Some folks think just ‘cause they’ve polished up real nice on the outside, with their Sunday-best pressed, their Bibles toted like purses, and their mouths scrubbed clean of a cuss word, that they’re somehow floatin’ closer to Heaven than the rest of us. They’ll pass you by with that holier-than-thou nose so high in the air, I’m surprised they don’t drown when it rains. This includes the Amish who think pressin’ somethin’ is akin to vanity, and still look down on people.

But here’s what I know deep in my grits-fed, gospel-hearin’, heart-feelin’ soul: God don’t care much about appearances. He’s not impressed by how many services you attend or how neat your record looks to the neighbors. See, while some are busy countin’ the sins of others, they forget He’s countin’ the love in your heart.

Now, let’s talk about that so-called “lost soul”, the drunkard, the gambler, the one whose life is tangled up like kudzu on a fencepost. That person might’ve cried more honest tears, prayed more desperate prayers, and shown more raw compassion than a pew full of people singin’ hymns with hate in their hearts. And let’s not forget, Jesus didn’t sit with the polished. He walked with the broken. He broke bread with the outcasts. He loved loud and without conditions, and he tipped those tables over in righteous anger, because he saw no reasoning for church. As a matter of fact, church has become a cesspool of greed and although I’d hate to come right out and call it a waste of money, it’s just givin’ money to pay for a preacher, a building and a light bill when that money could be better served somewhere else, no tot mention, you can pray any damn where you want, so it don’t have to be on a pew at one of the umpteenth churches that every town is riddled with, no matter how damn poor they are. Such as our town, which is considered a “food scarcity” town, but I never see any churches doling out meals. Now, don’t come for me, because they do give out food every once in a while, at least somebody does, but maybe if all the churches got together and said, hey, who are you prayin’ to, cause’ it sounds like who we’re prayin’ to and we should all just get together and have ONE building, save on bills and then we’d pool our money to make a real difference.

However, churches ain’t gonna’ do that. Shit, Amish don’t even do that, because the bishops like clout too much and Sunday is really when the Amish front and drive those horse and buggies up and down the roads, pretending (on Church Sunday), that they’re really the Christians’ they want all of us to believe they are, and trust me, you will never see the Amish out feedin’ the hungry and homeless. They’re too busy squeezin’ as much money as they can outta’ somebody, or fuckin’ somebody over entirely. Facts, and I ain’t got time to lie this mornin’ about it, cause this shit is about to get real.

So, darlin’, don’t let anybody measure your worth with a ruler they carved from shame, guilt, or spiritual arrogance. Holiness ain’t in how pretty your prayers sound, what you wear, or what church you attend. Holiness is in the depth of your heart, in your compassion, in your ability to show up for the hurtin, and sometimes, yes ma’am, even in how you love the person whose life looks like a downright mess. I’d take the honest drunk with a soft soul over a stiff-necked saint any day.

“Let’s Get Real: The Beards Don’t Cover the Crime”

Today we’re gettin’ honest. Not sugarcoated. Not censored. And certainly not silenced. We’re talkin’ bishops, the Amish, and every self-righteous soul wearin’ wool coats while sweepin’ sins under the handmade rug. I’m tired, tired of these so-called “men of God” struttin’ around with their chests puffed up, pointin’ fingers at folks who left (nine if you’re Joe Lengacher), while their own backyards are muddied with secrets, shame, and sin they’ve baptized in silence.

Joe Lengacher and men like him? They’re not just a problem. They’re a damn epidemic. And we, the ones who’ve seen behind the curtain, we’re not just speakin’ out. We’re fightin’ for balance. For justice. For the victims too scared to whisper, let alone scream. Because let’s be real: while half the world’s eyes are glued to the Diddy case, fascinated by celebrity scandal, those same sins, power, abuse, control- are bein’ committed in barns, buggies, and bedrooms across the so-called “peaceful” plains of Amish country. The only difference is the wardrobe, and maybe less drugs, but not always. Hell, sometimes there’s battery acid, meatloaf full of Xanax, rat poison in the Christmas cookies, and the list goes on. It’s not just the bishops doin’ the crimes, but they are the ones that are actively participating in covering them up, and the sad part of our world today is, we’ve heard about human trafficking, and sex crimes so much and so often, we’ve become desensitized to them. That is not only scary, but mind-boggling. Why do we have so much sexual abuse in this world?

