Braving The Banjo

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OK, now that I got my YahYah's out, as well as my nah nah nah naaaaah nah's, it's time for a special "enlargement" post.  This will be the COMPLETE tale, beginning to end, of my little jail time experience.  You have to remember, this is not only the Mighty Sword's life, this is also the life of Mr. Christopher Bruce, the man with a talent for having the sh**iest luck on the planet, and for always being in the wrong place at the right time.

See, you would think, at least for most, that this would have been a simple case of "Corrupt DHS workers throw monkey wrench in defendant's life, because a.  They want to screw you up in your assessment appeal, keep your baby, and make you sign the abuse registry for ten years, and b.  they are mad because of that little ordeal with their pet foster parents (I suppose, for them, it's a lot like killing the neighbor's dog and hanging it on their door by a nail, just because you didn't like him burying bones in your successful garden.  They have a real knack for blowing things (and feelings) waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of proportion.  I'm sorry, I don't know WHY the word "feelings" got there, DHS never has feelings.  I'll think of a better one later....no time, haven't had any sleep since yesterday at noon), put out warrant for his arrest, Chris gets arrested, has to be deported back to home city, Chris goes before judge pays bail and goes free until court...but it ain't.  No, my interesting Judeo-Christian friends, Chris's life just don't play that.  Nothing is EVER "cut and dried" where this man is concerned.  Worse yet, it always seems to bleed out and affect nearly everyone within 20 feet of him as well.

Anyway, I digress.  Back to it, it should have been pretty cut and dried, but it 'tweren't.  See, it wasn't even the idiots at the Des Moines Police Department who figured out where I was.  No, there was a 3rd party to my capture, the one who fingered my Washington trick to throw off the Des Moines Police.  This party had a brain and a lot more power, where finding me on the Internet was concerned.  BTW, I still intend to go to Washington...but I couldn't feasibly attend until I flushed the harassment stuff down the toity.  Enter then, a CIA operative, who had suddenly become VERY interested when I put, on the Church's blog post, the phrase "I fully intend to camp out on Obama's doorstep, until he does something about the corruption in my state.  As if I could a.  Get within 1000 yards of Obama's doorstep without going on a tour, b.  I would be allowed to stay on Obama's doorstep, after the tour's end, c.  given my current age and spryness, I couldn't possibly pole vault the very high barb-wire fence like the other guy did, and finally, d.  Like I would be capable of any such violence.  He and he alone is responsible for my capture...not the incompetent Detective Jack Lancaster, as I first believed.

So the Carroll Police were then called to my door to do the dirty deed.  The one officer was pretty polite, and was nice enough to allow me to call my wife and take a few minutes.  The other officer, his partner, was also nice...until the cuffs went on, and I went from acceptable free citizen to cuffed offender, A.K.A. No better than the dirt under his nails.

I was ushered to the Carroll County Jail (it's important to mention, here, that at NO time, during the ENTIRE arrest, or during any subsequent interviews, was I ever quoted Miranda), where I was booked by, who I thought was, an initially nice booking clerk.  Around 2 minutes prior to my being ushered to my cell, I started a bout of fibrillation, something that hasn't happened in years.  Now, a little history, I have had these small occurrences since I was approximately 7.  What happened is, I fibrillate for around 2 minutes, and my heart races to around 180-200 beats a minute, and until I concentrate and end it, it will ravage my circulatory system and fry my brain, leaving behind a massive headache.  Only 2 times, has it ever gone on longer.  The first time was during Hurricane George, my first hurricane, where it lasted for nearly 2 very long and very pain-inducing hours.  I finally had to brave the hurricane and get an IV in my arm that stopped it for me in around 5 minutes, following that 2 hours.  I remember how drained my system was, and the headache obtained from it had, up to this point, been unequalled.

The 2nd time happened here.  I recognized it immediately of course, and asked for someone in the medical field, or an ambulance for the father.  I was ignored, and then placed in my cell.

This heartbeat continued on for over an hour.  All the while I begged, threatened, screamed and yelled over them, in order to "Promise" then, a lot like all the others who have blatantly done these parents in, that their jobs would be had, and people would very much pay; for a medical doctor or nurse to be present to observe this very critical and life-threatening condition.  Then, thankfully, it ended...just two moments before the DMPD showed up to usher the defendant to Polk County Jail.

Now, I have to take a moment to state, also, that at this time, as well as a few times to follow, I will be praising the names of a few select DMPD's and PC Sheriff's for doing their respective jobs, and doing them well; respectfully AND lawfully.  These folks have earned my "above and beyond" awards, and are hereby to be recognized for actually "Protecting" as well as "Serving"  the main two jobs that are SUPPOSED to be practiced by ALL in law enforcement.  Remember the names well, DES MOINES, and hope, for yourself in YOUR case, the names of those who are honest and forthright.

