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Hell’s Belle, Sister Angeline

It was late 1962 and time for me to start school for the first time ever. Just my luck, I got put in Sister Angeline’s first-grade class. This Catholic nun was a real terror, a diminutive, plump woman fully robed in black and a bit of white with a sharply winged white cornette that made her appear to be over five feet tall, although her real height was more like 4’6”. The only time she wasn’t angry was when she’d successfully humiliated and/or hurt some six-year-old child for some crime like talking out of turn or peeing in one’s chair for fear of raising one’s hand to be excused to the bathroom. Humiliating and terrorizing children always put a little closed-mouth grin of satisfaction on her face, for a moment anyways.

She was perhaps 60 years old at the time, hard to be certain because we never saw anything but her face and her hands. Her hair color was a mystery, always fully covered by headdresses, usually the severest of cornettes. I imagined her hair was grayish. She strongly resembled the actress Zelda Rubinstein, but was not as fleshy or double-chinned, as Angeline was chubby, not fat. And Angeline’s big eyes were a piercing icy blue, not brown. Rubinstein played the eccentric medium, Tangina Barrons, in the early Poltergeist movies.

Church and school today, with Sister Angeline’s same old classroom obscured by cars in the background.

Sister Angeline was infamous for her clicker, which I believe she called a frog, a hand-held metal object with a springy thumb tab that made a loud clicking noise when she’d furiously press it, rapid fire when needed. It was a sound that struck alarm and fear in the more timid of her flock of little children, and induced more of a snicker of defiance in the bolder among us, who were yet also fearful of the demonic nun once they’d gone too far or got caught committing some sin.

Fear urination and vomiting were a regular part of the day in the holy Sister’s classroom.

QUIET was the rule for Sister Angeline’s class, including in the lunch area. Only speak when called upon to speak, by her, and you’d better have the right answer. At lunchtime, while other classes sat straddling their benches talking a bit or otherwise being insolent (a testament to the contemptible laxity of other teachers), our class was dead silent, eating every speck of our lunches in the proper order, often without tasting anything, chewing thoroughly and swallowing each lump of less than wanted nourishment in fear, looking straight ahead. (Ah, a touch of home though, those lunches, made by our moms, and how we longed to be home!) It was very hard to work up an appetite when one felt nauseous most of the time, from a mixture of fear and loathing of the short woman with the hateful glare. Those light blue eyes felt like daggers when they’d bore into you, so you’d do anything to avoid attracting her attention.

But then, lo and behold, that obedient silence and rigidness would attract her attention! I sat in her classroom once, concentrating on the alphabet or something and suddenly she loomed over me, seething eyes penetrating my soul, and she roared, “You think all you have to do is sit there and look pretty?!!” “No, Sister, I’m paying attention,” I replied, or something similar. She bristled and huffed and walked away, seemingly satisfied with the abject fear on my face and in my trembling voice.

She reduced me and others to feeling like bawling infants who didn’t dare let it out. Image source: sisterwolf.tumblr.com

I had several instances of vomiting and peeing in class and so did several other kids. If one dared to raise one’s hand and ask to go to the restroom, she’d always shout something humiliating like, “You should’ve thought of that before class! You’ll wait till recess, dodo bird!” Needless to say, with the urgent need to urinate combined with the terror, the urine flowed in that classroom. Vomiting usually occurred after lunch, with food struggling to be digested in extremely nervous stomachs, and failing and spewing out onto the floor. The smell of vomit is a prominent memory from those days. At the vomiting she was really furious, embarrassed to be calling on the janitor every day to throw sawdust onto yet another puddle of puke from some “insolent” child. The janitor calmly took it all in stride as if he’d been doing same with this crazy woman and her first-graders for some time.

Filthy sinner child, confess and do penance!

Sister would pick some boys up out of their seats by an ear and drag them across the room to be shut in the closet, or under her desk, or to face the Virgin Mary statue in the corner for an hour or so, for some crime like uttering a word or two without permission, perhaps to ask a question, or for not paying strict attention to her. How dare they! One raised one’s hand and waited patiently for the good Sister to call on one if one had a question or statement. If not, expect possibly to be slapped hard upside your head. Hard enough to hurt badly and shock you, not hard enough to do actual injury, mind you. Even Angeline had rules to follow. The church and school frowned upon lawsuits, naturally.

