America, Life, Motivation

Die By The Gun

 

 

 

Die By the Gun

When I started writing Blogs, one of my Primary Objective was to tell young Juvenile Delinquents not to be like I was. If you have pent up Anger, lose it before it destroys you. One young Delinquent who visited my Website is Emanuel Donaldson the 3rd. He is awaiting Trial for four random Murders in my Area. I certainly hope he Shared the Link among the Population. My Wife calls me Repetitious, but if they are reading my Blogs in Prison, then Success is mine.

From eight years old to fourteen years old I was someone consumed with Repressed Anger, Hate and Violence. The reason for that was from being Abused three times in six years. Once by an older Cousin, once by a Church Brother and once by a Teacher. They all caused me tremendous Pain which almost made me Impervious to Pain. At twelve years old playing Soccer in the Schoolyard, an eighteen years old Biker Boy joined the Game. He had an Injured Foot and shouldn’t be in the Game playing with twelve years old Children. I accidentally stepped on his bad Foot, causing him great Pain. He retaliated by punching me in the Solar plexus with all his might sending me to the Ground sucking in Dirt trying to breathe. When I recovered I left the Game ran Home and returned with an eighteen inch Chef’s Knife.

He escaped Death by running into his House and slamming the Door. That was my fourth Abuse, I was bent on Revenge. I knew that he had to pass my House every Night to get Home. One Night I devised the perfect Murder, being skilled with Ropes and Knotts, I strung a Rope across the narrow Lane that was my Street. Like all Bikers he rode too fast, when his Neck found the Rope, it yanked him from the shiny Harley which crashed and Burned. The Clothes Line was tied to the Fence in a slip-Knot, I yanked on it releasing it, removing it and disappearing in the Night. He survived only to wear a Neck brace for nine Months. I was as Devious as they come, I would walk up to him and like a Hippocrate  asked him how he was doing, with great concern.

Today I work in a Justice System where a twelve years old Boy is awaiting Trial for Stabbing his Grandmother to Death. If I was on the Jury, I would concentrate on Extenuating Circumstances, what brought him to the Edge of Madness. Backing up to being fourteen with Repressed Anger, a sixteen years Thug was beating me senseless in the back of the Schoolyard. He was a Skilled Street Fighter who only used his Elbows, Knees and Head-But his Victims. I was just about to beg for Mercy when I found a Large Stick and unleashed six years of Repressed Anger on him. I Mannered that Boy up, he Whimpered and limped out of the Schoolyard. Feeling good about my Victory changed, when I learned that his two older Brothers eighteen and nineteen, were Gang Members with multiple Murders under thei’r Belts.

Revenge for beating thei’r Kid Brother Senseless was Inevitable. These Boys were Fearless, they thought their names were Frank and Jesse. One weekend there was a Gang Bangers Boogie in a close by Neighborhood. The two Brazen Gunmen Infiltrated The  Rival Turf. They were met by a Firing Squad, the Bullets in thei’r Bodies couldn’t all be counted. A couple of Days later thei’r Caskets were placed on thei’r front Lawn for those who cared to pay their Respect. Brazen me decided to show my Disrespect by showing up and opened the closed Caskets. Looking at thei’r unrecognizable Dimpled Faces, cured my Violent Nature for the rest of my Life. Never again did I wanted to be a Badass, never again did I wanted to own a Gun.

The Lesson I learned at Fourteen was that if you lived by the Gun, the Outcomes are Inevitable. Still fourteen years old, one Day I had a front Row Seat to witness how a true Professional Discharges his Duties. One of my next Door Neighbors had developed Mental Illnesses. Nassiboo had attacked his Father with a Machete leaving him at Death’s Door. He Terrorized the Neighborhood including me, sneaking up on me With the same Machete. When the Detective came to bring him in, it was a Celebration for me. The Officer stood on the two foot Brick Wall and Announced himself to Nassiboo and told him that he was there to Arrest him. The poor Demented Man charged the Officer with the same Machete he tried to Behead his Father with.

