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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

http://youtu.be/S9-KkbVE4iM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Emily Nieman (work):  515-423-7284

Katie Gosch (work):  515- 725-2645

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE B&S RAILROAD JOB PART V - The Ridiculous Results

It would seem that the illustrious Judge Price doesn't like to practice, follow, uphold, stand-by or participate in the same American Law that the rest of us do.  When asked to recuse, because every objection I made was overruled, and every objection against me sustained (I got to ask one question of an FSRP worker..."Are you a mother?", after she slammed my wife's first time mothering skills for nearly ten minutes.  I just wanted to ask her about her own experiences as a first time mother...the bitch inquisitor for DHS goes "Objection!", with no follow-up reason, and without even another word to follow my objection, I got from the Judge "Sustained".  When asked (by me) for a reason, the judge told me that none was required. I asked him to leave our hearing, and be replaced with another Judge.  He denied this request.

This is standard when a non-represented Pro Se defendant is being ruled against for biased reasons and by a biased judge; it's common that you ask the judge to Recuse, meaning you ask that the judge trying the case to excuse himself from trying the case any further, due to his personal biases...and rather than question it, most judges usually gladly dismiss themselves.  Some are kinda stubborn, however, and some have also been threatened with their jobs, and, regardless of how things actually look, are either being paid to rule against us, or have no intention of ruling in our favor.  Such judges, I imagine, are preferred by DHS...for him to recuse would be an admission of bias.  How a judge can deny this is beyond me; since it's the judge that we are trying to replace here.

This has been a farce since my arrival.  The hearing was closed, the room changed twice, and the judge refuses to Recuse.

America, this round isn't a matter for me, at this time.  They are choosing to continue and succeed in their allegations for CINA, just and simply based on only one fact...that we are still homeless.  When this SINGLE fact is finally laid to rest, they will have no ammunition with which to come at us with, nothing else can be their excuse, for holding the baby from our care.  That will change this week, and an appeal will be made.  There is another court date, and I WILL be duly prepared.  Considering that they wouldn't allow me to view all court documents until we were three quarters of the way through the hearing, I didn't have the proper tools for a good barbecue; sorry 'bout that, America.  'Til next time.  We will get her back.

Jacque Karlsen, you psychotic gun nut?  You have yet to win...and I don't care if it's been years, you will be dealt with, one way or the other.  You will be found and you will pay for what you've done, I swear it.  Your part in this will not go unpunished.  You will be 6' ft. under (of natural causes, naturally) before I rest, or until you have paid for this injustice, whichever comes first; you lying shitty little troll...And Dawn Brueggeman-Lempke?  You will NEVER BE IN POSSESSION OF THIS CHILD, NOT EVEN ON MY LAST DYING BREATH, I GUARANTEE IT.  You both won only a single skirmish, on only a single technicality.  You will NEVER win the war.  Emily Nieman?  You are STILL GOING TO LOSE YOUR JOB, YOU YUPPY BLONDE BITCH.  Bet on it.  Ashley of FSRP fame?  You may wanna ask to be replaced, I plan to make every visit with you a living hell.  I will blow up your phone so that you have to charge it every half an hour, whatever...but I suggest you find a new couple's visits to supervise.

Things of which shall be guaranteed for the DHS BARBECUE PART III:  Senators will be written, Representatives, the Governor, the ACLU, and the ASPCA, the President, whomever I must include, I don't care...these will all be involved in our permanency hearing; in one fashion or another.  Every....single...little....thing will be RECORDED, DOCUMENTED, BLOGGED ABOUT, every little document kept track of, etc., including when YOU people are late for visits and make our lives difficult as well.

No money will be made off of our family, at least not from me.  Bamboozle my wife all you want, this sheep still ain't rollin' over.  And do not fret for us, America; or for you either.  My skills WILL come into play, and the war will be won, soon enough, of that you can guarantee.

I will continue, and be back in the position as Pro Se, when I have a chance to review all the court documents, as well as subpeona all the appropriate witbesses.  We shall return with more of this....soon enough.  I now have the support of others who have been wronged like this...and have been through crap like this as well.  Heads will roll...when, I can't say, but they will roll....even if I have to be an elected official to do it.