My mischievous friend Coleen often got in trouble with Sister Angeline, since Coleen was loud and assertive and liked to clown around. Even though her natural ways were severely constricted under Angeline’s rule, Coleen would occasionally laugh out loud at something or commit some other crime, and she was grabbed and led by ear to sit under Angeline’s desk. When teacher sat down at her desk with Coleen under it, Coleen peaked out through the gap at the bottom of the desk to face the class and made the “stinky” symbol by holding her nose and grimacing. Several kids saw that and burst out laughing.

Strictly disallowed!

“Is something so funny?!” the little nun growled. “Someone tell me what’s so funny or you’ll all get ten demerits and stay after school for detention!” No one spoke up; Coleen’s face was no longer visible as even she was scared then, and I believe we all did get the punishment promised, since Angeline wasn’t one to not follow through on her threats.

The old standby, the famous nuns’ ruler smack across a kid’s little knuckles.

Angeline also wielded the wooden ruler and used it with a demented sort of enjoyment I’d never witnessed before. She’d whack kids’ knuckles with a flourish and it was so loud an impact that I’d jump at each lashing, until I became accustomed to it anyways. I don’t remember her ever doing that to girls, just boys, although with Coleen there may have been an exception.

It appeared that the good Sister took the lyrics to the old song, “School Days,” to heart:

Reading and writing and ‘rithmetic

Taught to the tune of the hickory stick

The main thing you’d better have done in Angeline’s classroom was to learn her lessons and learn them well, so the alphabet, basic reading and writing, basic math, and the introductory religious dogma, we were all really good at, due to fear. Only the truly learning impaired kids failed to pick up on and grasp everything this evil little woman taught us. But we’d have all learned just as well with a teacher who wasn’t a tiny monster, who didn’t terrorize us into learning.

Imagine; this was my first school experience. I’d never gone to kindergarten or nursery school and started first grade when I was still five, nearing age six. So I think I may have been even more traumatized by the Angeline experience than the other kids, but I don’t know their stories so cannot be sure. It was an awful experience for a six-year-old girl or any child, and it shouldn’t have even been possible for such a crazy, mean, vicious woman to be put in charge of children of any age. But it was possible, because of the way the religion works and the way Christianity in general casts us all as sinners merely for being born, and having Christ’s crucifixion held over our guilty little heads as the reason we must confess our guilt and do continual penance for being so very rotten. The love for Jesus was paramount, even more than the guilty self-loathing. I assume all that sort of training played a big role in the dementia and cruelty of Sister Angeline. In later years, every teacher I had at that school, whether a nun or not, seemed absolutely angelic in comparison with The One.

Snitching on the holy woman was also terroristically advised against.

Sister Angeline conveyed to us all by some mysterious means that we were not to get her in trouble for her “strictness.” So it seems we were all hesitant to let our parents know exactly what was going on, or at least I was afraid to do so. But when things got bad enough and I would be extremely sick and nauseous before heading off to school and begging to stay home, tales of Angeline terror could be coaxed from me by my mom. She was saddened and horrified, but my dad, mainly at the urging of his devoutly religious Catholic sister-in-law, would convince me to hush up, that it was just the teacher’s being strict, and for me to not be so upset by it. Just laugh it off, he seemed to say. Oh how I tried, but no go. Both my parents did once have a meeting with Sister Angeline and school officials, but were dismissed with pretty much the same advice my dad gave me. Shocking to me then, but not at all now, after all I’ve learned about that church’s policies regarding pedophile priests.

Anyhow, that’s one standout life experience that formed who I became and who I am today, for whatever that’s worth. I never wanted to be anything even remotely similar to that little terror of a nun. Although I never could figure out exactly what she was. Except for evil, and extremely, devoutly Catholic.

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Meet the Outlaw Hellbeasts (as opposed to those gainfully employed)

Interesting site, showcasing a slaughter-based civilization’s many lowly creations: Go here.

Please don’t take offense at the term “beasts” as meaning “animals.” I’m sure that was not the site creator’s intent. Hellbeasts (as opposed to innocent beasts) are solely of the human variety. Read all about ‘em, so many!