There were five other Officers there, the Lead Detective was the only one who fired his Weapon, one Merciful shot to the Groin. The Ambulance took forever to come, Nassiboo didn’t make it. Which brings us to the Motivation for this Blog. Fifty three years later and Law Enforcement haven’t been able to train their Officers to be as Proficient as this one Detective. Several years ago in the  Bronx, several Officers approached a Mentally Disturbed Black Man with a Knife in the Hallway of a Building. They all discharged thei’r Weapons like a Firing Squad, killing someone who should have been Tased. Those Occurrences happens Everyday in this Country. Marybeth Harshbarger shot and killed her Husband at fifty Yards, claiming it was an Accident. Mark once Bragged to me that she has hit Bullseye at one Thousand Yards.

Accident or Murder? You be the Judge. My Question is why don’t the Law Enforcement Agencies in this Country train their Officers to be as good as Marybeth. The Officers who Killed Breonna Taylor were at least Inept and Negligent. Once the first shot was fired the Situation should have become a Stand-off, they didn’t know if there were young Children in that Apartment. For that reason I believe that they should stand Trial for Negligent Homicide. Casting a Blind Eye and a Deaf Ear is Complicity. To you out there Protesting, the Pen is Mightier than the Gun, don’t Burn the Country Down, this is where I live. With all its Faults, America is still a Great Place to Live. Stand in the Place where you Live. Your Votes are more Powerful than all the Bullets in a Gatling Gun. God I Love this Writing Business, telling young People how not to live their Lives. It’s a darn shame I couldn’t see what my English Literature Teacher saw. Instead I chose to Party away my Learning years smoking the finest Strains grown around the World, listening to  Grateful Dead, The Who and Pink Floyd talking about being Comfortable Numb ” You can take the Words right from my Mouth”.

P.S. Baby Boy is all Grown Up, that’s how come a Juvenile Delinquent like me can end up working in a Justice System, instead of being in the System. My Message to you Wannabes is that no Good Deed goes unpunished.

Life, Parenting And Relationships, Religion

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

Life, Religion

A World Gone 😠 Mad

My Followers know that it is my Fantasy to write a Book on one Page, so here it is the following are Excerpts from my Ebook containing twenty one Thousand Words. After Reading, if you want to see it Published by Professional Publishers you may Contribute, dose’nt matter it is still going to be Published. I had planned to Post this on my Facebook Page before my Website. But then there are Copywrite values.

 

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Though reportorial contributions have been made by the Web generation, it is fair to say the vast majority of blogging does not qualify as journalism. If journalism is the imparting of verifiable facts to a general audience through a mass medium, then most blogs fall well short of meeting the standard. Here is a Blogger’s view on a world gone Mad.

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                     Through Her Eyes