How much worse is it to be an innocent child, maybe someone’s daughter, someone’s niece, someone’s sister, and you wake up with hands on you that should’ve been prayin’, not preyin’? And when you speak up? You’re not protected. You’re punished. You’re told to hush it up. They’ll forgive the abuser but exile the truth-teller. The Amish have a nice little system for the abusers. They get forgiven, and the victim gets to eat a nice big piece of ‘Shut the Hell Up’. It’s all pedophiles dream vacation, to be Amish. That ain’t justice. That ain’t holiness. That’s a cult built on costumes, control, and conditional forgiveness. We are lettin’ these monsters’ clop around on our roads, leavin’ trails of horseshit and condone it for the sake of the Lord (As everyone would like to think), when the simple truth is, they don’t give a fuck about anybody but themselves. You may have noticed that when they have an auction and beg for donations. They love to take a regular person’s money and goods, but it’s only going to benefit them, and nobody else. They’re not helpin’ communities, they are suckin’ the life out of them, and we’re all supposed to bend over and let them act however they want, because God forbid you get jazzy with an Amish person, that’s like cussin’ the Pope. Well, I don’t give a damn about an Amish or the Pope, so fuck that. I know what both are about, and it’s not pretty.

And don’t let their humble appearances fool you. Some of the darkest evil I’ve ever seen didn’t wear horns; it wore suspenders and quoted scripture. I believe there is a bishop near Sugar Grove, Pa named Bennie Yoder who stands tall in his community actin’ as the spokesperson for his flock, even though he’s a serial rapist who has accosted as many young girls as possible and possibly boys that he could get his dusty Dutch hands on. His daughters, granddaughters, and others, then threw a fit when they wouldn’t make him bishop again after the banning. He’s not been reported, except by me, but what does law enforcement do when it’s an Amish person? NOTHING. I know that his son and some of the victims live here near Bath County. I wonder if law enforcement could look into that, and save some children, regardless of what they’re wearin’. I know the Commonwealth is quick to try a case based on false allegations, maybe they’ll try a case based on facts every once in a while.

These bishops will shun you for leaving but break bread with monsters who molested their own. They’ll damn you to hell for puttin’ on jeans, but welcome back a predator after a few tears and a handshake with the bishop, or if he is the bishop. That’s not faith, that’s fraud. Let’s get it straight.

Emmie didn’t leave, he was pushed. Shoved out so his ex-wife, his father, and the whole schemin’, connivin’ posse could pull off the slickest Amish-style heist of the century. E & E Metal, his blood, sweat, and years of grind, gone. Just like that. Stolen. Hijacked. Amish-wrapped fraud with a scripture bow. Y’all wanna’ cry shunned, but, at the end of day, shunned from what? Shunned from a bunch of greasy, no count thieves who wanna’ seem pious and upstanding, while they take what they want and demand you act the way they tell you? Nah, fam, take your shunnin’ nine-pointin’ finger havin’ ass, and shove it up your dirty, no shower-takin’ asshole, like y’all try and put everybody elses’. Nobody gives a damn about shunning.

Even Mr. Miller from the discount grocery had the nerve to say, “Yeah, what they did to Emmie was wrong.” Oh really? That stop you from parking one of his stolen trailers on your property, Mr. Miller? Didn’t think so. I guess that 20-foot gooseneck wasn’t somethin’ you minded too much once you decided not to pray about it. That’s Amish mentality though. Say some dumb shit while stealin’ from you all at the same time. Emmie’s brother Levi lives in his house now since the Miller’s bounced from the community. They acted like it was because of an illness, but truth be told, everybody hates Sam Miller, the bishop. I wonder what all he took from Emmie’s business, while he was refusin’ to give receipts for money. That’s probably why his granddaughter and others have left the culture, Adios Sam. Maybe you can have more enlightening talks with one of your drivers, Yvonne, about how two little girls and probably others, were molested by Emmie’s brother Atlee, and you DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! However, the bishops ain’t ready for that conversation. As for Levi, I hear he’s a preacher now who prays for death before church Sunday, so he won’t have to preach. It’s not a called position, it’s a name grab out of a book, just like with bishops. Eenie Meenie Miney Mo, let’s see who’s the next Amish hoe.

