The B&S RAILROAD JOB, PART II - The Drug Thingymabob

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OK America...I'm afraid I have to lie to you again.  See, I swore to you, not all that long ago, that, aside from our court war for adjudication on September 12, the Year of our Lord, 2014, that I wouldn't post another thing that concerned my personal life in this blog.  Well, I'm afraid that something so ridiculous has happened today, that I'm just going to have to break that promise.  Let it be also known that the horrific nature of this out and out falsehood is so gigantic and so much an attempt to shut me up, that you will not be sorry when I break that promise, I swear it.

A week ago, I was court-ordered finally (and, as this would be the only way that I would do what DHS asked me to do) to do a hair follicle drug test.  My wife, who gave of her hair immediately after they took the baby, was told that the drug testing center took too much fake hair along with her real hair and too much of it was in the test envelope to come back with good results, so hers would have to be done again. Around the time we were told about that, it was around the time that, we were both court-ordered to do a test that would yield results, either negative or positive, and for what, if positive.  What happened next will amaze and nauseate even the most staunch supporter of DHS and their absolute necessity, when it comes to the safety of our children.  Please, if you will, read on.

First of all, if this place we went to is someone that the state trusts to do this hair follicle drug test on a regular basis (and I know that it's a regular basis, because one of the two friends I referred to that had also been done in by DHS had me give her rides to this place...so I knew full well where it was located) then tell me how it is, on a black woman with fake hair woven into braids (which were OBVIOUSLY differently colored), whose real hair is 10 times longer than mine, and whose braids have been growing out for almost two months, messes up getting enough real hair to do an accurate test?  We'll get back to that.

So now I've been ordered.  OK, I'll play the game, see where we end up.  So, since this is my first hair follicle test EVER, I walk into this place, named something something family services (family services my ass), on Merle Hay Road, fully expecting to see a fully functional drug testing facility of the higher order.  I mean, it should be...these people are to be responsible for the fate of families in Des Moines and all over Iowa, right?  Now I've done urine drug testing so many times, it hurts to talk about it.  Many a job has required that I visit these places, and, of course, have come back with more than shining results, 100% of the time.  In other words, when you're sent to these places, and you know where you're going and for what, you see what you expect.  A pseudo-sterile place with gloves and urine cups, and signs over the toilet that tell you not to flush when you pee.

Imagine my surprise, then, to walk into the "office"....well, let's just say I've seen apartments in the hood that looked more sterile than this place.  The SHAG CARPET in this place looked as though it had not been vacuumed in months, and a lone desk graced the "reception area""...A huge front room that boasted a beat up reception style desk with a man sitting at it.  There was no multi-line phone, no receptionist, no file cabinets, no nothing.  Not even a magazine pile, or a chair to sit in even if there were magazines to read.  Just this desk and the guy sitting at it.  There were maybe 3 or 4 forms, un-filled out sitting on the desk, along with a pair of purple grade school-style scissors sitting next to them, along with a pen and a pad of paper.  He was the only person in the place; and after greeting me at the door, he then asked that I come into another office, just off to the side.  It soon became apparent to me that this was a little on the weird and irregular side.  I quickly thought to myself..."This is the place they do drug tests?"...My wife agreed with that when I brought it up to her as being her first thought as well.

He gave me one look (as the receptionist) and said..."I'm gonna have to butcher you to get enough hair for this".  I appreciated his professional nature a whole lot more after this statement.

Then, he picked up the school scissors and bade me follow him into his now mock office/laboratory, where he proceeded to massacre the back of my head for hair.  He snipped off quite a bit, told me it was noticeable, then placed the waiting hair into an envelope.  It would be nearly 7 long days before I discovered what our obvious results would be.  Clean, green and a testament to our drug-free environment.

What happened next about sent me to the hospital emergency room.  Her "bff", Nikki, sent to us by DHS to be the mother's new best friend (someone who had been brain-washed and railroaded by DHS as well at some point in her life, someone I immediately informed my wife she should not ever trust with even one detail of our personal life), informed us that the results had come back....and were not good.  My wife called me with the good news.

