The Original 7 Deadly Sins + 3, Part I - Greed, Part II

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Hey.  Watch now, as I forego, once again, telling you about my personal life.  I'm gonna do the best I can, with what I don't have to work with, to continue to do so.

So, it just occured to me, that I haven't done a damn thing on the real "7 Deadly Sins"....just to see if we qualify for some real fire and brimstone action.  I'm sure we do, no doubt, but why don't we just be sure.

Now, I've done a post on greed...you'll find that one on "Day #7 - Greed" in the original 26 days of America's Deadly sins, waaaaaay back in April.  But, you see, I've come across so much more of greed in our lives of late, that I can't help but wanna do yet another post on the subject - if for naught else but to show you just how well we qualify for a check mark in this box.

I've made it known that Government is the greediest of all.  You know it, I know it.  The great teacher of greed.  They in turn allow corporate America to be greedy, which in turn advertises to the lot of us folks how to be greedy too.  It can almost be said that corporate America has FORCED us to be greedier...they've stolen our pensions, our benefits, our hours and our jobs.  Prices of manufacturing vs. prices sold to the public are, quite simply, ridiculous and insulting to our intelligence in their differences.  What companies pay thier employees compared to the bottom line?  Uncalled for, and insulting at best.  IRA's have been accosted, Social Security is almost non-existant and in danger of going the way of everything that was formally run or regulated by some kind of government....privatized.  Now.  After we've been paying in all this time, NOW you wanna privatize it.  Nice.  Yeah, now that it's in danger of being discovered that the government's been dipping their little greedy fingers into it, now you wanna sell it off to private companies so that THEY can get the blame for it not being there.  Sweet...only one problem.  We already have the government dead to rights on this baby, there isn't a single chance we're gonna fall for it being anybody else's fault.  Too late trying to pawn off the blame here.

So we're into coddling everything we own.  "Ain't no one gonna lay another FINGER on what we have Betty, mark my words!"  Hell, I'm guilty too America.  I've had so many things of mine stolen, I don't know how to document it all.  There's no one guiltier than I of hugging my belongings to my chest like they're part of my ribs.  If they were any closer to me, they'd be on the other side of me.

It doesn't stop at physical belongings though...that's the sad part.  Money stays right where we put it, and there's almost nothing, short of a miracle that will bring us to give it to another human, no matter what the circumstances.  Time, something we have almost none of, is hoarded like a precious commodity.  Rather than help someone, we bustle along like we haven't a clue what's happening.  Sympathy, empathy, advice, love in general, friendship, these are words in danger of extinction.  We greedily hold onto these, chained up in our basements, as though our very lives depend on them.  And speaking of living...there's another one. We hold onto life beyond all reasonable expectation.  The way things are for me, these days?  I can't wait to go.  I'm all in favor of the afterlife...it's gotta be better than this.  I hope and pray it is, for all our sakes.

I weep for the state of humanity...especially America's humanity.  I don't see it any more.  If we had our way about it, each of us would own a chunk of land with no one around for 5 miles, and if we could all work at home, and not have to see the real deal everyday?  We'd go for that.  "And while you're at it, throw in some water between our properties too, OK?  Wanna make sure no one shows up unexpectedly for a visit.  I mean, it's practically all water now, we have enough to channel it in."

We used to be good to each other...we used to TRUST one another.  I don't even trust my best friends anymore.  I CERTAINLY don't trust my family...except my dad.  I KNOW where that guy stands, always have.  I most definately don't trust the government.  So what's left?

That string of islands is still sounding pretty good.  :D

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.

Corruption Part IV - The Collection Agency, Past and Present

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Hey you's guys!!!  Long time no see, eh?  Nooo....no, wait.  I just posted a coupla days ago, right?  Well, I just gotta say that it's my intention...of course, sometimes I just really don't have a choice, but it's my INTENTION to leave my personal life outta this blog for a while.  I'm sure I'm losing readership as we speak.  How did we deserve this, right??

Anyway...I apologize, but the story was just getting too good to ignore, and I figure:  In for a penny, In for a pound or better, correctamundo?  Besides, I happen to know that a lot of you are, of course, the gloom and doom types...or love a good soap opera, real or imagined...or at the very least, love having someone around whose life you can read about, wipe the sweat off your brows and go..."Wow Judy.  I thought OUR lives were bad, look at THIS GUY'S LIFE!!  We could have it SO much worse than we do...SHEESH!!" and feel tons better about the crappy lives you THOUGHT you had.  Last but not least, DHS is monitoring everything I write these days, so it's best I not add fuel to their unconstitutional fire.

Well, anyway, we're gonna do what we had intended to do so many moons ago...we're gonna wrap up our little series on Corruption, one of my fav's.  Today's subject is "Collection Agencies", and promises to be right on up there with one of my betters...as well as one of my more windy.

Now...there was a post...*thumbs through the archive*....ahhhh, here it is.   A post put up June 21st, called "Internet Regulation part..." something or other, where I went off on a tangent about a "collection agency" named NCS (National Credit Services), a subsidiary (evidently) of National Platinum, a company that posed as an online payday loan company, but was actually a virtual store front for a major national scam (that, by the way is still being used today).  Now, we're gonna start with the more sane credit collection agencies, and point out that us middle classed citizens have not only accepted that we are to be hounded for the remainder of our days for past utility bills, overdue credit cards, unpaid bank loans, bounced payroll checks, etc.  We know this, because we have no more jobs to apply to that Pedro, Americk and Hunjaji haven't already stolen from us at half the pay, and therefore have no more money with which to catch up those grossly past-due bills.  But it's OK!!  Because now that our land-lines are obsolete, and these companies are not able to get us at home?  Now that there are laws in place that keep these people from harassing us at work?  NO PROBLEMMO!!  There are two collection agencies that some of us are yet not aware of that have been put in place, just in case.  I had no idea that these people would be knocking at my door, so I was caught TOTALLY by surprise, believe that.