Maybe, since the bishop Joe wanted to ban us from his store, he might check on Levi. I remember Levi taking the book around and collecting the money for the jobs that he’d done and metal he’d sold, and Levi graciously kept that money for himself, since they’d pushed Emmie out and he was no longer one of them, because once somebody doesn’t have those clothes on any longer, then the clan can treat you however they want. So, maybe ol’ Joe could have a talk with him and get AMISH AID to get Emmie’s money back, since they love beggin’ the masses to give them money and donations. The Amish are a bunch of entitled, self-centered pricks who have been bullying and takin’ people’s shit for so long, it’s part of their nature.

I would think Levi would have enough to tend to with his wife’s issues, and the trauma she endured growin’ up that has been “Swept under the rug” and this has caused her to be mentally incapacitated. What is the statute of limitations on incestuous rape? Just askin’ for a friend? What does it say about a woman who does her own bloodletting and has a brother who clopped clopped a horse (with his penis) and has a father who thinks he’s better than someone, while his son’s and him and the cult, are a whole fuckin’ hot mess. But I guess the bishop ain’t ready for that conversation. So, while Levi and them can travel their happy, Christian asses to Keytesville, Missouri so they could tell him “You’ll never get your kids.” Well, Levi, thanks to Ada’s help, “You’ll never get his property.” Because we know that’s what you wanted, and besides Ada, you can thank me for that as well. You’re welcome punk. It must be nice to sit up and act like a holier than thou preacher, who can’t hardly pay his own bills and when UK put a lien on your property, Amish Aid was more than happy to bail you out. However, when Emmie’s child almost died when Vivian Barnes, Ervin’s wife Anna & Elizabeth Miller, who all claimed to be midwives almost caused both Emmie’s ex, Lovina and her child, Christian, almost died, they were dropped off in Maysville, where the doctors and staff don’t ask as many questions. I wonder if the Commonwealth would have anything to say about that. What is the charge for impersonating a midwife and almost killing someone? Just askin’ for a friend???

Maybe the bishop didn’t get around to dealin’ with that. Oh, Anna was the bishop’s wife, and let’s talk about her and Ervin for a minute. We bought a stove from them, and they invited us in, so on a personal level, they’re fine, and it’s odd that we can purchase a $4000 stove from this bishop, but we can’t buy outdated cheese from Joe Lengacher? Odd. Anyway, while they were fine about the stove, and that $4000 of course, there are a lot of children and mothers who are losin’ their lives in this culture, because they wanna’ play obstetrician. They wanna’ come in and sprinkle a few herbs on them and pretend they know everything about childbirth just because they’ve had fifteen of them. Every birth is different. So, while Emmie was beggin’ them to let him take her to University of Kentucky, they kept tellin’ him that they don’t have a connection with UK, so are the doctors at Meadowview involved and know these women aren’t certified and licensed? Just askin’, because I’ve been to that hospital and I’ve seen some sketchy things. Hell, Lovina would have been just as good to Atlee Wengerd to deliver her baby. Oh, who is he? He’s the Amish dentist, who has a dentist chair, where he’ll give you some Novocain, and he’ll pull your teeth. No harm, no foul? Maybe the laws are different in Conewango Valley, Ny or Sugar Grove, depending on where he’s operating these days.