We both showed positive for meth use.  Oh, and Amphetamines too.  Evidently they weren't getting far enough with calling it a single drug, they had to split it up to make it two, obviously because they were having trouble making just one stick...who knows.  Crazier still, they show her as coming up 2x as dirty as I do.  I tested barely dirty.  They show dirty after 500 somethings, I came up at 558.  She came up at 850.

Now, I told you America...I told you that it was somewhere around just a little possible that I MIGHT show positive for SOMETHING....the chances should have been around the 10% mark.  But LIZ????  Meth?? The girl practically died (for real) when she took a hit of pot once some 5 years ago.  She had to go to the hospital.  Before that?  She'd never even tried it, not even once in her entire life.  Me?  You're lucky to find 2 aspirin in my hands.  ELIZABETH = METH?  Totally, absolutely, without question...a major falsification, and outright bold-faced fairy tale.  I had to teach her how to drink a mixed drink for chrissakes!!!!

I"m afraid that this is truly on now America.  Call ME what you wanna, I can take it.  Call my wife a drug user, and I'm afraid you got nothing but pain coming your way for the rest of your days.  DHS?  IT'S ON MF!!  You and me?  We're going places.  Right up the hill...to the supreme court and beyond.  I will not rest until this absolute travesty is exposed, and I get to pick your office's dead carcass off the road.  Emily?  Your job is most certainly and absolutely still in dire risk.  Might as well make your retirement plans now, you will be fired, re-located....SOMETHING.  I will write congressmen until I get my way; they'll know me by name and cringe at every letter and email they receive concerning that name.  I promise that they'll be happy about term limits...and if there aren't any, well, then they'll wish they'd chosen another profession.  I will not sleep until everyone who had anything to do with this case is at home forever watching movies and ice cream and remembering how good they had it, once.

Please, everyone.  Remember and know this, that this will be the last and final DHS snow job to ever be he seen in this country, after I win.  No more will that name strike fear in the hearts of families across the nation.  I will be your personal advocate.  I will be the first to stand in the face of this oppressive branch of our Government, and they shall know my name.  Or I'll die a-tryin'.  Works for me.  I DARE you to make a martyr of me.  Bring it baby!!  I'll be fully armed, soon enough.  The days of tyranny are now OVER!!

You wanna try again?  Let ME choose our drug tester, and you get urine and urine ONLY, as stated in our Iowa State code, that you are ONLY to get this.  I don't trust you as far as I can throw you.  Hell, I'll gladly drop (at your expense, not mine) 30x a day.  Hell, I got nothing to do in my life but jump through your hoops anyway.  You already lied on the stand about coercing my wife to sign your already filled out paper, you will NOT get me to roll over on command, no matter how hard you push.  I'm unemployed baby, I got NOTHING BUT TIME TO FIGHT YOU!!

FOR ALL MY LOCAL READERS:

THE DHS BARBECUE, PART II, WILL TAKE PLACE IN THE POLK COUNTY COURTHOUSE AT 8:30 A.M., SEPTEMBER 12, 2014; AND WILL LAST THE ENTIRE DAY...MAYBE AS WELL AS THE DAY  FOLLOWING.  COME ONE AND COME ALL, HEADS WILL SURELY ROLL, AND JOBS WILL BE HAD.  COME WATCH THE GIANT FALL, AND NORMALCY WILL PREVAIL.  MORE DETAILS WILL ASSUREDLY FOLLOW.

:D

P.S. - yeah, Jacque...you laugh now.  Wait, for your turn comes later.

#NRA JACQUE, BRING BACK OUR MARINE, @JACQUE KARLSON PART II

As I promised Ms. Jacque, I will be posting all of her personal info every chance I get.  No one screws with my family and gets away with it...so there.

Jacque Karlson, approx 51, short, fat, and has a nice beer belly any man would envy  She sports shoulder length dark brown hair, which she wears in a ponytail.  She wears mini-skirts, which I could never figure out...her legs kind of remind me of chopsticks, they're definately not worth the look.  She has diabetes, and you can see immediately that she's quite the controller.  Would make a good boss in some corporation, since most of those guys don't do a lot of work, she'd be perfect for that job, but not many others.  Has no real education that I'm aware of.  Drives and owns a blue 2004 Chevy Cavelier, with a tropical plate on the front of the car, and a Florida plate on the back of it.  Damned, but I forgot to write down the number...sorry.