So, that being said, I'd like to thank (?) and (?) of the Des Moines Police Department, for being kind to this defendant, and for making conversation on the trip back to Des Moines.  (I'm afraid I have to leave the names off of the blog, until I can contact the Guthrie County Sheriff's office...I ADD'd all of my legal papers in the nice Sheriff's car that rode my tired butt into the next county, after getting hypothermia and walking for nearly 25 miles in 31 degree weather with only a jean jacket on.  These two were patient and considered my story from various sides, instead of most people I know, who are generally one-sided in their thinking.

Now, I can say a lot of bad things about the Polk County Sheriffs.  Remember, these are the Judge's goons at the Polk County Courthouse, and I have no respect for most of them.  But the CO's at the jail (with the notable exception of one, whose story will soon be related) were quite understanding and pretty amiable as well...if you were a good egg, and followed the rules, as well as weren't too damned annoying; or just were plain old off of your rocker.  Unfortunately, I won't be giving you their real names, only because they aren't allowed to give them out...something to do with possible "favoritism" or something like that.  I will be describing them only as C.O. A, B, etc., and as long as THEY know who they are, they can garner their own appreciation, and we'll just leave it at that.  Anyway, like I stated, I can say a lot of bad enough things about them and their jail, but the one thing I won't be able to say is that they don't consider your life and your health more important; over and above anything to do with incarceration.  I wouldn't be so fortunate with the Carroll County Sheriffs.  These people laughed at me while I went through this, and made fun of everything I was screaming about, and totally ignored me, in order to deprive me of the help I was desperately in need of, concerning a very important life-threatening condition.  They will, of course, be added to what I now call "The Bruce Bitch List", my very long list of a forever growing number of people who will be paying...out of their a**es, as well as with their respective positions.

Moving along, I arrived at Polk County to enter "The Fishbowl", a cell made entirely of Cement, where you are expected to eat, go to the bathroom in front of, and share sleeping places with as many as 12-15 other Polk County misdoers, while you wait interminably for next morning's court arraignment on your charges, or wait while your loved ones struggle, against all odds (collect phone calls, putting money on your books, etc.) to bail you out a.s.a.p.  There is only one bad thing about the processes you need to make and follow in order to accomplish everything:  If you've never been through this before, as in the case of your spouse's mate, it's nearly impossible to communicate to them, all within a 15 second radius).  Then at the end of your stay, you generally still won't have money on the books, won't have talked to your wife in days, and are no closer to getting out than you were when you went in, even after a few days.  Suddenly, I had a mental relapse back to DHS's "reasonable efforts", where they offer you ridiculous things that serve NO purpose to help reunify you.  *shudders*

So, as you already know, I had the very fair Judge Birkenholtz, and he, of course, disregarded Mr. Sarcone's suggestion, and let me get my bond, and, naturally, my bail as well.  Directly following this, as you also know, I had my surprise interview with Mr. CIA.  All went surprisingly well with that too.  He understood that this was about my daughter and the corruption in my state, and nothing more.  What's more, he took extra time to question me about what I had gone through with DHS as well, like he was attempting to ascertain, not my talking too much about it, but more like he was trying to figure out if DHS wasn't maybe going too far.  That made me feel a little more confident about my trip to Washington.  I made it perfectly clear that this was about jobs, and that what I said about camping out on Obama's doorstep was simply a metaphor.  I also made it perfectly clear that I had no intention of setting up camp on his actual doorstep.  I meant, actually, that it was Washington itself, hat I considered to be Obama's doorstep.

On day one of my little stay at Polk County, I grew tired, already, of watching other people getting out, and I was still having issues making it clear to my wife what she was supposed to do to get me out.  After a time, I got that I needed someone...ANYBODY, that would sign my guarantee with the bailbondsman, that I would appear on the court date stated.  I then called my brother, who I THOUGHT would sign the bond paper.  He didn't quoting that I still owed him money from before, money that we had talked about and argued that I owed him little to nothing, and he insisted that it was more.  Well, screw you too brother.  I had friends/ex-bosses that were nicer, they signed it, and my family won't, over an amount of money not worth spitting on, really.  As for calling my mother, I got about as far; she hung up as soon as it was known that she might have to pay a small collect phone bill.  Really?  In retirement, she made more money than when she actually worked for the state...so that's no excuse in my eyes either.  And you wonder why I'm not too thrilled with my immediate family.

