# 0543 Don Vito

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.

But a Woman of Deception thinks otherwise.

A Woman of Deception shelters her eyes from truth and her lips move on behalf of the devil, her words are toxic, spiritual poison to who’s spirit she fears the most.

Satin himself takes the form of a Woman of Deception, have you not read?

Be aware of imposters posing as the Oldest 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.

If you where not born a Family Child, then clearly you are not a Family Child. If you where not sired or born in the Family you are not the head of the Family.

Your roots are not the seed of The Family but a relative of the devil, you lie, you omit, you bear false witness, you covet your neighbors goods, you attacked my only beloved child for your own gain.

You refer to my wife as “that bitch”.

You choose out of your own selfish means not to have a family, so many poor and hungry children, but not a crumb from under your table.

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?

As one who has earnestly made a mark in this world and who has already found a place in the world yet to come, doesn’t take advise from the bankrupt and corrupt.

So what is to be done is to be done on earth.

You and your insignificant other have no business consulting and advising against any of the Family Brothers or their Children, or against another Family and his Children for any reason at any time. Did the Woman of Deception place a crown of authority on your head?

Did she put words in your mouth for mana?

Not acceptable, ever, no matter what the Deceptive Women has told you. And now time becomes immortal, you can’t undo the past and you will be exposed for what you are. '

“Tu sei il parassita”.

I despise you and look forward to walking all over your grave in my boots, spurs and black hat just like on Boot Hill.

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 .

It takes a community of many sheep to prop up your image like a golden calf.

I do not apologize for facts.

You, played the key role in dividing the Family and Family Children against each other. Pandering for coin for your own personal gain of access to what is clearly not “yours”. May your souls perish is the eternal flames of hell with your little Prissy Pen Pals. (plural)

Are y’all having a reunion?

The Deceptive Woman has been revealed to the world, you are her consigliere, the straw that stirs the drink, the cry baby, the rat, the benefactor of alienating the three brothers. Playing the other two like a fiddle, feeding jealousy and hate to them and the children’s children like scorpions for breakfast.

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 in a time of crisis, we asked for prayer and confidentiality. Instead we received a bag of snakes and serpents, goulash billboarding and gaslighting the world that my only beloved child is a junkie, a whore, a piece of shit street walker.

You took my Family’s 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 Coward 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.

SPOILER ALERT: Enablers, proteges and the complicit will also face the grapes of wrath.

Many have heard your words and witnessed detestable deeds; they are self evident, even to a simpleton. The World has spoken, surly as the rain falls, as the wind blows the truth appears to me as beautiful, as the falling leaves in the chill of November frost.

The ebb and flow all leads to you.

Your Casino is bankrupt, do you skim from the top?

Do you draw house chips and play with house money?

The issue is not with the silent, for their lips where removed by Barbarians who held them captive with a single dangling carrot on a string quelling any resistance with Fools Gold.

You have not only separated the Three Family Children for your own benefit, but you have forever divided a family that you don’t belong to.

Actions have consequences.

I am now fully dressed in armor, my staff keeps me upright and my shield protects me from all evil; you are powerless to dodge, dink and duck.

I have mastered the waters of life and discernment is now my sword.

I await word, the action will be swift and decisive.

You will regret your moves as the hour approaches, but you won’t be alone.

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.

You parakeet the words of the Deceptive Woman, but once on your lips they are your words not hers alone.

You own them, but yet you're not accountable?

Hummmmmmmm?

So who gave you a hall pass?

So, if you're not accountable who is?

The Wolf Pack of Benefactors?

Thirty Silver Coins for you Judas.

But you are a necessity on the way to the cross, now the journey is almost over, you crucified my Family, for nickels and dimes.

That is your game.

So who ordered the hit, a consensus of dumb asses or the leader of syndication.

I heard you and prissy are all in.

Have you have been rewarded for your thoughts, words and actions against my Family and the Family as a whole? Have you no family of your own, no children, no skin the game, going fishing Alfredo?

Surly you where making your bones with cheer leaders 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?

Hope you had fun spreading the vile and slanderous words to the hungry wolves, their appetite will never be satisfied, what you feed them is unclean, surly they will become sick and die.

You are disgusting.

Do you even wash your hands before you eat.

What goes in your mouth is a gift from on high, what comes out of your mouth is vile and repugnant.

You, have, a big, mouth and time is becoming scarce, the sands pass through the hour glass like star fish on the beach.

You decided it was a good idea to slap around more than one of the Family, banking on my position that I will turn the other cheek from the insults, lies and deplorable actions.

My lack of response only infuriated you more, delivering the truth to my door step, the attempts on my life became only more egregious and dastardly, mistakes where made, by you and your associates.

But they where not mistakes, they where calculated for you to benefit from the results.

I have dispatched my messenger; you know not what hour or day, you know not the year, but know this that my kindness will not be his calling card.

No mending this fence, it will be done.

On earth.

With the Warmest of Regards;

Don Vito, now retired in Cave Creek, counting the days until eternity without you and your minions.