It Don’t Make no Matter

Black Lives do matter, for that Matter, all Lives including the Cyclops that doesn’t believe It. A lot of Black Lives have been Squandered over the years by a bunch of Ignorant overzealous Terrorist Types. They go by the Names of Klans, Supremacists, Skinheads, Officer Robert Torsney and of lately, Officer Derek Chauvin. They may even be your Neighbors. As it did in Tulsa Oklahoma in 1921 when three Hundred Black People were Murdered by their White Neighbors. One year later thirty Black People Murdered in Rosewood Florida. It Don’t Make No Macha is Slave Ebonics( It Don’t Make no matter), that’s how Beleaguered Black People felt back then. It don’t make no matter is a feeling of helplessness, dejected and of being Violated. They knew that if they ran away, the Consequences would be Grave. They also knew that if you Outlawed Racism, it don’t make no matter, it’s what’s in the Heart of man that really matters. The Genocide of the Native American People speak for itself. Buried in Time the Falls Creek Massacre, where nine Native Americans two Men three Women two Boys and two Girls were Slaughtered. some of us are just Natural Born Killers. Some of us Survive above all Odds. Today we are not running, we are standing our Ground. Stand your Ground is A Law that Protects you if you feel that your Life is in Danger. A young Black Veteran who served his Country well and learned his Job of Targeting and Precision Release. He returned home to find the same Indignation he left. With the sentiment that it don’t make no matter, he armed himself and took up a Vantage point four Stories high in a Garage. In the Aftermath five Cops were killed and he was blown up with a Robot Bomb, pretty much a Jihadist I would say. Five Hundred miles away two more Fallen Officers, twelve Hundred miles away an Ambush and yet another, he was Black but he wore the Blue. Am I the only one who see a Pattern of Home Grown Terrorism, this is Palestine all over again. Are we approaching the Edge of Night. How many more US Army trained Black Men who are Sharpshooters out there, that are Grinding Axes. I am a firm Believer in Law and order with deep Rooted Patriotism. Always support your Country, your Government, only when deserving. Young Disenfranchised Blacks don’t see eye to eye with me, their Patience has run thin. Waiting four Hundred years for changes that they will never see. I am not a Pessimist, only a Realist. It’s a proven Synopsis, Oppression Incubates Rebellion. The turn of Events in the year two Thousand and twenty have brought out fifty years of Disappointment and Sadness in me. Disappointed in my Fellow Man Disappointed in Government and Society as a whole for casting a Blind Eye and a Deaf Ear to Racism, Prejudices and Brutally. Worse of all you feel good about yourself. Going to Church Sunday Morning talking about Praising the Lord. One of his Fundamental Laws is to love thy Neighbor. I don’t know what Pagon God you Worship, certainly not my Jehovah, I am my Brother’s keeper.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

A Mother’s Work is Never Done

Crawling in the Sack for Sexual Gratification and accidentally making Babies is a dangerous and callous act. In many of my earlier Blogs I have addressed the problem. Most of it assessed to Children having Children, and not being matured or grown themselves to deal with the responsibility and Devotion of raising a Child. I know that many of my Blogs are repetitious, but never boring. Sometimes the only way to get a point across is to be Repetitious, my Mother would Hammer the same thing in my Head till I got the point, my favorite was “no good Deed goes un punished”. This Blog is a Culmination of several of my earlier Blogs. So here we go again, having Children should be a life changing experience for any and everyone having them.

Your days of partying is just about over for all intensive purpose and reasoning, for most People. When I was seventeen living in a House with three Units, one was rented to there Sisters. The oldest was eighteen, the youngest was sixteen, she had a Baby. It was  a three Stories private House, living in the middle you hear everything. One night I heard a Baby crying continuously, after one Hour I knew there were no one home. I went downstairs and pushed the opened Door to find a six Months old Baby bundled in a Blanket on a makeshift Bed on the Floor. The young Incompetent Mother had abandoned her Child for a Night of partying.That’s what you get from Babies having Babies, they are clueless as to what responsibility means. I was a negligent seventeen Years old, I didn’t call Child Protective Agency, I nursed the Baby till the Mother got Home five A.M.

When you become a Parent nights of getting Baked and sleeping like a Log are gone, when an Infant is up at three am and is feeling alone and deserted, if you don’t show your face when they cry, whether they are in need or not they won’t stop crying. If you ignore them you are helping to create early Psychosis, such as the feeling of Abandonment, then the crying becomes more consistent. Two months ago a young Mother brought her eighteen Months old Child to the Hospital. The Infant was Diagnosed with Blunt Force Trauma to the Brain, the Mother was immediately Arrested. No Doubt that the Child cried a lot to receive it’s injuries. That is what young Incompetent Mothers do when a child cries constantly, they shake it violently or Batter it.

