The B&S Railroad Job, Part The Last (C....FIRE!!)

Wow.  Technology, it can be a real boon...and it can be a true bane as well.

I came across a big surprise yesterday.  All I remember after hearing about the first 30 seconds was complete and utter joy.  See, I had totally forgotten that I had told Liz to record the interaction with Emily Nieman, the ORIGINAL DHS REMOVAL ARTIST, who railroaded Liz into giving up her baby...and so, I'm afraid, did Liz.  Even complete, this recording of what this woman did to Liz is probably the most damning thing in the world to this woman...but unfortunately, it's too late for this tape to do us any good now.  Had I found it 2 days after the removal?  The whole thing would have been thrown out, and our nightmare would have been through.  This woman sat on the stand at the removal hearing, and LIED HER LITTLE TOOSHY OFF...Defined the word PERJUR without batting an eye...then walked away like a woman who had just helped a homeless guy out with a $20.  I was dumbfounded.  How can ANYBODY be this heartless?

Purest Evil.  Corrupt.  That's what I said...and that's what someone else once said too.  Absolute Power corrupts...Absolutely.  Here we have a woman who has just recently found out that, no matter what she does or says, whatever tricks she uses, whatever they want...She can get it any...way...she wants to...and not suffer a single scratch.  Judges bend, the law breaks, doctors bow their heads and lie...and the sun rises and sets on these people...and they walk away, unscathed, untouched.  Why?  Because we allowed the women (mostly) of DHS/CPS to be IMMUNE TO PROSECUTION.  ARE YOU SERIOUS AMERICA?  WHY?

See, there's something you're not thinking straight on here.  Oh sure, this department of government was created for pure and good reasons suirely.  Child protective services, I'm sure, have done and accomplished a great many good things in their time.  But here's the real story people...

You see, DHS has a little something going that I didn't know about.  It's held here, at the Polk County courthouse every...single...year.  What do they call it?  The DHS ADOPTION DRIVE.  ADOPTION DAY.  Here we have....DHS...holding a day where you can adopt children.  Hold the phone though, here's the kicker:

Not all of these children are gotten legitimately.  How do I know?  WHADDYA MEAN HOW DO I KNOW?  You been reading my posts for the last three months?  If not, I suggest you get going!!

Yeah, yeah, I know....who has the time, RIGHT?  I mean, you could be all year waiting for some time to free up before you manage to pick up enough time to catch up.  So I'm going to do you a bigggggggg favor.  Just follow this little link here...yeah, right here...

http://youtu.be/S9-KkbVE4iM

Now, I'm going to start right off by saying that there was SUPPOSED to be a collection of the biggest recordings I have on the tacticts and BS these people use....but I don't feel the need to post those anymore.  You know why?  Because this one, even incomplete (the mother doesn't know why it stopped where it did...I'm thinking that while the mother wasn't paying attention, Ms. Emily might have gotten the idea to check the phone to see if maybe she WAS recording her...and, since it's all she probably had time for, simply turned it off) is the most damning, most heartwrenching and evil display of the calousness...the audacity...and the lying dogged Gestapo-like use of deception I have ever witnessed in all of my time alive on this Earth, my friends, to accomplish a means to their end.  This one?  Says it all.  Go to YouTube.  Follow that link, where you will find one...and only one uploaded video.  Watch it.  Shut your eyes and relive it.  Share it.  Tweet it.  Show it to your children, so they will know what some of us here in Hell already know.

18 minutes...that's all we got.  But this 18 minutes is gonna change the world.  See, I don't need to post the petty BS they've been keeping us busy with the last 3 months.  I don't need to show you the crap and who's involved in this crap.  All I ever needed was this one...little...film.  If this one had been an entire recording?  It would have changed history.  Unfortunately, it looks like we lose on the absolute problem here, that Elizabeth Marie Bruce, who has never harmed a single living thing on this Earth, EVER...had her one chance to show and share, with the fruit of her labours, the absolute love that emanates from her heart daily....stolen from her, under duress...with a threat of possible retribution from a judge in court.  And the woman responsible for this did it without a single tear, nor a tug of guilt from her dark, black,boiling evil soul.  Pay attention, will you, to the grate of her voice, the unwitting confidence at the way she works her stilleto, cutting Liz up with one hand and comforting her with the other.  It made me physically ill.  Just knowing what she did to her, I couldn't listen to more than 10 seconds at a time without a.  My heart breaking or B. wanting throw something at the wall and break it.  People like this?  I don't even wanna say it...I think you know what I mean.  The words "Hang" "Highest" and "Yardarm" come close to mind.