After talking with my mother, I was despondent that my own family didn't even trust me to show for court, even though I've never skipped out on a court date to date...but my former bosses, who I've known for far less (and who obviously know me a lot better than my family does, currently), did...the following day.  Needless to say, though, on that first day, I was pretty down...and I threw a couple of minor temper tantrums.  The C.O. on that day was the only guy I didn't get along with too well, mostly because he liked abusing his position somewhat.  He threw me into solitaire...and they stripped me naked.  The next morning, as additional punishment (like practically breaking my bones in order to leave me in the cell, added to being left in a cell with nothing to do and the lights on all night, with crazier people than you banging and raising hell all the time wasn't nearly enough), for breakfast, I was treated with a whole honeybun, a small carton of milk, and an orange juice.  Nice rounded meal, huh?

The day after that, things went better.  By the time I was done with that day, it was time to get out.  All of that went ahead with nary a hitch...but I was left in Des Moines BY Des Moines with no money, and no way home.  I would mention this at a more appropriate time, but to say it now makes more sense.  Polk County, who has continuously sucked me dry of fines and things to pay for, where their justice system was concerned, had drug me back to a city I despise now...and abandoned me to fend for myself, where getting home was talked about...and along the way home, different sherrifs of other counties were giving me ride along the way TO GET ME BACK HOME.  What's wrong with that picture????

So I decided not to stick around long, and I stuck out the good ol' reliable thumb and got to work.  Funny though, it would seem that rural Iowa isn't as big on picking up hitch-hikers as they used to be.  This would soon present a problem.  Remember too, that when I got arrested, it had just been a balmy 80 degrees, and all I had been arrested with was a short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of cargo's.  I had brought no coat, my pay card had been left with the wife, and I had no food, money, and had left all of my phones at home.  I was a little screwed there...but, like a fool, I counted on the good people of Iowa (of which I later found out, was running a bit short of generosity and understanding, in addition to some other things I discovered that might have dampened a soul in that part of the country thinking that ALL hitchhiking is illegal.  No, Iowa, hitchhiking isn't all illegal.  Only the kind that is done on a U.S. Interstate...that's it.  State roads, county roads and gravels are all good for that. You can't do this on a four lane interstate...and I can pretty much understand that thinking.  No, hitchhiking is NOT illegal on those secondary road and highways and lower.

I started the trip at the QT in Grimes at 6 p.m.  By this time, the temps dropped almost 40 degrees to an overnight stay at a local friend's place for the night.  I started the trip at around 7.

I walked straight through from Grimes to Granger, an 8 mile hike, as the Bruce flies.  I was picked up in Granger, then, by a nice elderly sheriff of that county, and he rode me all the way to Perry.  He left me in a spot by the plant there, where it was well lit, and I thought to pick up a ride there....that NEVER came.  As I stood in the even colder weather, another such sheriff picked me up there as well.  One thing though, the farthest he was able to lift me was the airport in Parry...about one and a half miles from my previous spot...and presented this as my problem now; in the blackest and coldest part of night, with nothing better than a car or so coming my way at a rate of 1 or so cars per every 15 minutes.  Not a good sign...and now the traffic, of course, was on the decline...as was my warmth.  By the time I had only gotten a mile or so, the cold was unbearable, and it was now around midnight, with no relief in sight.  I was practically hypothermic, and no shelter would present itself now until I got home, or morning came...not good odds for a thinner man.  As a small burg came up along the right, I made a beeline for it, hoping for somewhere to be open for warming.  I would soon be quite disappointed with my findings.

The town of Dawson, Iowa, was around 300 or so in population, and one of Iowa's smallest burgs.  Worse yet, there was nary a place that might even partially promise to be open.  I looked around for a sleeping resident's vehicle...a move of desperation.  I figured warming up for 15 or so minutes in an open vehicle might help me out.  It didn't help a whole lot, at this point though.  Something else would have to be found to help out.

This is where it gets super strange.  On my way out of that dead town, I spotted a miserably old wrecked trailer.  The door was wide open, obviously with nary a resident in sight.  I cautiously approached this and entered, with the hope of finding a warmer piece of clothing or the like.  What I found instead would be a Godsend.  On the window in the living room was a large thick blanket covering the window.  I grabbed it...then started.  I heard a rustling outside that I was sure might be someone checking out the now closed trailer.  I bolted for a dark bedroom and waited.

Soon it became quite apparent that there were people walking through the trailer, and I moved ever so slowly to cover myself in my dark corner.  After it seemed like the walk through had ended, I moved to the living room to find the door once again wide open.  I freaked.  I bolted for the door, and saw a brand new caddy drive by, with a single occupant.  Not wanting to find out if they might be searching for someone they didn't recognize as being the one they suspected might have been in that trailer made me a little paranoid.  I would later discover that my paranoia was pretty well founded.

As the caddy passed me by, I made a run to get out of that dead place.  I made for the highway, but didn't quite make it before two cars caught up to me.