It would seem that a permanancy hearing is now on the agenda, where they will attempt to terminate our rights as parents, so that the wanna-be yuppy sister of the father can get her hands on the baby.  Won't happen honey, you can take that to the bank....should be a good time, I would think....500% better than this one.  This is the thing I love the most though...they keep talking about the reunification of the family...at the same time they're talking about the next court date, where they'll be going for our termination of parental rights....makes a sordid amount of sense, doesn't it?  Riiiight.  You bullied me into giving up this time.  You won't be so lucky next time.  The next barbecue I fully intend to serve DHS steak sandwhiches on Nielson buns with Price sauce.

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ADDENDUM:  The next post will be about what to do, should you ever get in this situation.  Tricks they play, hoops they'll want you to jump through, what you have to do versus what you won't have to do, things to make sure you do, how to get away with NOT doing what you won't want to do; as well as how to get what you want; Justice.  I will hook you up with info on people you can talk to, people and websites you can share your experiences with, and ways you can win.  Even if I don't win...which of course I will; soon enough, you will be better prepared to fight your battle, and will not be caught off-guard.  I will go through it all for you, and, if nothing else, be a shining example to you as to how to win, even if I don't; as well as know how you can do right; in order to get your baby or your kids back.  I will present to you how I lost and how I won, I will give you tricks and hints how to beat these people and all involved, and I will help you fight this injustice.  I may mess up or lose my child, but if nothing else, I'll make sure the rest of you don't.

The B&S Railroad Job Part IV - It's Time For A Serious Talk

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Never let it be said that I don't give credit where credit is due.

This is a serious moment in our history friends.  We're at the crossroads (or the railroad crossing, if you will).  In one direction, lies the easy road, all sunny and green...the one made for all of America's Sheeple.  Here, your battles are fought for you, whether you know it or not, whether you care or not, or whether it's right or not.  The other direction, there's the rocky road, one laden with strife and hardship, where we fight to take back what was rightfully ours in the first place:  Our lives, our freedoms, our rights, and our country.

This will be the first of many fights I intend to pick on the abusive departments of our federal and state government; it begins on September 12th, and it promises to be quite a battle...at least that's what the lawyers are saying.  That's what my friends tell me, some of who have been through this kind of thing before; and if not, know people who have.  You know what's truly sad though, is that they all say there's no way I'll win.  Did you hear that America?  No way.  What exactly does this tell you?  What it should tell you is, these folks have abused their power long enough.  That the government often turns a deaf ear to what's really happening.  It should also tell you that it's time for some change.  Not Obama's kind of change, mind you.  No, I'd say it's time for a bit of old-fashioned vigilante justice.

I, personally, love to tell the other side what's going down; kind of like telling Batman and Robin how they're going to die by the villain who intends to do them in, I like to make it clear that this will be no easy road they intend to drive next to me on.  See, I'm not one of the Sheeple flock...I don't roll over and take my licks, I fight back, and, since I won't have legal fees to worry about - mainly because if I don't find pro bono council, I'm in a position to go Pro Se (that's "defend yourself", for those of you not sure what that means).  Sure, I'll respect the court as well as the judge presiding over it, but see, I already know what's going to happen here, and I don't care if I have to fight this one right into the Oval Office, however long it takes, I'm gonna win this one...for me, the baby, my wife - and for the rest of America as well.

You see, some of us don't handle oppression too well.  I'm not too crazy about our law and our courts as it is, either.  So, if you want a fight, I'll fight right down here, in the trenches, where most of our battles take place anyway.  Oh, I intend to fight dirty.  I'll call in the rest of America, as well as the media too.  I intend to deliver fliers to the courthouse about my little fiasco soon, in order to garner the attention of others who currently oversee or dispense justice.  I want them to notice that someone out there really cares about the way others are treated in this great nation of ours, and that the days of the "sheep" are coming to a close.  No more rolling over for dangling treats...not this sheep.

What's more, whether I'm directly involved or not, others will be fought for as well.  This will be just the first of many internal fires I intend to start.  Our version of the Gestapo, the IRS, is big on my hit list.  The FDA.  The CSRU.  The DOJ.  The Law Itself!!

