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R.I.P. Baby Jordan

 

RIP Baby Jordan

My Mother once told me that when I was four years old I was the most loving and trusting Child, for that reason she feared for my safety. She said that she always thought that someone would have no trouble Kidnapping me. Jordan was of my young Heart and Nature, however he didn’t have a loving caring Mother like I had. Story told that when I was two years old the Painter walked away from his Paintbrushes soaking in Turpentine, yours truly removed the Brushes and Quenched my thirst with the Toxic Liquids. They told me that in a panic strickened frenzy Mom threw me over her Shoulder and tried to run seven Miles to the Hospital. Poor Jordan wasn’t lucky to have my luck. He was Born to two Players with Hearts of Stone.

Jordan and Mom
Baby Jordan and killer Mom

At four years old his parents had enough of each other and Jordan. The poor Kid ended up in a Foster Home, which was a stroke of luck for him. His Foster Parents loved him with the capacity that his Natural Birth Mom was incapable of loving anyone or anything but her miserable self. About two years ago I wrote a Blog about how Child Welfare agencies across America fails the most Vulnerable of our Society, Children in Parent Danger. Not Stranger Danger as was my Case. This is my biggest Beef with Education, how can one be Educated and remain a Dummy with Zero Common Sense, why can’t Education teach us to use Rationality and awake our Figurative Thinking. That didn’t happen with Jordan’s Caseworker.

The Idiot thought that he belonged with his Mother, a Player. Even though the Foster Parents Exhibited the highest Qualifications to Adopt the Loving Child. Jordan grew to love his Foster Parents the way I Loved Strangers at four years old. The Inept Caseworker however threw all Rationality out the Window and sent Jordan back to his unstable Mother. In the Middle of a Ferocious break-up the Child constantly cried from the Parents steady Annihilation of each other in front of him. The Evil Witch one Day slammed this Precious Child against the Wall, knocking him unconscious. Instead of trying to revive him and calling 911, she stuffed his lifeless Body in a Big Black Bag and Dumped him in a Remote area of the nearby Park where I frequented when I lived in the Neighborhood in earlier years.

Adding insult to the Brutality, she reported him missing, having two square Miles of Neighbors Panic strickened looking for poor Jordan. Eventually the Black Bag was found, she was Immediately Arrested and charged with his Murder. While awaiting Trial she gave Birth to another Child that she was carrying when she Killed Jordan, did I mention Player. Today October Thirteen Twenty Twenty Justice Rewarded her with Fifty years behind Bars. Where have I heard the Words ” Many will Profess my Name” , the Evil Woman told the Court that she have found Redemption and will walk with her Head High from now on. Dear Lord forgive me for not Buying it, I know that you said that no Man is without Redemption, but for poor Jordan I going to harden my Heart. As the Song goes ” Save yourself, cause I can’t even save myself”. So there you have it the Story of Baby Jordan, incidentally his Sacrifice wasn’t in Vain, a Law was passed in his Name Protecting the most Vulnerable ones.

Child Welfare; Citing this act as “Jordan’s Law”; requiring the Florida Court Educational Council to establish certain standards for instruction of circuit and county court judges for dependency cases; requiring the Department of Law Enforcement to provide certain information to law enforcement officers relating to …

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Senate Bill 634 (2019) – The Florida Senate

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Over Tampa

Once again Perilous Times are with us, so I thought it was Appropriate to Re-Blog this one. Once again I ask the Lord to keep me Safe and warm from the Storm.

Over Tampa

Over Tampa

It is seven AM the day after Irma visited the tranquility of my Sanctuary called Home. The appearance of daybreak was bleak as late Dusk. Nonetheless I said a silent Prayer, giving God thanks for doing his thing of man-handling and controlling his atmosphere. The damage done in the southern hemisphere was catastrophic for many Islanders, the lost of lives due to the Havoc laid by a category five monster Hurricane was condolencing. For many days I was apprehensive as to wheather I made a mistake of not evacuating further North to safer ground. On the other hand the  me of years ago who lived the life of Tom Sawyer didn’t have the slightest intent of leaving and missing the greatest adventure of my life.

Moving from the Sanctuary of the Pocono mountains to the Flatlands of Florida was a willing choice four years ago. I could hear Tom’s voice as he Rafted the mighty Mississippi “you have lived all these years and have never experienced the life and death Rush of a Hurricane, now you are going to evacuate ” the twelve year old in me said you are in it for the Ride. My only concern was that of my Wife, I would not have made the decision to ride out the Storm if she wanted to leave. She had no intention of leaving, her reason far aloft of mine. Her reason  was you can’t circumnavigate the will of God. Her unshakable Faith was a Revelation for me

In my Community all the Homes are twenty two years old built to storm specifications, which gave most of my neighbors a feeling of false security, their preparation was miniscule. Not me , after following their lead for days, I finally decided to at least take minimal precautions. I spent an hour travelling to all the fair weather big names  Commercial outlets to find them all closed the day before the event. Lowes was the only one open to assist their faithful customers in their hour of need. Supplies had dwindled,  what was left was only of use to someone with MacGyver’s mentality, I took what was left,  went home and put my neighbors to shame with ingenuity. I prepared for the worst making the House airtight and waterproof.