In the usual sense?  Nope.  Nobody came to my door.  Nice.  On my cell?  Noooo...nobody called my cell.  In the mail...well, yeah, sorta...no, these people came via my TAX RETURNS!!  Oh yay.  Here's a direction I never expected collection to come a callin'...they now take my bills out of my tax returns!  You know, my state tax returns.  The money I get back that I should not be paying in the first place!

Are we talking about money I owe the state?  Nope.  No, the state, in it's infinite wisdom, is now COLLECTING MY LOCAL COUNTY AND CITY BILLS FOR ME!!  I love this, someone said to me, "Yeah, but at least they're getting all paid up, right?"  Right.  But, um...see, I kinda already had a plan in place for this...and believe it or not, some of that did happen to come out of my tax return.  But I kinda liked that it was me that chose to pay it, not that they chose to take it.  And what's more, why is the state taking it upon themselves to be the collection agency...for the city I live in????  Are you SERIOUS?  And aren't we paying for this....WITH OUR TAX DOLLARS ANYWAY????  I mean, they gotta be paying somebody to check for money owed by the taxpayers to these places, and those people are getting paid...BY ME!!  So, listen to what I'm saying here...I'm paying...with my tax dollars...people that are looking for people I owe money to...so they can take it out of my tax refunds.  YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!  This is the ultimate in stupidity people.  This has got to be stopped!!!!  Can't you see what's happening to the state, and this country?  We owe other people money, so somebody got the hairbrained idea to start collecting bills for people so that more people can pay the money they owe the state, and the state can start getting more money once those bills are paid off, then the state can start paying what they owe to the federal government, so that the federal government can start A.) paying off their debts to other countries and save the dollar, or B.) spend more money that we don't have and crash.  Hmmm......lemme think about this for a minute...I think I'll choose B ALEX!!

We have, like every other crazy idea the state or the government comes up with, ROLLED OVER ONCE AGAIN and are just sayin'..."welp!!  That's just the way it goes!!"  Sheeple.  Prime Sheeple, ready for the slaughter.  OMG YOU PEOPLE, OPEN YOUR EYES TO WHAT'S HAPPENING!!!...we are brainless mindless Candy Crushers who are getting ready to let the states charge 4x the amount of money that we currently pay for speeding tickets.  THAT 100 DOLLAR TICKET YOU JUST PAID IS ABOUT TO BE 400 DOLLARS...GET A CLUE!!!  Stop this madness now, or pretty soon that $1.24 you overdrew the bank is gonna get collected by a firing squad and a little martial law.  Think about it.  :D

P.S. - If you don't feel this is ridiculous enough?  When my wife called an ambulance just two weeks ago to have her baby, well, they put a hold on my refund as well, to make sure it'll get paid...AND THE BILL IS ONLY 2 WEEKS OLD...AND THEY'RE TRYING TO COLLECT IT ALREADY!!!!

The Final Chapter?? HELL NO!! - Part III, The B. & S. Railroad Job.

OK, so I lied.  This will NEVER be my last post.  Not after today.

Thursday, DHS came to our home to do an initial report on an allegation made by our wonderful new friend, Jacque Karlson, concerning our drug use, drug dealing, and abuse of the baby.  They left, after the interview, convinced that Jacque's vindictiveness was responsible for her filing false allegations.  Friday, the next morning, they came to get Liz...While I wasn't there...then took her around town, doing various things, including a pediatric visit (which turned up nothing), her drug test (which will turn up nothing, same as the one the baby and mother did in the hospital a mere week and couple of days prior...your medicaid taxes at work), and then they took her to the hospital where the baby was born, in order to check her in to a room there.  Upon checking the baby in, they were going to do some blood work, the results of which wouldn't show back up til the next morning, where Liz was led to believe she would be leaving the next morning when the results returned favorably.  Naturally, she then asked (since they NEVER gave her indication, start to finish, what was going to happen during the course of the day, and she hadn't brought anything along except the things she needed for a short trip) if she could go home and get some extra things she'd need, then to check on our dog, who had now been home for four hours without being taken out for his duty.  They evidently said nothing...or OK, because she did this.  KEEP THIS IS MIND FOR LATER.  She came right back and stayed the night with the baby.

The next morning, I asked her if she was coming home.  She said they had come back OK on the blood work, but had informed her that DHS had ordered that the baby stay in the hospital til Monday, when DHS would come back and OK her departure.

So, this morning, after my wife spent every waking moment that she could with her now 12 day old baby, and after all the testing, finding NOTHING WRONG WITH HER WHATSOEVER.  Not only did they say she was fine, they said she was gaining weight even.  They then came and snatched her out of her room before she had time to think and bullied her into signing a paper, a release form, allowing DHS to ask that the baby be placed in foster care.  The Worker, Emily Nieman, checked all the boxes for her, then told her that if she didn't sign it, that it would look bad when they went before a judge. Liz, bless her heart, never left that baby's side but three times from Friday morning until Monday morning.  Once, as you know, was to check on the dog AND GET SOME THINGS FROM HOME.  Another was to go to QT (our biggest convenience store chain), 3 blocks away.  The next, the Ronald McDonald house (on the hospital grounds), to get some breakfast.  What a terrible mother, huh?

When she arrived home, I asked her for a copy of the court papers.  She didn't have a copy.  She said she wanted a copy, but they never gave her one.  We received them, 3 or so hours later...as the baby was being placed in foster care.  Liz came home, and gave me this little travesty:

Remember, none of this was given Liz a chance to read, or to explain anything.  "Just sign this".

Hmm....I smell a railroad.

Let's start at the top, shall we?  Number One.  The state, DHS, and the police believe that there's some imminent danger going on, some drugs, or drug sales (the abuse charge was evidently dismissed, due, kinda like this one, to a major lack of proof).  Oh, but we're guilty here...until proven innocent; the American way.  I went ahead and let Liz test.  The baby, of course, is clean, right?  Me?  Oh, I will NOT be testing.  I know how this works.

