Physical Murder vs. Soul Murder

Let’s stop pretendin’ murder only happens when a body drops. Sure, when someone kills a child, it’s headlines, its outrage, it’s horror. But what about when a child’s soul is murdered, when they’re raped, exploited, used as free labor, manipulated, and silenced? That’s murder too. Their body keeps movin’, but their spirit’s gone, snuffed out by the very people meant to protect them.

Here’s the kicker: our courts treat soul murder like it’s no big deal. A slap on the wrist for predators, forgiveness from the pulpit, and victim is left to rot in silence. Yet let Ruth Miller drowns her baby, and possibly her husband, and suddenly, folks are clutchin’ their invisible titties like they just discovered that evil exists. That’s not our teachings the Amish will say, that is mental illness, spiritual delusion. Get the fuck outta’ here with all that.

We’ve sat back and watched generations of Palestinian children be wiped out and U.S. tax dollars bankrolling bombs, while we live our cozy lives. Where’s the outrage? Crickets, except for the few screamin’ into the void, but let a desperate Amish woman showcase her religious breakdown on televised primetime after a manic episode to some degree, and we can’t stop callin’ her crazy. It’s selective outrage, ’cause much like the Amish, America can’t even say our moral compass is broken at this point, ’cause that bitch is just gone.

Ruth says God told her to do it, that she was forced to throw her son into the lake to drown to show her loyalty to “God”. Now she’s “delusional,” “insane.” But hold up, how is that any different from far-right Christian nationalists who claim God told them to seize the Seven Mountains, government, business, media, family, education, religion, entertainment, to prep for Christ’s return? Same “God Told Me Energy” but somehow, one is delusional, and the other ones are martyrs. The only difference? They get book deals, megachurch pulpits, fat fuckin’ tax-free checks, and political clout and people like Ruth get shunned and some SSRIs, not to mention a public defender and whispers from those she counted as friends talkin’ mad shit behind her back.

There weren’t crowds of supporters behind her during her televised court hearing like there normally is for the predator of the week. Nope, Ruth was on her own to be a scapegoat for the abusers who made her the way that she is, and to be honest, I was the first to condemn her. Why? ‘Cause I’m jaded bitches, that’s fuckin’ why! I’ve seen Amish women and men in action, and I know how far they’ll go to lie, cheat, steal, and kill, but I chewed over this situation and gave it much thought. I decided not to judge Ruth Miller on the basis of Lovina, Linda, Esther, Clara, Ada, and the list goes on. It wasn’t fair, and I’m testin’ out my impartiality.

Maybe Ruth’s not insane at all. Maybe she’s the twisted fruit of an environment that feeds delusion as doctrine, marinated in Amish silence and far-right ideology. Maybe Ruth is just a product of her environment.

Edward Gingerich Receipt

You want hypocrisy? Let’s talk Edward Gingerich. In 1993, he butchered his wife Katie so brutally it’s hard to put into words. Beat her, stomped her skull in with his feet that she was unrecognizable, then he put on some hard work boots and kicked her some more. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he removed her organs with a kitchen knife. This happened in Rockdale Township, Pa. In the end, all he received for this vicious crime was a 2 1/2-year sentence of involuntary manslaughter while mentally ill. That mentally ill blanket is convenient when you feel like dog stompin’ your wife, but don’t do anything to yourself, at least in that moment.

Katie was the object of his instability, in a culture who were afraid of him and knew what he was capable of, and these nice, humble, fake Christians allowed this psycho monster to disembowel her on the kitchen floor while she begged her 6-year-old to get help, and while they ran over a mile to their uncle’s house in a heroic attempt to save their mama’s life, she wouldn’t’ be alive by the time they made it back. When Edward’s brother walked into the kitchen to see what was going on, all he witnessed was his madman of a brother covered in Katie’s blood, her organs in plain sight and instead of saving the 3- and 4-year-olds still in the home, he ran, savin’ himself from his own brother.

Let’s compare the crimes. Edward massacred his wife to a bloody pulp, takin’ the time in between bashing her skull in to put on shoes to stomp some more, refusing to stop while he was drenched in her blood. Ruth threw her son in the lake because she claimed that God told her to, and while both are horrible, Edwards was much more violent. However, Edward was afforded representation and the Amish community showed up for him, while Ruth Miller sits with nobody in the stands showin’ her support, leastwise what we’ve been shown, and the Amish have all but denounced her. How do they justify is as a Christian group who take care of their own. It’s the fake piety, the double-standard.

Amish men are forgiven no matter what they do, while Amish women get the pink-slip and shunned, at least for this, and the rest of the women are treated like feeble asylum like patients who aren’t capable of handling money or a library card.

Ruth Miller drowns her son and she’s “crazy,” she’s shunned, she’s condemned. Edward murders his wife like a horror movie extra and he gets coddled not only by the Amish culture, but courts and society alike. This man, who puts Freddie Krueger to shame, received sympathy and money on his books, while Ruth gets a state appointed public defender and a hard way to go. Both crimes are heartbreaking, and both could have been avoided if the culture who have their nose in everybody’s business any other day of the week, refuse to get involved when they feel it’s gonna’ take a little effort on their part, or they are scared, so they avoid the situation and yell at the window, “I’ll pray for you.” Then lock their window to keep the devil out.

Somehow, the Pennsylvania Commonwealth saw the crime photos and thought, yeah, this looks like a 2 1/2 year sentence kind of crime, as long as we attach this mentally ill label on it, when truthfully, this man should have been locked away either in prison or a mental institution for the rest of his days and not allowed around roamin’ people. This man got the same time that someone seekin’ a nursing degree gets, when he kicked his wife to death, then disemboweled her. If he was diagnosed with schizophrenia, then he should have been monitored, especially with small children in the house, but no, that community let it happen.

(To be clear, some reports say he was in prison for four years, but neither one was acceptable for this crime and if they saw fit to charge him at all, then he should have gotten the appropriate sentencing, mental diagnosis be damned).

The Brown Hill Amish community of Rockdale Township, Pa was Eddie’s community and after a slight stay in a mental house after prison, he eventually returned back to the community, but they had control of his kids and while they pretended to support him during court, but they would gain control of his kids and decided that he was a loose cannon after all, what with him mutilating his wife and all. Although, I’m not sure it was more about the danger as it was about them exerting the control and dominance they had, and control gives them a big throbbin’ chubby. Eddie Gingerich was the first Amish man convicted of homicide, and on the other hand of his psychotic episode, there is a sadness of a man who was battling a disease passed to him through genetics where schizophrenia is common, and many times, praying it away is their method of choice, and you can see how that turned out.

“One of Gingerich’s most painful experiences was his alienation from the Amish community after his crime.” this was a quote by Schroeck, his attorney, whom Eddie lived with the last six-months of his life. Two decades after he murdered his wife, Eddie took his life by hanging in his attorney’s barn with a “Forgive me, please” written in dirt on a bucket.

What an odd thing for an attorney to say, considering his client disemboweled his wife, but his most painful experience was his alienation from his Amish community after his crime. Um, okay. His lawyer was even quoted sayin’ what a good person Ed was, which is frightening.! Yeah, he may have been better regulated with medications by then, but no less dangerous and one pill missed, and his attorney and/or family could have had their organs on display in a barrister cabinet. No matter how much the Amish shunned him in the end, he was given the honor of burial in the Amish cemetery despite his livin’ as an English dude in Amish clothes and committing suicide, which they normally wouldn’t allow, and they’d be buryin’ yo’ ass outside the Amish cemetery fence as a shame tactic even after death, which shows their complete and utter immaturity and pettiness., but nobody brings up how they use the death of those who died after leavin’ as a means to scare Amish kids from leavin’, which is truly the only way they keep anyone in the culture, with fear tactics and if they have to use someone’s death to accomplish that, they don’t give a fuck. They are morally compromised assholes.

Massaquoi Case (2025)

So, let’s compare a few things here for a minute-Quentosha and Louis Moinina Massaquoi are sittin’ in a Lee County jail cell indicted on first-degree murder, aggravated child abuse, and every flavor of neglect you can name because their 12-year-old son was sick, vomitin’, refusin’ to eat, and instead of callin’ a doctor, they called on God. They believed, in their faith, that handin’ it all over to the Almighty meant he’d fix it, but when that child was found, severely dehydrated, malnourished, and emaciated down to skin and bones, the government came knockin’ with indictments in both hands. There is no word on the surviving children if they’re safe, fed, or still caught in the fallout of religious obedience turned lethal, as it tends.

Now you tell me, what’s the difference between this and the Amish? I’ll wait. Because we’ve seen Amish couples walk into court with their religious freedom banners flyin’, refusin’ chemo for their kid, packin’ their bags, and skippin’ out of state to avoid jail. What happened to them? They were never sentenced. No iron bars, no nothin’, just a quiet shuffle out the back door while the court whispered, “Well, you know it’s their religion.” Where is the consistency? If Massaquoi had been plain dressed & talkin’ about God’s will with a German accent, would the headlines be the same? Or would the judge stroke his beard, sign, and say, “Let’s respect their beliefs.”

This is where it gets dirty: the U.S. government loves to wave the First Amendment like a victory flag, sayin’ “freedom of religion for all.” But when that freedom clashes with the state’s agenda, suddenly it ain’t freedom no more, it’s tolerance with conditions. This translates into: we’ll let you believe what you want, but when it makes us uncomfortable or goes against our optics, we’ll slap the cuffs on you, but only if you’re NOT Amish.”

They let the Amish pull kids out of school after 8th grade, marry off teenagers to their damn cousins, and refuse medical care, but drag Massaquoi into court for lettin’ God be the physician. I would say this ain’t justice, but the child deserves justice, however, all kids deserve justice before their parents are given the opportunity to indoctrinate them with THEIR religious bullshit, now here a child is dead, and the parents are using their convenient “GOD” as a means to escape their neglect. However, on the flip side, it’s selective enforcement dressed up like Lady Liberty.