When  Irma  made landfall one hundred and fifty miles from me it had sustained winds of one hundred and twenty MPH and a category four. Not the same as it was over Cuba, nonetheless enough to vanquish trees and Buildings. Before the crest the wind was fierce with sheeting Rain. Something I witnessed, with lasting memory, Lightening turning the Sky a perfect Turquoise Hue. I can still hear the song my wife kept singing all day long, God will take care of you. by the time it got to Tampa which was lined up to the Eye, it had withered to a category two. The song had given tranquility to my adventurous anticipation, I slept like a Baby when it passed over Tampa. my wife kept vigil.

Addendum

I may have taken my first Hurricane lightly and delt with it in a Gregarious manner. However the Storm of the Cov19 is more Deadly than any Hurricane. I am not taking this Storm lightly or slighting it’s Dangers in the least. Four Months ago the Bacteria from Ptomaine Poisoning ran Ravaging through my Bloodstream and took me down like a fallen Tree. I know what its like to be knocking on Heaven’s Door. One Month later I had a Flu with Symptoms pretty much like the Corona. Never before have I ever experienced a Flu like that. While the Fever ran it’s course, I was changing there or four T-Shirts a Night. The way Governments operate by Divulging Information on a need to know basis makes me wonder. This was three Months ago, makes me wonder did I dodged the Bullet once again.

As I have said this time around I am not leaving anything up to chance. The Day the News broke about this Contagion, I immediately started to take defensive measures. Working in a Courthouse where Affluent People who Traveled frequently, to People who did Time in Prison made me extremely Cautious. In one of my many Jobs during my work Life, I worked closely with Hygienists. I learned how to Handle everything from Mercury, Bacteria and Blood Pathogens. So once the News broke I immediately started my own Sterilization Program at the Courthouse. Very few People there developed a routine to protect themselves, by wiping down Phones, Door knobs, Faucet Handles, Elevator Buttons and everything other People touched. Even tho it wasn’t my job, I did all the above, two and a half weeks later the Housekeeping Department caught up to my Bumper. Isn’t it a Shame that the Public have Emptied the Shelves, yet very few travel with a Bleach Wipe wiping down anywhere others have Touched. It wasn’t my Job to Sanitize the Building where I work, I did it to protect myself. Once again, keep me Safe and warm.

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The Monsters We Create

The Monsters we Create

One of my Readers once asked me , how do I get Centered to start writing. I told him that most of my Blogs are created in my Head as I go about the Business of Living. Situations I encountered, People I meet or just Daily Occurrences around me. For instance today one of Dr Phill’s Guest were a Teenager whose Mother was in Jail for Animal Cruelty. The Woman is said to be a good Mother who involved herself in School and Parent Teacher activities. One Day while punishing her fourteen years old Son for not doing his Homework among other things. She placed his Hamster in a Plastic Bag, gave him a Hammer and ordered her Son to Kill it. Now I ask you since when does Parenting comes to training your Children to kill. I have always held the Contention that Children who start out killing Lizards and small Animals graduated to People. So there you have the motivation for this Blog people creating Monsters in the way they Handle Children. The problems they create for Society by performing mindless acts of abuse on a Child. Not having the foresight to see down the Road around the Bend what a Traumatic experience can Manufacture. My first experience of Adults abusing Children came at the age of eight. We were going through a desperate Straight, deep in Poverty, Heads below the water. My Mother was one of the hardest Working Woman I have ever met.

She raised two Boys by herself after our no good Dad ran out on us. That was actually the first act of abuse, even tho too young to see. During that period Mother spent more time in the Hospital than Home. I was sent to live with Affluent Family Members whose Children were in College. My Father- in law thought that College made Fools of those without Common Sense. Here I was eight years old and just about starving. One Day I went to the Refrigerator and help myself to a Delicacy I didn’t have at Home, Milk. My Cousin the College Man observed me drinking the Milk. This Idiot took off his Belt, equivalent to a Barber’s Razor Strap, three inches wide. He beat me like a Jockey trying to get his Horse to the Wire, all the time calling me a Thief. At eight years old I considered Murder in Retaliation. In the County Government where I work as a Contractor, we have an eight years old awaiting Trial for the attempted Murder of his Sister. Also a nine years old awaiting Trial for Stabbing his Grandmother to Death. Take Head People, be careful of the Monsters you create. Siblings and Children in general are brutal punishers. Many times Parents cast a Blind Eye, or just think that its just Sibling rivalry. Many times the Tormentors have deep Rooted Hate and resentment for the Recipient of their Wrought. The following Blog is from My early Collection, I thought it was perfect for this Train of Thought and needed to be re- Blogged.