I will not be testing, because I know people who do drugs.  Truth be known, I have an EXCELLENT circle of friends...the difference between me and the rest of America is, I don't judge them.  And they don't mean less to me, if they do stuff I don't agree with.  And I don't preach to them.  If they want help, they'll get their help.  But they're still my friends, and I don't let ANYBODY tell me who my friends can, or can't be, anymore than I imagine that Liz will let DHS tell her who she can...or can't be with.  I know people from the skyscrapers to the gutters.  I don't blame the rich for being rich, the poor for being poor, the rich for ripping people off, and the poor for having fun or killing their pain off any way they can.

Let 'em do a UA.  I'll come up squeaky clean.  Let 'em bring the dogs through my apartment.  I dare them.  Let them bring me some proof that brought them to my door, or a warrant to search my premises.  They will NOT get a follicle of my hair, however.  Why?  Cause I know some of my friends do drugs.  Doesn't mean they're dangerous.  Doesn't mean I'm dangerous either.  What it does mean, however, is, through no fault of my own, I may have very well just breezed through a room or two somewhere where maybe, just maybe, a little marijuana was being smoked.  Where someone may have just put up a bowl of meth; and I came through and touched the same doorknob that was caked in meth residue.  I don't know.  What I do know, is they are my friends...and I might be dirty because of it, when it comes to hair.  What do you think will happen then?  You guessed it, Trilynn will be gone forever.

So.  Let's have, instead, a court order.  MAKE me give up some hair.  I'm looking for a good lawyer now as we speak.  UP YOURS DHS.  Bring me the proof that brought you to my house, where I cooperated fully with you, and offered up my wife, then later my baby.  And what was my repayment?  You do what you do.

I just love it when people say to me "Oh, they're just doin' their job".  I kinda laugh at that.  DHS's job, of latter years, seems to be tearing up families, and circus acts...you know, jumpin' through hoops to get your life back the way it was before they knocked on your door, before we drove wedges in between each and every member of your family.  Maybe, if you play nice, we MIGHT give you your kids back.  F*** that.  This is all I need in my life, right this minute.  See, I know you don't think we really have a life, but we do. We had things we had to do this last weekend.  Thanks for ruining all of that.  We had a baby shower planned.  Thanks for screwing that.  What's more, I have a lot to do this week.  Work for a customer of mine that threatens to take up the better part of my week.  I donate plasma, probably won't have time for any of that...I'm sure my wife would love to get back to work, or, maybe get a different job, one she wouldn't have to be OK'd to work at.  Oh NOOOOOO.....can't have THAT!!  Why?

I believe we already have around 9 or ten things scheduled for the rest of the week.  It would be different if we had a car...but we're taking the bus these days.  Most of this stuff takes as much as 2-4 hours to get through, let alone get to and from.  What am I talkin' about?  Well, how about parenting classes.  Visitations.  On-going drug testing (which I'm truly sure we'll have to pay for), meetings...etc, etc., etc.  All because of warrant less charges and drummed up add-ons, and a judge that doesn't ask for proof before issuing legal orders.  Oh yeah, I almost forgot...ROLL-OVERS.  Sheeple.  Can't forget that.  We let this monster get this big, you and me, America.  We let Hitler take power and his Gestapo get too powerful.  We gave 'em the power, just like we gave our government too much power...and now they can't be stopped, touched, or even ruffled.  Well, that might just work for you America.  Ain't workin' for me anymore.  No how, no way.

I guess my point here is, there's no imminent danger here...except to DHS.  Maybe to Ms. Emily's job. After I tell the world how you handle your business, on every web and blog site, tell my story to every news team from coast to coast?  Emily?  You might not have a job anymore.  You snowballed, railroaded, and then systematically tore my family to pieces.  This then, is my retaliation.

*whew*.  Let's now move on to number 2, shall we?

#2.  I don't believe that Liz was informed of any such petition, nor was she told exactly what this meant.  Just that there's a check mark there (thank you Emily for all your help), and that Liz, whether she agreed to it or not, agreed to it by signing that she agreed to it.

#3.  The Allegations supporting the removal are:

1.) Parent's inability to identify basic cares like feeding and changing.  Ohhhh...you mean like feeding the baby every 3 1/2 hours and changing the diaper whenever it needs changed?  C'mon kids.  Liz might be a first time mother (something no one is talking about here), but I've raised kids.  I know when they get hungry...I think they might cry a little...and a pacifier doesn't do the trick anymore.  IDENTIFIED!!  Oh, and that diaper feels a little full/wet...BINGO!!  NEXT!!

2.)  Lack of bond between mother/father and the child.  No lack of bond between the mother and the child, I'm guessing.  Who might they be talking about?  Well, me of course.  Through no fault of my own, this baby isn't MINE.  I didn't talk about having one before-hand, nor did I have relations with the mother to have one.  No, this baby is the product of one very dead Jerry Brueggeman, a man I've never met, but hate with all my soul.  Not because he's a bad guy, but because he died, and left me with a title I had no option but to accept.  Legal Father.  Because he died, and I am the legal father, it can now be said that I have no connection with this baby, on day two of her being home.  Because he was strangled to death by some ho in the Royal Motel, after not returning messages to Liz, after she wanted to tell him that he was now a daddy; I have to suffer for it.  Because he was a womanizer and liked his women a little on the wild side, I can now be seen calling my daughter "it" in my blog, and this makes Liz an unfit mother, because I can't quite bond with someone else's baby after just two days.  Let's not mention the fact though, that today, during our first supervised and very crowded visit, that I bawled like a little kid after holding Trilynn for only 30 seconds.  Let's not talk about the fact that, after she started crying in the same meeting, that I reached for her and got her to quiet down.  Nope.  No bond there I'll tell ya.

NEXT!!

3.)  Referring to Trilynn as "it"....see 2.), above.