The Amish couple in question is a case from Medina County, Ohio in 2013 who had an 11-year-old with leukemia. Doctors at Akron Children’s Hospital said chemo was her only shot at survival, but the parents refused and said their faith told them otherwise. To that, I say, if you had faith in the first place, you would never have been in the hospital in the first place, so they denounced their own argument. These goofy parents would go on to pull her from treatment after she got sick from the chemo, which we all know is completely normal, then the case went to court. A judge ruled that Sarah Hershberger, the little girl, must get treatment, but what did those parents do? They scooped her up and skipped town to avoid chemo, hid her away under the banner of “God’s will.” Then what happened, the Amish couple went to jail! Hell nah, the courts eventually backed off. The GAL who was appointed to enforce treatment resigned, and those parents walked free, no charges, no handcuffs, no jail time, just the quiet protection of “religious freedom,” and to this day, there is no confirmation that this child survived, seriously, nobody checked up on her to see if she was alive or dead. How do the courts just back off and forget about the plight of a cancer patient when a guardian was hired to take over the medical decisions from the parents. Why wasn’t this child removed from their care? Why wasn’t anything done to find and check on the child? The guardian, who was not only an attorney appointed by the appeals court, but was also an RN, would just resign and nobody sought to find her, or give a shit what happened to her???? All because they’re Amish, so tell me again how CPS can go into any home and remove a child if the parent’s claim their religious freedom and leave all decisions up to their God, but no, it don’t work for people not in costume. So, Andy Hershberger and his wife Anna allegedly fled with her, evading the police and puttin’ their daughter’s life at risk because of their religious bullshit, and to them, it’s okay to break the law because they’re Amish. Supposedly they took her to Central America for treatment, but the Amish lie so much and do whatever the fuck they wanna’ do, that there is no tellin’ what happened to her, despite what members of her lyin’ family claimed, as they were quoted as admitting the family was in hiding.

“The girl, Sarah Hershberger and her parents, Andy & Anna, along with a baby sister, are back in the United States but remain in hiding,” Keim said. The couple’s five other children are being cared for by their community, which shuns many modern conveniences and is deeply religious. This was a direct quote from The Akron Beacon Journal from the child’s grandfather, and even the reporter made the Amish look like foolish assholes who think it’s okay to abscond the law, and even though they’re deeply religious and shun modern conveniences, they’ll hop their ass on a plane to Central America to evade capture for breaking the law.

#whathappenedtosarahhershbergerfromakronohio

So, let’s call it what it is on the real, the government ain’t protectin’ America’s religious rights, (only a certain other country’s) and only certain groups, but besides the Amish, the government is babysittin’ it. They’ll let you pray, sing, and preach until your choices either interfere with their agenda, or they see a money grab, then suddenly you’re a criminal, not a Christian, and while Quentosha & Louis rot in jail, the Amish who let their daughter’s cancer rage without treatment are sittin’ on their porches smilin’ smugly at makin’ the government their bitch and free from any consequence, leastwise by the parents, because nobody knows what happened to Sarah Hershberger. That ain’t justice, it’s disparity. That’s America sayin’ your God is fine, but not as real and important as their God, so rot in jail.

*Sidenote: Emmie’s family hid his predatory brother after he sexually abused his daughters and none of them reported it, nor sought medical help for the girls, and NONE of them were ever held accountable, even after she repeatedly exposed the kids to him and other rapists. * The Amish Way….

Controlled Religion-Manufactured Madness

Religion, when used as a tool of control, doesn’t heal, it breaks. Trauma plus hypocrisy is a Molotov cocktail. Look around:

• Amish bishops covering up sexual abuse and demanding forgiveness for predators.
• Evangelicals preaching “God’s will” while pushing girls raped by their uncles and strangers alike, to carry babies to term.
• Churches treating gluttony, greed, and lies as “manageable sins” while damning women for leaving abusive husbands.

Controlled religion gaslights its victim into thinkin’ obedience is sanity. So, when Ruth snapped, was it really “delusion”? Or just the inevitable result of years of indoctrination and abuse? Now, all this ain’t just an Amish thang. Christians today think they have the divine right to pull their misguided opinion out of their asshole and spew it onto anyone and everyone with smug superiority. Christians can’t just pray in private, honoring their faith. No, that is too easy and normal, they want to shove it down everybody’s fuckin’ throat and when you attempt to escape their clutches, they vomit their arbitrary prayers regardless of someone wantin’ them or not. It makes you want to get hostile at times, like “Fuck you and your prayers!”

Christians, Biscuits, and Double Standards

And… while we’re here, some of these same “God-fearin’” folks who tell you to “get right with God” are the ones tippin’ the scale at 500 pounds, with their prayer holes two bowls deep in some biscuits and gravy. Don’t tell me about sin with gravy drippin’ off your chins. Spare me the “I’ll pray for you” line when you never prayed for the child molested in your own community, and most of the so-called Christians drivin’ 23 MPH around this community are talkin’ about God while condemning everybody to hell who don’t think, act, or live the way they do, and they’re not Amish!. Religion is a big club of bullies who only accept you if you look, think, act, talk, and EAT the way they do. I guess ain’t nobody prayin’ for the gluttons who forget about gluttony being a sin while they’re at Walmart in a rollie buggy fillin’ that basket up with Snoballs and Doritos for their trans-fat fix of energy to condemn everybody else, unwilling to look at their own faults.

Spiritual Warfare or Straight-up Control?

The Amish call it, God’s will. The Seven Mountain Mandate crowd calls it spiritual warfare. Either way, it’s just a shiny wrapper for the same old thing: control. Prayin’ over demons while lettin’ abusers’ slide. Rebuking darkness while keepin’ women and kids trapped in silence.

The Amish will forgive a damn predator quicker than they’ll forgive a woman who cracks under the weight of their bullshit. They’ll guard their apple butter brand and pole barn profits with holy hands, but a child’s innocence. That’s expendable. Ruth Miller ain’t just guilty of murder, she’s guilty of being Amish, which comes with a lifetime sentence of silence, shaming, and servitude. Maybe she snapped, maybe God whispered in her ear, but let’s be real, this world’s full of folks claimin’ God told them to do wild shit, so who’s to say she’s any different? The slippery slope ain’t Ruth, it’s the Amish, preachin’ righteousness while shunnin’ folks in the daylight and robbin’ their bank accounts by moonlight, or any damn chance they get. Emmie’s family broke their necks to jack his money like it was their divine right and used his ex-wife to accomplish it. They used her and she was too feeble to realize it, until it was too late and she had destroyed (IE) bit the hand that fed her, and imploded her own kid’s legacy, not to mention, makin’ her life extremely hard. This decision alone solidified the fact that he was NEVER EVER gonna’ be Amish again, but they were too full of shit to understand what pathetic thieves they were, and I imagine Ruth Miller is experiencing this right now as she sits in jail, her money and property have been ganked by the Amish divine right mentality. If Emmie hadn’t been indoctrinated and brainwashed so severely, he would have left many years before, savin’ himself the pain in the ass that was his marriage to enemy number one.

The hypocrisy, at least one of them…

Emmie’s granddaddy (RIP) strutted around like he was good Amish patriarch, while he was out bangin’ any worldly woman who would unzip her Jordaches while he was draggin’ is funky foreskin from bed to bed, then he’d come home and treat his Amish wife like dogshit, but as long as he kept that straw hat on and them suspenders holdin’ up those Amish britches, he was respected, ’cause he was Amish. That’s the game, keep the numbers lookin’ righteous, while the sins rot like that cheese smell in their Fruit of the Looms!

The Real Question…..

So here it is: is Ruth Miller insane? Or is she simply the mirror no one wants to look into, a reflection of the madness her community baptized her in? Is she a sum total of all of the control, manipulation, denial, forced labor, possible abuse (more like probable abuse), mixed with the leering eyes of all those actin’ like narc-representatives keepin’ up with their neighbors so they can relay information to the head honchos for erroneous brownie points, while doin’ nothin’ for one of their own who needed/needs help. Where is the community support for Ruth Miller?

The Amish, like half these churchy cliques struttin’ around with memorized scriptures, are nothin’ but nosey, back-stabbin’ hypocrites, happy to toss their own kin under the buggy wheels if it means polishin’ their halo and gaining brownie points with a sheisty’ bishop, but when Ruth Miller and her husband were pleadin’ for help and showin’ signs of plain-as-day mental collapse crickets. These same folks have been trained since diapers to lie when it suits ‘em, to judge anybody not playin’ by their rinky-dink rulebook, but when it’s time to actually help somebody, they vanish, and let’s be real, Ruth didn’t just wake up, roll over on her birthday weekend, and say, “Hey Marcus, let’s roll to Atwood Lake and fuck shit up in God’s name!” Like that’s the most normal Saturday plan ever. Nah. Marcus,big man, co-owner of Twin Oaks Barns in Millersburg, struttin’ around like his handmade furniture empire was carved by angels themselves, was painted in his obituary as Father of the Year, the golden boy of God. So, why’s a man livin’ “godly” need to prove loyalty by drownin’ his whole bloodline? Better yet, why would both him and Ruth supposedly get the same hotline call from heaven, on the same damn day, tellin’ them to wade their non-swimmin’ asses into Atwood Lake and end it all? That don’t sound like divine intervention, that sounds like a convenient response from a manic induced, religiously brainwashed woman in denial. A woman whose community left her high and dry to drown in her own mental abyss before she ever got to the lake, and I find it irresponsible of them to insinuate that she or they had planned this trip for a quite a while, either in an attempt to throw her under the bus for pre-meditation, as if she had deliberately planned to take her family out. If so, why didn’t they intervene if they knew she was havin’ trouble, or maybe she wasn’t manic and this was a deliberate plot twist to get out from under this group of fraudsters and start a new life, because she didn’t realize that she had the freedom to walk away any damn time she wanted. The Amish are only worried about their reputation and could care less what Ruth was going through. Was she long ago showin’ signs of collapse and much like the Edward Gingerich fisaco, chose to ignore it, or “pray it away?”

If God speaks to preachers in suits with 10,000-seat churches, why can’t he speak to a broken Amish woman at Atwood Lake? Why is that incomprehensible for anyone to believe? If killin’ in God’s name is allowed in foreign wars, why is Ruth’s claim “delusion”? I think Ruth is guilty as sin (as they say), but there is an underlying reason why she chose to destroy her whole life. They were livin’ an apparent life of comfortable means, and they’ve painted this picture of him being a perfect husband and father, but what is the real story? Why would a woman implode her life on her 40th birthday weekend, and if her husband was so doting, he would have known she needed some help, so why didn’t he help her through her crisis. What really happened to Marcus?

Yeah, Ruth Miller’s act was tragic and wrong, but don’t you sit there actin’ brand-new like she’s the only casualty in this so-called “godly” community. Every child raped and silenced, every wife beaten and told forgiveness is her only holy duty, every woman shackled to some predator who molests kids or humps a horse in the barn, because in Amish land, divorce is the sin, not the act itself. You think that shit don’t eat away at a woman’s mind? Ruth didn’t break in a vacuum, no, her collapse was marinated in a culture that thrives on breakin’ women down piece by piece until there ain’t nothin’ left but a hollow shell and a dead eyes.