Favorite Son

Mothers are supposed to be our protectors, our Guardian Angels. Julie however did not see it that way. When she was young she fell in love with an older Man, suave and debonair, also well to do, but a Player nonetheless, she was totally overwhelmed by his charms. Women are so foolish when it comes to that type of thing, they are so easily played. If I was a woman and a Man turned on the charm on me like that, to the point where I was helpless and could not say no to his Casanova’s suave style. That would set off a red light in my Mind, that this Guy could charm a Hooker out of her hard earned money, and instead pay him for his services. Some Guys are just that good, most young Women have no defenses to a man like that. Julie was a sucker for his charms, she crumbled and had a child for him.

Did not take long for her to realize that she was taken for a ride and that this Man was a formidable Player, and that she wasn’t the first and by no means the last. Some Guys think that it is a form of conquest to have a whole lot of kids with different Women, sort of like a Sheikh and his Harem. Julie’s Heart was shattered, but the Child she had for him kept her Heart happy that she had something of his, that one day may bring him back. All this Child was to her was a Memorabilia of someone she would never have. She spoiled the Child rotten, never setting limitations or Boundaries. The Child grow wild and out of control, a ticking Time Bomb. Nine years went by Julie met another Man got married and had a child. Bad mistake, for nine years it was only the two of them, the Kid was quite satisfied with the way things were, no one else for her to share her affections with. The jealousy and resentment on his part was never masked, jealous of his new Brother and resentment of the Stepfather.

Big Brother was not up to sharing his Mother with some Half Brother, he rebelled, whined and snickered, always up in her arms where his infant Brother should be, in her Lap and in her Bed. For God’s sake what does it takes for someone to call the Child Psychologist. What is it? Am I the only one with a figurative Head on my Shoulder. Jealously was rampant in this little spoiled rotten Brat, after a while it finally hit him square in the face. Little Brother was here to stay, unless he took him out of the perfect Picture that once was, the relationship he once shared with his own personal Mom. I don’t remember when the Beatings started, I believe it was when the infant was one. This little Monster unleashed a campaign of Terror on his infant Brother. The Infant had Black Eyes, and highly visible Bruises representative of Abuse. The Baby always showed signs of fear for Big Brother, always cowering from sharp advances. Mother was as demented as son, all the time looking the other way, Daddy Chicken Shit fearing losing his beautifully Ugly new Wife refused to face the reality of what was transparent. They both neglected to put a stop to the Terror the Child was undergoing, at the hand of his Evil Step Brother. The Abuse continued for four more years before Eunuch Dad decided that Marriage or not, after cries and prompting from onlookers urged him to stand up and be a Father to his Child.

It was apparent that the Ignorant Woman chose to be Mother to only one Child, who was a constant reminder of her first Love. Without a doubt as evil as her Terroristic Son. the beating did not stop until the helpless Child ended up in the Hospital with Bowels obstruction and intestinal damage, where Big Brother had targeted his blows to avoid detection. As everyone knows that Psychopaths are clever in covering their Tracks. Am I the only one here that see a clear case of Child neglect, abuse and conspiracy, these People should be in Jail, one thing for certain, they will have to deal with their conscience and their God. Life is so ungiving, there are People out there that possess all the traits of good Parents and can’t have kids, and others that shouldn’t have a Pet, have all the Children they wanted.

My God what a Wicked World we live in, both Parents were aware of the Abuse and did nothing for four years until we threatened to expose them to the Child Welfare Department. How do these People live with themselves. Parenting does not sink to a lower level than that. This is why I can’t cast Judgement on the eight years old Child awaiting Trial in the Justice System where I work. No one knows his Situation for trying to Kill his Sister. Or the nine years old also awaiting Trial for killing his Grandmother. I would not be the Ideal Juror for either of these Cases, because I am Prejudicial to Abusers, being abused myself.

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To Honor And Love

 

 

Usually I like to post one Blog a Week but I am presently engaged in a Project that takes all my time. So I have to rely on older Blogs buried in my Website, here is one that I have always been fond of.

 

To Honor And Love 

No one can help me from myself, at Birth I began, bud into Infant and grow into Adolescent. This is where my trouble begins,I know plenty but not enough to choose the right Paths, unless shown by Parents, Friends and Peer pressure. I Rebel and reject my Parents ideas, suggestions and visions of my future. All they want is a better life for me, I should be grateful for someone taking an interest in me and my well being. In this crazy mixed up world, people have no qualms about abandoning their Responsibilities of Parenting with neglect and abuse. So you think that you can think for yourself, we encourage individual thinkers, but don’t forget it’s only a fool who rejects sound advice, I have never met a parent who went out of their way to steer their Children wrong. If you start now in rejecting sound advice you grow up to be the head of a Company and nothing is changed, lone Wolves do not survive. When your Parents come forward with constructive criticism, all they are doing is protecting their investment in you, food, clothes, shelter and Colleges are big overheads.