Ted Bundy, prolific torturer/murderer of animals and humans, dead by execution. Source: State Archives of Florida, Florida Memory

Under the “animal abuse” tag, please realize that if those people had some suitable career ambitions, instead of jail terms and/or fines, there’d be satisfying, lucrative places of employment for them among their own kind, in several industries which a good number of arrogant fools calling themselves “humanity” find necessary and acceptable, even to the point of being proud of it and “happy.”

Animal vivisection (“searching for cures”), food production (farms & slaughterhouses), circus animal training, puppy growing (mills), luxury clothing production (fur farms, trapping), etc., etc. …they all need workers, don’t they? Gotta keep all the yahoos on meds, entertained, and looking special.

As much as I love certain individuals, forever…

…and as decent as I always am to most everyone, I do hate “us”—the “wise and kind” species—and any wicked, fake “god” behind this hell on Earth. The source of all real love and goodness is evidently elsewhere, and it is imperative for the decent among us to get back there.

As if animals don’t already have enough to contend with all by themselves in nature and elsewhere. Then there are the 7+billion-and-continually-multiplying active “humans” aggressively stomping all over the world, with most spouting animal-loving platitudes out the other side of their mouths.

They’re also the self-proclaimed apex predators of the planet, while needing manmade, outrageously unfair weapons and extreme human deviousness to bring down the animals, who have only their own minds and bodies for defense. Those artificial and unfair practices people call “natural,” while bitching at vegans for using B12 supplement, and possibly a few others, for being “unnatural” and “needing technology to survive.” Hypocrisy at its worst.

When the vast majority of us stop all this delusional crap…

…and become animal rescuers and diehard vegans, and our animal torture industries are all dying out, only then will we be on our way to what we’ve always claimed to be. Until then, the Hellbeasts will always be among us making life largely a nightmare for countless sweet lives, animal and human alike. And yes, I include people who still eat animals as sweet lives who deserve none of this insane suffering. They apparently still do not know what they do. But as long as they’re not fighting against animal liberation and not condemning veganism, they are more good than evil and thereby decent.

Sorry for the disjointedness; I just needed to rant after reading about a tiny baby’s months-long torture-murder on the Hellbeasts site. Done by her own parents. This was the 2012 case of Mary Webb and her prized man Robert Molinski who tortured babies Piper and Ella for four months. Piper finally died.

Godforsaken hell.
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Humanity’s Self-Taught, Eagerly Learned, Yet Forever Denied Sociopathy

[UPDATED August 1, 2017, two links added]

By Kevin Dooley on Flickr – “Corporate Bully”

I’m currently reading “Guilty by Reason of Insanity” by Dorothy Otnow Lewis, MD, and it’s an exercise in fascination as well as irritation. She’s an engaging writer and the knowledge one can gain from her cases is intense, as long as you can overlook her personal boasting and liberal bias. Her accounts are inconsistent. She once again proved to me that even a highly trained psychiatrist is subject to a form of mental illness, and denial of such. Yet I still love reading this book…it is that well written and the cases are that interesting, if highly disturbing, and often left unfinished by her.

For just one example…

She’s proud to be the last woman who kissed Ted Bundy, and survived, as one who did extensive interviews with him on Death Row. Maddeningly, she does not delve into her discussions with Bundy except for brief excerpts that reveal nothing about him except for his great rapport with her, of which she seems proud. Bundy of course was the world famous sadistic rapist and serial killer who years ago was executed for his crimes. He of course tortured animals in his past.

Further, Lewis, who occasionally and briefly mentions the abuse of animals as a disturbing foreteller of violence and murder of humans, fails to make the connection in her own life and habits such as her enjoyment of hearty meat/egg/dairy filled breakfasts and such. She describes a knife used in a heinous murder as one normally used to cut meat, as if human flesh is not also meat.

Also, she apparently approves of animal vivisection. She writes of an example of brain injuries causing extreme violence, citing sadistic experiments on “decorticate” cats where the cat’s cortex is separated surgically from the rest of the brain. That is extreme madness in itself, subhumanly sadistic behavior. The fact that Lewis blithely cites it tells me the woman is unhinged in her own special way. No excuse justifies such things. Human brain research exists proving the effects of brain damage in humans.

