Child, lemme’ tell you somethin’, covert Christian narcissism is the secret sauce of the Amish, and honey, it’s more toxic than any other brand of manipulation you’ve ever seen. These jokers have mastered the game of control, hiding behind those bonnets and beards like some holy cloak, and for some reason, this secular group of pedo-monsters has decided that the world is their bitch and must take heed. Seems a little oxymoronic for a high-strung group of self-proclaimed secular Christians expecting the people in the world they claim to want no part of yet expect the people of that world to bend over backwards to appease their lifestyle. Most people, including myself might say, “Ya know, that’s not workin’ for us, so Fuck You Very Much, and keep your ass on the rez. Oh, you don’t have a rez, therefore, how about y’all muffin lunchers stop actin’ like you’re some holier than thou friends of the almighty who deserve special treatment while you kick back in your lightless houses and sweep the abominable deeds under the plank wood while the tears of the victims create a tsunami.

The Amish cult parade around harpin’ on the same ol’ shit like a broken Victrola. “We are humble, we want privacy during this sad time of another child found dead of a “farming accident,” we take care of our own and NOBODY else, we want to drive 2 MPH but expect all Y’all to slow down so we can pretend to be livin’ the dream of the 1700’s, oh, we didn’t know we couldn’t put a turkey up our dress and attempt to steal it from Walmart.” and, the list goes on….

Christian Covert Narcissism within the Amish is a devil in angel’s clothing, or maybe just a polyester starter kit for generational dysfunction.

Now don’t get me wrong, I ain’t here to knock anyone’s faith. But faith without accountability is just theater, and baby, the Amish have perfected that performance like it’s a banjo on the Deliverance soundtrack.

See, this ain’t your average Sunday school crowd. We’re talkin’ about a group where humility is weaponized, control is dressed up as tradition, and narcissism lurks behind every single pair of those generic, dark glasses. The Amish wrote the blueprint without electricity for covert Christian narcissism. They’ll say, “It’s not our place to judge,” right before they judge you six ways to Sunday and won’t blink an eye to their hypocrisy, because they’re used to it.

The Amish are secular, but only when it suits em’. They have one foot in the world and the other asshole deep in hypocrisy. Movin’ into rural towns, buy up land, and beg the “English” for help while talkin’ shit about them behind their backs. Imagine someone movin’ in next door like they stepped out of a time machine they purchased on WISH, askin’ you to install a phone in your name so they can use it to call and gossip. How do the Amish justify havin’ phones? I mean, you’re in the 1700’s so we all know that Jakob Amman didn’t have a celly’ or a telly’. If he wasn’t murdered by a couple of his own cult leaders, (allegedly), would he approve of this hypocrisy? They say phones are sinful, until they want you to sign for one and put it in your name, and suddenly it’s “okay.” All I know is, not nary one of em’ betta’ roll up and ask me to hook em’ up with a phone, cause’ I’m gonna’ slam that door faster than I would for a Jehovah’s witness, and don’t act like you ain’t done the same thing! Why is that it’s okay to talk shit about the Jehovah’s, but not the Amish? It’s free for all where I’m comin’ from.

Their bumper sticker advertises humble, independent, relying on nothin’ but God and themselves, clip-cloppin’ and drop-droppin’ all that horse shit all over the roads. However, even though they’re “Straight Outta’ 1700,” they somehow justify the rides they take in cars, each and every day. Have you ever seen an Amish dude hauling two tons of metal for a roof? No, you haven’t. They have drivers, trucks, trailers, and transportation for everything but Sunday strolls and the illusion that they are really down for the bullshit they attempt to make us believe.