See, what you don't get, America, is that, since the 50's, we have been steadily programmed to serve and support our government.  Oh, they put the reigns in our hands, where we've always believed they were, but as soon as we start going off the road, they take them back into their possession, in order to keep us in line.  They tell you that you have rights, but they've never been real rights.  They are, as the great George Carlin once said, "Temporary Privileges" that can be repossessed or revoked at any given moment.  Just a whisper of the phrase "Martial Law, whether on a state or federal level and WHOOSH!!  You haven't got a single right to call your own.

Am I making myself clear?  Is there a rumbling in your belly yet?  Think I'm off my rocker?  Let's play a little game then.  Take this mini-quiz (in your own time, of course), and when you've finished, look hard at the answers you've given, then ask yourself this:  Who's in control here?  I dare you to take it...go on....TAKE IT ALREADY!!

1.  When you get a ticket for something you've done wrong, but you have a nagging feeling something didn't go down right, do you:

a.  Open your wallet and pay the ticket, knowing you don't really have the time to fight it
b.  Gather the facts, take names and badge numbers, make your case, then clear your calendar for the court date, in order to fight it.

2.  If a new law is passed, and a week later, your neighbor gets arrested for that law, do you:

a.  Shrug your shoulders and say "Whelp!  That's the way it is!"
b.  Offer to help your friend out in court, in order to defend his innocence (as well as his ignorance of the law) in this matter.

3.  It's time to elect your new president.  The best candidate for the job doesn't even show up on the ballot, only the two idiots from each of the major parties, and you hate both of them.  Do you:

a.  Not vote, just writing the whole thing off to the way things go, and hope for better fare in four years, figuring that, if you don't, no one can say "Yeah, but you voted for him" when he messes up.
b.  Demand an inquiry into why your choice didn't even make the ticket.

4.  A new year has been issued in, and with it, more income tax you're required to pay, with a lot less deductions.  Do you:

a.  Argue with the preparer a bit, just for show, then pull out your checkbook
b.  Write your congressman, asking whatever happened to that "Fair Tax" bill they've had on the floor for the last 5 years.

5.  You've done your duty and paid your income tax, and now it's return time.  However, the state has taken out all your state return for the city ambulance you called to go to the hospital just 2 weeks ago.  Do you:

a.  Bitch about it to your friends, then do nothing about it
b.  Write your state representatives to ask why it is the State feels it's necessary to take the only money we get all year back for our labours, a taxed almost 35% amount of a wage that already isn't nearly enough to live on; money that shouldn't even be taken out of our hard-earned gross earnings in the first place, in order to be the collection agency for its cities.

I'm gonna lay money on the fact that most of you, whether you like the way the answer was phrased (put that way on purpose...to get you to think about what you're really doing, of course) or not, answered A to almost all, if not all of those questions.  Why?  Because you're trained to.  Like dogs, you're trained to behave the way that best suits our government, that puts more money in their coffers, that pays the extravagant wages our state and federal representatives and senators (as well as the entire upper echelon) enjoy during their way too long terms.

Whether I live to tell the tale or not, please, I beg you, pay attention to what happens to me.  Mark my story America, and let's see where it leads.  If I die before I wake, take note, and carry on the fight.  It's not too late (I hope) to take back your country and the freedoms you've (mostly) enjoyed since our inception some 235 years back.  I hereby put myself in the position of lead man, a martyr for America.  If have to die to make a point, I don't care.  So, send in the drones, or drive by me in a truck with a microwave equipped to make it look like natural causes, I don't give s flying f*** anymore, because us little people have HAD ABOUT ENOUGH OF THIS CRAP!

*Whew*....there, now that we got THAT outta the way, let's move on to the set of our first battle.  Here are the players, as well as their roles in our little circus:

On the side of "Good":

Defendant the first:  Me, of course.  The black sheep of the family.

Defendant the 2nd:  Ms. Elizabeth black sheep.  The angel of the bunch, the only member of the clan who wouldn't have the first clue how to do something wrong, let alone do it.

