I pray that one day you will be cured, my brother and you shall see the light.
I remember
felicemastronzo as he used to be: a man with limitless love for redheads.
I talked to him and we discussed our interests on this thread. I was happy then. At peace.
I remember too the day the Jill stans came.
That day marked by cries of NTR and torrents of retardation where terrified women and children huddled in darkened corners.
I led many to safety, but many more paid the ultimate price.
That day my beloved brother became what he is now.
The Jill stans practiced their twisted opinions that corrupted the thread and nearly destroyed us all.
Even after the Stans' reckless posts tore the thread apart, my brother was unable to find himself again.
I remember the armies of Jill followers that swept down upon us like a plague.
During these dark times, they made this thread their home.
Then came
Kellermann.....
The one they call The Savior, the enemy of our enemy.
We helped him fight back and clean the thread of the vile filth.
We fought with renewed strength, and together we reclaimed our sacred ground
.
I think part of me knew even then, that my brother had only traded his love for another.
I prefer to remember
felicemastronzo as he used to be; not the abomination he has become.
My soul bears the burden of my misjudgment, but I have been patient; I have been waiting.
And when the time is right, my brother will love... redheads again.....