They’ll show up at anyone’s house they damn well feel like it with their hands out, expecting favor, never considering the reciprocation of a favor in the future. If it doesn’t behoove them, they generally don’t do it. Have you ever seen the Amish contributing to the community? Have you seen them hosting benefits for the less fortunate in these areas they bombard and attempt to take over, unless it’s an Amish person. They aren’t housing the homeless or buying groceries for a hungry single mama or daddy with famished lil’ kinna’. Nah, they’re too busy runnin’ illegal businesses with no business license, no permits, or in Joe Lengacher’s case, permission from the health inspector, to sell old meats and cheese among other things to the community with dirty hands and not a care in the world that it’s illegally operated. They don’t care that the freezer, ran by a generator has frosted over the doors, some of which don’t close, further spreading the microorganisms and bacteria from the hand-torn and repackaged bacon bits and other rotten meat, expired canned goods, and stale cereal. Who can pay the recommended taxes when you aren’t equipped with the proper liense to run a business. I don’t know about other places, but around here, the health inspectors make empty promises about the enforcement they plan to do, and instead ignore the situation and business that’s been operating illegally for years, and decides to just let them keep putting the community at risk from Salmonella and everything else which can most certainly hurt everyone, but is definitely an issue for those with compromised immune systems.

At one particular discount grocery in our area, they have an outhouse parked next to the creek where they’ve graciously allowed the ass remnants of patrons and themselves to muddle the eco system and creek water of our local waterway.

“Well… it’s the Amish.” That is the typical response of everyone who have interactions with those in this cult. Same with the animal abuse. People know and see the abuse, even when you see them whippin’ horses on hot blacktop with busted hooves while they sit smugly in their buggies confident that the police ain’t gonna’ fuck with em’. So, fuck it, let’s keep on lookin’ the other way while turds float idly by us in the creek, animals give out, and the Amish spread their bacterial microorganisms to the vulnerable and kill em’ cemetery dead. They ain’t just breakin’ the laws, they are moldin’ reality.

Covert Christian narcissists operate on entitlement wrapped in martyrdom. they want total autonomy but no accountability. It’s “You can’t judge us, it’s our religion.” Like, put it on the side of your fuckin’ buggy already! Nobody cares! Meanwhile, they lie under oath, hide sex offenders, overwork their kids, and under educate them into barely literate workhorses.

If anyone else did what the Amish do daily, CPS would kick the door in, and the feds would be all over ’em like flies on a pie. But the Amish? they get the green light to gaslight. They are the original emotional tax evaders, dodging spiritual and legal consequences while pretending to be God’s chosen recyclers.

It’s the same old story, they take and take, give back nothin’ but judgement and overpriced butter. They move like ghosts through a world they claim to reject but use like an open bar, and they do it with zero gratitude, heads high, eyes lowered, hands always open for favor and free stuff.

Today, I cast the following spell….

“By root and rock, by stream and sky, no lie shall pass, no truth shall die.
By wheel and hoof, by word and deed, those who leech shall feel the need.
No more cloak, no more mask, let justice rise and light unmask.”

Many people are beginning to open our eyes to what this and other ‘religious cults’ are about and why they’re livin’ that way. This is about callin’ out the culty while they pretend to be a community, but when someone like me speaks out against the institution, then somehow, we are the problem. I guess I wouldn’t be so invested if it weren’t for the Amish in this community and one certain Amish woman in Keytesville, Missouri who decided that lying on me was a good idea. I hope Lovina knows, I’m not resting until everybody knows who she is, what she’s done and what this cult is about. Good job peaches!

Remember this, if heaven is real, even according to the bible, not everybody is going (especially since God loves to condemn people to the very home of his enemy, Satan). Sounds like an odd choice to me, but whatev’s. Anyway, no matter what the bishop forgives in his delusional warped sense of magical powers, he ain’t the decision maker for people’s souls. Just because the Bish’ decided that 4-weeks in the ban is suffice it enough for the crime of rape, it’s still a crime and whether or not he goes to heaven is none of my business, but JAIL is where he should be when the rapture picks his ass up. These sons of bitches are draggin’ their sins behind their tired horse like the tired mindset in their melon heads.

We need to be more concerned about this cult of lies cloaked in bonnet strings. I’ve had ample time, heard all the stories, and seen how the court system and law enforcement bend over and take it up the ass for this culture who wouldn’t piss on them if their guts were on fire. They are merely a means to an end when the Amish are finished with whatever scheme for that moment, then they’ll go back to being they are conscientious objectors, unwilling to fight for the very country that affords them the freedom to break the law and be a nuisance the majority of the time.