Lawyer the first:  Hers.  I don't know his name, and what's more, I don't care.  She can have her public defender, I don't rightly care for mine.

Lawyer the 2nd:  Colin McCormick, public defender.  All right for the hearing part, but I don't really think I'll be using him for this fight.  He can be there for all intensive purposes, but I'll be doing the talking.  I might also need him to cross examine me if I'm asked to take the stand.  Sorry Colin, but you lost me at "Pay the $25, and play ball"

The Prize?  Little, innocent as a new-born babe (mostly because she is a new-born babe), drug-free Trilynn Bruggeman, signed under duress into foster care by a malicious and wrongful DHS worker named Emily.

On the side of "Bad":

DHS, their workers, as well as their inquisition-style attackers.  These people would have you believe they care about the welfare of the child, but their sole purpose it would seem would be to break up and make miserable the lives of innocent people; as well as keep a lot of paid workers at the state level in their respective jobs and receiving their paychecks...to make it look like they are actually there to protect neglected and abused children everywhere...whether they're being abused and neglected or not.  To leave children in the care of crack mothers and prostitutes, but to take them away from good loving (as well as FIRST-TIME) parents who have the best intentions to make it work.

In the middle (supposedly):  Judge Price, a criminal trial Judge (who wasn't the original signer of the order to have the child removed, by the way...'magine that"). who immediately showed disdain about the fact that we were trying to raise, online, legal fees to fight this and to make it through it.  Never mind the fact that my wife wouldn't be allowed to work for most of this period...who cares about us, as long as the Judge is happy, right?

Once again kids, the battle is September 12th, 2014, at 9 a.m. at the Polk County Courthouse...unfortunately, I don't have a room for you as yet, but you'll be the ...(counts) 12th person (give or take) to know, I swear.  Please come.  This may be the most important thing you witness in this decade...the beginning of the end of an oppressive government.  :D

So It Begins (The B&S Railroad Job, Part III)

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Well, I'm doing it again, kids.  I'm sorry, but the BS just continues, and you KNOW how much I love the BS.  This has got to be fought, here and now, at every expense, even if it means a free (for a month anyway) home that was offered to be paid by the Veterans side of Primary Health Care, for me, the wife, and, if all goes according to the plan of DHS, the baby as well, though I find this to be hard to believe; at least not without a lot of hoop jumping and out-of-pocket funding for the state of Iowa, and all involved in our little fiasco.

Three distinct things have happened since the last post, that have brought out the General in me, where this war is concerned.  This, unfortunately, has to involve a bit of memory jogging where you're concerned, as well as a bit of rehashing and post referrals.  Fortunately for you and all readers are concerned, most of these posts are named after this one...only as part I and II.

As was related, in these posts:

http://themightyswordamericas26deadlysins.blogspot.com/2014/08/the-drug-thingymabob-part-i.html

and

http://themightyswordamericas26deadlysins.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-final-chapter-hell-no-part-iii-b-s.html

Named The B&S Railroad job parts I and II,  I lay out everything that has happened since the day they came to find out what was going on in our evil drug infested home; before they railroaded us and took our baby.  In part II., I play out, in great detail, the entire drug test for both me and the wife, as well as the suprising, yet ludicrous results.

After this morning, and the results thereof, it would seem I can no longer expect help from the veteran's side of Primary HealthCare, as far as getting an apartment...so they're out.  They haven't even contacted me today, after this morning's fiasco, and will probably be even more upset with me after I get done blogging today's post.

So, more than likely, will be the lawyer who had been court appointed for me.  I left him a message first thing this morning, and he has yet to contact me as well.  So be it.  Looks like I'll be representing myself, as I thought I just might be anyway.  It's just as well; not only will he not like the fact that I will NOT be taking my funding site campaigns down (it's not like DHS is giving me anything but free food anyway...and me and my wife are both homeless, and quite broke, so what am I supposed to do here?   The baby's foster family is getting all of the money we're supposed to...and I'm sure that's the way DHS wanted it).  I'd have to say it's not only not DHS's business what I do on and with those sites, and it most CERTAINLY isn't the JUDGE'S business either.  Guess I'll be asking for a new judge in this case; I'm not sure why he'd have a bug up his butt about it, but it really shouldn't matter.  Let him live on what food stamps we get and nothing else, and let's see how long it would be before he starts asking for money, after being homeless a while.