4.) (This is the one I really love)  Leaving Trilynn unaccompanied (with two DHS workers and a hospital full of nurses, by the way) to go home and check on dog.

Remember this one?  The one I told you to remember?  Note that there is NO MENTION of the fact that the primary reason for her wanting to go home was to pick up some extra things, since she would be staying all night (as well as the rest of the weekend and most of Monday morning).  This is a reason to refer to her as an unfit mother?  A reason for a court order to have the baby removed from her care?  REALLY????  RAILROAD, RAILROAD!!

5.) (or 4, if you look closely...nice editing job there, Emily) Christopher's blog stating "I feel no connection to it whatsoever"...note again (per the post "Change In Service - Part I") that the prelude to that comment, nor the post part either were mentioned.  Those words, before and after, would have not only made more sense concerning those words, but would have made those words sound tons better.  See Also, 2.), above.  Note too, that these words, like everything else said that sounded like no bond was there, was posted 2 days after the baby came home.  I think it might just take a day or two more past 2 days for a guy who didn't father the baby to start bonding, huh?

6.) I think this is also pretty explanatory.  Nothing was said of this either, I'm sure.

7.)  This one just HAS to be my favorite of the bunch.  Reasonable efforts that were made to prevent or eliminate the removal were as follows:.................................................................................nothing.  Nothing was done here.  Nothing was attempted, tried, or suggested.  Nothing.  Zero, zip, nada, fahgetaboutit.  Why?  Probably because no one had any intention of doing anything but removing the baby.

I could go on.  But you can read the damn thing for yourself..move on to the order, and please, once again, note two things.  This quote is my favorite, in conjunction with 7.)  "The court FURTHER FINDS that reasonable efforts were made to prevent or eliminate the need for removal as itemized above".........OHCOMEON!!  WHAT EFFORTS?  and then...the part where the court order that the child be placed with the Department of Human Services, under the supervision of the Department of Human Services no less...pending further order of the court.  Within 2 hours, the baby was presented to a foster family.  Do they work for DHS?  Oh, they get paid by the state.  I don't think they work for, or are under the supervision of DHS, either one though.  How do I know that?  I've been in the foster care system before.  I was a farm hand btwn. 10-12, remember?  I know how this works.

Today we attended what we will always remember to be "Visitation the first".  There must have been 20 people there, all of which, I'm sure, really gave a shit one about whether our family stayed together or not.  I remember, most, wanting to reach for anything that I could throw at the originator of all this crap, EMILY, who, when asked about the dangers to the life and health of the child, prattled off her part of Drugs, dealing and using, as being the reason for it (and made a huge point of mentioning that I had not been to have myself hair follicle tested), oh, and the bonding thing...oh yeah, that's really putting the child in danger of her life and health, right?....unfreekin' believable.  It wasn't ten minutes in that I realized that all 20 or so of these people were only there for one reason...to look like they were doing something to earn their respective paychecks (paid for by, yes, you got it, YOUR TAX DOLLARS).  It took me only another five to realize that I wouldn't be a very willing participant in all this.

Please America, understand, re-read this snow job, and remember this.  I talked to an awful lot of my friends about this before I decided this.  I remember an awful lot of them going "WTF?" and "Are you serious??" and from a few also "I don't understand"...to which I hotly replied "That's funny...NEITHER DO I!"  I thought about it and I analyzed it, and, more importantly, I hammered this all out, right here for all the world to see.  My conclusion?  Liz will be just fine.  Trilynn, my legal daughter, slaving in the foster mines as we speak?  It's all good...she'll make it too.  Me?  They don't want me in the picture, you know it, and so do I.

So what am I gonna do about it?  Well...I plan to attend my scheduled meeting with just about the only person that attended today that I even slightly trust...Shelby the vet rep from PHC, who has been primarily on my side through all of this, and probably would have continued to be there for me as well, I truly believe.  I plan to explain to her that I need to go away.  Be by myself for a while.  Get a job in another state (always has been easy for me to do, every other time that I left, I'm sure this time will be no different).  I'm sure she'll understand, after I make myself clear to have her read this post, and after my rejection from legal aid to take my case in this matter.  I am a third wheel here.  I will only make things much worse than they could be, were I to stick around.  Besides, I have much bigger fish to fry in our immediate future, remember America?  Somebody's gotta do something about this f***ed up country of ours, and I can't do much from the bottom of the pit I've dug for myself...right?  :D

#NRA JACQUE, @JackieKarlson, Mort Karlson, @BringBackOurMarine

OMG America.  Am I an idiot?  I think I might just be.

In my quest to do good and hope for the same good in others, I have once again proven myself mistaken.  Once again, I put my heart on my sleeve for America, and once again, I was forced to bend over and take more of the same stuff I've been taking for 11 years.  Once again, I've been proven that America and its people are in worse shape than ever, and it's getting to the point where I don't believe it can be fixed.

Oh, but this is gonna be fun.

I think maybe some of you know, America, that I have nothing to hide.  Mr. Open.  Mr. No BS.  Well, this includes the bad as well as the good, and the idiocy as well as the smarts.  This, unfortunately, includes some of my less smart material.

A few weeks ago, I started a conversation with one Jacque Karlson, a poor homeless lady, with diabetes and mental issues, who was sweating in her car every night in 90 degree + heat, with her very smart (still to be determined) husband Morten.  She played my heartstrings, America.  I couldn't believe that she'd been through so much.  It was almost like listening to myself talk, she was in such bad shape.  After I asked her to send me her story (please see my post "INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE - READER RESPONSE), I posted it (after her edits and her permission) and asked her if she wanted to come to Iowa, to have a place to live until her husband, who has a master's degree and could have gotten a job extremely quickly, until they could get back on their feet.  He's from Norway, and a pretty swell guy.  I don't have a problem with the guy whatsoever, other than he's extremely naive, and evidently under some kind of evil spell, because he won't leave her side, and never thinks she's in the wrong...even though she was in the wrong almost the entire time she was here.

