Guess I'm on a tear now. So for clarification, the following is my opinion , and only my opinion, of which I am entitled to. Fortunately the people who know me, know that I can be extremely opinionated and terribly vociferous when something strikes me as just totally stupid, and Honey, those remarks by John Kerry did it.
I can't believe that idiot would get up in public and make such a stupid, totally obscene remark like he did.
Him, and idiots like him are the reason the Republicans have such an easy time of gaining control. Just about the time you think the Democrats have learned to be a bit more circumspect, some idiot like John Kerry comes along and blows them out of the water.
You know the biggest problem with the Democrats? They are their own worst enemy. The Republicans really don't have to work too hard to beat them, they beat themselves.
Take last election for example. They had a couple of fairly decent candidates, the best of whom was John Edwards, and then they decided to nominate John Kerry. Are you freaking kidding me? John Kerry? Supporter of the working man? Yeah right. working on his rich man image more than anything. Jesus, he's married to a billionaire heiress. Can we say gigolo? Friend of the working man my ass.
If the Dems had been even remotely intelligent, they would have nominated John Edward and left Kerry to wallow in his billions.
People keep screaming it's time for a change. It certainly is. Time to put the boot to the fat assed idiots who have been taking up space and very little else in Congress, like Ted Kennedy.
And for all my gay and lesbians readers and friends, you can't possibly believe that putting a Democrat in office is really going to further your cause and grant you any more equality than you have now? Everyone of them talk a great talk to win votes, but when it gets right down to it, they aren't going to fight for your rights any more than the Republicans have.
Unless and until politicians decide to grow a pair,(and that includes the Senator from New York, who obviously was the only member of the last first family to have any)and say what they really feel, instead of what the religious right want them to say, you're never going to gain anything.
I wonder when voters in this country are going to get their heads out of their collective asses and vote for a candidate based on his/her stand on the issues, and not on their party affiliation.
My guess is never. Having a mind of your own is not PC. Being a sheep, who follows the dictates of the religious right has worked so far, so why take the initiative and thumb your nose at them?
How about the candidates opening up their eyes and realizing that there is a whole country of voters who don't let religion dictate their votes? Not many, mind you, but the numbers are growing.
I have an idea, let's nominate an Atheist. Hell, he/she can't do any worse of a job than what the political parties are offering us, right? Right.

Today is the first day of the NaNoWriMo event! I am excited, because I finally got an idea for the my novel. I hope like hell I can keep up with it.
It is sometimes easier to work under the pressure of a deadline. I think, at least for me, that knowing that I have x amount of time to complete a project keeps me on course. Of course, I could be wrong. Time will tell.
So, Halloween came and went and as usual, we had zero trick or treaters. Go figure. In all the years we've been married, hubby and I have had roughly three dozen candy varmints come knocking on our door.
I wonder why that is? We buy bags and bags of candy and then we have bags and bags of the stuff left over. Maybe he secretly puts a signout that says "Trick or Treaters will be eaten", and it sort of frightens them away? I don't know. I just know that I am now stuck with three bags of candy, and nowhere to dispose of it.
Oh wait, what am I thinking? We have ten grandkids! Now there's a nifty disposal unit if ever there was one. We just have to get it to them tonight, because we generally have one or two of them on the weekends and a sugar buzzing youngun would be hard on us old timers, you know?
Well, I best be getting on that NaNo thingy. Time's a wasting. Have a great day, y'all.

Today is the first day of the NaNoWriMo event! I am excited, because I finally got an idea for the my novel. I hope like hell I can keep up with it.
It is sometimes easier to work under the pressure of a deadline. I think, at least for me, that knowing that I have x amount of time to complete a project keeps me on course. Of course, I could be wrong. Time will tell.
So, Halloween came and went and as usual, we had zero trick or treaters. Go figure. In all the years we've been married, hubby and I have had roughly three dozen candy varmints come knocking on our door.
I wonder why that is? We buy bags and bags of candy and then we have bags and bags of the stuff left over. Maybe he secretly puts a signout that says "Trick or Treaters will be eaten", and it sort of frightens them away? I don't know. I just know that I am now stuck with three bags of candy, and nowhere to dispose of it.
Oh wait, what am I thinking? We have ten grandkids! Now there's a nifty disposal unit if ever there was one. We just have to get it to them tonight, because we generally have one or two of them on the weekends and a sugar buzzing youngun would be hard on us old timers, you know?
Well, I best be getting on that NaNo thingy. Time's a wasting. Have a great day, y'all.