Morten Karlson, 43, long brownish reddish hair, goes by the name Mort, call him that at all opportunity.  Has a master's degree in Business.  Definately the smarter guy of the two men, but is a lackey, for lack of a better term.  He's very submissive and hangs on his woman's every word, whether that word is right or not, or makes any sense or doesn't.  Even gets in the shower with Jacque, that's how dependent she is on him.

Her phone number, should you want to talk to her personally, or hunt her down per her cell phone (remember, this woman is an absolute psychotic, make no mistake...she takes several psyche meds, and is proud of it too) is 727-608-6573...or at least it will be until she changes it, after reading this post.

They will tell you they sleep in their car in FL...which may very well be a truth, but it's more of a choice, that's pretty well evident, since that's where they went once again, after attempting to tear us apart...and failing.  They'll give you a pretty good sob story, that's for sure...just be sure and don't fall for it.  She may be into the politics and agree with a lot you do, but I'm sure that's all part of the scam.

The names in the title line, as far as I know, are all of the names they use on Twitter, her political playground.  Upon our parting of the ways, she proceeded to intimidate the less strong of my followers to go elsewhere...and some have, just until the dust clears.  Some have made it very clear that, as soon as this blows over, they'll come back.

They called DHS on us with unfounded and un-backed up charges, and cost us the baby for a while...as well as the mother's life, almost.  She will do whatever she can to destroy you if you piss her off, believe it.

Here are the posts, should you be interested in all of the real facts on this story.

INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE - READER RESPONSE   This relates her personal tale as she presents it to others who are gullible enough to believe it.

#NRA JACQUE, @JackieKarlson, Mort Karlson, @BringBackOurMarine - Relates the story of how this woman did us when this all started going bad.

And then, pretty much everything after that that's more recent.  Thank you for your time.  Gnite Jock.  Sleep tight baby.

Accountability

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I just have to say this kids.  This whole thing about accountability, well, it's just plain ol' ridiculous.

I sit here, watching some of these horrific political stations and the things they say, and it just pisses me off.  I've talked about this before in a lot of my posts.

I've said it before...and I've even heard my brother say it (and he loves...or used to anyway, our current President and all the wunnerful things he's done for us), that the only thing about Obama that he doesn't like is the way the man just doesn't stick his neck out or accept responsibility for anything.  That's what I'm talking about here, accountability.  

We haven't spoken in months, and I think I now know why.  I can only assume it's because he's always right.  We've talked about the guy masquerading as President before, and the man just goes to bat for him at every turn...and he's always right, regardless.  Well, now, he's truly messing things up, which in turn makes him horribly wrong.  It's evidently easier to just not talk to me, and that way he doesn't offer me the opportunity to show or prove to him that he's indeed wrong, so instead, talking to me just ceases to be an option, that way he can't be proven wrong.  Who can figure my family; our entire generation of Bruce/Stiffler is just a whiff along the wind, hardly worth paying attention to; at least the better part of 'em...but no, there's the generation before it as well, at least on my mother's side anyway.  The only real exceptions I've noticed are...well, there's me...and there's my cousin Kenny.  Even I'm barely salvageable, so I guess that just leaves Kenny as the only 100% real person in our family.  I'm just running a real close second is all, which really isn't saying a whole lot.

Where was I again?  Oh yeah, accountability.  I didn't mean to get off track again.  That was, without question, ALL MY FAULT!!!!  See how easy that was?  I did that, honest.  I hate to say it, but even with my apology still fresh in your minds, I'll more than likely do it again, too!!

It's not really all that hard.  If you do wrong, say you did wrong.  Then, while you're at it, give a shot at explaining what was going through your mind while you did it.  A good add-on might be to just claim humane behavior...we are, all in all, known screw-ups.  We tend to learn as we go.  Even when it's been established what to do in whatever situation, or are told what to say in every conversation we engage in; we are, without a doubt, habitual offenders of all we've been taught.  And, believe it or not?  It's likely that we're gonna goof it, screw it up, mess up and make wrong moves, even when we know better.  C'mon, we err by default!  You could even say we're pretty good at it too.  So why is it such a big deal when, after we put someone in the spotlight, that it's such a surprise when they mess up?  Why do we make such a fuss about it?  Did you really expect this guy to be perfect?  If you did, you MESSED UP!!  SO TAKE THE BLAME...cause it belongs to YOU!!  It was YOU that allowed our current voting system of the Electoral College to continue for over two centuries; in order to determine who becomes our national leader.  It was you that allowed two parties to rule over our country.  It was YOU that said "Let there only be two to choose from in the end...possibly three, if we can find a decent enough independent to run".  And finally, it was YOU that allowed the possibility of a black Muslim president to take control of a government that has been primarily of the Christian faith for over 200 years.  So, what I'm saying is, it's your fault.  You rolled over.  You let Obama into his current office, and you allowed him to rule us with a fickle hand for the last 8 years.  Be accountable for your actions for chrissakes, it's YOUR FAULT!!