Let’s not pretend like Netflix didn’t already throw the covers off with Sins of the Amish. Blue curtains can’t hide the screams, can’t hide the trauma that trails every woman and child who ran away with nothin’ but the clothes on their backs and a saddlebag full of nightmares. Meanwhile, the men stay strappin’ up their suspenders like armor, struttin’ on pedestals, praisin’ themselves for stayin’ “faithful” to the costume while their victims can barely breathe under the weight of trauma nobody ever lets them voice, let alone unpack and deal with. It’s forgive and forget for abusers, then shut the hell up!

So, tell me again how Ruth Miller broke the almighty Amish rulebook. That rulebook that’s been teachin’ women since birth they don’t matter, that their pain is irrelevant, that obedience is their salvation. The world is littered with casualties, just flip on the nightly news. And Ruth? She ain’t worse than the laundry list of predators struttin’ around Amish country with their narcissism disguised as holiness, stink of abuse tucked neatly under dusty straw hats, and their “forgiveness” rubber-stamped not by God, not by the victims, but by bishops with their own dirty laundry to keep buried. That’s the real crime, the cult writes its own absolution, and the women/victims just get written off.

So yeah, Ruth Miller’s hands are bloody, but don’t you dare act like the Amish ain’t been leavin’ bodies in the ditch of silence for generations. Soul murder, child rape, women beaten into obedience, that’s their legacy. Ruth broke the rules, but the rules were written to break her first. That’s the real crime.

Controlled religion doesn’t make saints, it makes Ruth Millers, Edward Guengeriches, Jeriah Masts, Eli Weavers, Atlee Shelters and many more with countless unnamed children with murdered souls.

The real spiritual warfare? Baby, it ain’t angel’s sword-fightin’ demons in the sky. It’s truth vs. hypocrisy, freedom vs. control, and while women like Ruth Miller get strapped to the whippin’ post of public opinion, the “Seven Mountain” prophets are cashin’ checks, writin’ books like Invading Babylon, preachin’ that Christians oughta’ take over every damn corner of society, media, government, schools, family, the whole enchilada. That ain’t prophecy, that’s a corporate hostile takeover with a “Praise Jesus” sticker slapped on it.

Then look who’s helpin’ them spread it: JD Vance up on the podium like he’s preachin’ a tent revival, tellin’ America to support Turning Point USA, while sittin’ smack-dab in the ideology’s lap. Conflict of interest? Honey, Scarlett O’Hara herself could see that scandal comin’ from the veranda. Our Vice President out here usin’ state podiums to promote a partisan Jesus-branded frat club. If that ain’t blurrin’ the lines between Caesar’s business and God’s business, I don’t know what is. Caesar being Israel. It’s convoluted.

See, this Seven Mountain Mandate ain’t just a sermon, it’s a strategy. Dress it up as “spiritual warriors in their domains,” but what it really means is, they want you on your knees, not to God, but to them, much like the Amish ideology, worship them, worship the Ordnung, God who??? Christians want control, not faith lovin’, morally sound followers who just choose to do good in the world to make it a better place. No, they want compliance and votes, but most of all, they want CONTROL!

Promoters of this doctrine been callin’ Donald J. Trump “anointed by God” like he’s Moses partin’ the Potomac. Once upon a time, I admit, I fell for it too, MAGA hat, flag on the porch, the whole nine. But baby, I fell off that wagon and cracked my skull on the streetlight of reality. Ain’t shit about America and our peoples, cause’ our leaders are too busy makin’ sure the genocide is happenin’ and they want Gaza so they can build that 3rd temple for what they call the reckoning, but what I call another Human Skin Bank. It’s about domination, and once you wake up, they don’t treat you like family, they treat you like a liability. Ask Charlie Kirk. Martyrs get halos in their pamphlets, but in reality, they’re just bodies sacrificed for the empire, or agenda. (allegedly)

What gets me is how this whole thing rhymes. Amish bishops in Ohio waggin’ their fingers, claimin’ “divine authority,” are no different than fat-cat politicians callin’ themselves “anointed.” Same self-importance, same playbook. The only difference? One sells apple butter at inflated prices while the other sells foreign policy dressed as holy scripture, and baby, if FBI directors are compromised and senators are fumblin’ through press conferences, imagine what chance an Amish woman indoctrinated since birth ever had. Ruth Miller never stood a chance. She’s a scapegoat, a sinner on display, while the male predators in her community get “forgiven” and shuffled back into the fold like naughty schoolboys caught with chewing tobacco.

The Missing Support System….

Here’s the tea: Ruth ain’t no saint. She drowned her son, and that’s tragic, inexcusable, gut-wrenching, but where the hell was her support system? This woman gave her life, her labor, her body, her mind, to a community that exploited her since she was in pigtails, and the moment she cracked, they dropped her like a damn hot tater’. Amish forgiveness is a one-way street: forgive the men, shun the women. The thing is, if her husband and her made this divine plan after speakin’ to God, why the hell was he the one to go first? I guess even in death, if that’s how he went, he left Ruth to handle the rest and “Take care of the kids” cause’ he has to get on the podium first, hell with all that other shit and them, if that’s how it really went down.

When will a judge talk about soul murder in the courtroom? When will CPS pull kids out of homes where predators roam free? When will the law recognize that spiritual abuse, manipulation, and forced labor are as damning as a knife to the throat?

Maybe Ruth keeps her mouth shut, maybe she doesn’t, but if she ever flips the script and decides to spill the tea, you better believe Holmes County’s got a whole lotta’ secrets buried in them fields and Ruthie knows where the bodies are buried, figuratively speakin’, so she could flip them fuckin’ tables over like Jesus himself. If she sheds the victim skin and rises as a woman scorned? She could burn the whole damn barn down with the truth, and you know what? I hope the fuck she does, because why should she go down by herself when the establishment created her.

What kills me is these so-called “spiritual warriors” waddlin’ around at five-hundred pounds, preachin’ about self-discipline when they can’t stay the hell out the refrigerator. Ruth Miller drives a golf cart into three feet of water, comes up talkin’ about her husband bein’ in a “big fish.” Maybe that was her code for him creepin’ with some stank-ass side piece, but truth is, he was at the bottom of the lake, walked himself right into the Lord’s arms, if you believe her story, and if you ask me, a grown man wadin’ into water without knowin’ how to swim? That ain’t faith, that’s religious delusion, or somethin’ else, but will we ever know the truth? Marcus is gone, and unless he left a letter somewhere or told someone he was in danger, we’ll never know the complete truth.

Meanwhile Ruth, fresh off drown-tryin’ her oldest kids, is out there prayin’ with responders like it’s Sunday service, side by side with a “heavy-set” responder strugglin’ just to kneel down on the asphalt. Big boned? Nah, baby, that was big-boned deluxe, and the irony was thicker than her waistline. If Ruth had decided to take off runnin’, ol’ girl would’ve been the one needin’ savin’. I don’t say that to be cruel, I say that ‘cause it’s a red flag in neon lights: you can’t be preachin’ “discipline in the Lord” when you can’t find discipline in your own plate.

But tell me, what other group of folks you ever seen where a woman kills her husband (allegedly), drowns a child, tries to take out three more, and she’s still allowed to walk around prayin’ and clutchin’ hands like it’s a revival? Could never be us regular bitches, fo’ sho’. Only thing is, Amish women are wound so damn tight I’m surprised shit like this don’t happen more often in plain sight, like it does in secret. They’re like human jack-in-the-boxes, and when that spring pops, BOOM! Tragedy!

Here’s the truth nobody wants: God already rolled His eyes at us a long time ago. Lookin’ at how bad we fucked this place up with our free-will and said, “Y’all can keep it, I’m out.” You want the cure for cancer, for hunger? It’s sittin’ in a locked drawer at Big Pharma HQ, right next to the kickback checks for senators. They ain’t gonna’ pull it out, not while prescriptions keep people doped, broke, and chained to the system. Prosecutors, county attorneys, judges, they don’t want solutions. They want a steady cattle drive of fiends shufflin’ through their courtrooms, payin’ fees, keepin’ the machine greased, while laundered tithes keep the Catholic Church hummin’ like a hymn. Just like the Amish want their people sick and broken, they are easier to control and there’s less of a chance they’ll bounce to the worldly division.

That’s the real prophecy, baby: the devil don’t live in hell, he’s runnin’ payroll in the courthouse and cuttin’ checks in the pulpit.

So, next time somebody comes at me with “I’ll pray for you,” I’ll say: “Baby, pray for yourself. Pray for the children your system sacrificed. Pray for the soul you sold for biscuits, tithe money, and control. ‘Cause me? I don’t need your prayers. I’m lookin’ at the evidence it did to your life, and I don’t need that invasion on mine.

When the court system ain’t got enough addicts that week to fill their supply of Benjamins for petty cash, they’ll drag some raggedy ass caseworker with a yard sale clipboard sportin’ a Scooby Doo shiir & hair fried by her tanning addiction and drugstore bleach, will file a false report and be lyin; through her teeth ’cause she knows the system feeds her family too. Prosecutors around these parts are nothin’ more than carb junkies in discount heels wearin’ a badge on her big ass that says, “Nepotism at work.” Just another cog in the grift. A weeble- wobble who rolls around lookin’ for more judicial prey.

Now poor Ruth Miller, she’s about to get the deluxe tour of the justice machine, gift-wrapped in hypocrisy. They’ll plaster her face on the evening news, call her the poster child for “justice served,” while the real, albeit, other monsters keep trottin’ around free. Don’t get me wrong, what Ruth did was foul, no excuses, but when you peel back the layers, you’ll see a whole damn buffet of victims and predators sittin’ at the same table. And Ruth? She ain’t even close to the worst. She’s just the unlucky one who didn’t dodge the spotlight.

See, Ohio, much like Kentucky, got its own set of rules when it comes to the Amish, and don’t nobody can try to gaslight me otherwise. Case in point: a twelve-year affair with horses, yeah, I said horses, neighin’ and all, right there in Ruth Miller’s neck of the woods. That predator stood in a courtroom, confessed to rapin’ his neighbor’s mare and many others, and what did the good ol’ justice system hand him? A slap on the wrist, $250 fine, and a misdemeanor. Hell, that’s cheaper than a night at a Motel 6 or a speedin’ ticket. Meanwhile, his wife is forced to forgive him, and even worse, share a marital bed while he face-fucks her to Mr. Ed, while possibly givin’ her VD (equine version), ’cause divorce is bad, but raping animals is forgivable.