She drove up from Florida.  On the way here, she came on to me.  She said she was tired of her husband, and, after he got a job and made money, she was going to leave him.  I didn't say much, but she talked about how sexual she was and told me she liked sex a lot, and wanted to have it with me.

When she got here, she immediately pulled out my fold out bed, and plopped down on it, and rarely got up the whole time she was here...only when she felt she had to.  One day after she got here (during which time we went to Wal-Mart and got some food she needed), I decided to go to work doing work I rarely do (cement work), in order to pay for another week at the hotel I stayed at, in order to keep them living with us.  I was in the process of trying to find an apartment for me and Liz (who, during the course of my work, decided it was time to have the baby).  She bitched at her husband constantly, and, thanks to his quiet demeanor, he rarely disputed her, but constantly did as she wanted.  I helped him do and create a resume, and he sent a few out before he left.

We fed them a lot of our food.  We had also asked that, upon her arrival, that she pay us $50 a week, because I knew the hotel I was in (extended stay), when they noticed them, would ask for it, and I wanted to avoid that.  They told me, when they got here that they had spent all their money getting here, and were broke.  They never did pay the $50 at any time.  She had plenty of money, during the course of her stay, however, for $6 packs of cigarettes, and bought them for her and her husband every day.  I suggested rolling her own, for a whole lot cheaper, and had an electric roller and more than enough tobacco, but said she wouldn't smoke anything but Marlboro Smooths.  When I returned, I came back to a fairly empty refrigerator.  We had spent my wife's food stamps already.  Jacque had spent the majority of hers, on herself as well.

I hooked up Morten with donating Plasma, because they needed the cash, and said they'd give me something from that, if I did so.  They got around $100 within 3 days.  They did not pay me anything from this either.

I asked them to take me places a few times...I always put in more gas than I needed to.  I also bought cigs for Jacque, and asked her to pay me back once...and she didn't.  She never paid me anything she promised she would.

8 days went by, and, upon delivery of some mail that wouldn't fit under the door, the landlord was forced to enter the room.  I had, to be fair, asked them not to answer my door or my phone.  They came in, as they often do when no one answers, to put our mail somewhere in the room.  Jacque was rude to them when they entered.  The front desk asked me to put them out.  I said I couldn't do that.

The next morning (this past Sunday, the 13th), they called my room, while I was with my wife (getting her and the baby from the hospital) and asked Jacque to leave the room.  I risked my ability to stay by writing the front desk a threatening letter, stating that they were to in no way threaten my company or me again, because I had paid my rent.  Because I was pretty broke by now, I had every intention to move out anyway.

Tuesday came along, and I was desparately looking for an apartment.  I had racked up a considerable amount off electric bill owing, and needed an apartment that was all utilities paid, and it had to be a one bedroom, because you aren't allowed to have a baby in an efficiency.  It was only 24 hours, and I hadn't found them an apartment.  I called emergency shelters....they were all full.  We had no money, and no options.  I got desparate.  I put two ads on Craigslist, stating I was in trouble.  I got a call from a guy who offered to put up my wife and the baby.  That's all I cared about.

I told Jacque and Morten that I had found something for the baby and Liz.  I would be going to the local shelter until things improved for us.  I told them I was sorry, that I had done all I could, to help.  They got mad.  They started bitching about it.  I got a little mad myself, and said that I didn't care about anything but the wife and the baby...and if they lost out, and I lost out....I didn't care, as long as the mom and the baby were safe.  They started to go off, complaining that I had brought them there for nothing (of course, Morten was ready to get a job interview, and they had a roof over their heads for almost 2 weeks, with tons of air-conditioning, peaceful uninterrupted rest, free of charge, with all the food they could handle, and I made sure that they had plenty of gas at all times).  Every once in a while, I'd ask Morten what he thought about what I was saying, and he'd shrug and say nothing...particularly if he was being looked at by Jacque.  Then he wouldn't even do that.

Pretty soon, a sensible, low-key, reasonably logical argument turned into a fight.  First, every time I tried to make a point she'd look at her husband (like I wasn't even there), talk over me (like I wasn't even there), and talk about the situation (like I wasn't even there), in an attempt to push my buttons and infuriate me.  It worked.  I left, and went for a walk with the dog to settle down.

When I came back, they were packing.  I couldn't believe it.  I truly couldn't believe that they were taking homelessness and idiocy over a small argument (that they started, for really, no reason whatsoever).  I was over it.  Then Jacque kept pushing my buttons...she got me so mad I started screaming at them.  Then I told them to stop packing, and just get their belongings and just get out.  I was upsetting myself, my dog and my baby, as well as my wife (who suffered from high blood pressure).  I just wanted them to leave now.

Then Jacque appeared in the doorway, and all attempts to get out had ceased.  She stood in my doorway, daring me to say a word or walk past her.  She wouldn't leave.  She said she had called the police.  I didn't care, I was happy to have them.  I didn't want to go near her, because I knew I was too angry to handle myself well.  I asked Liz to step over to our place, and shut the door, with Jacque outside of it.  She managed it, somehow.  The police arrived.  They talked to me all of 30 seconds, then spoke to them for nearly 30 minutes.  They left.  The police never once came back to talk to me.  We were thrilled...but I had reservations about that being the end of it.

 It seemed my reservations were correct.  It started with her talking to the baby's father's sister.  I went onto Jacque's page, to find that she had been discussing us to her.  I didn't get the entire conversation, but here's what little I did get.

Jacqueline Karlsen:  Tomorrow. I promise. No one does this to me and gets away with it. He will pay.
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Dawn Brueggeman-Lemke:  Are you calling cops too
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Dawn Brueggeman-Lemke:  I think you should delete this message because everyone can read this post
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Jacqueline Karlsen Taken care of. But he doesn't scare me at all.
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Christopher Bruce:  You're damn straight everyone can read it.. Jacque, you had best back it off...I will make it so the world knows what you are really like, and I will be using this post to prove it. You are a lying using little tramp and you will pay for this a lot more than I do.
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Then they called about a first aid kit they supposedly left here.  They called the police, stating I had stashed it.  I told them I didn't have it, that they must have grabbed it on the way out of the door.  I allowed the husband to go through my room...then after I got him back out, he went through the dumpster, thinking I'd thrown it out...while she waited out front and did nothing.