Two years ago in my old Neighborhood of Largo Florida a young Mother going through a bitter Breakup, slammed her two years old son against the wall, the Child was knocked unconscious. Instead of seeking Medical help, she put the Child in a Bag and Dumped it in a nearby Park. Two years after having a Child I don’t want to hear about no Post Partum Syndrome. She is awaiting Trial in the Justice System where I work. All these instances are rehashed from earlier Blogs. Today I want to focus on people having Children and are so self centered with living their own miserable Existence,  they forget about the Child’s, In so doing they don’t realize that they are creating a Generation of People with their Heads screwed on backwards.

Once again let me be Repetitious, just about anyone can make Babies, that doesn’t make them Parents. Most of all we are not all good Parents. Good Parents are Diligent and Attentive, they are always protective of their Children’s wellness, Physical and Mental. Even when you are all grown up and have Children of your own, they are still worrying about you. I grew up in a Christian Household, I went to Sunday School, yet from eight to fourteen my middle name could have been Damien. I stole as if my name was Robin Hood, I disobeyed my Mother, I broke all the Rules, I got in more Fights than Chuck Norris. My Mother knew that she had her Work cut out for her and she never neglected it. If she didn’t stem the tide of bad behavior with me growing up in the Badman’s Land of Bronx U.S.A. My Resident would have been Spotford Juvenile Detention Center.

Eventually I would have become Infamous. That’s what separates Great Parents from Good Parents, bad Parents from Baby Makers. Good Parents Recognizes early Deviations, Great Parents Remediates them. It’s not all about putting a Roof over their Heads and Food in their Stomachs. At seventeen the Neighborhood Biggest Drug Dealer offered to front me one Thousand Dollars of Coke, no upfront Cash, I refused the offer, because Mother’s work was done. At twenty one Organized Crime offered me five Thousand Dollars a Week to Deliver Kilos of Heroin. Again I refused the offer, Mother’s work was done. Yet some People wonder why I write about Parenting, especially Bad Parenting and problematic Juveniles. Been there Done that.

If my Mother didn’t do her Job I would not be able to have the Job I am presently in, working in a Justice System,with one Misdemeanor I would have been disqualified. In one of my first ten Blogs I wrote about Annie. She was Born to two eighteen years old totally unprepared for the Job of Parenting. Her Grandmother made a bad Decision by moving her Daughter out of the State before Annie was Born, to separate her Daughter from the Boy who got her Pregnant. The Child developed many  early Psychosis from being raised by one Parent who was a Party Girl. By fifteen a Judge told them that if they could not control her, she would be going away. The solution, they shipped her back to New York, a Fertile Garden for Wayward Girls, to live with the other Grandparents she was separated from and a Father who had no inclination of corrupting the Children of his new Family by taking her in. My God he made her, it’s his Job to try and Remediate the Bad Seed, worse of all a Mother who Washed her Hands of the Problem she Created. Hello Regan Teresa Macneil ( The lead Character in the Movie the Exercist) . Once again Parenting is the hardest Job in the World so if you are not ready for it, or not up to the task that’s why we have Contraceptives. Last Words goes to Pac ” Momma you are Appreciated”

P.S. my Favorite Quote, Categorically Denied.

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FBI joins search for missing baby whose father was found dead in Pasco County

Andrew Caballeiro was a week old when his father, Ernesto Caballeiro kidnapped him last month, Miami-Dade police said

Andrew Caballeiro, a 7-day-old infant, is missing after he was taken by his father Ernesto Caballeiro last month, according to Miami-Dade police. Three women were found dead in the baby’s home in southwest Miami-Dade County home. The father was found dead Wednesday in Pasco County, but the infant is still missing. [Florida Department of Law Enforcement]

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MIAMI — The FBI has joined the search for a newborn baby who disappeared after his mother, grandmother and great-grandmother were fatally shot in South Florida, an official said.

FBI spokesman Michael Leverock confirmed the agency is assisting in the case, the Miami Herald reported Monday.

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Miami triple-murder suspect found dead in Pasco County. But where is baby Andrew?