Here’s where the mountain fire in me starts boilin’. I heard about a serial killer today who said you can shove PVC pipe up someone’s ass, lace it with barbed wire, and turn their asshole inside out. Gruesome? Yeah. But tell me that wouldn’t be a more fittin’ punishment for a so-called man who lays with horses and hides behind religion. The courts let him trot home (every pun intended), but they’ll shun Ruth Miller like she’s the devil incarnate. That’s not justice or Christian, that shows the real character of this deluded cult. Ruth, a woman, is fed to the wolves, while every Amish predator rolls into court with a community paid for attorney and letters of heartfelt sentiment from brainwashed Amish followers on Ludes’.

Don’t get it twisted, Ruth Miller ain’t just a morality story, she’s optics theater. This whole circus ain’t about right or wrong, it’s about protectin’ a brand: tidy bonnets, apple-butter sales, and a squeaky-clean image the courts love to polish. Ohio dotes on the Amish like they’re national treasures, like every other state that houses and protects them, so of course the machine will find someone to hang out front while the real rot stays backstage. Maybe Ruth snapped. Maybe she had a meltdown after years of bein’ ground down, silenced, and brutalized by a system that trains women to obey until their mental wires get frayed, and you better believe the church folk are nervous as shit, ‘cuz they know she knows things, deep, dark secrets, and the fear that she’ll vocalize the crimes they’ve committed is heavier than the prayers they claim to send out into the void. So, here’s my prayer: do it, Ruth. Spill the tea. Take the dusty hypocrites with you. Let the brand burn! No sense in walkin’ the green mile alone, when this wasn’t a singular event, this was a catastrophic series of events that led up to that day. Light that proverbial barn on fire and watch that bitch burn to the motherfuckin’ ground!

Drive through Holmes County sometime. On the surface it looks like a Norman Rockwell paintin’, buggies, bonnets, barns, but peek behind the prayer caps and what do you see? Apple butter mosh pits, furniture empires, construction businesses pullin’ six and seven figures. These “humble folk” got more Benjamins than your favorite megachurch pastor. Don’t let the plain clothes fool you, they’re not prayin’ to Jesus, they’re prayin’ to Jackson, Grant, and Franklin.

It’s a brand, honey. A multi-million-dollar lifestyle brand disguised as “tradition.” They sell simplicity to tourists and buy land, trucks, and influence with the profits, and if you think they’re not greasin’ palms in courthouses, then you got another thing comin’ sista’! Ruth is sittin’ in jail for doin’ the unthinkable because of the brainwashed bullshit she and everybody else has been fed, and maybe she woke up that weekend with the realization that she had wasted, more like squandered her life for a culture that don’t give a fuck, desperately searchin’ for a God who never answered her, and a family she never asked for, but it was the only choice she was given, and that is a hard reality to chew on. Knowin’ that her cult cares more about the abusers than the victims, she’ll live that same groundhog ass day, forever, until she dies, and that is a hard pill to swallow. Horse rapists and child molesters get slaps on their pansy ass, while Ruth Miller get crucified for actin’ out the trauma they inflicted her with.

So don’t hand me no sermons about “humble people of faith” or “justice served.” I’ve seen enough. This ain’t spiritual warfare between God and demons. This is spiritual warfare between truth and lies, rich and poor, control and freedom, and last time I checked, freedom never came cheap, especially if you’re a woman, a victim, or unlucky enough to be the wrong kind of sinner in the wrong kind of courtroom. Ruth Miller had an agenda, and hopefully she gets a little more grit to her by hangin’ out with the women in jail and they school her ass on what she needs to do, or they gon’ eat her ass alive in that courtroom.

The Amish is giving Israel energy. “God’s chosen people”? Baby, if genocide is the mark of being chosen, then the devil’s runnin’ the show. That land was snatched in a backroom deal in the 1940s with the Queen put her predatory mark on it. Religion is just a game of “we’re better than you”, every sect playin’ king of the hill, while the peasants suffer.

If God really had favorites, you’d think the first damn memo would be “quit killin and rapin’’ kids.” But nah, humans are out here stretchin’ scripture like it’s biblical laffy taffy, pullin’ and twistin’ until it fits their nasty little egos. King James already played mad scientist with the text, choppin’ and remixin’ it to suit his royal ass while he killed his mom and had gay love affairs, and while the mistranslations piled up so high the original meaning got buried 6-feet-deep, and let’s be 100, half of these so-called Christians ain’t even cracked the damn book to read it in its entirity, they just spew off some shit they learned on Facebook so they can parrot whatever some right-wing influencer tells em’ to think and believe, unwilling to do any research for the faith and religion they think so highly of, ’cause they pay their 10% and confident they have a first-class seat to the afterlife starring God as Jesus as God.

At the end of the day, religion’s been hijacked by militants in pulpits and politicians in suits. They don’t want salvation, they want subjugation. They want obedience, control, domination. They want you so afraid of hell you don’t notice you’re livin’ in it. Hell, even free speech is goin’ away, but for Ruth Miller, she never really had to begin with, but somethin’ lit a fire in her soul and said, “Today is the day that they gonna’ remember me goddamnit and God told me to go ham!” and it had to have been extreme, because Amish women be crazy, but not brave, so what happened to her? Who was abusing who to make this woman kill her child and attempt to kill the other three? (allegedly)

Listen up, this ain’t a prayer meetin’, it’s an autopsy. The real war ain’t angels versus demons, it’s truth versus hypocrisy, and the ones preachin’ the loudest about “God’s will” are often the slickest at hidin’ the rot. They want you quiet, obedient, and grateful for the scraps, so they can keep stackin’ Benjamins and cathedral-sized reputations. Well, I got a megaphone and I ain’t whisperin’.

Picture it: Ruth Miller sittin’ on that stand like she’s center stage in a courtroom cabaret. Reporters scribblin’, bishops squirming’ prosecutors foamin’ at the mouth like Cujo, and what they don’t realize is, Ruth holds the matchbox. One spark from her and this whole damn tent revival of hypocrisy goes up in flames. There is Ruth Miller, Religion, and the sweet tea of hypocrisy within the Amish culture and there is more to this story than a woman losin’ her mind at the lake.

See, folks clutch their dicks like they just spotted sin in the wild when an Amish woman like Ruth Miller snaps and drowns her family, sayin’ God told her to do it. But let’s not play stupid, religion’s been sacrificin’ people since the first pulpit was carved. Don’t believe me? Ask the altar boys. According to the National Catholic Reporter (ncronline.com), the Catholic church has spent over $5 billion in the last twenty years payin’ for the sins of cat-eyed priests with a fondness for little boys. That’s 16,276 credible allegations of child abuse, all while passin’ the collection plate. So, when I hear the Amish got a “benevolent fund,” baby, I know that fund don’t rise higher than the ceiling tiles.

Here’s the thing about religion, it’s a big fuckin’ business, a non-profit of endless supplies of cash, and the Amish is no different, but let’s talk about the Catholic Church for a minute. All that money and still unwilling to house a homeless person or feed anyone without a news crew around, and still want the food donated, ’cause they’re keepin’ those tithes in offshore accounts, God told them that’s what they should do.

The Catholic Church stay sittin’ on piles of cash like a holy hedge fund, with global assets in the tens of billions, land, art, schools, hospitals, you name it. The Vatican Bank alone got about €5.7 billion tucked away, but don’t get it twisted, most of their wealth ain’t cash, it’s castles and cathedrals. The Pope don’t even pull a paycheck, his bills are covered, and he plays steward over the empire, not owner, sittin’ on gold thrones, like DJT’s gold toilet, but it’s covered so his dumps are tax-deductible, and while no Pope’s ever been nailed with a personal sex abuse charge, plenty of ‘em been dragged for lookin’ the other way while priests turned pulpits into huntin’ grounds. Receipts? Over $5 billion in payouts for 16,000+ credible allegations in the last 20 years. So don’t let the stained glass fool you, they ain’t just savin’ souls, they’re savin’ face with settlement checks while the flock foots the bill and havin’ people lined up to kiss the ring on the hand he probably just jacked off with. Religion is disturbing and how did havin’ faith in the supernatural end up with these fools owning gold cities and ridiing around in gold cars sittin’ on gold thrones. These desperate folks who are food insecure, money insecure, and life insecure get hustled into thinkin’ that if you bow down to some old fuck in a white robe and kiss his ring that somehow good luck would rain down on you? How bout’ ya’ get ya’ old ass off that throne and scoot over to the Vatican Savings & Loan and get me some goddamn grocery money, before I steal your seat and pawn that bitch! It’s rather foul if you ask me. Much like Israel expecting visitors to kiss the backside of some temple, fuck you and this raggedy ass building. How ’bout ya’ kiss our ass and quit actin’ a fuckin’ entitled piece of shit.

Now, they say Ruth and Marcus were schizophrenic, or were having issues that they were actively seekin’ help for, but is hearin’ voices from God considered schizophrenia? However, that excuse does seem convenient. If they both had a “mental break” the exact same day, at the exact same time, baby, I got oceanfront property in Kansas to sell you. The Amish say they “sought counseling.” Alright then, who counseled them? Where are the records? What protections were put in place for them and their community? Spoiler alert: none. They love to whisper about mental illness when it suits them, but when a woman cracks, she’s a lunatic. When a man rapes or kills? Oh, he’s “troubled.”

Let’s pull out some receipts. Samuel Hostetler, from Pea Sticks, Kentucky, convicted of raping, kidnapping, and murdering Rosanna Kinsinger. You know what else? He lost five siblings in a buggy drowning years before, in 2020 to be exact, called an “accident” by authorities who were too starstruck by beards and bonnets to investigate, but anybody with half a brain could see the rot, and Samuel was already groomin’ his sickness long before he took Rosanna’s life. Ain’t it funny how nobody ever questioned why his mama “ran off” when her kids hit the water after going for a fuckin’ buggy stroll during a flashflood. Seems like more people worry about the horse than the fuckin’ humans when they have an accident. Samuel’s mom, Susie, saved herself from the water, with no attempt made to save her kids, not even the five-month old, but instead ran off to get help, knowin’ that was fruitless, hell, at that point, she might as well have stopped to pick daisies and take her time, ’cause she knew those kids were gonna’ be deceased by the time someone got there. The Amish are gonna’ worry bout’ themselves, first and foremost in times of trial and tribulation, and while most people have a natural instinct to jump in raging waters to save a kid, especially five kids when you see or sense distress, the Amish aren’t built like that. It’s every man for himself; I don’t give a damn if yo’ ass is five months old or not. All five children perished, and hardly a questioned asked by authorities who chalked it up to “unfortunate accident.” Nah, it was save herself first and call it God’s will later. If you got the Lord in your heart, what are you scared of? Water? Men? Justice? Were these kids sacrificed and if so, what about all the donation money they received for something that was deliberate (allegedly) and if not, was still utter stupidity and why isn’t anyone askin’ why the hell she was out and why these particular five kids when she had another passel at home.