The first contained about 5 boys.  It slowed down, and I noticed that at least 5 heads had all turned in my direction.  With a slight whimper, I wrapped the blanket closer around me, and then noticed that the 2nd vehicle was the newer caddy that had passed by me earlier.  Now I was seriously tripping, and walked faster.  I watched as both cars reached the highway I was headed towards, then both moved on to go another mile North, then east, then back to the original road they had passed me by on.  By this time I had reached the highway, and had made it around a 1/4 mile past this to the West.

I then watched as the caddy went East...and the original car with the boys had turned no other direction than the one I had been headed in.  All I could think about at this time was Stephen King's Children of the Corn, and decided on what I would later discover would be a very prudent move...I made for the dark corn field to my left and covered my entire body with the blanket.  They passed me by...then stopped and turned around in about another 1/8...as far, I imagine, as I could have possibly made it by this time.

Now, if this had stopped then, I would have chalked it all up to paranoia.  But here's the weird thing...when the two cars again met up at the same checkpoint road, I watched for another two hours as these same cars branched out to further and further roads, as if they were still looking for the offender...just because I had borrowed an ichy blanket out of an already demolished and abandoned trailer that wouldn't have been salvagable by fire even.  I think my life, even though it's not worth a whole bunch as it stands, was certainly worth this town's huge sacrifice of a ratted out blanket in a trailer that wasn't worth the money they might have gotten by scrapping the metal on it, or wasn't even being lived in, and whose door was wide open.  It gave me the creeps, and I ducked and covered often, yet usually had beaten them and continued on before they made it to the next road.  I was never more pleased to get away from a town in Iowa than that one, people.  The actions taken by these horribly bored residents made DHS's stuff look like amateur scare tactics,  compared to what I witnessed in Dawson, believe that.

I walked over 12 miles to the next town of Jamaica Iowa.  This brought my running walking miles to a whopping total of 20 in those limited hours.  I reached Jamaica, and finally ran into yet another sheriff.  This one would run me to Carroll County, my home county.  I don't think I'll be returning to Guthrie county...well, ever, I can bet, unless I'm drivin' straight through.

As the sheriff there dropped me off, he promised he would contact the Carroll County sheriff to get me the remainder of the way, a statement I didn't feel the need to argue about.  I gladly waited, and the promised Sheriff did arrive.  He got me as far as Glidden, about 7 miles outside of Carroll, and I once again stuck out the ol' thumb thinkin' I wouldn't be long getting a ride at all, considering the distance I wanted to go.

Instead, I walked almost another 5 miles before I would get a ride into Carroll, bringing the whole walking total to more miles in that distance of travel than I had ever experienced in a combined run of equal or greater distance.  There has never been a happier guy than me than to finally get home, take a shower (that I hadn't done for over 3 days) and change the clothes that I had been in for the same frame of time.  Pretty weird for an otherwise cut and dried ordeal that most would go through in the same circumstances, eh?  :D

SPECIAL NOTE:  The church blog post, will, of course, be replaced at the head of the blog again following a 24 hour reading of this post.  This is only to allow the promised new readers of law enforcement to reap their thanks for doing the father right in this strange and scary time.  Now, that will, of course, place that post back at the bottom of the "Most Read Posts" list, and start it back over...but I'm sure you fine readers will drive it right back up again.  Toodles.

PCJ, my PCJ (Free at Last!!)

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Boy, if this ain't the truth...only, mostly, because of
this state's corrupt legal system and those in charge
of it...something that will NOT be a problem soon.

Well kids?  John P Sarcone didn't get his way.  He wanted the father to have his bond revoked until May 5th.  He didn't get that.  I don't think he considered the probability of me getting a judge he couldn't pay off.  Everybody say  AWWWWWW!!!  And Bitch Gosch and Bitch Nieman didn't get their way either.  They got half of what they wanted, but they didn't get me put away until the assessment, and they still have to testify (and get their careers destroyed in the process).  And remember this, America, best of all?  No contact orders do NOT apply in court hearings or jury trials.  :D

Now, There are, of course, as in any law, loopholes, of which I have one as well.  Now, because of the no contact order, I cannot speak or contact these women in any way, even electronically...which of course, includes this blog.  Well, I may not be able to talk TO them, but I can still sure as Hell still talk ABOUT them, as I have, and will continue to do so until the end of time.  So, for example, I couldn't say "You're a Go***mn Bitch, Katie Gosch", because then I would be addressing her directly; and "communicating with her via electronic communication."  I CAN however, turn to my neighbor and say "Katie Gosch is from Estherville, Iowa.  Her parents still live there", etc., and I'd be good.