But one chapter of Lewis’s book especially got to me…

And that’s the main subject of this piece. It’s the story of Roger, a Death Row inmate there for the brutal murder of a woman, her small child and their sheepdog. Roger could not remember anything about the murders nor about his and his three brothers’ childhood full of torture and rape. Their tortures occurred on an animal farm in Seattle, Washington, the home of “Mother Carry,” a crazed religious zealot, and her 20-year-old son, Hyram. Annoyingly, again, Lewis doesn’t state a timeframe for this case, but I deduced that the farm episode was likely in the 1960s…

Roger and his three brothers had been placed in foster “care” on that farm due to abuse and neglect in their own home. The four brothers were so traumatized by their time on that farm that they all pretty much blocked it out and drank and/or drugged themselves into oblivion regularly if the memories threatened to invade their minds once again. Following is an excerpt from Lewis’s book that details the tortures those four boys endured as well as what those animals endured, on pages 134–135, but Roger’s story starts on page 131:

https://books.google.com/books?id=_JSPxFzNpQEC&pg=PA134&dq=mother+carry+and+son+hyram#v=snippet&q=134

By Stacie on Flickr – “baby lambs”

So, after reading that, among all the other past and current accounts of horrendous tortures occurring in animal “farms,” does anyone still think animal farming and slaughter do not attract, nurture the sickness in, fuel and propagate, as well as create, violent criminals and sadistic psychopaths? If you’re still of that mindset, then you’re horribly mistaken, to put it mildly. Violent human-on-human crime rates including torture, rape and murder are far higher among animal farm and slaughter workers (and other animal abuse industries) than among any other group or among the general population.

Interesting article here: https://www.thestar.com/news/insight/2010/05/14/probing_the_link_between_slaughterhouses_and_violent_crime.html. Please realize, it’s not only the workers who are mentally/emotionally damaged by these violent, ruthless practices…all of us human beings, collectively and individually, are badly affected as well.

“Oh, but I know a guy who works in slaughter and he’s nice”

No, the fact that “most” slaughter workers aren’t violent or murderous against humans proves nothing. A few are decent people doing an ugly job out of desperation (while they could be making plant foods instead, if we were all vegan). One of their stories is here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/anna-pippus/meet-the-former-slaughter_b_10199262.html. The rest, so well trained in brutality and killing, restrain themselves from violent/sadistic acts upon people, for self-preservation, and others simply avoid culpability by not getting caught. The rest are the ones we hear about in the news.

What are slaughter workers to think when people’s abuse of animals is known as fact to be a disturbing, cowardly, creepy crime committed by those without a conscience, and yet society at large happily (yet quietly and in denial) approves of their daily torture and bloody slaughter of innocent, docile animals? Can people even register the level of sickness and evil that’s been allowed to fester among our species? And for these frivolous desires (like burgers) that have nothing to do with real need and are even damaging to our physical health, aside from the mental.

So if you’re not vegan…

Please rethink what you’re eating and supporting…get honest…then be vegan, for sane ethics and for life. And be smart about it, don’t allow yourself to become an example of “failure” because you only eat pasta and lettuce, or sugary junk foods, or whatever. Study nutrition a bit, using objective sources, not industry propaganda, and eat right and get enough exercise. It’s not so hard.

Anyhow, I’m just sick after reading about “Mother Carry” and her deranged Hyram and that dismal “farm” of theirs. Baby animals tortured mercilessly, that was all vile enough, then there were the boys. There was no followup about them in Lewis’s book (another irritation) and I can find nothing about those two on the web. Apparently they went off scot-free and likely tortured thousands more animals and many kids over the years, as a “foster home” regularly used by the state. Hopefully they died long ago and are in Hell where they belong, despite the mother’s “devotion to Jesus.”

These people lacking conscience have got to stop being used for food production or anything else. They belong in intensive mental health care for life and could be phased out if our species ended its collective dementia, exorcised it at its roots. Then the child abuse, torture, rape behind all violent crime could stop being fed by society’s tacit approval in the form of the psychopathy required for us all to be fed by sadistic people who prey upon the helpless.

First, the denials and glaring hypocrisy have got to be brought into full light, and ended.