Now let’s get down to Ruth’s money, ‘cause y’all, somethin’ ain’t addin’ up. How the hell is a woman sittin’ on property, bank accounts, and half a damn successful business end up with a public defender? That ain’t no accident, that’s vultures circlin’ and swoopin’ down on her assets like it’s their divine right. Once they shun, ya’, that’s their shit, not hers. Fuck her, they say. Don’t tell me nobody’s already dipped into her accounts, ‘cause I done seen this play before. The Amish way is simple: once you ain’t one of them no more, your shit magically becomes their shit. They’ll raid your house, empty your dresser drawers, and call it “God’s will,” all while the local country bank props open the vault for ‘em. These rinky-dink bankers been in bed with Amish money so long, they don’t even see straight. Crooked as a busted wiener and twice as pathetic.

Holmes County love to sell tourists overpriced apple butter and “handmade” chairs but mark my words, the real attraction’s about to be Amish crime tours. Come see where the humble millionaire’s rape, steal, and launder money with a smile. That’s the show, honey. Ruth’s not just fightin’ charges, she’s gettin’ financially mugged while she sits in a jumpsuit, and who benefits? Every dusty-ass bishop, greedy cousin, and bank parasite who can hide their theft behind religion. They’ll bleed her dry before trial even starts, and lemme’ tell you, ain’t nobody hungrier than an Amish relative who thinks they’re entitled to your shit. Hell, Emmie’s sister still chewin’ good off her brother’s back, fat back heifer, look at her plate if you need proof. The Amish are nothin’ more than a racketeering operation in 1700’s garb, and Ruth is their latest mark in a long con game.

Who benefits from Ruth’s fall?

Ask yourself: who gains? Business partners with dollar signs in their eyes. Family members waitin’ like rabid dawgs. Judges eager to preach morality while signin’ off on exploitation. If Ruth’s insane, then guess what? Every dime, every acre, every ounce of sweat equity she ever put in becomes ripe for the takin’. Women are already cast down in the Amish cult, so a situation like this just breeds the greedy. For all we know the very person who may have been complicit in abuse towards Ruth Miller and/or her family, is dippin’ their dirty paws into her savings account as we speak, further abusing her without consequence.

So, I’ll ask it plain: why is Ruth Miller broke with a public defender when she had money? Why ain’t anyone askin’ what Marcus’ role really was? Why isn’t nobody talkin’ about who might have planted seeds in Ruth’s fragile mind? Why is it always the same damn pattern, women punished, men forgiven, assets stripped, reputations protected?

The Amish ain’t pacifists. They’re passive-aggressive power brokers who weaponize forgiveness for men and crucify women for crackin’ under the very weight they strapped on their backs. They got God in their mouths and greed in their hearts, and they’ll rob you blind while smilin’ in your face. Period.

I’ll sweeten this roast with a dollop of butter: this ain’t about Ruth bein’ crazy. This is about systems that thrive on abuse, churches that launder sin hidden behind those costumes, and communities that see tragedy as a business opportunity. Call it what it is: organized exploitation and I call it the “Scarecrow Mafia.”

So, while the bishops prop their feet up, and the bankers polish their calculators, remember this: Ruth Miller’s real trial ain’t happenin’ in that courthouse. It’s happenin’ in plain sight, on hard church benches, in the bank ledgers, in the hypocrisy of a community that steals, lies, and sacrifices souls in the name of God. Forgive and forget my ass, more like Forget Ruth and Forgive me for not being able to take all her shit in one trip!

See, folks act brand new when Ruth Miller drowns her family and claims God whispered in her ear, but let’s keep it a buck: the Amish been sacrificin’ children every damn day through soul murder and nobody blinks. What’s soul murder? It’s when you take a child’s innocence, their safety, their joy, and you grind it into dust with your abuse. The body’s still walkin’ around, but the person they could’ve been. Dead. That’s murder too, only you don’t see blood on the floor. You see a hollow-eyed kid who’ll never get back what was stolen.

These holy folks? They’re calm, collected, complicit, forgivin’ predators while gaslighting victims. Call it Christianity, I call it cowardice with extremist overtones. They’d rather hear a pretty testimony about redemption than face the ugly truth that their children are bein’ gutted from the inside out, and even when they know, which most do, they twiddle their thumbs and look the other way, complicit or forced to forgive, it’s all the same.

I know, because I lived it…

Take me for example, I was the damn scapegoat, the latchkey kid, bouncin’ from couch to couch like a pinball, always made to feel like I should be “grateful” for the scraps someone gave me that I never asked for, and forced to live with a cousin who was a slick lil’ bitch with a finger ready to point at me for her fuck-ups. I hate her guts. I was her fall guy for every time she stole somethin’, broke somethin’, lied her way into or outta’ somethin’ and I caught the heat. The little bastard houseguest, the interloper. Nobody swooped in to save me; I had to sharpen my own claws and save my own damn self.

See, abuse don’t sit still, it’s contagious. You get carved up enough, you start carryin’ those same jagged edges and cuttin’ other people without even realizin’ it. Now don’t twist it, I ain’t out here touchin’ kids, that’s the worst thing you can do in my book and I’d just as soon all chomos explode on impact, but I was harder and sharper with gangster undertones raisin’ my own, straight up ruthless. This world will chew you up and spit you out, so you have to be wolves, cause’ lambs get slaughtered. Same way I tried with Emmie’s girls, plantin’ a lil’ street mentality and self-awareness in their heads: know your worth, don’t take shit at face value, stand strong, don’t be prey.

But it’s like their bodies rejected the praise, the love, the backbone I was handin’ ‘em. They folded back into that old script, turned on me, lied like their mama taught ‘em, more eager to pen love letters to their abuser than show an ounce of loyalty to the father who actually gives a damn. That’s not just sad, it’s fuckin’ tragic, and of course their Amish mama stands on her invisible soap box, expectin’ praise for what, nobody knows? Parental alienation? She’d get a Nobel Prize for that.

I wish the Amish were who they say they are, quaint, moral, humble, community strong. If they were, nobody’d have shit to say. But that’s a fairy tale, and they opened the door to scrutiny themselves. The abuse is real, the silence is real, and the complicity is real, the isolation is real. Same with other churches, I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Lutheran service on Sunday with my aunt and uncle, shiny shoes and perfect hair, and a united front, while behind closed doors the adults were snortin’ coke, passin’ blunts, beatin’ each other bloody, and cheatin’ on the regular. My aunt took her rage, from her own beatdowns and betrayals, and whipped it across my back like I was her punching bag. Toxic don’t even cover it. That cane was just her pain, passed down like a cursed heirloom. Then there were the days she taught me to make hot-cross buns, and takin’ us on expensive weekend shopping trips after one of her bloody beatdowns that forced her to take $10,000 from the business account and go ham on weekend extravaganzas! So, to a kid, you almost pray for the abuse at times and take the temporary pain for the make-up prize they give out of guilt. That’s why my daughter ended up spoiled and ungrateful. I bought her things to compensate for the fact that I worked so much so I could buy her bigger and better things, until as an adult, I was forced to take her big shiny car from her disrespect and now we’ve not spoken in months. When you give and give, then people tend to expect it, and when you finally get forced to set a boundary, they punish you for it, cause’ how dare you protect your personal space and emotional boundaries.

By the time an Amish woman gets to any sort of enlightenment, it’s damn near too late. You’re raised to be silent, submissive, broke, and blind. Your courage gets smothered before it even sprouts, and unless you’ve got steel in your bones and fire in your gut, you stay. You stay miserable. You stay lifeless. Too scared to talk, let alone take off across the pasture to a new life filled with new adventures and freedoms beyond your wildest dreams, but it’s so difficult to get out of the box they’ve been confined to. Like an emotional Stockholm Syndrome. However, there are the ones who leave. Those who grab nothin’ but their dress hems and boot strings as they jump that fence into the unknown. These are the brave ones, the miracle workers, and they should be studied, not shunned. ‘Cause what makes one Amish woman break and drown her family and another break out and save herself? That’s the question.

So, why is Ruth’s “sacrifice” so different? It ain’t. It’s just bloodier than the soul murders happenin’ every day behind barn doors and Bible verses, but not more deliberate. If you can forgive predators, you can damn well understand a woman driven mad by years of abuse and caged thought. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not cheerleadin’ drownings or Amish women, but I understand the abuse, victimhood. But I’ll sure as hell call out the hypocrisy: physical murder is sensational; soul murder is ignored, and until we stop lettin’ churches launder abuse into “God’s will,” women will keep breakin’, kids will keep dyin’, and communities will keep smilin’ while the blood drips through cracks n’ pews, with an emphasis on *Pew*.

Was Ruth hearin’ God’s voice, or is that the sound of a breakin’ mind?

Everybody wants to say, “God spoke to her.” But let’s be real, God ain’t been speakin’ for a long time. If He was, He’d be over in Palestine stoppin’ bombs from droppin’ on children instead of whisperin’ to Ruth Miller in Holmes County. I guess he coulda’ told her to slow that fuckin’ golf cart down and if she didn’t have a license, that’s another crime, but I’m not countin’.

What about Marcus? Obituary makes him sound like the salt of the earth, the golden boy of homemade furniture, but who knows? Ain’t nobody ever come back from heaven with Yelp reviews, so don’t act like we know where he landed. Maybe Ruth’s act wasn’t loyalty to God at all, maybe it was her personal Rapture, her private ticket out. Maybe she thought God was callin’ her up solo, not waitin’ for the group package deal. If they decided on the loyalty pack for God together, why did Marcus selfishly go first, leavin’ Ruth to make decisions for the fate of the rest of them?

