These days the Crone walks among us.

And guess what she has been doing since 2011 when she began the Blog?  She has been in a spiritual battle with the Son of Perdition aka East Area Rapist who has successfully pulled off one of the most astounding frame jobs of the century maybe even of the melinia.  The very fact that an innocent man is presently sitting in jail awaiting trial for something I know 100% is a frame job orchestrated by the REAL EAST AREA RAPIST I couldn't live with myself if I did nothing and watched this poor Joseph DeAngelo be led the the electric chair.  Twitter suspended my account and Facebook shut me down for 30 days because I was ranting about this.  For the last year on Twitter I was pouring fourth everything I could remember as to what led me to this belief all the while battling THE EAST AREA RAPIST  trying to smut up my reputation.  And all the while grieving for that poor innocent man Joseph Deangelo having such heinous crimes being lumped on him.  It makes me wonder if this is a test to see my moral integrity if I could actually allow an innocent man to be led to the electric chair and say nothing.   That would be the death of me as well I could never do that!  The fact is Joseph Deangelo was framed by his biological son Jeff Bareilles  and Dennis Valenty.  Dennis being the ringleader of the two.  I came about this understanding through nothing short of a miracle I truly attribute it to a divine intervention because I was dating Dennis Valenty for about 10 years had feelings for him he was fun to hang out with when this revelation unfolded for me and shaken me to the core.  With every story I read on THE EAST AREA RAPIST without fail it triggers a memory of a random conversation I had while dating Dennis.  Starting with the blue paint chips always being found at the crime scenes .   After reading that I was taken back to a conversation I had with Dennis about when he was a subcontractor as a painter and he painted warehouse interiors.  Just out of curiosity I wanted to know how he cleaned his painting apparatus when he needed to change colors?  His answer was simply he didn't change colors he just used one color.  What color was that?  I asked and his response was light blue.  The second clue I came upon that corresponded with another memory of a conversation was a three toed dog being found dead at a crime scene after reading that I flashed on a story Dennis told me once where he was peeping on a couple having sex and him being almost discovered and having to run through thick Ivy with his dog and while hiding in the ivy he choked out his own beloved dog to prevent him from barking.  Needless to say that couple ended up dead .  That part Dennis conveniently left out.   It was the one time I ever saw him cry was telling me about this dog he once had that he was forced to kill out of self preservation.  What a hellish memory for him to have in a sick way almost poetic karma.