I also couldn't say "Emily you're a lying little c***sucking c*** either, because, again,  this would contitute me as engaging in no contact order breaking.  I can, however, turn to you, America, and state, for the record, that "Bitch Gosch and Bitch Nieman live somewhere on Vista Drive in West Des Moines. Iowa...and I'm guessing, but I believe they stay in the same house too", and I'd be juuuuuuuuuuuuust fine.

So...Now we got that outta the way.  Now it's on to the PROMISED (and that will be attended, no thanks to the dirty rotten deceitful and soon to be unemployed District Attorney, John P. Sarcone) assessment appeal, which, thanks to one honest and fair Judge Birkenholtz, I will INDEED be in FULL attendance, with EVERYONE testifying to breaking their respective felony laws.  Call it the groundwork for "Many Suits to Come", eh?  :D

ARRESTED!!!!

My Husband, Christopher Bruce, has now been arrested for harassment.  Please, if you will, contact the DMPD, at 515-283-4811, and ask them why.  Make sure and ask for their proof of 1st Degree Harassment.  Here is the email address for the Chief of Police:

policechief@dmgov.org

Please, speak up and support my husband, as he sits in jail, waiting to clear his name in court, and make sure he gets his day...or Iowa might suffer because of this!!! Today, I got the call. Chris is in jail, and now on his way to Des Moines. Please keep us in our prayers, and thoughts. I'd thought  i would ever see the day that I would have to go though this.  When I heard about this, I ran home. I'm doing everything I can to help.

The Need to Ignore, Part I

Well folks, I did promise this church that their post would remain at the top o' the line, until such a time as they stop filing charges against this father, stop supporting the Pritchards in their fostering stolen children, and as soon as the Pritchards stop taking in foster children, as presented to them by DHS.  So here's how all that's gonna work.

I will either be adding to this post, or I will delete it, add my post, then repost this one.  So this will, I guess, be my "flagship" post, until all I have asked is done.

Needless to say, nothing has been done...except the filing of false 1st degree Harassment charges against this father, in an effort to stop him from a. Attending pertinent hearings that are coming up, in which I will be bringing my felony charges against DHS and all involved in our legal 3-ring circus.. as well as attending b. the appeal to the termination...if Judge William A. Price would ever get off his assets and get out a freekin' order so I can.  In the meantime, I'm sorry you will have to dig under this one for the newest stuff, but I promise that anything that comes out after (or below, as it were) this post will be well worth the dig, trust that.  Keep on truckin'...that's what I say.  On to Washington then!!  :D

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Ain't that something.

I sent a copy of the recording of the removal from the mother to the foster parents, in an effort to convince them they need to get out of the foster care business.  It would seem that ignoring the evidence and continuing to speak to the enemy in order to stop the father is what DHS and the Pritchards now have in mind.  So, I guess it's back to the church, their support system, right??  Thank God for the right to free speech...

So anyway, the FIRST FAMILY CHURCH, 317 S.E. Magazine Rd., in Ankeny, Iowa, has chosen to support the Pritchards in their efforts to continue to foster children ILLEGALLY SNATCHED from legitimate loving parents.

Here are the emails of all of the primary officials of this church.  Be sure and ask them what THEY'RE thinking?

jboone@ffclife.com  Joni Boone, Ministry Assistant

jcoleman@ffclife.com  Jennifer Coleman, Officer Manager/Finance

bdoubleday@ffclife.com  Becky Doubleday, Children's Ministry Assistant

celler@ffclife.com  Chris Eller, Pastor of small groups and Administration

cjerez@ffclife.com  Carlos Jerez, Family Pastor

ckelly@ffclife.com  Chris Kelly, College Ministry Intern

snoble@ffclife.com  Steve Noble, Worship Coordinator

rparks@ffclife.com  R.J. Parks, Director of Operations

aschendel@ffclife.com  Amy Schendel, Children's Ministry Assistant

josh@skow.org  Josh Skow

tstiles@ffclife.com  Todd Stiles, Lead Pastor

twalker@ffclife.com  Travis Walker, Youth Director

tbattles@ffclife.com  Tanner Battles, Communications Director

...and of course, Ms. Pritchards email again:  LindsaybPritchard@yahoo.com

The Church's Phone Number?:  515-964-8300

The Power Of: Part VIII - God

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And here we are kids....the last and final of the Power Of: Series.  You knew it was coming to this, didn't you?

You've heard me say that this country is just one big Sodom and Gomorrah, I'm sure.  That a pillar of salt is way too good for us.  This might be truer than you know.

See, we are, as of this day and age, a Godless nation.  It of course didn't used to be that way.  Remember back when we were great?  No, I imagine a lot of you don't.  I don't.  But I remember it wasn't all bad back in my day.  Did anyone notice how much less great we got as we went along?  I sure do.  And it gets worse everyday.  Any reason anyone might be able to think of, as to why that might be???  Maybe a couple thousand?