Then came harrassment...txt after txt, she pushed me and pushed me.  Threatened my family.  Threatened with the police.  Then, I called the police first thing in the morning.  They came and took my harrassment claim.  Then, she went to my post that I had put up about her.  She made a comment on it, which, thankfully, I moderate before it goes out.  Remember, she had given me permission to post it, I have all the texts and emails I need to prove that.  Her comment, which I plan to publish now went something like this:

TAKE THIS DOWN NOW. I MEAN IMMEDIATELY, OR YOU WILL BE SORRY! - Submitted by "Annonymous", which is her...

Then, I proceeded to block her at every turn...but she had one more I was not aware of, on Twitter...  Here's what she posted after the comment, On Twitter, @cbstraight8:

from @LucyAdams924 *obviously Jacque under a different name*, oooooooops....well, I'm sorry America.  She trashed me, then she erased the tweets, so I have no proof there...but she proceeded to try and destroy my marriage...things were said, like :  I sent her a cock picture, kissed her in the Wal-Mart Parking lot, and asked her for a blowjob when her husband was asleep...unreal.  Anyway...

So after this all happened, and the texts didn't stop (the officer said he was going to try and talk to her to get her to stop, or leave her a message to the same affect), she said she was on her way back to Florida, and good luck getting harrassment charges to stick with her being out of state.  I didn't believe it for a moment.  Just to test the theory, I made a reply to her txt, stating I still had her first aid kit, after all.  I didn't of course, but what better way to see if they were still hanging around.  You'll never in a million years guess what happened when I said that.

Next thing you know, the police and Jacque showed up at my door.  Florida bound indeed!!  After the lieutenant I called to the scene arrived, it was as simple as telling him what I did, and both parties were informed to leave each other alone...but I had a sinking feeling that it was yet to be over.

I was right...and the lowest possible thing happened then.  DHS showed up at my door, with allegations of child abuse, drug sales and drug abuse.  If any of you Americans have been through anything like this, you know you have to start paying and paying for this allegation, over and over...testing happens throughout the year.  You get charged for it everytime you test, a ridiculous amount.  Getting away from abuse and drug allegations is hell....well, I'm not gonna stand for it America.  Just because someone points their finger at me, and says I abuse a 9 day old baby, I'm not going through it.  It's just not gonna happen.  They have no right to destroy my life over a crazy woman's finger pointing.  I'm going to get the best lawyer on this I can get.

On her way out, the first day, she stole my food and some of my things.

For anyone who would like to know it, this woman is mentally ill.  She boycotts several stores because she is not able to take guns into them, Target, for sure.  They drive a 2004 Blue sport Chevy Cavalier.  There's a plate on the front with a tropical look to it, that says Morten and Jacque.  The plate on the back is from Florida.  WATCH OUT FOR THESE PEOPLE AND DO NOT TALK TO THEM.  She takes pills like they're going out of style.  She very nearly killed her husband while she smiled in his face.  These are things that you will find in her story, posted under INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE - READER RESPONSE, just a few posts back.  Please note the threatening comment located at the bottom of the post.  Here too, are two emails sent to me, that also prove this woman should not be approached...

#NRA #Reagan Jackie@jackiekarlsen2

@cbstraight8 Go ahead keep up the lies, because they will catch up with you loser. You lying, cheating pig. I was told you are a stalker. #NRA #Reagan Jackie@jackiekarlsen2 @cbstraight8 Not mention YOU stole my food and tried to get me to cheat on my husband of 22 years, when I wouldn't you became jealous! lolol

Jealous indeed...she's 51.  My wife is gorgeous and 35.  She has a beer gut that most men would envy.  She's bossy, spoiled, and overbearing...my wife is quiet and normal, and doesn't take a single pill...yeah, I want her instead.  She's fat, ugly, old and commandeering.  This is really what I want to be with for the rest of my days, SURE!!!!

The Price Is Your Rights - Part IV, The Showcase Showdown!

Murder and Mayhem

http://www.desmoinesregister.com/story/news/local/des-moines/2014/06/09/des-moines-city-council-wants-better-inspection-hotels/10266837/

Ah...I dunno 'bout y'all, but Murder and Mayhem?  Gotta be two of my favorite subjects.

I won't go into today's findings...I've already had my fill, tankyooberrymutts.  Besides, you of course already saw all you wanted to on the post I posted earlier, entitled "INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE UPDATE!"  Something I didn't say was, that the city council of Des Moines has FINALLY said, "Gee....maybe we oughtta do something about those there hotels."  Here's the thing though, one of the hotels they mention doing something about also houses the mother of the child whose father was murdered...in THIS one (shown above).  I love this town.  If you'd like to hear more about that, plus plus, please, wait a minute...then go and see the other blog I just started:  Iowa & More Importantly, Des Moines Iowa; shown here:

http://desmoinesandiowathevenusflytrap.blogspot.com/

Now, of course, we won't be going into all that here...this is AMERICA'S deadly sins, not Des Moines'...hence the creation of the other one.  So let's get down to the Nitty.  Oh, and the Gritty too, can't do without that one, now can we?