Andrew Caballeiro was a week old when his father, Ernesto Caballeiro, 49, kidnapped him last month, Miami-Dade police said. A short time later, police found the bodies of Arlety García Valdés, 40; Isabel Valdés González, 60; and Lina González Licor, 84.

Police suspect Caballeiro murdered the women. The day after taking the child, he was found dead from an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound in Pasco County, which is north of Tampa. The infant wasn’t found near his vehicle or body.

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No evidence missing baby was with father in Pasco County: sheriff

“Our detectives are still following all the leads they have in the case,” Miami-Dade police Detective Ángel Rodríguez said. “We have the assistance of the Florida Department of Law Enforcement and the FBI, but at this time there’s been no change in the investigation.”

Authorities are searching locations where Caballeiro might have taken the baby after he left the rural Miami-Dade house where the three women were murdered.

Miami-Dade police still have an Amber Alert for baby Andrew on its Twitter account.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Blind Justice

 


Our Prisons are overcrowded with people serving time for what could be considered nuisance crimes, failure to pay child support, Dui, possession of a controlled substance, possession of a small amount with intent to distribute, shoplifting, petty theft, and so on . Such prisoners instead of being fined and on probation are taking up precious space for hard core offenders who needs to be off the streets. Career Criminals buy their freedom all the time with Criminal lawyers who knows how to work the system. The big disgrace is, the failure of the System to protect defenceless Children from their whacked out parents and the child welfare system nationwide. Every day you read about some poor Child dying in the care of unfit parents. People who should not even be entrusted with the care of Dogs and Cats, yet the child welfare agencies go to these homes and leave Children in visible danger in a House of Horror, to return and find the innocent and defenseless Corpse of one more case that they bungled.






And the beat goes on. It was sweltering in the bedroom of the Largo Fl. Mobile Home the day a child welfare case manager visited in July. Yet she left 8-month old William Hendrickson IV there with no air-conditioning and in the care of an erratic father, who had been refusing to take his (medication) noticed the word not medicine . Hello, ding dong, is anyone out there paying attention. A Mobile Home without AC is an Oven , a Nut that doesn’t take his medication is a time Bomb, if he can’t take care of himself how is going to care for an Infant. Yet the agency failed to take action. 

 

There was still time to save the child when a call was made to the Florida Abuse Hotline later that day. However the Hotline operator mistakenly marked the call as a non-priority case. It wasn’t until the next morning that child protective investigators arrived. By then the infant was not breathing and his two year old sister was severely dehydrated. I once heard a man say that Education makes fools out of people without common sense. Many who holds these Jobs have a Degree in Social Science. A State investigation into the death of the infant found multiple failures on the part of the child welfare system that left the boy in a Room where Police investigating the death recorded temperatures of 109 degrees.







Are these people mentally deficient leaving an eight months old infant in that Oven, do they have Children, do they have a conscience, do they believe in God or the almighty Dollar. Holding a Job like that just to make a Buck is downright scary, dangerous and criminal. Investigators found the case manager who visited the home one day before the child’s death failed to take needed actions. The abuse hotline operator failed to code an abuse report as immediate which would have sent investigators to the home within four hours. Why four hours, this was a 911 situation, other 911 calls are handled with immediacy aren’t  helpless infants in a situation like this a priority. 

 The case manager and her supervisor failed on several occasions to escalate the case to the State Attorney’s Office when it was clear their safety plan had broken down out of fear of embarrassment and callousness. The two children had been under the watch of a case manager since January, as a result of ongoing  Drug use and domestic violence between the parents. In an effort to keep the family together, the couple were receiving in home services to improve their parenting skills. That safety plan included random drug testing and three surprise visit a week to the home. You don’t need a PhD to know that the inept Bureaucracy were playing Devil’s advocate with these children’s lives and that they dropped the Ball. All I can say in conclusion is suffer not the little Children for theirs is the kingdom of God.

P.S. anyone can make Babies, not everyone can be Parents, also not everyone should be put in a position of Trust. May God help the unprotected ones.