The poison is in plain sight. The dark glasses hiding the evil in their eyes. The lies and evil hidden behind the funk and junk of that outfit, or costume, like it’s bad Halloween and per usual, they are trickin’, not treatin’. e trickle up in their throat in fear of lingering warrants. In court, his ex-had a bald-headed attorney who was on my nuts hard. Why, I don’t know. I never testified, had no dog in this fight, but they were browbeating him about not checking my background before I was around the kids, and from how she’s turned them into rude feral kids with bad hygiene.

How many background checks do the Amish run against ANYONE? Do they run backgrounds on drivers they know are on the registry? Do they care about background checks when their spouse is the abuser? No, they don’t. I wonder if his ex- got a background check on Phineas Schrock the animal rapist before she left the kids with him and their creepy aunt and uncle while she took a craycrayvacay at the Mennonite nuthouse. How many background checks on drivers do they conduct? Hell, how many drivers have proper insurance.

But here’s the gospel truth: The Amish ain’t saints. They are not peaceful little pioneers who left the world behind to live simply. No, many are skilled manipulators hidin’ behind their co-called humility while they overwork their children, traffic them into silence, and shun the truth which most are not familiar with that concept anyway.

You know what they call accountability in their world? A get-together where someone confesses to murder or rape or bestiality in someone’s living room, they call a “church,” the abuser gets “shunned”, translation: they sit alone at lunch for a week or so and then they’ll be welcomed back into the fold like a lost sheep, but the victim? The child? They get a side of shame with every ratchet cross-eye lookin’ down at them, blaming them for enticing the abuser. The victim is continuously abused in different ways, mental, physical, emotional, and oftentimes, sexual, again & again.

The forgiveness con the Amish speak about is not real. They use that for news articles and front man runnin’ charities for them, but behind closed doors, there is none of that.

Nah, the bishop is in control of the trajectory and forgiveness is “expected.’ A small, brutalized, shell-shocked victim of an atrocious assault is forced to forgive the man or boy who committed this crime and then forced to face him walkin’ freely about in the community searching for another opportunity to accost her again, or her sister, or friend or his own child, because they cannot and will not be rehabilitated. The only rehabilitation for a child molester is the gallows. The guillotine. Castration, but death row, away from kids and ‘opportunities,’ especially in these religious cults where “opportunities” are basically green lights in this culture. Can you imagine being raped, then forced to forgive and if you dare have a rational and justified thought of reporting the criminal and getting justice, then the crime not befalls you and not only will you be the victim, but you’ll be also forced to seek forgiveness for your own attack.

The Amish love to prance ‘round like God’s favorite children, plain clothes, plain speech, and whole lotta plain ol’ manipulation. But don’t let that starched bonnet and stoic face fool ya, behind them barn doors is a whole institution of control, guilt, and gaslit obedience so thick you’d think they bottled it straight from Hell and slapped a scripture on the label. It’s called, you’re going to Hell, but we ain’t.

From the moment an Amish child’s born, they’re not nurtured, they’re conditioned. Conditioned to believe that their worth is tied to obedience, silence, and back-breaking labor. Ain’t no lullabies or “I’m proud of yous,” just “do as you’re told, or you’ll go to hell.” Hell’s the boogeyman, used more often than a broom in an Amish house. If they rape their sister? Two weeks of shunning. If they leave the Amish? Jail time, eternal damnation, and lies spread until you feel like hanging yourself. Priorities? Twisted.

And don’t get me started on the girls. Groomed to clean, cook, birth, and obey. No voice, no vote, no damn choice. Just baby after baby till their uterus taps out. Because in that dusty Ordnung of theirs, value is in what you produce, not who you are. Break your back for approval. Break your soul for acceptance. They call it sacrifice. I call it abuse wrapped in a hymn.

And let’s talk Amish Aid. That “insurance” they use to skip real insurance when snaggin’ loans from the English banks. It ain’t insurance, it’s a glorified beg-a-thon. If the bishop likes you, you might get help. If not? Good luck. So, how’s that self-sufficiency workin’ when they lean on our systems and dodge the rules everyone else gotta follow?

What you’re lookin’ at ain’t godliness, it’s covert Christian narcissism, sugar. A full-on performance where the bishop plays God, the men act like kings, and the women and children are stagehands stuck behind the curtain, doin’ all the work, gettin’ none of the glory.

Jesus didn’t ride a buggy so y’all could justify abuse.