Quit blaming Congress.  Don't blame the establishment.  Don't listen to the worthless yahoos on the news channels; that have been hired of late for their entertainment value instead of their unwavering integrity, especially in the area of political gossip.  This is all YOU AMERICA, and if I should hear someone say any different again, it's a distinct possibility that I might just punch the someone saying it in his upper stomach.  After a goodly double-over, I might just have to add a good elbow jab to knock them the rest of the way into the Earth, if for no other reason then to invite that person to witness a little humility and reteach them a lesson in what accountability looks like on the level the rest of us citizens are at these days.

The stupid thing is, and this is something I was just talking about the other day...Shit, and everything associated with it, rolls down a really steep hill.  Not just on your job.  Not just in your families.  Not only in Government.  It rolls down from everywhere, onto everyone that lives at my current level.  Right down here in the trenches, where I hate to repeat myself, all the real battles are being fought, and that are taking place every single day, a lot more times than you could possibly imagine.  Think about it.  We people down here, in the dredges of society, are to blame by everyone, for everything.  It's because of the lower class that our country is in the shape it's in.  We're the ones takin' all the handouts and begging off of you, you richer folks, who worked hard to get where you are.  RIIIIIIIIIGHT.  Hate to be the one to break it to ya kids, but we're down here because of people like YOU.  Because you aren't accountable for the crap you get away with; and if you can't get away with it, then you'll just buy your way away with it.  For everything that is destroying what little middle class there is left.

We folks here at the bottom of the pile take all the blame, and we wallow in the pool of excrement that has, these days, reached eye level.  And when we finally drown, well, then the next level up, you middle classers, who have only been knee-high in the doo-doo thanks to the class below it; us lower-classed people who have been slaving to hold you up where you've been all of this time, YOU then will be forced to take our place.  You'll take the blame for our demise, in addition to the stuff you've been taking the blame for since YOUR inception.  The shit will slowly rise for you then, and reach the same critical level someday, and it will just pass itself on to the next level up as the lower levels die off.  Hate to say it folks, but somebody's gotta do the grunt work, or our great system of Capitalism can't function properly.  If you chase off, blame, jail, eliminate, scapegoat or stop helping the lower class to survive, we won't be a Capitalist nation anymore.  There just has to be all three classes, or Capitalism doesn't work.  Same with the middle class's eventual and inevitable extinction.  If the walls are gone, and all there is left is roof and foundation, you can't call it a house anymore.  It becomes something unrecognizable and uninhabitable.

Lost?  Don't be, because I just have one more way of explaining what's really going on.  It's really easy for the average Jake to say "Those damned bums!  They take their food stamps at the taxpayer's expense, with no end in sight!  They're making my life a living hell!"  Then, when they've run out of things to blame on the lower class, they don't even take a breath, then swing right on to blaming everyone above them as well.  Where does it end then?  The President's office?  Unfortunately, that's as high as it goes...unless of course, you want to include God in there as well, and blame him for all your troubles...whoever "He" is.

Accountability.  Blame yourselves for the current idiocy, irresponsibility and detached nature of our present generation.  We used to allow our parents to punish their kids as they saw fit, now it's a crime to do so.  Spare the rod.  What did you expect was gonna happen?  They'd straighten themselves out?  Laughable.

I think I've said enough.  No one here to blame but ourselves America.  Get over it, and take your cards as the Government deals them to you, or stand up with me and say and do something about it.  If you don't, I plan to pop you in the mouth the next time it opens with the blame falling to someone else.  Sheesh.