Then, when you've finished throwing up, using an entire box of Kleenex, and are all done calling your senators and Methodist Hospital to ask what the F*** happened here, and why this is allowed to continue...then I insist that you read "Going for the B***S, Part III" and "The B&S Railroad Job" series to complete the tale.  In "Going for the B***S, Part III, there are MANY documents (that I will probably go to jail for posting...like I give a crap) that prove that this woman, hand in hand with Methodist Hospital, conspired to completely and mercilessly steal our newborn baby at 9 days old.  Why?  MONEY.  CORRUPTIONS.  GOVERNMENT QUOTA MANDATE...who knows, right?  Let's find out, shall we?

Remember too, before you make this snap judgement:  "Yeah, but she didn't get her to go with adoption..."  You don't get it.  They don't have to.  It's all right here in black and white.  They got her to go the first step....FOSTER CARE.  Now these people can get money flowing all over the place, for as long as a year before the TPR stage, and keep several 10's of people doing something for their paychecks...then, because they have a judge or two obeying them, doctors lying for them, drug testing centers coming up with drugs, where there WERE NO DRUGS...now, they can move...eventually...TO TERMINATING THE PARENTAL RIGHTS...and where does that go?  YOU GOT IT!!  Next year, I'm sure, by this time?  About the season of the DHS Adoption Day?  Our daughter will be the poster child for NEXT year's adoption day...and during this time, countless agencies, the court system, and the state of Iowa made SCADS of money...and all because they took, without a court order even, possession of our little girl, until they could find enough on her to keep her and get that court order.

Do yourself the biggest favor you may do for yourselves this year.  LISTEN TO IT.  ALL.  Then tell me that BABIES ELIGIBLE FOR ADOPTION and the ridiculous rivers of money that flow when a good quantity of babies flow...isn't the reason for this travesty.

I'm afraid I just...can't...link you to this video, without giving up, once again, the work numbers of the major ladies that have been involved with this, as well as the Methodist doctor who helped them get what they wanted...

I will, most certainly, without question?  Go to jail for posting these numbers, as well as the CONFIDENTIALLY PROTECTED JUVENILE COURT DOCS ASSOCIATED WITH THIS CASE...but guess what?  I don't give a SH** Judge.  Bring it on buddy.  Because in jail, I'll have nothing...NOTHING but time to work you over in some fashion....all of you.

Thank you for your avid attention America.  I'm not finished with these assholes by a long shot...believe you me.  The fight will continue to the grave, and the last breath I breathe...you know it...as do I.

By the way, once again, if you'd like to talk to any of these people at their WORK numbers, you're more than welcome.  Ashley Andrews, you lucky dog you!!  I didn't have your number handy....better luck next time!!

Emily Nieman (work):  515-423-7284

Katie Gosch (work):  515- 725-2645

Dr. Line (work) - 515-402-1793

Oh, and DHS?  Because I know you're reading this?  Because I know what you're doing here?  Just wanted you to know that you have been found out...and your days as the power you are today?  NUMBERED BABY...See, I'm not just some small voice whispering on the wind anymore, talking conspiracy theories...No, funny thing...it would seem that, BOSTON...just published a little tale....here, a mere two days ago:

http://www.inquisitr.com/1550449/are-hospitals-and-child-protective-services-conspiring-to-kidnap-children/

Unity point, I smell a HUGE lawsuit comin'...I'll be writing your legal department a little prepatory letter letting you know...that I KNOW....what you're doing...

Now, before you show up in court tomorrow, know this...I stood up to you.  I fought you, and now the wheels of justice are spinning the other way, and the tables are turning.  Soon?  Those jobs you have?  Might wanna saving up for your retirement NOW.

And your Honor?  Look over your shoulder pal.  Soon, attention you don't even want to see is coming your way.  I'd want to read this story as well.  I really hope you aren't caught with your robe down when this all comes to the fore.  Keep that in mind, before you rule on this one.  OK?  'nough said.

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By the way?  The court date?  Is tomorrow.  Yeah, I know, such short notice!  This one is for "Dispositional"...for those of you that don't know the order of things, where this is concerned, it goes like this

Removal Hearing
Adjudication Hearing
Dispositional Hearing
Permanancy Hearing
TPR Hearing (Termination of Parental Rights Hearing).

Watch and See America.  The results WILL be posted, whether I am in jail...or not.

Polk County Courthouse
Rm. (Not even gonna say...you'll have to ask, and even then, there's no guarantee...that you'll find the room, or that you'll be able to get in)
Time:  Meet and greet outside the CH at 9:30 a.m., Hearing at 10:30 a.m.