Also, after telling us that the amount we tested positive for was so ridiculously low that we probably weren't going to have to endure any treatment hoops, suggested we pay EFR $25 each anyway, just so they could tell us that they wouldn't be recommending treatment, more than likely, because it was so low (??).

Nope.  Sorry.  Not going to be donating to the state via that avenue either, thanks.  GLWT.  And, if it is such a miniscule amount anyway, why is it that, when we had our little meeting with DHS on Thursday, last week, to see if (because we had missed so many visitations already) we would still be worthy to receive any more such visitations; they said, "Any amount over the 500 mark can only be registered if people actually ingest the drug they're showing positive for.  It's in our experience that it can't possibly be environmental with that much of an amount showing positive."  My lawyer said to me, prior to this, that actual users came up to 2000-3000 in their numbers...so how does 550 and 863 (still impossible where Liz is concerned...and, remember, both her and the baby had come up clean not a week prior to this when the baby was born) make us users?  Who knows...RAILOARD JOB, RAILROAD JOB!!

So evidently, I do them, whether I do or not.  Same applies to the wife that I KNOW does NOT DO DRUG ONE.  F*** you DHS, and the horse you rode down on.  Call my wife a drug user again, and hell will have no fury like ME, on your ass.

Oh, and Katie?  I recorded that meeting, and will, of course, subsequently be recording AND BLOGGING ABOUT EVERY SINGLE MEETING WE HAVE FROM HERE ON OUT.  There's another thing.  My lawyer called me the other day to inform me that DHS, in their requests from them and FSRP as to what was to be expected (and not expected) in any future meetings or visitations; stated, as a condition, that we were not, under any circumstances, to record them in any way.  WHY??  Sounds to me like they further intend to say and do things that are untoward, as if what they had done thus far wasn't nearly untoward enough.  And, since they refuse to give a good reason as to why they would unusually request such a thing, or refuse to budge on it being a condition, let it be known, heretofore, that ALL meetings and visitations will be duly recorded.

Oh, and as for food stamps, we may not be getting those for a while (if ever again) anyway...so now it's EXTRA important we get money.  No, according to DHS (the food branch...like we didn't have enough troubles with the one we're dealing with), now we may be coming up for fraud charges.  Last month after the baby was born, we applied for FIP, after which the worker told us, I would probably be getting cancelled on my ffood stamps....and added to my wife's received amount.  We received what could only be construed as a combination amount on her stamp card ($280...she'd been getting about $80 worth, and I'd been getting around $190).  We called DHS to see about getting an increase for her (we were hoping for about $110 more, since she hadn't worked for around six weeks).  Jeff, the worker for Elizabeth, then informed her that since I had received stamps for August (which I knew nothing about....I thought they had been cancelled), and she had received $280, that we had somehow misrepresented the true facts, and were to be investigated for fraud, as soon as possible.  Not sure how that is, since we represented ourselves fine, put in for the change, and it should have been duly implemented, what do you think??  This is our fault how?  Wow.  And, should I spend any of the food stamp amount that I received...justifiably, Id say...that I would be forced to pay that amount back, or imprisoned for fraud...BECAUSE DHS DIDN'T DO THEIR JOB CORRECTLY, I ASSUME....Good luck with that, as well.

I just wanna take an extra moment to thank the HUNDREDS of new Twitter followers I've acquired of late, and to issue yet ANOTHER raspberry in the face of ....ok, you all know who by now, surely.  Burn in hell NRA JACQUE.  With my blessing, of course.  The picture below is solely for those of you new follows, and, of course, the hundreds of loyal readers I still have, even after the Jacque Karlson debacle.  In case you didn't or don't know it by now, this woman was responsible for all of this, after I forcibly had to remove them from our premises, after they got upset that I asked them to make other arrangements because there would be a newborn residing in my place.

Until THE B&S RAILROAD JOB continues, or until the court date of September 12, 2014, continues...I'll be seein' ya soon, kids.

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.

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