Child Groomer, Sexual Predator
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My father very rarely got angry with me.
One of the few times I remember him, was whenever the government commodities van came to town, he’d pull the car over and tell me he could never be buried deep enough in Plum Grove he’d not come back and whip me almost to death, if I ever made fun of people less fortunate than to inherit a nice farm like he did, and I was going to someday if he could keep it.
Once he made me go look at all the canned goods inside the commodities van, just so I’d never forget, when Mama cooked us a meal from the best food from Overshiner’s.
I owe my parents a debt I can never repay.
I’m not Trumpy.