I can think of a few doozies.  How about when we took prayer out of our schools?  Or maybe when we deleted "And God and our Country" out of the Pledge of Allegience?  Hard to say really when it happened.  But one thing's for sure, the more we turn our backs on God in our nation, the more God seems to turn his back on us as well.  I really don't think we can take much more backsliding...do you?

Bring our faith back people.  I don't know about you, but I don't have a lot of love for fire and brimstone, it never was one of my favorites.  Put God back where he belongs...in our schools, in our families, in our country, and for God's sake and yours, back in your lives...before it's too late.  :D

The Power Of: Part VII - Life

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When I was born, I was so shocked and amazed, that I didin't talk for a whole year and a half.

- Anonymous

I'm not feeling alright today,

I'm not feeling that great,

I'm not catching on fire today,

Love has started to fade, 

I'm not going to smile today,

I'm not gonna laugh,

You're out living it up today,

I've got dues to pay

When the grave digger puts on the foreceps,

The stonemason does all the work,

The barber can give you a haircut,

The carpenter can take you out to lunch 

Now, I just want to play on my panpipes,

I just want to drink me some wine,

As soon as you're born, you start dying,

So you might as well have a good time,

Sheep go to Heaven,

Goats go to Hell,

Sheep go to Heaven,

Goats go to Hell

- Cake

Here we are folks...another chapter in the "Power Of" series.  You'll notice that we must be getting towards the end...more towards the end of my life.  More towards the end of my legal life (in this fashion, anyway)...more towards the end of this nasty part of my life.  And more towards the end of my more free life, I'm afraid.

I want to put in here that, even though this is more positive in its message, that there's a down side too.  See, I won't be doing this for a while.  How long of a while won't be clear until April Fools Day.  It may be a month...or it might be a year.  I guess I won't know, until it happens.  When and if it does, my interesting Judeo-Christian friends, you will know.

But, on the more plus side, just 2 things.  First, the Mighty Sword WILL have his day in court, come hell or high water.  See, April One is also the Assessment Appeal.  I WILL be in attendance.  No way I'm going to miss out on 27 witnesses, and a chance to completely clear both of our names of this slander and libel. What's more, they are NEVER going to get me to sign a Child Abuse Registry for ten years...not for this crap.  I will NOT.  EVER.

Second, I WILL finish this series.  Hence, two posts in a row, with a third right on its coattails.  And, in case you hadn't noticed, we're going over the top three Powers.

Why do I mention jail?  Well, remember the voicemails?  Harassment.  3rd Degree, and a simple misdemeanor...but remember kids, DHS is involved...and they're trying to bring this on me for the last 8 months.  Let's not mention that they tried this before, and failed because they had no real proof of it...but they were very good at pushing my buttons the last few weeks, and I'm sure they're going to have a few counts built up, as well as an asshole of a judge to push for the max sentence.  What's more, since this defendant has been in hiding, well, I'm sure they're going to be standing at the ALJ's door waiting for me to get there. 

This, however, will never, EVER get me to shut up.  I think you all know that.  Nothing will stop me from what I've set out to do, I don't care how much they torture me.  I've endured my share of pain, nothing they can do will hurt this defendant.

Anyway...back to Life.  Life sucks.  But it's supposed to.  If it's easy, you're doing something wrong.  The road to life is a bumpy one, and that bumpiness continues right to the end.  But without that life, you have...well, nothing.  Nothing to do, nothing to live for, nothing to do with it, and no footprints to leave.  You can't share your life with others, you can't live your life to the fullest, and you can't die...which means you can't and won't be living again.

So what IS the power of life?  Eternal life.  Living forever.  Loving forever.  Experiencing all of the powers for all of eternity, with the ones you've loved.  That makes Life a Power to die for.  :D

The Power of: Part VI - Love

The power of love is a curious thing
make a one man weep, make another man sing
Change a hawk to a little white dove
more than a feeling that's the power of love

Tougher than diamonds, rich like cream
Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream
make a bad one good make a wrong one right
power of love that keeps you home at night

First time you feel it, it might make you sad
Next time you feel it it might make you mad
But you'll be glad baby when you've found
that's the power makes the world go'round

You don't need money, don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life
That's the power of love

They say that all in love is fair
yeah, but you don't care
But you know what to do
when it gets hold of you
and with a little help from above
you feel the power of love

- Huey Lewis and the News

Boy, this one's been done to death, has it not?

