Today was interesting to say the least. Let me start with what happened the other day. The other day a man in my apartment community was angry and kicked over our fire pit leaving scorch marks on the ground. He’s being evicted for his stupid antics. That’s been on everyone’s mind and the subject of a lot of talk for the last few days. It was also discussed today when my friend and I did our two mile walk together. After we came back from the walk we heard the sound of glass breaking outside the door. I didn’t even check to see what it was. I thought someone was arguing or something UNTIL of course someone screamed “fire”. Continue reading ‘Fire and Two Little Ducks’
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I think people should have to carry a license that certifies them as capable of 1) properly raising a child and 2) raising said child along side other families. If people aren’t capable of doing that they should be sterilized, yes, I said sterilized because that way I don’t have to go outside and interrupt their Jerry Springer-like lives just to get my neighborhood back on track. This is in fact my neighborhood. It’s MY STREET. Austin Street, and all the kids know it. I’ve already told them not to act crazy on my corner. I don’t have issues with anyone in my neighborhood and the kids are quite respectful to me… cause it’s my street!
Continue reading ‘Please Return to the Trailer Park Immediately’
In 4 hours Michael Jackson sold 750,00 tickets for his good bye concert.
Translation: In 4 hours 750,000 people turned their heads and willingly ignored the safety of children. In 4 hours 750,00 people told Michael Jackson it’s okay to be a pedophile. Seven-hundred-fifty-thousand people slapped every survivor across the globe in the face. Thanks for that. Have a good time at the concert.
When Chris Brown savagely beat Rhianna his music was ripped off music stations quickly. I was proud that so many took a stand against his violence. Not many are willing to make jokes about this type of domestic violence but when it comes to pedophiles hey, let the jokes fly. I can guarantee you Leno and Letterman will have a field day with child molestation jokes.
Austin
Let’s take a trip to Belgium where a guy for years molested young girls and left them to starve to death in his cellar. His wife and another female knew about the girls that had been taken but said nothing. They killed and tortured numerous children and at least one adult.
A young boy in California wondered into a business. He was starved, chained and in underwear. He’d been kept as a prisoner, sexually assaulted and beaten.
Here in my own state two “people” caged and starved their adopted kids and walked away with a $500 fine and a few short years of probation. WOW! The value of a child’s life is down to a few hundred dollars. One has to wonder what sort of message is being sent to the adopted children caged at the once respected Four Seasons Farm where equine services for the disabled were offered.
In Indiana two young boys were set on fire 4 times before being permanently removed from their home. I’ve talked about them on this blog several times.
My point is this, the people we hear about on the news aren’t that far away. Survivors of this magnitude of trauma are our neighbors, friends and family. We are teachers, doctors and grocery store clerks. This is not happening “just” to people in the news or people across the country.
After reading Enola’s entry outlining the outrageous and baffling comments by a lawmaker, reasonable people could feel nothing less than sadness, despair and heart stopping fear for the degraded condition this society has settled itself into and gotten comfortable in. Her entry outlines a defense attorney’s horrific comments as he discusses child rape and the death penalty. The YouTube presentation is one that I personally will remember. His words are here: “I’m going to make sure that the rest of their life is ruined, that when they’re 8 years old, they throw up; when they’re 12 years old, they won’t sleep; when they’re 19 years old, they’ll have nightmares and they’ll never have a relationship with anybody.” Clearly he has never heard of the ideals behind the Decleration of the Rights of Children or it’s amendments. If he had any idea at all what it means to do the right thing he would have kept his mouth shut. If he had any listened to himself just once he would hear himself go against every single idea there is behind caring for and loving our children. Continue reading ‘Declaration of the Rights of the Child’
I’ve run across these images and the slideshows of these children so much. I’ve been quiet about this long enough. When I look at these children I see deep, deep sadness. When I look at the poses the photographer puts the little girl in I see a child posed in a sexualized way. You see the little boy with scars on his face, hopefully mock injuries but offensive non-the less. He too is in objectionable poses. These images are not beautiful, they’re disturbing. My God the little girl has what looks like blood photoshopped in on her chest and face. Who does this to their own child?
There is a difference between a photograph of a beautiful child and a seductively posed child. These are seductive not innocent and childlike as she claims. It angers me beyond belief to see these images and it’s about damn time I said it.
Austin
M (age 14) wasn’t yet across the street so he had no clue he was being blamed for everything.
Concerned Neighbor wanted to say: Jail! You in jail? You’re the same kid who got his ass kicked by a skinny little something. You fell on the ground and cried like a girl because he kicked you. What on earth do you think you’d do when some big boys get a hold of you?
Concerned Neighbor said- Probation? You’re 13. You shouldn’t even know the word probation.
Little Pimp wanna be (age 9) stood white as snow nearly in tears next to Cry Baby and his little brother. M was still across the street hiding in the bushes. They kept calling to him. I wasn’t sure if he was going to run or join the blame party. Finally he came over and stood with us.
Cry Baby’s brother (age 9)- If you call the police my Dad is going to whoop my ass. Continue reading ‘Four Boys and A Neighbor’
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