Does an Amish man go to dental school? No, they don’t. They wake up one day and decide that they can pull teeth, and the Amish decide to let them. Shit sounds made-up, I know, but this is how they roll. I, by no means, like Lovina, and she knows why, but to think of her suffering, bleeding, passing out while attempting to bring precious Chris into the world, and these idiots are just lookin’ at her and pretending to be licensed and educated, infuriates me. Especially when Joe Lengacher wants to scream shun, and he can’t take his money. How many children and mothers have died because of these circumstances and no matter how many kids you’ve had, each birth is different, but they’ll trust a quack with a good story and pay them to torture you, not to mention, Emmie, in this culture, needed “permission” to take his suffering wife to the hospital of his choice, and they said NO. However, when that $25,000 bill arrived, and for the first time, asked for help from the same Amish Aid that he’d paid thousands to, the answer was a resounding, NO. He was a good earner, he’ll be alright. However, his brother Levi, who has one of those pesky ‘genetic mutations’ which causes your child to be born ‘not right’ married someone with the same mutation, and they had a child who was missin’ part of its spinal cord. Tragic, but also goes back to lack of education and unnecessary infliction of pain. If you know that you have this mutation, why risk continuing to have children that might survive and might not. Oh, because the Amish culture expects you to breed, no questions asked. It’s also odd that they allowed them to go to UK, and while the “licensed doctors and staff’ worked tirelessly to help them, they refused to pay, and UK was forced to put a lien on their property and Amish Aid graciously swooped in to pay that note, but they wouldn’t help Emmie. Just as Emmie was gracious to employ his brothers, while they couldn’t wait to stab him in the back and sexually abuse his children.

Maybe Joe should get with Sam, so they can work on some festering sins that have been bubbling in their community for a long while. Or, hell, in his own backyard, because the Lengacher’s are well known for heisting and fuckin’ people over in their own right. My own daughter, who was workin’ her first job at Little Caesars, sold this tall, lanky Lengacher woman a stack of pizzas, and once she got them, just so happened to leave her wallet at home. What did she tell my kid? Oh, I’ll come in Friday and pay you, as if that was supposed to be okay and she walked out. Now, my daughter was on the hook for that, and when she told me, I said, Hell to the nah! I’m going to her house today to put a foot in her lanky ass, but my kid begged me to let her do it, and that was probably best, cause Chris Lengacher’s wife would have gotten’ dealt with. But that’s how they do, just because they’re Amish, you’re supposed to bend over and take their abuse. She got her money and seemed nervous about her husband findin’ out she’s pissed somebody off, or that somebody would have the audacity to come lookin’ for them. Surprise heifer! #pizzapizza

Maybe Joe can get with his people’s Marvin Lengacher, who fucked Emmie’s papaw over years ago and never paid him for a horse, and the same man who attempted to fuck Emmie over when he had the metal shop. So, you see, they love to point that waggin’ nub to shame someone for not doin’ what THEY think somebody should be doin’, but they NEVER want to look in their own backyard.

I wonder how long they’ll have Emmie’s brother Eli in the shun phase, since he returned to live Amish? I think they keep you in a real chokehold for a while when you return, so they can humiliate you, shame you, break you, and get you good and controlled again. I guess he was shunned when he left years ago, for gettin’ a settlement thanks to Ray Bogucki. Attorneys don’t give a damn if you’re Amish and don’t sue, because ethics don’t apply in that case. After Eli got his money, which I’m not sayin’ wasn’t deserving, since somebody hit him while he was on a horse and took off, he was still eager to leave and spend his little money, because he’d never really held any and it didn’t take long for him to be broke and hungry. I heard when he went back that his daddy told him(allegedly)that he owed him three years of wages since he left at eighteen, and you know them daddies be collectin’ their paychecks until they’re 21 or married. How foul. Of course, when he was gone, his mom told him he’d be better off dead or in prison if he wasn’t Amish. What a great mom. That’s the same one who didn’t know what molestation meant, and the same woman who couldnt’ get help for her demented kid when he sexually abused her granddaughters. What a great mom. She was so humble and Christian in her parenting, that the only punishment she gave her derelict kid after sexual abuse, was to make him sleep outside? She never told Emmie, because he wasn’t Amish, therefore didn’t deserve to know. As a matter of fact, this same woman actually BLAMED Emmie for the abuse of his daughters. Why? Oh, because he wasn’t Amish and it devastated Atlee, that’s why he’s a pervert predator who isn’t remorseful, but upset that we turned him in and he had to go to court.