SO, tomorrow is Halloween, and the day after that the insanity begins! I am anxious to get started on the NaNoWriMo this year. I got an excellent idea for a book from one of my favorite TV shows, Ghost Hunters. Can't wait to get started.
We have, or rather Dorothy has officially released our Halloween E-Book. We're trying to get over three hundred sold the or given away, I forget if we're selling or giving it away, but anyway, trying to get over three hundred done the first day.
This book has some great stories in it and Dorothy wrapped all of our stories around a central figure, a reporter for the Writersville Gazette. It's good; it's funny and its spooky.
Everyone needs to go to the website and order their copy. Oh, yeah, its free!!
I'll be hosting Dorothy Thompson's Virtual book tour here on my blogspot, so you all keep checking back and be sure to pop over to Dorothy's website: www.dorothythompson.net or at:
www.soulmatequeen.com. Me, I'd check out both sites. Dorothy is self taught and she is a veritable fount of information for e-book floks as well as those of you seeking your soul mate!
Okay, got about 400 emails to wade through, so that's it for today!
Keep in touch!

Another day, another blog!
Today, I am ranting and raising hell about the judicial system in Lake County, Florida. IN particular the Family Courts!
My daughter's ex husband was arrested in Jan. for lewd and lascivious battery on a child under the age of sixteen. Consensual sex with a fifteen year old is his story. Consensual sex with a fifteen year old!
Anyway, of course he was charged with a felony, and his children, my grand daughter,and his other daughter were taken out of his home. He was allowed supervised visits with the children at the CPS offices with a social worker present.
He has been to court on this charge once a month since Jan. And it has consistently been continued. Okay fast forward. We have been to court once a month since March for dependency hearings.
Last week, the social worker told my daughter that the criminal case had been plea bargained and a part of that was that he relinquish all legal rights to his two children.
My daughter, and his ex-wife argued that him relinquishing his rights to the children was simply a legal way for him to avoid paying child support. I agree.
But, be that as it may, that was a part of the plea agreement. Today, was to be the last dependency hearing and all legal rights to both children was to end today. This past Tuesday, he met with both of his children and told them he would never see them again, My grand daughter, who is twelve understands the what as well as the why and she accepts it. She knows what he father did and with whom and while I won't say she doesn't care, she really wasn't adversely effected by his decision to relinquish custody. She was taken from her mother by this man when she was three and her life world was turned upside down. IN March it was destroyed again ,an d again by the same man. So, she was accepting of this decision, and happy that at last she was back with her Mother where she always wanted to be.
So, goodbyes were said on Tues. His youngest daughter, a seven year old was devastated. She doesn't understand what happened or why her daddy doesn't want her any more. Her mother finally managed to get her settled down and while not happy, she understood that Tues. Was the last time she would see her daddy until she was eighteen.
So, today at the final dependency hearing, his attorney asks for a freaking continuance! Claimed that the opposing parties were all out of town. A huge lie. He was at work.
My daughter and his ex-wife were livid. This continuance means that those two children have to go through that hurt and rejection yet again!
This is the way the criminal justice system works in Lake County, Florida. The criminal gets all the breaks and perks and the innocent children and their mothers are the ones who are punished- over and over again.
We are now at an impasse, because my daughter and his ex-wife have flat refused to allow him access to either child again. He made his decision, he chose his freedom over his children. He chose to relinquish his rights to them in exchange for not going to prison, and yet the children are the ones who have to suffer. He did the crime, and yet they are the ones who must pay.
He gets to walk the streets, have sex with other teenaged girls and go and come as he pleases with no responsibility to his own children. No child support, no insurance, nothing for his children. But, the two mothers, both single women who must struggle to support these children alone. Where is the justice in that?
I am so livid right now. My daughter just called from the courthouse. The social worker , the Guardian Ad Litems, the attorneys for the State, the Guardians and my daughter, and his ex-wife all heard my daughter call this man and ask him why he was putting his kids through another goodbye. He told her, on the speaker phone with all parties present and listening that he did not want to see either child again, and that social worker told my daughter and the ex that if they did not show up for the visit on Tues. They would take the children away from them for violating a court order!!!! This is ridiculous! It's a good thing I am home babysitting my youngest grandson or I would be in jail right now.
What in the gay hell is wrong with Lake county? Are they stupid?!?!?!

Hey all, just a quick note. Nothing much happening today. Sometimes ya got a lot to say and other days? Nada. This is one of those nada days. See ya tomorrow.

Here is Theresa Pachesny's article about her run-in with the Gestapo in Michigan.

The Burning Times Aren't Over
By
Theresa Chaze
I now know how the women of the Burning Times felt being dragged from their homes in the middle of the night and tortured. I wasn't dragged from my home nor was I physically tortured, but I was kidnapped and emotionally tortured by the Traverse City Police Department and the Grand Traverse Sheriff Department of Michigan.