So here’s your spoonful of Latin with a dash of truth:
Fiat justitia ruat caelum “Let justice be done though the heavens fall.”

And baby, if the heavens gotta fall on this cult to set those kids free,
then hand me a match. Let it burn.

They come across as sweet, easygoing, and nice, but under that false discernment is nothin’ but a bunch of self-loathing, contradictory, ego maniacs wishin’ for you to fail, or eager to swoop in and take everything you have and tellin’ you that God doesn’t want you to have that much. You don’t deserve it. You’re supposed to share and if you don’t want to, we’ll just take it from you. Religious narcissism are the worst, and those within’ these “secret societies” hiding behind the shield of the Lord are the haughtiest relishing in this false sense of superiority. They are better, they are going to heaven while everyone else is going to hell, and they’re livin’ their truth so they have the authority to tell anyone and everyone that they will spend eternity in hell. They have the only one, true God, and how they live and what they say is the end all be all.

Oh honey, let me lay it down for you real quick, if you leave the Amish cult, you didn’t just walk away from a religion… you just got excommunicated from your own children. You’re no longer mama or daddy in their eyes. Why? ‘Cause you dared to think different, to believe different. And that ain’t allowed in their rulebook.

Now, try to hold an abuser accountable? You’ll be labeled the problem. You’ll be called wicked, rebellious, even dangerous. They’ll snatch your sanity card, throw you in an Amish-run “mental facility,” and sedate your ass until you repent, or forget who you were altogether.

Want proof? Check out Sarah McClure’s documentary Keep Quiet and Forgive, because that’s their holy mantra when it comes to abuse: silence it, bury it, and shame the survivor. But sugar, truth don’t stay buried. And we’re done bein’ quiet. We are over the gaslighting process from a self-proclaimed “religious” group. We DO NOT have to tolerate anything that doesn’t sit right with our Gods and our spirit. I’m sick of the ignorant mindset of those who say that that is “Just How They Are,” or “That’s how they live.” Whatever the case may be, but let’s talk about difference in tolerating something and embracing something. The difference between tolerating and embracing is like the difference between holding your nose and smiling with open arms, and truthfully, I’m not here for either.

Embracing means you welcome it, support it, maybe even celebrate it. You bring it in close, call it good, and give it room to grow.

Tolerating means you’re puttin’ up with somethin’ you don’t agree with. It’s passive, polite resistance. You don’t like it, but you ain’t starting a fight.

Now ask yourself this: how can a group that shuns, silences, and shields abusers expect the world to embrace them, when what they do barely deserves toleration? Nope. Just because a group of poorly dressed mob gang slaps a religious tag on their brand doesn’t make them righteous. Evil in a bonnet is still fucking evil. Real faith doesn’t hide predators or punish the wounded.

This community offers nothing more than a false sense of protection, securely fastened by nothing but judgement, demands, and chaos, while the entire counties they bombard tiptoe around their “religious freedoms” as if they’re the only ones with a god.

We are forced to look the other way as they build unchecked businesses, underpay or never pay the children who ultimately finance their lifestyle and hide behind religion to escape law and consequence. Amish children aren’t well-behaved from good home-training. That is just one consequence they are quite familiar with if they dare to speak up against their abuser and what’s happening behind those blue curtains.

They stand in fear, not solidarity. Their soul has left their body and stand there with Stockholm Syndrome in the presence of their abuser, fearful of saying something or anything that doesn’t align with what they’re allowed to say. Unaware of the fundamental rights they have as human beings, and fundamental rights for children that they’re not aware that they have. Hell, the parents aren’t aware because the simple truth is, children are property.

These ghost-eyed boys and girls are terrified of what has happened and even more petrified as the punishment they’d receive for speaking about it. They aren’t being good little stewards for God. They just don’t realize the power they have. They’ve been denied education. They are not safe, and they are damn sure ain’t free. They are modern day indentured servants.

Remember Keytesville, Missouri, the home of the absconded Amish ex, where five kids are growin’ up without their daddy, not because he walked out, but because he walked away from a cult. A cult that twists fear into loyalty and loyalty into lifelong abuse.