The DHS Railroad Job, Part Final (B...AIIIIIIM!!!_)

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Let it be known, America, that, for this cause, and for this case?  This is do or die.  So, with all guns blazing, I plan to bring the giant down...or die trying.  DHS's power in this state..to do what they want with no fear of retribution to whomever they want at anytime...due to the departments legal immunity to not have to answer for what they do, wrong or right...this power will be stripped of these people and all wrongs will be righted...or, I'll have to bow out on this fight, and live to fight another day, from another place, and lose...in order to win later.

I promised you something daily.  It won't be today.  I told you about the aces up my sleeve, rest assured they are safe and in place.  Let them jail me, I'll be twice as deadly.  Then, I'll have nothing BUT time, and a security network in place to handle things in my absence...so come at me with all you have, DHS.  Lay one on me, Your Honor, Mr. William A. Price.  Let's get it on Mr. Brown-L.  Let's see all you got.  Give it your best shot...it won't be good enough.  You may think you'll shut me up, but the blog posts will continue, and people will hear the truth.  I may have to pound it into their heads for a while, but the truth shall be heard, and there will be retribution...OH there'll be plenty of that.  Jobs will be had, heads will roll, and the law, and the judges that serve that law, shall be humbled and brought low.

Therefore, as early as possible, I plan to give you something I should have given you from day one.  tomorrow, I shall post the audio recordings of the pertinent interactions with DHS and FSRP over the last few months, including a "Family Team Meeting", the results of which shall be used against me.  You see, during the last one, in front of every one of the 20 people who get paid in our baby's absence (the names of which you shall hear, in introduction, at the beginning) a smug social worker by the name of Katie Gosch (Our current "case manager" looked me dead in the eyes and started to talk about how I had yet to turn in a "Social History", where they ask you about your LIFELONG experiences with drugs and alcohol...when you did it for the first time, what you did, how long you did them, what you do today, what you did when you were five....it doesn't matter what they asked, all of it, decidedly, was NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS.  What happened with me and alchohol when I was 15 doesn't have a damn thing to do with my parenting abilities, my propensity for neglect, or my current self.  In relation to what I am going through TODAY...the hit of pot I tried at 14 DOESN'T MATTER.  The other portion of this "Social History" includes the names of all of your relatives; immediate, maternal, and children, and only asked two things about any of these...are they dead, and how do you get along with them...well, or not?  ARE YOU SERIOUS?  How DUMB do you think we are people?  This was a clear and utterly transparent attempt at getting a hit list of people, who, if they didn't get along with me, would make good witnesses for the state.  I looked that woman dead right back in the eyes to tell her that she would NEVER receive a filled out social report from me.  You could have cut the room with a butter knife...I never saw so many jaws on the floor, or people thinking "How DARE you talk to the ALMIGHTY DHS worker in this way??...screw 'em.  Screw 'em all.  They have NO RIGHT...and NO BUSINESS, meddling with my family, whether I get along with them or not, and whether they're dead or not.

You see, America, I already know that I have a purpose...to save America from itself.  To be a current day man of the people.  Not just the rich people.  ....ALL people...ESPECIALLY those of lesser means.  Here, we fight for our country everyday; in countless personal battles.  We are the ones who take all the blame, take the least amount of pay for the jobs we do...we are the ones who fight for truth and justice, just to be ignored by those who could grant it...if they were so inclined to do so.  But they wont.  No, better to just ignore it till either a.  It goes away, or b.  after the re-election.                                                                                                                                                                                It will, someday, be my purpose to serve those who gave up their lives, souls...themselves...to keep the freedoms we enjoy today, those of our armed forces...to respect and honor those of our "Lower class citizens"...those who, through blood, sweat and tears, built this country from the bottom up, and served those of better means, but without whom we would never survive without.

Tomorrow America, I promise.  You will have the truth if it takes all I am.

They tried, once to get me to sign a piece of paper, stating that if I recorded any of my interactions, that the interaction would end immediately.  I would promise not to record them.  WHY?  So that they could do more wrong?

Till tomorrow, then.  You won't be sorry.

BS, LIES, SOFT LANGUAGE

ADULT CONTENT WARNING!!  THIS ARTICLE CONTAINS A LOT ABOUT BULLSHIT, SO MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO THE AVERAGE READER!!  IF YOU'RE NOT INTO HEARING ABOUT THE BULLSHIT, THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T READ THIS!!

It just has to be another Carlin Dedication Day today America.  I find myself missing the guy's Pearls of Wisdom.