Here’s the kicker: Amish don’t even really do Rapture talk. Much like Israrel, the Amish think they’re the chosen ones, and God will part the clouds and pick the true believers, which behind closed doors would be them, predators and all. The rest will just kill over, the end. They’ll gladly ascend to heaven, while the rest of the world fries like bacon, leavin’ them shoutin’ “Sucks to be you!”

See, Ruth didn’t need chains or padlocks. Amish women are caged in a different way, with invisible fences. Thought police. You step too far outside the lines, you get zapped with shame, silence, or shunning. It’s like psychological shock collars. No wonder Ruth’s brain short-circuited.

There’ll be the ones who say that she had “freedoms.” Sure, maybe she lived in a more liberal pocket of Ohio. Maybe Marcus had money as co-owner of a successful business, maybe Ruth had access to books, literature, maybe even the internet in secret, but freedom without permission is still captivity. You can live in a gilded cage, but Cher, it’s still a cage.

The Inbreeding Question????

Now let’s talk taboo. People don’t wanna’ ask if inbreeding plays a role, but baby, look around. Family trees in some of these communities look more like telephone poles, and when your gene pool’s been stirrin’ in the same pot too long, questions about mental fragility ain’t just rude, they’re relevant. Maybe Ruth was broken by trauma, maybe by indoctrination, maybe by biology. But she didn’t get there alone.

Here’s the irony: the courts ain’t the only ones foamin’ at the mouth to crucify her, because the Amish are public enemy number one to Ruth right now. However, the same courts will slap that Amish rapist on the wrist who rape, beat, and exploit. Ruth’s public defender is in over his head, probably googlin’ “trauma-informed defense” between recesses, but if Ruth decides to unload, names, stories, secrets, and hon, this trial turns from a tragedy into a reckoning.

Because here’s the truth: when you cage a mind, when you bleed someone of their humanity, when you turn “woman” into “servant,” when you force births like its factory output, when women are reduced to waitresses, nursemaids, and mattress fodder, then don’t act surprised when one day, somebody decides to torch the whole damn system. Ruth Miller is the abuser and the victim, she has a lot to say, and hopefully the right therapist will open that portal to release all of that sludge (With Names).

Ruth Miller ain’t a saint. She drowned a child, and that pain is real, but her story ain’t just about a “crazy Amish woman.” It’s about a culture that cages women with shame, a religion that sanctifies abuse, a legal system that forgives predators and punishes the broken, and a society so obsessed with the afterlife it forgets to protect life, and when they do somethin’ that their pineal gland can’t comprehend, they slap a label on them then dismiss them with abandon. They are distressed liabilities, not important, but must be silenced.

Maybe Ruth’s loyalty wasn’t to God, but to her own survival, twisted, tragic, desperate. Maybe she thought she was finally walkin’ free. But one thing’s for sure: if she speaks the whole truth, this shit-show could blow wide open and expose the real spiritual warfare, not God vs. Satan, but people vs. the lies that keep them enslaved.

You don’t fix abuse by slappin’ a ribbon on it. You don’t call it “tradition” and pretend the kids aren’t bleedin’. You don’t call for forgiveness for every man who walks back into the barn after a bone-deep sin while you hang a woman out to dry the first time she breaks. That ain’t faith — that’s cover-up with hymns.

Think about the things a person can do to protect themselves, or to silence the voices, is this what happened to Ruth?

The mind is a funny, feral, brilliant thing. When Jeni Haynes was a little girl, her sadistic father was doin’ things no human should ever inflict on a child, torture, sexual abuse, cruelty that one can’t explain with regular words, and while most of us break under that kind of weight, her brain said, “Not today, motherfucker. We’re gonna’ survive this.” So, her mind built an army, not one, not ten, but over 2,500 personalities. Each one a soldier. Each one carryin’ a piece of her pain so she could keep on breathin’. That’s resilience, that’s brilliance, that’s the body fightin’ for its own damn survival. (The Girl in The Green Dress by Jeni Haynes)

Here’s where it gets biblical, not in the churchy sense, but in the magnitude of justice. Those personalities didn’t just hide inside. They came forward. They testified in a court of law. For the first time in history, multiple personalities, the children, the protectors, the fragments of Jeni, walked up to that witness stand and told the world exactly what her father did, and the jury listened. This badly traumatized sweetheart was able to channel the friends her mind created, and her father was convicted. Receipts? According to court records out of Austrailia, Richard Haynes pled guilty in 2019 to 25 charges of rape, indecency, and sexual assault, and the reason he’s rottin’ in prison today is because of Jeni’s mind, that fractured, beautiful, iron-willed mind, that flat-out refused to let him win! Abuse that began when she was about four years old and lasted for approximately 7-years created a victim with the courage and resilience of 1,000 Spartans.

Now let me lace this up with mad respect: Jeni Haynes is a goddess of survival. What she endured would’ve killed most, but her brain rewired itself to fight back. Nothin’ about it is weakness, it’s fuckin’ genius. It’s tragic, yes, but it’s also proof that even in the darkest pits of hell, the human mind can light matches. Those 2500 voices? That’s not insanity, its strategy, the ultimate self-defense mechanism.

The system who usually fumbles the bag when it comes to survivors (victims, because I’m not as keen about that survivor bullshit word that I attempted to get on board with), actually listened. For once, the truth wasn’t gaslit, minimized, or swept under the pews. Jeni’s friends spoke the court listened, and it not only warms my heart and is givin’ hope to others who have lost faith in the system.

So, when we look at women like Ruth Miller, or any woman born into bondage, whether Amish rules, religious cults, or abusive homes, we gotta’ ask: what did their mind do to keep them alive? Some dissociate, some get quiet, some snap, some drown, some create 2,500 warriors to fight back from the inside. The mind is the last line of defense when the body and soul are under siege, and instead of dismissin’ it, we should be bowin’ down in awe.

If Jeni Haynes can weaponize her trauma to drag a monster into the light, then maybe we need to stop callin’ survivors “crazy” and start callin’ them what they really are: the smartest, fiercest, most resourceful soldiers walkin’ this earth. I know you’ll ask the question just like I did, why didn’t her mother know or attempt to help her? Jeni’s mom didn’t know about this horrific abuse due to her autism diagnosis, the secrecy that Jeni was forced to keep at the insistence of the mad man who was abusing her, because we all know that sexual torture of a child isn’t enough, they must also mentally torture and threaten’ which not only makes them guilty of multiple counts of soul-murder. Jeni seems relatively certain her mom didn’t know, and I shall take her word for it, but I don’t know too many mothers who wouldn’t suspect somethin’ or see evidence of this abuse being subjected to a four-year-old, too young to hide the evidence of this treacherous crime. How utterly devastating to think about being subjected to something so cruel by your own father, to the point that she was forced to endure more pain in the form of surgeries due to sexual abuse she endured. She has irreparable damage to her eyesight, jaw, bowel, anus, and coccyx, or tailbone for y’all who don’t know what that is, and she underwent an operation in 2011 to get a colostomy bag, due to the damage of her bowel/anus from that sick prick’s sadistic abuse. Poor baby. (Reddit & News 24)

This isn’t talked about enough either, what sexual abuse victims go through when they hand down sentences or lack thereof to these fuckface waste of space predators. All of the damage done to these tiny bodies. The fact that her body was harmed so badly that it needed a colostomy and surgeries speaks volumes about the physical severity of the abuse, and I don’t understand how others didn’t know and realize what was goin’ on! ‘Soul Murder’ often comes with physical scars, damage to organs, to bones, to daily life. It’s not just spiritual or emotional, it’s medical. Others have to know, but it’s not my survivor story, and we’ll leave it at that. Her abuser is in prison, but he left behind trauma and damage that she’ll be forced to deal with for the rest of her life, all because he was mentally ill, a sadistic monster, the devil incarnate, but functioning, able to flip that switch in front of others and act completely normal, and those are the true evil ones.

Let me be clear: I’m not preachin’ hate at folks for their faith. I’m callin’ out the people who weaponize faith, bishops who protect predators, institutions that prefer the brand to the broken, politicians who cozy up to pulpits in exchange for power. Call them out by name. Drag their policies into daylight. Demand accountability from their courts and county seats. That’s the aim, much like those within’ the Amish need to pool their people together and demand transparency, demand justice, demand safety for themselves and their children and by-God, demand and education, leastwise, more than they’re receiving currently. You shouldn’t need or want your people to be stupid so you can better control and manipulate them. If the culture is good, people will want to remain, and if you are smart and still see it as a great environment to raise your kids, then you are winnin’!

Put yourself in Ruth Miller’s boots for a minute: raised to obey, taught to swallow shame, taught that silence is holiness. When your whole life is a system of control, forced labor, little schooling, constant policing of your body, mind, clothes, mannerisms, pins, hats, bonnets, buggies, haircuts, etc… then sanity frays. You push and push and then somethin’ snaps. The snap ain’t the origin story; it’s the final act of a performance of abuse. The system created the beat, then crucified the step team who stomped back. (Stomp the Yard, one of my favorite movies). 😘

Meanwhile, over in the big tent of power, the same playbook looks different but it’s the same game: televangelists sellin’ salvation subscriptions, just think good and good will come, expect favor and blessins’ will rain on your head, give me money to buy a lambroghini and keep those tithes rollin’ in as your down payment to heaven, politicians thinkin’ they’re anointed because some white supremacist on an ego-trip for world domination gave them the title, the same ones funneling influence to youth movements that train the next generation of culture warriors. TPUSA, Seven Mountain Mandate, political press conferences, same machinery, different paint jobs. The rhetoric says, “spiritual renewal”; the receipts say, “institutional capture.” This ain’t about one side or the other, it’s about both sides, all sides, all religious movements and cultural bondage feedin’ us this bullshit all the time about what we NEED to do in order to live a good life, when most people would have a great life if the politicians and preachers would just stop talkin’ about what MORE WE can do as a people by way of voting, and taxes, and givin’ up more of our rights, and start distributing those billions of dollars they have to us so we can afford to live and eat, like they so easily pack a truck full of money and ship everywhere else so THEY can promote violence. I don’t know about y’all, but I know plenty of people who are white, black, Chinese, Homosexual, Christian, Lutheran, Catholic, Jehovah’s Witness and the list goes on, who would be a little better off and able to breathe with a little cushion in their bank account or just to be able to KEEP the money our government so eagerly and generously scams from us to give away to those who use it to fund their evil agenda. It’s ironic to me that people like Charlie Kirk traveled the world speakin’ on his faith and what he believed in, only to be assassinated, which doesn’t give people more incentive to believe in God or his cause, which, faith aside, was a political agenda to get the youth to vote republican.