Their mama? She didn’t get left she got exposed. Programmed by the Amish and powered by hate, she weaponized family court like a woman scorned with a vengeance manual. She found her stage in front of Judge Tschannen, spewing lies that outweighed truth like lead to feathers. Why? Because her ex-husband dared to leave the cult and her.

And in true cult fashion, she admitted in deposition, “If he’d just listened to the Amish, he’d be better off.” Translation: If he’d obeyed and played the part of a submissive, silent husband, she wouldn’t have to spend so much time keepin’ her lies straight.

Instead, he spent thousands defending himself against false accusations, some so vile, they involved using their youngest child as a pawn in a sick game of parental sabotage. She chose deception over deliverance, and witch-hunts over healing. All while the courts not only looked the other way, but aided in her criminal abuse, because when the Amish are involved, accountability gets baptized and buried.

You can’t co-parent with a narcissist who thinks like a six-year-old and you can’t raise healthy kids in a culture that treats trauma like tradition.

She could’ve left. In 2018, he offered her a way out, but she declined. Because freedom demands effort, and cult life comes with paid bills, pity, and low expectations. She chose control over growth, hate over help, and martyrdom over motherhood.

The kids? They’re stuck, fed lies (and pork out of a bathtub), stripped of love, and trained to fight for a culture that would sell their souls to keep secrets safe.

But karma doesn’t knock, it kicks the damn door in. The same evil she unleashed will boomerang. And when it hits, may those kids finally see truth, break free, and never look back.

Because they do deserve happiness.
She just deserves a padded room and a one-way ticket to mental detox.

One day, those kids are gonna know. They’ll know their daddy never stopped fightin’, through sleepless nights, ten-hour drives to Missouri where their mama ran off without a word, and tens of thousands spent on court-appointed nonsense she should’ve been handling, not him, since it was all based on her lies.

They’ll know he showed up, even when the system treated him like the criminal just for leavin’ the Amish, while she got a pass after lettin’ their daughters be abused. They’ll see how she schemed with his own kin to steal the business he built, how she played helpless while expectin’ the whole world to carry her slack.

The truth’ll rise, how he kept hustlin’, sacrificin’, prayin’, and protectin’ while she weaponized the children and let the Amish puppeteers twist their minds. But time has a way of revealin’ what’s been buried.

And when it does? They’ll see she wasn’t a victim. She was the villain in her own sad story.

The Gods weren’t with her. They were watchin’, waitin’ for her to trip over the lies she swore by and the truth dont’ stay quiet forever.
God sees her and values and keepin’ score with the good and bad that she’s done, but from what I’ve seen and heard, he seems like a pretty vicious God, so….. I wonder what she’ll say regarding the things she’s done and said in a desperate ploy to get a man to come back who no longer wished to be anywhere near her or the cult. How she’s abused her own kids to get back at someone who left. A man who was and is a terrific father, but only when he was Amish according to her, the judge, and according to the false prophecies and certifiable lunatics who were guiding her. I hope she has answers for her part in the Phineas Schrock conspiracy and how, as a member of the community, did nothing for any of the kids who were accosted by this monster, including her own. The reception area in heaven will be ladened with toxic Amish, who thought their places were secure, but have found themselves with a one-way ticket to HELL, because God did the calculations and the way they pretended to live and the way they actually lived weren’t mathin’ and Satan purchased most of the Amish on a group rate. They’ll soon learn that if you don’t stand for something, then you will be easily led and agreeable to things that aren’t worth supporting. They learn as they burn in hell that they wasted centuries in a group of people who have used the Lord’s name and book about him as a means to run a mob, or at the very least, a trafficking ring, and from what I’ve heard about God, he’s a vengeful somebody. Triangulation is common in these types of circles as a common technique to create division. I hope her situation is a constant reminder that she was given more opportunities than she deserved and at the end of the day, her hatred for me would essentially give me everything I never knew I wanted and from what we heard, she lives with kids who have no respect for her, do not listen to her and resent her for forcing them to hate their father. God don’t like ugly from what I heard. I hope it was all worth it. It doesn’t always pay to be sneaky, and although she thought she won, she truly lost everything, and she signed off on it. It’s haunting to have that moment of reflection when we realize that at times, WE are our own worst enemy and our decisions made in haste can create very dire consequences that’ll affect us forever.

