Caveat lector

To the individual who stole my darling beloved mother’s purse today as she — disabled senior citizen — bought some food to cheer up her stroke-stricken husband, my darling beloved father — disabled senior citizen — who’s been laid up in multiple hospitals for the past month (both elderly grandparents, American citizens, NYC residents of 40 years, and the most generous souls I know):

I know you won’t read this. But I believe in these words, and the power of putting out this energy.

You utterly lack any discernible comprehension, any remote approximation, any fathomable perception — sincerely, and I mean this truthfully, on everything I have ever loved — comprising the cascade of divine retribution and deserved wrath you have unleashed upon yourself and your loved ones, in this life and the next. For your own pitiful sake, you will regret this action forever, wishing in earnest to undo the insidious incident upon innocence. Earnestly, there exists neither characterization nor description of the sheer torment awaiting you, and the delightful sweetness in the hope, prayer, and wish that salvation shall forever evade you. And to that, I laugh and smile, resting assured knowing with firm conviction the wages of God’s servants for patience during trials are never lost, while wretched wrongdoers ultimately never prosper.

To every charlatan predator scoundrel: fear your Lord. Beware the awesome pain, unrelenting provenance, and terrific punishment emanating from the accepted curse of the oppressed.