It’s easy to speak on your faith, that’s awesome, but where’s the incentive to even drag our asses to the polls anymore, when they all lie, deceive, scheme, and make false promises they had no intentions of keepin’? Not to get off track about Ruth Miller, but in the end, it all ties in. Think about this for a second: Kamala & Trump torched over $3.5 billion on campaigns while we’re out here with barely enough change to buy a damn Almond Joy, let alone pay rent and daycare if you have small children. Kamala blew a billion, and was still $20M in debt when she lost that the DNC cleaned up like a damn sugar daddy, what regular motherfucker do you know can do that? Hell, we can’t be short a buck fitty’ or the IRS is seizing our shit and sayin’ deuces while yo’ azz lives in the gutter and these days you get fined, jailed, or killed for fuckin’ being POOR! Trump burned through $1.6B flexin’ like Vegas, and they call it a democracy! I call it legalized money-laundering with billboards, and I’ll never understand how you’re voted for president and get the last year of a four-year term to travel and toot your own tuba about how GREAT you’re gonna’ make it in this world of barely survivin’ for the rest of us, for we are mere peasants and it’s fuckin’ easy to say the world is great when you’re eatin’ lobster and wipin’ your ass with billions in donor money. Meanwhile, we have to budget for chocolate chips if we’re cravin’ cookies ’cause those bitches will break you these days, so where is the goddamn Great again??? Askin’ for a broke friend. Regular people gotta’ beg for groceries while politicians make it rain with tax hikes and Medicare cuts. Democracy ain’t about votes, it’s about who’s rich enough to sell a good story and get us suckers to buy the bullshit their sellin’. Fuck voting, it’s useless, and no matter who wins, if you ain’t in their agenda of the week and in their clique with an account in the favor bank, the rest of us are fucked, domestically, royally and internationally.

Money greases everything, but mostly the palms and pocketbooks of the elite. Big Pharma keeps the cures in vaults because the cure would collapse the cash cow, and that trickles down to these so-called humanitarian aid heisters like Christian Aid Ministries who have pocketed millions and billions and help nobody but themselves. Sellin’ dreams nobody ever sees, gettin’ money for ‘adoptin families’ they’ve curated and made-up, and don’t get me started again on that bullshit Mennonite kidnapping story where Haitian gang members held these 12-15 fools for 2 months and didn’t hurt a hair on their head, give me a fuckin’ break. Haitians are fed up too, they’re still lookin’ for that $80-somethin’ million that the Clintons stole, which would of course be life-changin’ for any person, group, country and beyond. That story was a straight-up fuckin’ lie, but it wasn’t disputed because the CAM is funneling and laundering like a 24-hour turn around laundromat. Greasin’ the right hands and stackin’ offshore accounts. (allegedly, but FR) Ruth Miller is in need, CAM should take some of that money that she assuredly donated to since they’re neighbors and help with her defense like they did Jeriah Mast. Of course, they exploited the 30-somethin’ victims again with their bullshit hush-money, but exploitation is the name of the game, and Jeriah was off the hook for the lives he destroyed with the swipe of a pen and a check with the devils on it (The complicit board members of this shady ass organization.) Hush money is better than WD-40 to these predators. Social systems manufacture paper victims and ghost real ones. Institutions profit from pain, essentially what the Amish have been doin’ since they got off the fuckin’ boat in Philly.

There is no accountability for the shit they do, and that’s kinda’ when I looked at Ruth Miller and saw her admit to sacrificing her son and givin’ no fucks about Marcus, like, that muthafucka’ is in a fish, somewhere, like, I don’t give a good goddamn where he is, ’cause somethin’ happened, and when she opens that emotional floodgate, shit is gonna’ be heard around the world. The fuckin’ Amish will pay $400,000 to hush up victims of a sadistic predator but help a woman who had a mental collapse because of the Apple Butter Gang’s abuse, and they can’t find their checkbook or their balls. Where is Ruth’s daddy? Somebody needs to get him in the phone shack and ask some real serious questions about the part he played in her demise. Bishops, community leaders, and elected officials silence victims to protect reputations, they’re not Shepards, they’re managers of risk, and the law too often bends to they’re fuckin’ optics. Lenient sentences for some, and brutal display for others, and it’s not justice, it’s theater. I always ask myself, if you have a collective group of people who believe there is an invisible man livin’ in the sky watchin’ everything that you do and has managed to instill fear into people as to if they will accompany him in the afterlilfe, and use this fear to control, isolate, manipulate, and exploit, how is that NOT ILLEGAL, and also, how is that considered sane, but Ruth Miller sayin’ that God told her to prove her loyalty and devotion in the manner she did considered psychotic? The Amish must confess to the bishop, and HE somehow has the power to forgive you of your sins, like, who the fuck made yo’ dusty ass the host to heaven, get the fuck outta’ my way, but essentially he is sayin’, ” I know God personally, we skype, and he gave me the authority to abuse at will and hand out false prophet like promises and punishments while gettin’ all the dirty details of sins so he can jack off to the visuals.” It’s emotionally and manipulative porn for the computer-less. Funny thing is, the bishop ain’t never confessin’, so I’m to believe that he is without sin? I’ll let Sam Miller know when I see his buggy parked at Mcdonald’s and he’s sippin’ coffee, eatin’ human burgers and watchin’ The View all damn day! (mainstream press)

Ruth needs to spill the beans and let that trauma lava ooze all the way out like a festered cyst and burn the whole damn establishment to the ground! Spill the entire jug of tea on those who have allowed the abuse and looked the other way, talk about the complicit drivers willin’ to throw an abused child under the bus, or cross state lines and be party to lockin’ them up in institutions like criminals, payin’ for the abuser’s sick thrills. These abusers will no doubt be swarming the courthouse early on trial day to get a good seat as a spectator, knowin’ they are part of the damn problem. These pious mothers in their black handsmaid cloaks wringing their hands with a handkerchief, unwilling to admit of how they allowed their own daughters to be trafficked and forced into silence by the patriarchy they worship, sick bitches. Ruth Miller needs to burn the fuckin’ barn to the ground baby! Expose all these fake-ass pious frauds simulating for the Lord. Whose Lord? What Lord? If the bible is a guide, why are there so many fuckin’ religions and ways to maneuver these scriptures? Let Ruth explain the coercive control, the induced trauma, the abuse, the suspender pimps runnin’ a big-scale trafficking ring with a discount grocery front. Let Ruth explain the institutional failure of the handmaid mafia, who ain’t about prayin’ harder, but preachin’ loyalty to the cult and the consequences for those who move differently.

Until we stop defendin’ tradition when it’s nothin’ more than a cover up for abuse, nothin’ will change! There will be more Ruth Millers and predators like Jeriah and Ed Gingerich’s. We need to stop lettin’ “Religion” be a shield for predators. Stop treatin’ women who crack from the pressure as the problem, while also stop lettin’ these same women falsely accuse someone of vile acts when they’re spouse musters the courage to leave. We ain’t givin’ those hoes a free pass either, institutionalized or not! We need to stop lettin’ politicians adn so-called prophets rebrand domination as destiny. Stop actin’ like the denial of education for these religious sect kids is normal, while workin’ like dogs in the fields and farmstands unpaid is “work ethic.” I guess some don’t know work ethic from exploitation. Let’s stop allowing the covering up of widespread sexual abuse and stop contributing to the persecution and inhumane acts these children and others are suffering behind that poor thread count curtains. Stop sayin’ the Amish are “policing” themselves when they can’t fuckin’ spell it and all it amounts to is using religion to silence victims and protect abusers which equates to more systematic harm. It’s all psychological violence.

So, here’s the casserole y’all, Ruth Miller sittin’ in that jail is less about one woman drowning her peeps and more about a system drownin’ women every damn day! They call her delusional, but what’s more insane? A mother crackin’ under the weight of abuse and indoctrination, or an entire culture out here in costume shielding rapists, funding predator’s legal defense and clappin’ in church for their “confessions” while souls are bled dry? Salem burned witches at the stake for “talkin’ to the devil,” but what about cultures who are being ran by them same devils, not to mention these courthouse suit devils who do the same thing, persecute women and powdering the ass of these Amish men and gettin’ them back home surrounded by more victims as soon as possible, and who is going to be a jury of Ruth Miller’s peers, when people only understand what they are capable of understanding and for this case, you’re gonna’ need a damn den diagram and a Xanax prescription to get through the basics if Ruth Millers really starts handin’ out the truth. Yes, she killed her son, and possibly her husband, but what about the older kids?

I’ll talk about that and let this blog simmer a minute.

Let’s give a few minutes to study the dynamics of these three oldest kids that she had in the golf cart, ’cause everybody’s tiptoein’ around it like it’s hot coals baby, and I ain’t here for it, I’ll walk across them bitches barefoot. Ruth had a 15-year-old daughter and 18-year-old twin sons, legal adults by the letter of the law, and you mean to tell me those kids sat there like spectators while their mama declared daddy to be in the belly of a fish and she came back without their lil’ brother as she proceeded to have them do fucked-up rituals and plan their trip to the next life via drowning. Now, I don’t know about you, but most 18-year-olds in this country got enough sense to call 911 if their mama even jokes about hurtin’ herself, let alone takin’ out the entire family for her birthday extravaganza. So, why didn’t they? Why didn’t they have enough common sense to pick up a phone, scream for help, flag down a driver or fuckin’ maintenance man, or run to the next camper and tell somebody that their mom had lost her marbles. Were they so indoctrinated, so groomed, or so twisted by years of Amish control that they couldn’t separate right from wrong? Or, are we dealin’ with somethin’ genetic here, a whole damn family swimmin’ in the same jinglebread pool that is so shallow you can wade in it with flip flops, because let’s be real, if this were a non-Amish family pullin’ the same stunt, you can bet your sweet ass the courts would be askin’ why those older kids didn’t act. I mean, they are grown men and did nothin’ but the media is actin’ like they’re toddlers and it’s fuckin’ weird. The courts would be spittin’ out shit like “Failure to intervene” or adult responsiblity about capacity, but here? These teens are bein’ treated like helpless babies, innocent bystanders with no agency. That’s the power of indoctrination, it robs a person of their ability to reason, to resist, to respond, and if you’re askin’ me, that’s its own kind of mental illness that is bred from trauma, isolation, inbreeding and the generational chokehold of “God’s Will.” The question ain’t just WHY Ruth snapped, it’s why nobody around her had the mental or emotional firepower to stop it, and that ain’t tragedy shug’, it’s a goddamn indictment of a whole damn family and culture. The courts probably won’t hold these men/babies responsible, since they’ve given her charges regarding them, and being dumb doesn’t necessarily make you complicit, but it’s complicity of the soul, and that is dangerous.