There is, however, a damned good reason for this.  This one, of course, is probably in the top three of all-time important powers, the Creme de la Creme, the Master Race of Powers.  Love can make you do stupid things, smart things, unusual things, amazing things, dumb things, incredible things...it's truly the Prince of Powers, of that you can be most certain.

We of the inferior human race...and, even more so, of the more inferior American race, are forgetting what Love is like.  This power is beginning to be a lost art.  I can point out some good reasons for this.

For one, we've chosen to abandon the Originator of Love.  The spring from whence the stuff flows.  The unconditional inventor of the stuff.  But we'll cover that in the next "Power Of" post, right?  You know from where I come.

Two, our propensity towards being alone.  Detaching ourselves.  Shutting out the rest of the Earth.  Nobody wants this; or at least, no one USED to want this.  Nobody used to want to be alone.  But see, there's a side effect to love that no one wants any more of; but unfortunately this emotion just seems to go hand in hand with Love..or at least it does more these days.  This is due to the fact that, not only is our view more skewed these days (which can, again, be attributed to our forgetting how to love, exactly); and therefore, because Love is becoming the lost art that it is, we have trouble teaching our offspring how to love properly as well.  That side effect is pain.  There's pain everywhere, and we want no more of it.  So, since we believe that to love means that we must, inevitably, experience pain, we would much rather skirt the emotion altogether, rather than hurt later.

This is a huge mistake America.  Love should not, will not, and CANNOT be avoided because we don't want to hurt.  Hurt is natural, hurt is out there.  But to hurt means that you will, eventually, learn to heal, and because of that, you'll learn to be a better human for it.  It's just a part of our existence.  There's no getting around it.  You're going to hurt, sometime and somewhere.  It's a part of this great thing called life.

Please, America, whatever you do, do NOT skirt love, or you'll forever forget how to love.  If you forever forget how to love, you'll never be completely human.  You can't forget how to love.  If you don't know how, learn.  Read the classics.  Watch some old romantic films.  Keep this ideal, this POWER, alive.  If we, the human race, forget how to love, or avoid it to avoid pain, we'll never accomplish the greatest thing this race has ever known.  Love.  Real, True, and Unconditional.  And if you can't seem to grasp the concept, I have an idea that might seem stupid, but is a tried and true way to relearn the love you've forgotten.  Get a puppy.  Adopt a kitten.  Share the birth of one of your grandchildren with your children.  You'll remember how to love really, truly, and unconditionally in no time, this I guarantee.  :D

Isn't Life Interesting?

http://www.army.mil/article/82619/Fort_Benning_s_Independence_Day_Celebration/

Well kids...maybe I was wrong.  Maybe justice will be done after all...

I just peeked at the papers filed of late in our case(s)...and something really interesting just cropped up.  It's not much...but it's a damn good start, should you ask me.

See, a couple of days ago, I ran across what I thought might be a glitch.  See, my views, at least on a daily basis, have never in life exceeded 700.  And that's when I worked really hard at it.

The other day they went to over 1700 views...and I said...NOOOOOOOOO....that CAN'T be right...and I blew it off.

The same day, this document came out on e-file.  I looked at...and stifled a small yell of joy...could it be????

The supreme court just asked...not just for an order or two.  Not for a transcript or two...but for EVERYTHING...EVERYTHING IN OUR CASE!!!!!!

Stay tuned America.  A little more investigation might just be in order...

And Away We Go!! - The Termination (Part 2 - February)

DISCLAIMER:  I'm afraid this one has a bit of bad language folks...the voice mails from the father are...well, a bit foul.  Sorry, but you have to understand how angry this father was getting that the biological father was getting our daughter, and the lies that DHS was employing to get this father angered...so that they could AGAIN file harassment charges...again using NOTHING that proved nothing more than a simple misdemeanor.

Darlin you got to let me know,

Should I stay or should I go?

If I go there will be trouble,

and if I stay it will be double.

So c'mon and let me know

Should I stay or should I go?

- The Clash

And finally....the LAST of the court documents filed in our case...both our cases, actually.  See, now, these parents do not exist... to anyone.  We are being very ignored by all, because, they're thinking "Case won, we're done with THOSE parents, thank GOD"...but, no, wait...well, at least, until the appeal.  Then we'll be back in FULL LIVING COLOR, of that you can be sure.  What's more, no one will be happy about it. The nicest thing though?  This father thought to stall all of this JUUUUUUUUUUUUST long enough...to go through the appeal of the assessment.  When we win that, I expect a VACATE order from the Supreme Court, that will be heard, I'm sure, well AFTER the assessment appeal (NOT prior!).  Oh, to be a fly on the wall when they get THIS appeal...along with another few surprises the judge won't be expecting, of course...teehee.  Enjoy!!

