Voltaic Junkyard--roadkill hypocrite

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--roadkill hypocrite"
   
   Sheila was kinda pissed that some charlatan wearing the white collar was actually married to a twelve year old boy in the Caribbean, not having the prestigious privilege to have the words Jesus Christ or Virgin Mary in his adder's mouth; thus, she ventured beyond the border of the beautiful junkyard, found the rancorous rat; next, punched him in the Pineal portion and stepped on his body like Our Lady of Victory always does to the pugnacious pretenders.  Some Churches get economic kickbacks if they import asymmetrical slime.  On the flip side, there is always a Warrior Pope, Heaven-Sent on cleaning holy house; plus, doesn't mind a lady in a short dress, for there is nothing wrong with the appreciation of beauty, unless you're a sleaze and want to try and wreck it.
   Sheila was vindicated by the use of her furious fists, as every lady has the right to punch a bully in their face; moreover, even a little boy, stalked, has the right to punch a predator in the face, or get his Jewish mother to do it, and SHE already has.
   Sheila loved America, the freedom of fisticuffs, better than the men who use guns cause they got no spirit; however, we all need warriors, and every man has a right to carry a piece of steel.  You never know when the One, True God will call you to kick some phony's wicked ass.