I hope when she’s layin’ in that quiet, cold, rented house, paid for in pity pennies and $5 donations from folks she duped, she has a moment of real reflection. I hope the silence wraps around her like the lies she spun, and she finally reckons with the fact that she played herself.

She orchestrated a whole circus of confusion, draggin’ in worn-out men with swollen bellies and 4th-grade educations, all tryin’ to play puppeteer to a man who had already walked away, not just from her, but from the whole toxic cult they were livin’ for.

She used those kids like bargaining chips in a poker game she was never gonna’ win. And for what? Some twisted idea of control? Retaliation? Baby, when you gotta manipulate children to hurt someone, you ain’t a mother, you’re a cautionary tale, and she damn sure wasn’t gonna’ win against me. I am highly competitive, especially against those that I loathe. I guess she coulda’ called Linda for help, Oh wait, she did, and that didn’t work out for her either. #fuckyoulinda

She could’ve healed. She could’ve grown. She could’ve chosen truth. She chose spite. She chose schemin’. She chose spiritual gangsters in plain dresses who sit in judgment but ain’t never read the red letters with real eyes or a real heart.

And one day? She’ll stand before the very God she pretended to serve, and what’s she gonna say? “I let my own kids be pawns in a power trip because I couldn’t handle being left”? That she watched her own flesh and blood suffer and did nothin‘, not for them, not for the other victims, not even for her own soul?

What’s she gonna say about Phineas Schrock? About lettin’ a predator walk while she joined in the smear campaign against the only man who actually showed up for those kids. Their father was and is the better parent, person, and all-around human and she had no value. It’s brutal honesty, but she preferred to what she was told to be instead of honoring any vows, because the Amish woman and the Amish way is to honor the bishop. Periodt!

He was a good father before, and he’s a damn fine one now. Her biggest mistake? Believin’ he had to stay Amish to be worthy. And worse, lettin’ other fools fill her head with doctrine dressed as truth.

The cruel irony? Her hatred for me, and him, is the very thing that set us free. Her scheming handed me everything I never even knew I needed. God’s funny like that. He don’t bless mess, but He sure knows how to turn it into favor, or fire.

Now? She lives with the ghosts of her own decisions. Kids who don’t respect her, don’t trust her, and know in their hearts she stole somethin’ sacred from them: their right to love their father without guilt.

And honey, let me tell you, God don’t like ugly, and He don’t miss. All those Amish who thought they had heaven on lock? They’re gonna be real surprised when they find themselves toastin’ in hell on a group discount.

Because math is math, and when the lives they claimed to live don’t add up to the lives they actually lived? The gates stay shut. No exceptions. No extensions.

So, I hope she thinks real hard every night before sleep swallows her whole. About what she gave up. About what she allowed. About how the devil didn’t need to drag her, she volunteered.

At the end of the day, God’s justice don’t need a jury. And when karma shows up, baby… it comes dressed like consequences.

So was it worth it?

America’s willingness and irresponsibility of allowing this cult to “police itself,” we have essentially handed the keys of justice to the abusers. Every time we say, “They’re just different, that’s just their culture.” We are tellin’ the victims ” You don’t matter.”

At the end of the day, this culture is built on lies, deception, false propaganda, manipulation, and the derelict manners of predators who have lived for centuries with an egregious sense of entitlement and lack of accountability, while using the bible and religion as their personal get out of jail free card.

So, to the covert Christian narcissists hidin’ behind scripture, to the ones usin’ God’s name as a smoke screen for your predatory ways, we see you. Your mask is slippin’. Scripture doesn’t save you when you’ve used it to manipulate, to control, and to silence. You ain’t holy, you’re just slick with your lies and Sunday smiles.

To the neighbors who stayed silent, you showed your true colors. Your fence might look white, but your soul is beige at best. If your comfort means more than justice, you are part of the rot. You can’t claim innocence while sippin’ tea with monsters.

The days of protecting predators are over. The days of tiptoeing around truth to keep the peace? Done. We’re flipping the tables like Jesus did in that temple.

Because silence is not holy. Truth is.

So here’s my final say:

“Fiat justitia ruat caelum.”
Let justice be done though the heavens fall.

Until then, buckle up, buttercup. The witch is watchin’…..