Rapunzel Rapunzel don’t give up.
It’s funny that after all this time the truth is starting to present itself.
The story about Rapunzel can be so relatable to children.
Rapunzel is a German fairy tale in the Brothers Grimm collection of stories, and was first published in 1812 and is based off of much older stories and myths and so on down the line.
We all kind of know the plot in this day and age thanks to the Disney movie Tangled, but with Rapunzel, the book goes a little differently. A lonely couple longing for a child of their own, cross a witch who lives next to them by stealing and consuming the witches Rapunzel flowers. The father trades his unborn child for the forgiveness of the witch because he fears for his wife’s life and surrenders the child over to her evilness at birth. The child is named after the flower that brought her to the witch and grows up to be the most beautiful girl in all the land. The witch keeps the girl locked up and hidden from the truth about her origins and strokes her own ego by forcing the girl to submit to unreasonable requests. (Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair so I may climb my golden stair.) Then one day a prince comes along to save her. The witch torments the poor girl before disowning her because of the prince. The stories never say if Rapunzel ever gets to see her parents again but I am glad to know she learns that the witch is just a witch.
How delusional does a grandparent have to be to convince his/her self that they can brainwash a child into believing that: somehow, the much too old grandparent is the actual blood parent? How sick would that person have to be to keep that story up for over a decade? How mad do you think they would be when the child begins to question why these parental figures are so much older than his/her friend’s parental figures? How do you think the child would feel knowing that the truth is out there and they are being kept from it to appease the egos of two aging individuals trying to get it right on a second try. Second try? Yeah when you and your religion messed up the minds of your first children you steal the grandchildren and try again.
Now I am not naming names, nor am I inferring that this is in any way addressed to anyone in particular. I am just asking in general, how messed up would that person have to be?
Messed up enough to lock that child away like Rapunzel? Lock her far away from the big bad internet? Keep her from the truth? Disown her like Jehovah witnesses supposedly say to do? I’m sure they would.
Humans are strange creatures and feel the need to hide things that would shatter their own
belief on how reality should be. The story of Rapunzel, not Tangled appeals to me in a unique way. I feel for Rapunzel because I know there are still evils in the world that only time can resolve. Imagine dealing with a modern day witch, you make a poor choice, the witch steals your child and uses the binds of our blind justice system to hold your kid captive. Modern day witches use the spells of our courts bind their victims, thank goodness our founders thought this may happen and provided me/us with a way out.
A picture is worth a thousand words. So I don’t actually need a thousand pictures to spread the truth.
Surprising how when you catch someone in the act of treachery they strike out like venomous creatures poised on your demise. I am all for the truth and if the truth falls from my favor I will bow out respectably.
Let the vileness continue and I will stand alone in your field of evil like an old oak tree, unmovable; arms spread out like great branches to welcome that one who chooses to hear a truth whispered on the wind, the truth she always knew she knew.
Boy this is an old picture of Michael his girlfriend at the time Elisha Shirk and their child Arianna.
Someday I’ll have to answer for not knowing how to fight harder.
See here is the thing. I own these pictures and I cannot be told to remove them. Now if you truly believe that you somehow birthed this child I will gladly give up blood to be tested and if I am not the father then you’ll never have to read anything by me again…
First contact
When your heart pounds through your chest it’s hard to sleep.
(Even when you have a plane to catch in the morning)
I left bread crumbs so you could find your way.
(Google made it easy)
I have no secrets to keep from you.
(Ask me and I’ll tell you everything)
Michael Trump 