So, Ruth, it’s time girl. It’s time to rip the veil off this masquerade and drag every one of these holy hypocrites into the light and stop lettin’ these bustas’ get a ‘Get out of Jail free’ card! Don’t let them say you were havin’ ‘Religious Delusions’ while they are makin’ money off the same scam. God can speak to them but not to you directly, nah, it can’t be both ways. Ruth, you might be the scapegoat, but you ain’t the root of the problem, you are just the headline. Don’t soft-shoe around the truth, you are not an anomaly, you are now the poster child for what happens when a system of control, shame, silence, and isolation eats through a human, and sometimes you have no choice but to bend or break, and you were obviously wound up like a cheap guitar string. Tell them about all the abuse, the lack of hygiene, children with dentures before they’re even teenagers, and everything which led up to this point. Maybe you wanted out, you wanted freedom, and they harassed and bullied you, which they tend to do. Tell the truth. Don’t let them make this systemic trafficking ring look like a bake sale, it’s deeper, more strategic, more complex, and far more sinister. Expose the wickedness. You aren’t the only guilty party, many others were complicit in their own way, if not directly. You were drowning in silence, shame, and secrecy long before you made it to Atwood Lake. Both acts left the soul gasping for air. What we ain’t gonna’ do is pretend this was one woman’s madness. This was a slow-baked recipe of insularity, obedience, gender control, and silence, served up on your 40th birthday.

It’s easy for us to sit back and judge Ruth Miller, I’m guilty of condemning her act myself, until I did some soul searching and know that we’ve all done some shit that we ain’t proud of, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US! There are so many facets to this story, from the cult to the abuse that almost everyone suffers to some degree, to the blind following of these religions and Gods to some degree is only for acceptance. People are desperate to be accepted, but in Ruth’s case and others like her, she was born into this madness, and was never given a choice to learn, feel, or follow another faith or spiritual path. As a matter of fact, she was given too many choices that didn’t have her cookin’ somethin’, givin’ birth to somethin’, or waitin’ in the bedroom so her husband could have somethin’, all the rest of the times she was expected to be seen and not heard, and when she was screamin’ for help either by voicing it or through actions, nobody paid attention. So, we can all lecture about what she did, but figuring out the WHY is bigger issue, and it’s above her public defender’s pay grade. The Amish who aren’t steppin’ up to help their sister in need are rotten excuses for the Christians they claim to be, and those of you who have dipped into her account and withdrew money, I hope they do a financial trail and follow it back to you ’cause the Amish are scandalous that way, and many other ways, and this woman deserves a good defense like you give every predator with a long list of victims you are content to ignore. Hell, you hold auctions for conniving and undeserving women from here to NEW WILMINGTON, PA who use the money for their own evil schemes, but you wouldn’t help this woman when she needed it fighting for her sanity, and you won’t help her now. They are too busy judging, while claiming to be Christians, when damn near everyone, if not 100% of them are guilty as sin of doing something that would have sent them to prison or the electric chair, they just either didn’t get caught, or they were lightly tapped on the backside by the bishop and given a free pass to break the commandments.

I hardly fuckin’ think that Ruth (and Marcus) got up one day and decided to go fuckin’ apeshit and was able to get her husband on board. Like, it’s my birthday weekend, pass the jam and let’s go drown ourselves in the name of God. No, what appears as a “Snap” is often the final crack in the dam that’s been holdin’ back decades of trauma, shame, and abuse. I ask you again, at the end of the day, what’s the difference between Ruth Miller puttin’ her son in that water and an entire community turnin’ their head away from a child who is being sexually abused or tortured and do absolutely nothin’! One dies in body, the other in soul. I guess the difference is, one makes headlines, and the other makes hush money. Make no mistake, Ruth claims to have heard God’s voice tellin’ her to show her devotion and loyalty to him, but I say she heard the echoes of a system that told her every day of her life that she was worthless without obedience. She didn’t invent this madness, she inherited it.

So today I stand here not to excuse Ruth Miller, but to indict the system that created her. The Amish are not a postcard of butter churns and horse-drawn carriages. They are an unregulated, tax-exempt, self-policing cult that sacrifices children at the altar of reputation and men at the altar of power. They sell us jams and quilts while hidin’ incest, bestiality, child rape, and cover-ups that make the Catholic church look like amateurs.

I’ll also tell you this ladies and gentleman, America is complicit. We’ve allowed these things to happen. We’ve swallowed the fairy tale, let this culture hide behind “religious freedom,” and refused to hold them accountable. Ruth Miller may sit in a jail cell, but the real prison is the culture that built her, and the shame is on all of those who allowed it to happen.

It’s time to end the free pass. Investigate. Regulate. Protect the children. Demand transparency, and stop pretendin’ that a damn outfit and sideways haircut makes someone holy. If we don’t, we’ll be here again, reading another headline, shakin’ our heads, and sayin’, “How could this happen?” when we knew it was happening, was gonna’ happen again, and didn’t do a damn thing to stop it!

Ruth Miller is not the sickness; she is the symptom. the sickness is a culture that worships obedience over truth, reputation over justice, and silence over survival, and until we confront that, no prayer meetin’ in Holme’s County or beyond is gonna’ wash this stain out. So, more regulations for these enclosed societies. These extremist religious groups of high-controlled patriarchy where children are given a script before they learn to read. Let’s have more intervention to check on kids who live with the mentality of ‘Your Worth=Obedience.’ These relgious groups that teach you that you don’t belong to yourself, you belong to the community, the Ordnung, or “The Lord’s Will.” That’s not nurturing, that is programming. The Amish don’t parent, they indoctrinate for subserviates. Instead of dreams, you inherit chores and deadlines. Raised in a system where silence is mandatory and reputation is king. A place where nobody fights for you, so you learn to think that your pain is invisible, your body and mind isn’t yours and after a million prayers, you begin to think that God must not care. It’s a baggage of PTSD, trauma, disassociation, trust issues, and deep shame. Solemn, broken, and hollow on the inside, with many struggling with depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts. Never learning choice, consent, or individuality so forming a healthy relationship is damn near impossible, because they have no blueprint of normal or even acceptable, because the only thing they know is what they’ve been taught to endure, or that the men make the rule and the women follow them. So, we will either continue to allow the repeated cycle of secrecy and abuse or break it at its core. If the Amish are okay with those willing to break the cycle and leave while losing family, community, and faith in the process, then the leaders of this culture should be okay with the same thing happening to them on a larger scale, since what they’re doing isn’t workin’ and hasn’t been for a very long time, it’s just a been a broken shell full of broken souls with misguided traditions and rules to a wicked master and disorderly lunatics who have shown the world that the God and bible they follow isn’t something to aspire to upholding, but more of a ASPD playbook. A group of people void of empathy and aggressive behavior. Those who are quick to incite rules for others to follow but unwilling to follow the rules of the land that are meant for everyone. These Christians who abuse animals as much as people and display their inherent conduct disorders developed and instilled from childhood into adulthood, normalizing the wrong and bucking up against what is right. From puppy mills to sexual sadism, they have conned us into drinkin’ their Kool-Aid and buyin’ their overpriced junk that is outdated and misplaced in modern society, and even if you like it, the product comes assembled through slave labor and tainted with bad juju and hateful propaganda. Shouting homemade craftmanship and leaving out zoophile and bestiality in the signage, the usual M.O. in the discrepancy that comes from the land of Plain Folks hidin’ deep secrets and substance abuse disorders. Ruth Miller and so many others are troddin’ through life with shattered assumptions; where traumatic events have destroyed a person’s core beliefs about the world, not knowing what is safe or if anything is, everything is an illusion.

If religious beliefs are the primary framework for makin’ sense of the world, a traumatic event can cause an existential crisis. Was Ruth doubling down on her faith in order to feel valid because they grow up without security, praise, and recognition. Did this cause her to develop some rigid or even more bazaar belief to make sense of a life that never made sense? Ruth was obviously manic, but what caused it? Did Ruth just need love, comfort, and support, or was she delusional from not havin’ the cognitive skills to handle her inner battles. Studies do show that the more severe the trauma in childhood, the worse the delusions in adulthood, so their foundations is built on an impaired coping mechanism at best, and when faced with somethin’ stressful later in life, someone with unresolved trauma may be more vulnerable to developing a psychotic episode. So, after seeing her in the video and her calm nature, it caused me to look back on some psychology books and it stated that silence in response to a matricide can indicate severe trauma, fear, or maladaptive coping mechanism due to the overwhelming and complex nature of the event, rather than a mental impairment. Stressful situations trigger those who weren’t raised in a safe or supported environment.

Here’s the ember in the ashes so to speak: when someone finally does find their self through therapy, education, leaving a cult, or even just one person sayin’, “I believe in you”, the healing can be profound. Learning to say, this is what I like, this is who I am, this is what I survived is like planting a new root system after being grown in a box. Painful, slow, but life-giving.

A society that denies children identity, choice, and protection is not holy, it’s hostile. You can’t be truly happy if you’ve never had the freedom to explore what happiness even means, and calling a 21-year-old an “old maid” for instance? It’s abuse and when you add sexual abuse to the mix and you’ve got a system that doesn’t just fail women and girls, it devours them.

Real faith, real community, real love? They don’t fear individuality. They don’t demand silence when a child’s body is on the line. They don’t trade identity for obedience. It’s an entire system that values tradition and appearance over the well-being of flesh and blood souls. A culture who has normalized abuse to the point it’s desensitized them to right and wrong, and this is what happens when appearances matter more than truth.

Ruth Miller is not just a headline, she’s the livin’, bleeding question mark haningin’ over a cult we’ve all allowed to hide behind blue curtains, buggies, and brands while committing atrocities in plain sight. Now, the mask has slipped, and the world is finally seeing, in real time, the cost of bondage disguised as tradition.

If you or someone you know needs help: RAINN 800-656-HOPE • National Suicide & Crisis Lifeline 988 • National Human Trafficking Hotline 888-373-7888 (text 233733). And if you’re a donor moved by glossy brochures, ask for receipts, independent audits, licensed clinicians, real safeguarding, because love without accountability is just PR.

Sources: WKYC; CBS News; ABC News; News 5 Cleveland; Court TV. (4WKYC, 4CBS News)