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The state's "Witness List"...hmmm....let's see...oh yeah, we have the parents...who they already know won't be there, because of their (once again) attempt to lie to the police to have them put out a warrant for the father's arrest for...(scoffs) nothing more than 3rd degree harassment...unreal.  Moving along...we have...oh yeah, the lying bitch case worker, Katie, who has lied, and lied, and lied...to us, to the fosters, to Ron Shaver, to the judge, to the D.A....oh, yeah, SHE'S a credible witness...  Then we have Ashley, another liar of the highest order, who has claimed that the mother, who was learning her mothering skills just fine at Methodist just before they took our daughter...after MONTHS, has YET to learn how to change our daughter's diaper.  Yeah, she's reliable.  And any witnesses for rebuttal..."but we won't be needing them (not that they had any anyway)...because the parents won't be there anyway, we've seen to that."

The Affidavit of NO REASONABLE EFFORTS MADE, filed in both cases...and duly ignored, right along with the rest of 'em...

The last and final report from Katie Gosch, the 2nd biggest liar at DHS.  Please note, the accusation, where the father, in his documented voice mails, supposedly threatened to kill the BIGGEST #1 liar at DHS, Emily Nieman.  Please note, also, in the voice mails that will soon follow, that there is NOTHING that shows violence OR felonies...AT ALL, and yet, there seemed to be enough for a Detective Lancaster to issue a warrant for my arrest...but even funnier still, after I called him out on that, I never...heard...from him again...just like I NEVER heard back from the first detective about HIS harassment charges, back in September's little incident, causing me to be absent from the dispositional hearing as well.  They must have thought "Hey, I know!  Let's file again, and we can state that he abandoned everything in this hearing too!"

  Pay special note to the SINGLE biological father's wonderful record, showing him to be an excellent choice to father our daughter, not the MARRIED parents who were, quite obviously, stupid drug addicts with long- standing unresolved mental issues of depression and type B anti-social behavior, which, evidently, severely affects my ability to father a child; regardless of the fact that I've raised 3 already, right along with the mother and her lack of "cognitive math skills"...gimme a break.

Again, Early Access's report, a DHS affiliate.  No where mentioned in here is the fact that they were WAY off of the bus line, and not able to be reached by the mother.

All of the father's voice mails to the workers, just after their LYING report against the father and mother.  I believe anyone might have been just a wee upset after reading this pack o' lies.  Still, find me a SINGLE word that implicated MURDER...or my wont to do so...or anything resembling a threat of physical harm.  Sorry!  No winner here!!

Children and Families monthly report...this time making the bio father look like an angel.  Makes me sick...

More bile-inducing crap for February.

The motion filed by both parents asking for a reason to have the father put out of one case...and not the other.  Or how about just ONE reason to have him put out of EITHER case.  "This doesn't apply" I said...but it was ignored as well.  Doesn't have to be addressed, because we're almost at D-DAY.  No order to address any motions filed; or hearings to address the either...at all...PERIOD.

The two final motions statements to the court.  You can tell we might have known what was coming huh?

The bio father's gleaming test results.  ANYONE but the parents, at this point, right?

the AMENDED Petition to Terminate, now giving Ron a chance to prove himself worthier than the parents.

Notice how the parents are now not even being mentioned anymore?  But there's no order terminating our rights.  Hmmmm....bet it comes out RIGHT AFTER I publish these though...not like the others that were out the same day as the hearing.

An order setting the bio father's permanency hearing...I imagine that, before this, Ron will suddenly come down with a case of the drugs, or the drinkies, or be a bad father alla sudden, somehow.  And this father's predictions have been pretty much dead on for a while now, really...scarily so, no less.

PROLOGUE:  Whelp, and there you have it all America.  All along, I've run into a few souls who were only seeing our side, and might have thought, "no, there has to be more to it".  Yeah, but here's the deal though - anything else you've seen, only proves more of what I say, not the other way around.  Hence this posting, along with the rest of 'em, it was time to dispel all doubt...and I think we did that well.  Now, without question, you have EVERYTHING...and no more doubt can be had.  The parents were nothing short of railroaded, of this can be no more dissension on the subject, surely.  Now, of course, should anything else crop up...and knowing these people, there will be...we really must now turn our attention to the assessment appeal...you remember, where we finally lay to rest the career of one lying Bitch Nieman.  A single paygrade demotion just isn't going to be enough for this father.  Not after everything we've been through for SEVEN FREEKIN' MONTHS.  No, I wanna see that one squirm in the witness stand, and it'll only be this father and her.  Should be verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry interesting...at the very least.  Stay tuned, though, because the great stuff I was writing LONG before this all happened is on its way back, with a bevy of good stubects I've been stocking up on, in the dark resesses of my distorted brain...:D