Let's start with murder.  Now, murder, in and of itself, is probably what we Americans do best, right after our skills of "go to war", taxes, follow government blindly, and litigate against others.  How do I know this?  Well, I'd have to say that the numbers speak for themselves.  In order for those numbers to speak for themselves loudly enough, however, we have to have the usual gambit of comparison countries.  And what are the ones we love to pit ourselves against the most?  Well, there's England....though I'm not exactly sure why we compare ourselves to that country, given that they only sport about a 25th of our national size, in square miles.  But I digress.  Now Russia...THERE'S  country more suited to compare to us.  Then China.  Brazil, that's gotta be halfway comparable.  Australia!  That's a biggie.  Canada.  OK, so they don't carry the population we do...but then, you have to remember that some of those itty bitty countries, like Ireland, Isreal, the Korea's and the Viet Nams are FAMOUS for murder, as far as brother against brother, anyway.  Then there are others that are smaller than us, but have a heavy duty populous, like Mongolia, India and Japan.  Then you have those where murder is as bad as shoplifting, like Turkey, Egypt, Iran and Iraq and Afghanistan.  I suppose we should give at least 10, some from each of these, a fair comparison against our great country, in order to be non-conformist and non-judgemental.

Soooo...whaddya say we go with Japan, Russia, China, India, Afghanistan, Brazil, Ireland, Canada, Egypt, and...OH, OK, England...there, ya happy?  Damn Brits anyway...

Let's start with murderers.  Now this is a tricky label to stick onto someone.  First you have to remember that not all people that are accused of murder are murderers.  Especially when you consider our system of justice, which falls directly under the Constitution where it says "Innocent until proven guilty."...a  definitive way of handling the accused that we Americans have neither promoted, exhumed, or practiced.  Nope, 'round these hare pahts, we shoot first, and ask questions LATER.  You're guilty, then you're allowed to (maybe) prove you're innocent.

Then you have to remember that, in all these nations (including ours), that records and statistics can never be 100% accurate, for a number of reasons.  For one, there are forever on-going investigations, cold cases, murderers that are murdering and not ever being caught, as well as murders that are happening that we have zero knowledge of.  Then, if you REALLY want to take it to another level, there are six yr. old murderers that haven't murdered anyone yet.  They're still murderers, they just haven't fully matured as yet.  Isn't it fair to count these kids too?  Then there's the postal worker that hasn't had time to flip out, and the college kid who hasn't been rejected by women enough yet.  With all of this in mind, let's go on.

So, the good ol' U.S.A.'s number of murderers in our 200 yr. history (according to Murdercyclopedia, www.murdercyclopedia.com) is 4,686....men.  That's 92 men per state, on the average.  Oh, and for the record, no one in the world has more documented murders...men or women or BOTH...except for Australia and Great Britain.  They themselves have no more murderers, combined...than just Texas...men.  Texas?  825.  Australia? 118.  Great Britain? 411.  Wowsers.  That we know of, sure.  That have been documented?  OK...but those places have been around FOREVER!!  We've only been here for a little over 200 years!!!!! (Have you noticed that the English speaking countries are the only countries with a high number?  I think I see a pattern here...lol)

On to women murderers.  Australia?  21.  The U.K.?  100.  America?...ooh boy.  650.  Add that to our running total, and you have around 7300 murderers in the history of this country.  I'm sorry kids, but that number is just a little too high for my liking.  So, in the history of the world, that we've kept track of?  The U.S., of course, leads the world...combined almost, at 7300 murderers.  England's next with 511.  That, by the way, in case your math stinks, is 6800 less than us.  Australia, believe or not weighs in at a scant 139.  Ireland, 9, China, 63.  Japan, 67, Brazil 16, Mother Russia, 51, Canada 118, India 39, Afghanistan, 4; Egypt - 3.

Now you know this is gonna be sickening. We're gonna do the ones for only last year.  I only wish I could find the figures since the beginning of our nation...I even tried.  It's pretty much out of the question.

Well, http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2013/09/16/u-s-murder-rate-higher-than-nearly-all-other-developed-countries-fbi-data/ says it's 14,000+.  24,000 a decade before that.  4.7 per 100,000 people.

So what you're saying, then, is that, in my city, of half a million, that we'll have 23.5 murders in this year alone.  I don't really believe that I like that number a whole lot.  In case you can't really figure the odds on that number, let me help you out.  The chances that you'll be murdered, in my town, before new year's next year is somewhere close to 1 out of 40,000 people.   Maybe 1 out of 45,000.  The last one in my city (that I know of, anyway) was a little too close to home.  Right down the street, literally, and affected the outcome of someone's life who was right next to me.  Screw that!!  Give me Australia, where I probably wouldn't be murdered...well, ever.

OK, what about mayhem?  We haven't talked about that a whole lot.  Well, probably because there isn't a whole lot of that going on...or is there?  Or will there be?  Well, just about every conspiracy-related Yahoo in our country is talking about economic crashes, government cover ups, Benghazi, terrorists, Hilary for President, Hilary for President over my dead body...have you been to Twitter of late?  Read the feed.  Follow it for five friggin' minutes.  Here's the thing....you can't.  I can't keep up with all the bad news that comes over Twitter in a five-minute post session.  Everybody's mad about everything.  This country is going to go belly-up, martial law may be our way of life, and mayhem will rule supreme.  I wouldn't doubt that everyone's first order of business will be to raid the local hardware stores, and pick up as many shovels and screwdrivers and flashlights as they can get their little paws on.  Then, they'll all storm the East coast, and start diggin'...we'll be looking for FETA, and all government and their families, on the off-chance that we might just be able to look 'em in the eye before we ship 'em of to a parallel plane.  It'll be like a treasure hunt...remember when we used to do Easter-Egg hunts or treasure hunts when we were kids?  Oh, we'll have such fun, won't we??  See ya soon!!  :D

JACQUE KARLSON - READER RESPONSE!!

A voice speaks up, in order to be heard!  No, I will not be the first, last, or only victim of our Government's attempts to rule us sheeple!!  Nor will I be the only person to fall victim to Obama's Socialist-style rule either, as is obvious in the following story.

I give you:  Yet another victim in our fight to reclaim our nation!!

*Submitted 6/22/2014"

The first 29 years of my life were hell.

I was born in 1963. The next 29 years would bring abusive parents, child molesters, an ex-husband that encouraged orgies. It was awful. My ex-husband even molested our child. He's in a Pennsylvania prison thanks to me.