OK OK, comin' up with something to beat the band we had playin' a couple of days ago?  Probably isn't gonna be an easy task.  Oh, but it seems like I never have a problem with it, right?  There's always more than enough going on around here, and by God, if I can't find something, well, something just comes right along and plunks itself right down in my lap and wiggles around, like a lap dancer, impossible to ignore, no matter how hard I try.

Today's lap dancer?  Well, to be honest (all BS aside), it's gonna be about BS.  But then, you guys know, as well as I know myself, that BS isn't the only problem here, and to talk about one side of this problem by itself, is a lot like just eating the whip cream off of the top of the pie, then, on another day, scooping out the filling, then later, when you get hungry again, eating the flaky crust.  Kinda stupid.  I think we'll devour the whole pie at once, and call it a day.

But let's just go with the BS for now.  Now, you all know my true, utter feelings on BS, this should be quite apparent by now.  I just don't deal with it.  It sucks, I hate it, despise it, abhor it, disagree with it, would rather burn it than invite it over for tea and crumpets, and I'd love to see it boiled in oil and hung upside down on the highest yard-arm, to be quite frank.  There's only one...small....problem.

America was founded on BS.  The first recorded BS, in our history, was when a small group of Patriots gathered together in a room, and hammered out today's Constitution, which, in it's preamble, states, in no uncertain terms that "All men are created equal."  Then they went home and ordered their slaves to bring them dinner.  Not a good start, in my opinion.

Oh, but it didn't stop there,  not by any means...

No, the BS continued on.  In made its way into our Bill of Rights (please, if you would, read my posts on The Law Itself, if you don't believe me), and rooted itself into our Government.  Then, inevitably, well, we just adopted BS as our national religion.

Now, it's everywhere.  We're taught to BS people as early as five or six years old.  Talk to a four or barely five year old lately?  No?  Try it.  One thing I love about kids this age, is that they always TELL THE TRUTH.  No matter how socially incorrect it might be, no matter how much it hurts, or damages your ego or destroys your confidence...no matter WHAT, they tell the truth.  And what's the first thing the parent does then?  Pulls them off by their arms, as you hear them scolding..."Timmy!!  You don't tell your Uncle he's an idiot!!  It's not nice!"  Immediately, you're teaching your kids to BS others!!  You're going against your natural instinct to just say it like it is!  You're immediately placed on a path of fiery coals, of fragile eggshells, and taught to dance over it by having to stop...think...analyze, then, when you get it right in your head (some five or six minutes later, in which time, you've more than likely forgotten what you really wanted to say originally), spit out a pack of lies, in order to spare the feelings of others.  I only wish we could just stop at five...and stay there.  A world full of five yr. olds...heaven.  I'm not crazy about the North Eastern states, kids, but I gotta say...a country full of New York Cities wouldn't, in my opinion, be all that bad.  Now THOSE people stopped caring about things they'd say AGES ago.  I do have a special affinity with the population of New York City.  And where do you think that Mr. George Carlin was from?  You guessed it.

Oh, but to make things worse, it doesn't stop THERE EVEN!!

No, it starts from the moment we wake up too, each and every morning.  We start BS'ing ourselves when we get up and look in the mirror.  What, YOU don't, you say?  BS!!  Tell me you don't put your clothes on, shave your face, brush your teeth, and grin insipidly, all the while thinking to yourself "Damn I look good!!"  BS, straight and simple.  Half the time, you don't, and you know it, but lying to yourself (some people call that having a positive self-image) is dangerous at times, as well as feeding yourself full of destructive BS.

Oh, but you KNOW it doesn't stop there!!

No, then, if BS'ing ourselves wasn't nearly enough, now we feel the need to go out into the world...and BS them too!!  You know what I mean...you start with the wife and the kids "Oh, honey....you look great this morning! (she's in her nightgown with a robe pulled over it, hair in curlers)... Johnny...I want you to know I really like that shirt (that one you can't STAND and hope he grows out of soon).  Then it's off to work.  On the way, you stop to complement the neighbor's dog (the one that barks interminably all night long and that you can't wait to "accidentally" run over the next time the opportunity presents itself) on how fine his coat looks today...then you arrive at work, and the whole thing starts all over again.  It then manages to stretch itself over the entire day, the rest of the week, and the months to come.

Here's my favorite though.  Women have come up with something you can't BS them on, and they use it whenever they can.  "Honey, do I look fat in this dress?"  I neither blink, or I cough, sputter, nor do I delay, not even a little.  If she does?  "Hell yeah, you look fat.  Change into that black one, I like that one."