Maybe, after shoppin’ at Joe’s store for over a year with no issues, suddenly became an issue when he hired this brother’s wife, or someone related to her. I remember her takin’ our check in March, and she was the one peekin’ behind the door after tellin’ Joe that we were there. I see you boo, lookin’ all scared, but married to a predator with yuck mouth. A young man with rotten teeth and a smoking habit for years that his parents allowed, because they are such great parents who know best and give two shits about the law. I mean, if any of us out here treated our kids the way they do, CPS would be posted at our doorstep, but they can punish their kid by makin’ him sleep outside, and forget to report sexual abuse, and the Commonwealth, namely Kelley Clarke who has a fondness for predators, gives them a pass, like he did many rapists. How did he lose his job again? Wasn’t it sending pictures of his junk to a coworker? (allegedly). I wonder if that hole in the shower is still being used in the Shetler home that was used by the pedo-brother to watch his mom n’ em’ take a shower and handle their business? Did the bishops get involved to handle any of these matters?

Hell, Emmie never saw the bishop once he left, nor did he ever approach him about being shunned, because he’d have to explain for what, and since they had all been to the sale when his business was heisted, I guess it would seem a little untoward to tell a man he’s shunned, when he has a buggy full of his tools.

I guess we could all stop by Mcdonald’s and ask him, since that’s where he usually is, drinkin’ coffee and watchin’ tv.

I hear they were a little upset with Ada, Emmie’s sister, for helping Emmie get what was rightfully his. We weren’t aware that’s what she was doin’, but a couple of years ago, she kept callin’ givin’ fake names and attempting to lure Emmie out so they could get him. It was weird and he thought she was havin’ some sort of mental break. She even had her husband leave a letter Lovina wrote to her, under the mailbox, where Lovina was under the impression that he was comin’ back to her. Um, comin’ back where? He is still in the house he lived in when he was married in the Amish, so he wouldn’t have far to go. They live by delusion. I wonder if Ada asked her girls if they were accosted by Atlee? I have a suspicion that they were, but they were forced to forgive and forget, while the kids got…um…. nothing, which is what all victims get. Absolutely fucking nothing.

I think it’s very gracious of Ada and Albert to host people like Danny Shetler aka Yellahead and his wife, even though they’re no longer livin’ the Amish dream. I mean, Emmie was pushed out, because of a cellphone, while Danny left and admittedly (almost proudly), stated that he had been intimate with his brothers and sisters. I will not say allegedly, because he was sittin’ in my living room when he told us. Oh, he said he stopped doin’ it when he was 18, and that part I do not believe, but we had gone to their church and had them over for supper, and even babysat for them one night and I thought it was odd that his children who were well beyond the pull-up phase, were still peeing the bed at night. This is often a sign of trauma. I guess his father-in-law Neil never told the bishop that we’d done business with him many times with no issues. As a matter of fact, Neil is a decent guy and always pleasant, so I’m sorry that he has an incestuous predator for a son-in-law and a jinglebread daughter, who apparently didn’t know about the brothers, but blamed the relations with her sister-in-laws, on THEM! I mean, I try not to be jealous, or in my feels about certain things, but I’m not about to have a Thanksgiving dinner with family, knowin’ my husband had slept with everybody at the table! Forced or consensual, it’s incest and against the law.

Trust me when I say, as soon as he said that his ass was dog-walked to the front door and told exactly what I thought he was. Mind you, he came over to say that we shouldn’t report Atlee for what he’d done to the girls, and that is when he gave his predatory testimony, and in true Amish fashion, ended the statement on how he hates Catholics and homosexuals. Honey, when I say I flipped the fuck out! Now, I’m ashamed of myself lookin’ back, because I really should have givin’ him a fuckin’ Northside kick in his fuckin’ teeth! But he got the fuck out and has NEVER come back and I told his wife a few things too, especially if she’s sees me in public and so much as looks at me in some type of way, I’ll drag her from one end of Fleming County to the other. Period. I think they’re both predators, and I ain’t here for it. But I do wonder, why do they get a supper invite, but not us? Not that I’m a fan of Amish food, puffy cookies, anything with mashed potatoes dolloped on top, that ain’t my thing, but still. Ain’t they shunned? Why ain’t the bishop showin’ out on them, and why wouldn’t Ada and Albert be shunned for hosting the shunned?