After working a ten hour shift at Normic Industries that started at 3:30 pm Tuesday October 17th and ending 2 am on the 18th, I was driving home on South Airport Road. A few minutes after I turned off Park Drive on to South Airport, a car drove up very close behind me. The headlights were lighting the interior of my car and it was making me very uncomfortable because it simply wasn't safe. If I suddenly had to stop, the other car would have rear-ended me. I turned on my signal and moved into the left lane. The car advanced and I saw it was a police car. I thought he was in a hurry and would pass. Instead, he turned his flashers on. Confused, I turned on my signal and pulled over back in to the right lane, then off to the side of the road, turning off my car and rolling down the window. The officer walked up and I asked "What? What did I do?"

He asked me for my driver's license and registration.

I told him it was in my purse and pointed to the backseat.

He told me to get it, so I started opening the door. He got angry and slammed it shut. He demanded that I get it by reaching around the other way. There was no way I could reach it. He yanked open the door and ordered me to get out and go to the back of my car. I did what I was told, asking what did I do. He refused to answer. Moments later, he walked around rifling through my purse. He asked me if I had anything sharp that would cut him or a weapon. I have a small atheme that I carry for when I do ritual in the woods. It's a set of two knives--two inches and one inch. Since most people don't know what an athame is, I called them knives. I bought them on Ebay for 99 cents. He dug to the bottom of the outside pocket and found them. He again looked through the main pocket, then gave me my purse back and demanded I give him my license and registration. I asked him to hold his flashlight over my purse while I looked for them; it was even a bigger mess than when I gave it to him. After I gave him the forms, I was handcuff and put in the back of the squad car. I kept asking why and neither officer would answer me. I asked to talk to a supervisor and was told he knew, but he was too busy to talk to me. Where the second officer came from I don't know. I was so overwhelmed, I didn't see if there was a second car. They searched my car without my permission and arranged to have my car towed. They took my keys and drove me to the jail. The handcuffs were so tightened they make my hands numb. Wednesday I woke up with my right wrist hurt and swollen.

After we got to the jail, I was informed that my car was swerving and that is why I was stopped. They arrested me because of my carrying a concealed weapon. I was totally amazed. They took off the handcuffs and I was processed. They took all my jewelry, including my pentacle necklace, and I was searched. During the processing, I was searched twice more, which I didn't understand. Except for going to the bathroom, I was always in their sight, so why would they continually have to search me? Another person was being given a breathalyzer test. I asked to be given one as well. I wanted it as evidence that was sober and I had never done it before. I asked to talk to a supervisor and again was denied. I asked for an attorney and was denied. They placed me in a hallway. There was a payphone, but I didn't know who to call and I no longer had any money. The longer I waited, the more nervous, I became. Stress is the main trigger for my asthma. As the attack started, I asked for my inhaler; they refused to give it to me. It turned into a major attack to the point of throwing up and peeing on myself. An officer walked in and told me to stop making myself sick. I told him the best that I could that I have asthma and needed my inhaler. A few minutes later, he allowed me to use it, but it took a little while before I was able to talk. During that time a dark haired officer with a mustache, who claimed he was a supervisor came it. I told him that I could talk yet and to come back in a few minutes. He never came back, but another one did. He said he was the shift sergeant who arrest me and that the other was the supervisor for the jail. I explain to him what had happened and the actual size of the knifes. He didn't understand why the officer decided to arrest me--that he had the option of not. He also said that the officer contacted him and told him that the knife was three inches long; it was at that point he gave the officer the option of arresting or not. He said at this point there was nothing he could do, but at the 9 am, I would be given my bond hearing and that I would most likely be let go without having to pay a bond. I told him about my asthma, allergies, and hypoglycemia. He said he would make sure that I had access to my inhaler and given something to eat. I told him I would be missing two dozes of my allergy medication because I didn't carry them with me. There was nothing he could do. I asked for an attorney and why my rights hadn't been read to me. He said my rights didn't have to be read to me because they hadn't asked about the knife, but ignored my request for an attorney. Before he left, he again said he didn't understand why I was arrested and was sorry that he couldn't help.

Later I was put into a holding room and bagged lunch with two sandwiches, cookie, juice and an apple were given to me. The juice was high in sugar so it helped bring my blood sugar left back up. The sandwich tasted strange and the bread was all dry. It made me sick. I forced myself to eat half of it because I needed to eat and nibbled on the stale cookie. It was so bad I didn't know what kind it was. I rationed out the juice to keep my blood sugar up. For the rest of the night, I sat on the mattress and walked the parade of people. Every few hours my chest would start to get tight and I would ask for my inhaler. It was hard to get their attention, but eventually it would be provided. Each time the officers were getting nastier about it. Breakfast was served to the other inmates but I didn't receive any, nor was I asked if I wanted any.

