“People weren’t talking about him and what a great guy he was. They were talking about how two girls that had showed up? Were laughing, celebrating, because they were victims of his assaults reveling in him being dead. And then for the finale of that mess, a girl showed up at the end with a little boy who looked just like him. Also revealed to be a product of him raping her when she was in college with him. He gave her money for an abortion, but she took it and fled to Italy with their son.”
The list could go on and on.
“By the end of the day? His own mother remembered why she wasn’t grieving or missing the sick, perverted, f*****g monster she felt she had to call a son. She couldn’t deny what he’d done either when she as his mother, had still felt the need to remind her daughter to lo