 



This is how I look at it, if I don’t have an interest in someone’s well being, it is because they put me in that position. At that point you can put us in a Room for eight hours and not a word would pass through my mouth, if you insist I’d still be mute or tell you to shut up. Now being a Parent I could not use that technique on my Kids, so I extended myself to them even when disobey and undermine is working together. When there’s a breakdown in communication the bad Blood of silent moments and distrust destroys Families. Why would you even disobey and not honor my wishes, not taking into account that I am the one who decided to give you life,nourishment and Love, and let you freeload for twenty-five years. Yet you deny respect to the one who puts a Roof over your head instead of an Adoption Center. Who is the lucky one who has to go to work whether they feel well or feel like it, and for that devotion to your well being they do. I met a woman who was a mediator listening to half wit people throwing numbers and dissatisfaction at her all day. She decided to put a Swimming pool in her Backyard to unwind at day’s end. Her grown Daughter of twenty five years old, admonishes the way she is spending her hard earned money. What is wrong with this picture? Who is the parent here?

 




I have seen many Children rule their Parents, this is not what parenting is about, if you let kids wrap you around their fingers you are now the Child. They become the Puppet master, their will is so strong, there’s nothing left of yours. When I was seventeen living under a single moms Roof and told not to do something, if I continued under cloak and got apprehended, got my face slapped, I manned up and took my punishment. Because when the Court hands out punishment they are heavy handed and don’t care if you rot in Prison. At fourteen I thought I was a Man, being naive to think I could outwit and out will a single Mom. I learned quickly not to let the skirt fool me. Years later becoming a Parent myself when my boys were Teens I posted a message on my basement wall, now that you know everything it’s time to move out and pay your own way. I know that I am dwelling but it irks me when kids get to young adults, still under your Roof dislikes your methods and philosophy, yet they aren’t smart enough to realize that two Roosters can’t live in the same Hen House. All we are trying to do is steer you clear of the pitfalls that life beholds, why would you my Child not believe when I try to tell you of the Pitfalls that’s ahead if you are not prepared. Why would a loving Parent allow you to approach them with closed eyes, it is my job not to let you approach life unprepared. It’s my job to prepare you for success or failure, the thought came to me, every Adolescents, Teenagers and young Adults at Home should be honored Guest and not an entitled one. I think everyone of my target group should read this Blog, please share your way to guilt free Parenting. Share to your Children and Grandchildren I will tell them for you that the Bible says to Honor your Parents. This Blog should be Viral, if someone had put something like this in front of me when I was fifteen, my Mother would have Lived an easier Life.

 

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My mother had only one eye. When I was growing up, I hated her for it. I hated the uninvited attention it got me at school. I hated how the other children stared at her and looked away in disgust. My mother worked two jobs to provide for the family, but I was just embarrassed by her and didn’t want to be seen with her.
Every time my mother came to visit me at school, I wanted her to disappear. I felt a surge of hatred towards the woman who made me the laughing stock of the school. In a moment of extreme anger, I even once told my mother I wanted her to die. I was completely unconcerned about her feelings.
As I grew up, I did whatever was in my power to distance myself from my mother. I studied hard and got a job overseas so I wouldn’t have to meet her. I got married and started raising a family of my own. I got busy with my job and family and with providing a comfortable life for my beloved children. I didn’t even think about my mother anymore.
Out of the blue, my mother came to visit one day. Her one-eyed face scared my young children and they started crying. I was angry at my mother for showing up unannounced and I forbid her to ever return to my home and new family life. I yelled and screamed, but my mother quietly apologized and left without saying another word.
An invitation to a high school reunion took me back to my hometown after decades. I could not resist driving past my childhood home and stopping by the old shack. My neighbors told me my mother had passed away and left a letter for me.
“My dear child:
I must begin by apologizing for visiting your home unannounced and frightening your beautiful children. I am also deeply sorry that I was such an embarrassment and source of humiliation to you when you were growing up.
I have learned that you may be coming back to town for your reunion. I may no longer be there when you come, and I think it is time to tell you an incident that happened when you were a young child. You see, my dear child, you were involved in an accident and lost one eye. I was devastated at the thought of my beloved child growing up with only one eye. I wanted you to see the beautiful world in all its glory, so I gave you my eye.
My dear child, I always have and always will love you from the bottom of my heart. I have never regretted my decision to give you my eye, and I am at peace that I was able to give you the ability to enjoy a complete life.
Your loving mother.”
by Gift Miyanda