Now, Clara and Paul, they’ve been pretty quiet, but I guess Paul is too busy hiring a Mexican crew (which is a no-no in the Amish, right?) I mean, how is it showin’ the skills of an Amish man, if the Mexican’s are doin’ the work, not to mention, that money should be going to an Amish person. But, like everything else in the world, you can’t find help these days, Amish or not. Hell, Paul has done a job for us, but I wrote the check from my account, so I guess that’s okay. We had to go back and fix his work anyway, and he broke a window that he refused to pay for, but that’s Amish craftmanship at its finest. I wonder if the bishop got mad about that, or the times Emmie took them hunting. They smoked, looked at the phone, and got dropped off somewhere that weren’t spotted, so maybe the bishop never found out. I wonder if Clara ever got any gunja? I know she was fiending for it one day when we were at her house, after having given her some gifts. But that was before we knew about the sexual abuse that she was helping keep a secret. I guess it didn’t bother her too much, since she let him live at her house before he got married.

I don’t think the bishop Sam says too much, since he is the one who ultimately split Emmie and his ex-wife up after forcing her to move out, and into a house on his property. That tends to usually sour a marriage, well, that and sellin’ off a man’s business, forcing him to start over from scratch, but I digress.

I wonder if the bishop said anything about the $1000 a day pill Emmie’s other sister took; thanks to the taxpayers and programs the Amish declare not using. It was leukemia, and it’s great that it saved her, but what is she doin’ with her life after the English people were so gracious to help her? Nothing but adhering to the rules of shunning for those who break Amish law, not Gods. I mean, she’s come to our house and watched television with her little bratty sister Mary, who wasn’t aware that you could tell someone to not touch you, and that NOBODY has the right to touch you without your permission. I guess she is still ridin’ around town in a buggy with her dad while she sits on his lap. Not sure.

They like to speak in hushed voices when they think truth’s too loud, but not today. Because now, we’re speakin’ facts.

So, I’ll just leave this right here for today and give the bishop something to chew on. See, Joe wanted to play preacher when it’s convenient but wouldn’t touch truth with a ten-foot pole when it burns.

Maybe I didn’t tell enough, cause’ trust me, I have a passel of sins they’re hidin’, but choose to spend their time shamin’ everybody else. Tell the truth about where that money goes y’all collect for the “School Auctions.”

Joe? Oh, Joe. The same Joe out here tryin’ to bark and puff last week, talkin’ like he got thunder in his chest. Had a whole lot to say about “shunned people,” but couldn’t even name the man or say why he was shunned. Didn’t wanna speak on the real, like the sexual abuse Emmie’s daughters endured, nah, that’s where his voice got soft. That’s where the fire turned into fog.

How can a man be “shunned” when he was never given a choice?
When you steal his life, slander his name, lie to his kids, and take every tool he used to build his empire? That ain’t shunning, that’s a damn ambush in plain clothes. And truth be told? Who the hell even cares anymore?

The same people waggin’ fingers are the same ones breakin’ commandments behind barns and callin’ it “discipline.” The same folks preachin’ hellfire can’t even face the fire of their own sins.

Let’s be honest: Jesus didn’t believe in your kind of “church.”
He flipped tables, He flipped tables, baby, for less than what y’all do on a Sunday afternoon.
You think He’d cosign on the Amish way? The shunnin’? The silence? The sexual abuse?
He wouldn’t be sittin’ with bishops, He’d be sittin’ with Emmie.

So don’t throw no holy cloak over your hypocrisy and expect it to look righteous.

You ain’t savin’ souls, you’re settin’ traps.
You ain’t preachin’ truth, you’re coverin’ lies.
And you ain’t “men of God”, not when you cast someone to hell with the same mouth that protected the devil in your house.

We ain’t scared.
We ain’t silent.
And we sure as hell ain’t done talkin’.

And y’all know it.