d will heal [redacted]’s heart, open [redacted]’s eyes, and help [redacted] come into the light. I certainly won’t be joining [redacted] in a harem of darkness.

Of course, “Judgment is mine sayeth the Lord,” so while I’d try not to judge, you can altogether miss me with that radioactive shit. Evil, gross, wicked. “Marlene Tremblay,” you need to repent, and you need to do it now.