Will Wagler the Father: Wagler & Garrett Family Feud

Well Mom and Dad and Dear Wagler Family,

It appears Will Wagler was the father of my twins. Yes, the same Will Wagler from Jr. High, who I had a crush on for 3 years, who was always a jerk. Who knew who I was all along, when he ran into me in Washington D.C., over a decade later.

Who was, by then, an undercover something-or-other and screwing anything on legs. With a swinger partner who had a matching spider tatoo on her fucking leg to correspond with his cobweb tatoos on his elbows. Spiderman and Spiderwoman and I was
the surrogate Mama--oh, Bug. I was the bug in their fucking web.

No wonder he never liked it when I played "Bizarre Love Triangle". Ha!

I think I've got one even better than Princess Diana's. I wish she were alive today and we were friends.

The FBI knew all of this, all along. After everything I had been though, they went along with this one too, and thought it was great fun. When they thought they might be in trouble, they decided to try to persuade me this was a fun little romantic secret. While, at the same time, they were trying to frame me to land me in fucking jail.

I wonder what Wendell is preaching this Sunday?

Love Thy Neighbor as Thyself?

Oh, no, how about "Fuck Thy Unsuspecting Neighbor". Play on all the information you have on someone, and fuck them over. Make sure you dig into all the vulnerable soft spots until you have your jack-o-lantern just the way you like it. Hard, and with holes and a phoney tooth smile.

Wendell, Wendy, and Will. And I don't even remember what his mom's name was or is. Just a bunch of double-"you's".

I wonder what Wendy was doing at the library? She sure didn't come over to say hello or wave in a friendly manner. Maybe she didn't like reading about how her brother likes to fuck women in the ass? or how I wouldn't let him fuck ME in the ass?

THAT'S what the fucking jar of vaseline on Will's nightstand was for, in Jr. High. Anitra and me, well...we wondered. Will told us not to be perverts. Look who turned out holier than hell.

I wonder if the Wagler's went to the Spider-wedding? I mean, what was THAT like? Halloween? rock climbing on the walls at the reception?

Jewish? Will? ummm...not unless his whole family has been hiding a major secret all these years and the only code was the star on his always-worn converse shoes, and I would say Pastor Wagler did a great job of finding a cover. But now, I think he's ready to cross over. Reform only because he could never be kosher.

I wondered where Nicki got all of her lovers. Nicki could look somewhat mousy but must have been a tiger in bed, for her Secret Service lovers to hunt her down from all over the U.S. She showed me photos and I wondered where she was finding these men--they were all intelligence, secret service, government guys who were tall and goodlooking and just wanted a one-nighter. The ties that bind. And then she helped Will hunt down his lovers. That was certainly interesting. Ms. Vienna Swallows and there was probably a Ms. Alexandria Ass and maybe a Ms. D.C. Deepthroat.

I guess I was Ms. Jr. High Fantasy Conquest. Nice. Nice how he was "there" for me when I the babies were dying in the hospital and I was alone, too. That was something to treasure forever.

You can take your fucking music, your fucking "Purple Rain" song and shove it up your ass. You listen to that song sometime, a song full of sad and sorry excuses, and think about what really happened and what it was about...It was about your own selfish fucking interests and conquest. You played me, and you knew how to play me and you did it knowingly and then wanted it to be in secret. Secret from Jewish Girlfriend, Secret from Nicki Spiderwoman Partner, and Secret from the FBI, and Secret From the World. You want what you want, when you want, on your time, your dime, however you want it is the way YOU want it.

Purple Rain. You think you are a king. You are the king of the fucking sorry swinger jungle.

And I am not EVEN DONE YET! There is no song to pacify me, there are no words which will make up for what has happened and what I have been through, and all the while, as I'm being assaulted and denied normal medical attention, and deprived of my son, I have the FUCKING CIA and FBI asking me to be a spy and trying to divert my attentionn to THEIR causes and interests, knowing full well they are so liable for so much FBI agent shit they should just stop digging and lie down and take a fucking NAP.

All this, and expecting ME to go back to Wenatchee with NOTHING, and just trapped, knowing all along what has been going on and thinking you can ignore it all and that I should jump through hoops I never should have been made to jump through.

GIVE ME MY SON or there will be more going online.

I will put every fucking photo of you, Chris/Will, online. You are useless to the CIA and FBI now. And I will put up all of the other shit I know unless I get my son back.

YOU FUCKED WITH ME and the FBI FUCKED WITH ME and I am going to FUCK YOU UP.

That's for my SON.

FUCKERS.

And for the fellow fuckers from the FBI and military who say I'm trashy and no-good and that this is proof, I was the only one, out of all of you, who took a drink out of his hand, or prayed for him when he was about to die because of your fucking agendas. I was the only one who really cared about his health or his life, so take your trash talk outside and tell it to Jesus.