But does it cease here?  Ohhhhh......noooooooo

When we finally get past that awful truthful part of our lives, and we've  passed our 7th birthdays, we're now taught, offiicial and experienced BS'ers.  BS continues, then, into bars, family functions, funerals, weddings, employment interviews, travel, friendships, religion/the church, the sales and auto industries, careers, corporations, advertising, etc.  I'm surprised every citizen in this country isn't bald, as well as tripping over their noses for miles!!

But are we done yet?  HELL NO!!

No, the BS has not only rooted itself here, it's become commonplace.  In politicians, politics, and in our Government.  This is the great teacher of BS.  The source, and the inventor of all BS in our country.  We live it, we breath it, we digest it, and we poop it out.  BS is now in our diets, we expect it, and we've come to terms with it.

But some of us are finally getting tired of it.  I myself?  Am on a personal mission to eliminate the BS.  White Lies, complements we don't mean, stories embellished just to entertainment others, and dishonest behavior, oh....and soft language.  This would have to be my biggest #1 hatred, America.  BS in the workforce, and on the street has gotten to currently ridiculous levels, all because we've gotten way too sensitive, and just are in dire need of new things to complain about.

I'm sorry, but if you were a cripple in 1960, chances are you're a cripple today too.  You're not disabled, nor are you differently-abled, by God, you are in the same spot you were in 1960.  Not able to walk.  Crippled.  If you're married, you're married.  You would be married today, just like you would have been if you lived in 1690, or in 1210.  You'd be married, and there'd not be a damn thing you could say to change my mind about it.  You're not COUPLED, nor, when you get DIVORCED, are you, in my book, ever going to be UNCOUPLED.  If you can't see, you're not gonna be un-sighted, nor are you going to be without sight, or partially sighted.  You're just gonna be blind, and I don't care how used to the new stuff you are, I sure don't care about your feelings, nor am I going to apologize for what I said once I think about it...because I'm not...gonna think about it.  If you look fat, fatter than I remember, I don't care if you're my best friend, I'm going to tell you.  And I hate to say it, but a lot of people really like me for it.  So I don't think I'll be changing that about myself anytime soon.  As a matter of fact, I changed...from being a BS'er to being the way I am now, why would I go through more trouble to learn by going backwards?  Hell no.

No, the BULLSHIT STOPS RIGHT HERE FOLKS.

No more will I ever use the acronym BS.  We've been swearing long enough, if I wanna make a point, and SHIT has to enter into it, in order to make my point, I'm gonna just come out and say it.  It's been around a long time now, and the sensors have been slowly allowing more and more in our movies, but even though it's perfectly OK in theatres, and on TV as well, it's NOT OK in the streets, at your grandmother's house, or at the funeral for your sister.  Nor is it OK, where you live OR where you work.  FOR REALLIES??

And someday, when I've used those words enough, and taught others to quit BULLSHITTING each other, then maybe Google will give in and allow it.  Today, I might just get enough complaints to make me throw in a disclaimer, pre-warning you of the danger you might face when you read it.  I did that on my own, by the way.  God knows I wouldn't wanna offend you, as you go to the R movie, talk about my sinfully profane article, as you watch Julie Andrews spout profanity over and over in "S.O.B.", just a mere 16 years after she cleanly and beautifully sang to her children in the "Sound of Music".

Here's the danger in softening up everything folks.  Insults, truths...whatever you want to call them, coming right out and saying what we meant to say (and meaning what we say, as well) is what helps us get our ya-ya's out.  If you take away our stress balls, by taking away our balls, well, we're gonna store it up.  And what happens when you store things up?  You blow up.  Funny, seems like there's been an awful lot of that of late (see Columbine, Postal workers and Mr. Elliot).  Give folks no mental outlets, and you have more mental people.  You think maybe THIS is the reason for an increased amount of diagnosed mental illness in this country, and why it's at an all-time high?...hmmmmCOULDBE~~!!

If I have anything to say about it, all soft language, lies, bull, phoniness... is going in the garbage, immediately, a.s.a.p., AS SOON AS I take office.  If it kills me, we're gonna tell that guy how crappy his dog is for barking all night, and, if you don't do something about him...well, I may just have to kick his little teeth in.  Then maybe, tomorrow, when the thought crosses your mind to pick up a gun and shoot up a high school because they've been mean to you, you might just have second thoughts and put the gun down again.  It's all about stress release folks.  If you don't release it on the little things, it'll build up to one of those big things we hate so much.

And if you want to find out just how ridiculous we've become, or if you're not convinced about the level of ridiculousness we've achieved in this, our new century; then Google Carlin, watch him on YouTube, and get a clue.