It all started when I was six years old.  I had multiple molesters; it was truly an awful time.  In 1990, I went on a mission. I made up my mind that I had suffered enough. I've been to Germany, and twice to Israel. Back then the Internet hardly existed, but I was lucky enough to get a chance to volunteer, at the time, to monitor USASprintNet. Not many people will know what that is.  I ran a Bulletin Board System. I met men there. I was on a mission for a serious life change.

Praise God I met a good man in May in 1992. He came to the U.S. in August of that year from Norway, and we married a month later. I couldn't afford to get him a green card, so I worked three jobs for over a year to get him nationalized. Finally, we came to be able to afford a green card and an immigration lawyer in 1993. We were doing very well now.  My husband was working, and my company sent me to San Jose, CA, where we were both offered full-time jobs. That lasted a year.

My husband became very sick woth diverticulitis, a digestive disorder, that causes severe abdominal cramps. We couldn't afford to stay in California, and moved back to Florida. He got his previous job back.

After renting apartments for several years,  we bought a house in 1998, and a new car in 2000. With both of us working, we had been doing well. At least until October 2001, when I became disabled. I fought with the SSA for years with the help of Congressman Bill Young, God rest his soul, who died in 2013.  He got me to an Administrative Law Judge who found me extremely credible.  The SSA dragged their feet in disbursing my back-pay. Congressman Young demanded they give me an emergency payment until they settled with the attorney. He served in Congress for 43 years. He visited Walter Reed when he was so sick that he couldn't walk. When he announced his retirement I was sickened. I cried all night for this wonderful Congressman who went out of his way for the Military, Veterans, and disabled people. He should have ran for President! He didn't get to enjoy his retirement. He died before he could even retire, and was replaced by David Jolly, a total loser.

Due to the way our mortgage was structured we were forced to refinance in 2002. Our mortgage payment increased, putting additional strain on our finances. In August 2003, we ultimately lost the house and once again became renters. My husband worked hard, and also started college that same month. I needed a full-time caregiver. The insurance alone cost us $800 a month. Florida doesn't pay much, and he only made $10 an hour and worked at least 50 hours a week.  Then his company decided to stop paying for overtime, like a lot of businesses had started doing around that time.  My husband worked hard, but I needed a full-time caregiver so he left his job in December 2003.

I am very sick, I'm disabled, and I have diabetes, high blood pressure, PTSD, anxiety, and numbness in all limbs. My husband has saved my life over and over again when my blood sugar dropped, sometimes all the way down to the 30's. I take insulin. My diabetic cat even saved my life once, God rest his soul too.

Anyway, back in 2008 we paid cash for a mobile home.  We lost it too, because we couldn't afford the energy bills, since I only get a measly $833 a month.  I stayed home in the 80´s with my now three grown children, 25, 28, and 31.

My husband now has an Associate, Bachelor's, and a Master's degree in Business Administration. He finished in 2010. We deferred our loans over and over but the Federal Government stopped it since King Obama took office. Our credit is destroyed and we owe combined over $135,000.

We rented a duplex in 2012, the man knew full well that I only received $821 a month. He charged us $500 a month, and the energy bill was over $250 and it was in his name.  Because of how much we were racking up in electricity, he tried to evict us. I went to legal aid and backed him off as long as I could. He even cut the electricity off on us on December 23rd, so we plugged our extention cords into the empty side of the duplex to at least have the refrigerator and a couple of lights on. My lawyer demanded he turn it on, which he did after leaving us in the dark for four days. Merry Christmas. We finally had to leave in February 2013 with our two precious cats that we had for 10 years since they were kittens. We lived in our car until April 2013.

We had a serious car accident during this time, due to doctors who prescribed me insane amounts of Morphine and Oxycodone. We are lucky to be alive. My two babies, the cats, were not so lucky.  My husband says I sped up to 95 miles an hour, then turned towards him and smiled at him while I did it too.  I then proceeded to drive the vehicle off the road and flipped it at least four times.

My husband had a blood clot on his brain. We don't know if it has gone away as they said it would, because he doesn't have health insurance.  An American citizen without health insurance. He can have Obamacare for $250 a month? Florida stopped my Medicaid and demanded I sign up for Obamacare. No thanks. We will never sign up for Obamacare. I have Medicare. I am drug free today other than Xanax. I will never get away from that because of PTSD and Anxiety due to my extremely abusive parents, child molesters, and my criminal ex-husband.

Our car was totalled in the accident, so when we were discharged from the hospital we had neither home nor car. We opted to rent a U-Haul van in order to have something to sleep in. We of course couldn't afford $300 a week for long, and didn't know what else to do. Upon asking my mother for help, we got nothing. She let us go to jail for failure to re-deliver a hired vehicle...a 3rd degree felony. We spent 58 days in jail for that.  On the final court appearance with the public defender and prosecution, who were useless, wanted us to plead guilty to a felony. I told the Judge no way. I will not be a felon for being disabled and homeless. We called the prosecutors bluff and threatened to hire a private attorney. They gave in immediately. My mother paid $3,000 to get us off with no conviction on our records.  It's all about money these days.

For several months she left us to sleep in the hot streets of Pinellas County Florida, where you aren't allowed by law to sleep at all, or you risk arrest. Needless to say, we didn't have much of a choice.  Finally in October 2013 she bought us a 'car to sleep in!' My witch of a mother, who has this big house with an extra bedroom downstairs in her basement, and has two vehicles for herself, puts us out on the street; forcing us to either camp or sleep out in our car.

We have been either camping or sleeping in the car ever since. We are right now, as we speak. Sitting in a hot car all day with no A/C...Sure, I have it, but we don't have the kind of money to run it all day.  I only wish I could march up the White House stairs to let Obama know what his terms of presidency has done to us, as well as others.  We can only pray that the next President will put things right again.

- Submitted by Anonymous