There weren't any clocks so I lost track of time. Eventually I was let out to talk to the "magistrate"--the woman who set my bail. I tried to tell her my side; she wouldn't listen. No one would. She was more interested in my income and what property I owned, than finding out what my history was. I tried to tell her that I had never been arrested; like everyone else, she ignored me. She told me I was to go before the judge at 2pm. My bond was set at five thousand dollars with ten percent down. The only person I could think to call who would have access to that kind of money was my employer. I called him and he said he would see what he could do. Later, I was able to use the phone twice more to get bond. My sister-in-law wasn't home; my credit card wouldn't increase my limit. I didn't know what I was going to do.

No one would give me any information nor help me understand the process. For most of the morning, I sat with my back against the wall, crying. Lunch was served, but by that time I had waited to long to eat. Looking at it make me feel nauseous, eating would only make me vomit. Instead, I curled back up in my corner and drank the Kool-Aid type drink they gave me. I continue to ask for my inhaler regularly. The officers were getting hostile. At one point, they nearly refused, but they gave it to me and told me it was the last time. Another officer mentioned that they should send me to the nurse to be checked out. However that wasn't done.

It seemed to be getting late. I started asking about the time. I was told I had to appear before the judge at 2pm. I was already in enough trouble already; I didn't need more by being late. The officers told me not to worry about it; the paperwork wasn't filled out yet, but it would be soon. There was an announcement made for something at three o'clock. I again told an officer about the 2 pm appointment, he told me the paperwork still wasn't ready. Later I asked again about the time, the officer said it was nearly four. Another person and I would be arranged before five. The was a problem with the transfer of a person and there was chaos for about 10-15 minutes. The officers had a good time beating up a young man who was being difficult. They laughed and joked about how they wanted to punch him bloody. After things had calmed down, my court appearance had been pushed back to Thursday at 9:45 am but my bond had been posted. They were just waiting to get the receipt. After dinner had been service, I was finally let out of the cell and my paperwork processed. They had taken all the cash I had on hand and deducted cost of my stay, returning the rest in a check. They wouldn't give me copies of anything bond the receipt of my bond being paid and the check. They allowed me to use the phone. I called my employer to tell him that I had been released. He told me that he had tried to pay the bond earlier, but was told that I would be arraigned at two and that it would be reduced. When he called before three and he found out that I hadn't been, he made arrangements to pay it before 4. I wasn't released until after 5pm. It was too late to contact an attorney. By the time, the cab picked me up and the tow driver returned to the lot, it was after 6:30pm. Neither of them would accept a check and I ended up going over my limit on my credit card in order to get myself and my car home.

On Wednesday, I arrived at the courthouse at 9:30. I asked where I need to be and for my paperwork. I was told I didn't need any and was directed to the courtroom. While I was waiting, I talked to a man who also had been in jail at the same time. He heard the officers joking that my paperwork had been ready for a while, but since I had been a pain they were going to teach me a lesson. It was after 11:30 before I was called before the judge. He finally read me my rights and gave me a phone number to call the next day to get an attorney. I told him I had never been arrested before and he agreed to give me back the ten percent my employer paid. I was able to leave.

I was cooperative from the beginning and through the whole ordeal. I keep asking why, because I wasn'tÂ’t being given answers. The couple of times in the past, when I had been stopped the first words the officer said was did you know you were speeding. The arresting officer wouldnÂ’t tell me anything. It was as if he was looking for a reason to arrest me anwouldn'tdnÂ’t stop until he found one.didn'tidnÂ’t know him and donÂ’t know why he would want to hurt me. I lost two days of work, cost me money I couldn't afford, and has made me physically ill. I learned we do not have as many rights as we think we do. You can be pulled over and arrested without being told why. The officer and his co-workers refused to give me his name or give me a copy of the police report. You donÂ’t have to be read your rights, given access to an attorney, or receive medical attention. You can be bullied and mocked by the people who are suppose to protect you; if you ask questions you are considered a troublemaker and you are detained longer. I always thought the police were to protect the public, but they are the ones the public needs protection from.


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Good Monday morning, y'all! If there is anything good about Mondays it's that I can ramble on about the news and such that I heard over the weekend.
Speaking of news, I believe I told you all about my Friend Theresa Pachesny up in the Nazi state of Michigan? She was arrested, well let's call a spade a spade shall we? She was illegally detained by the S.O up there the other night after working for something like seventeen hours.
Now Theresa is a practicing Witch, Wicca whatever, and she carries the tools of her religion with her at all times. Well, it seems one of the local yokels up there, in true Gestapo fashion pulled her over for no apparent reason and in his search of her belongings found her tiny little asthame in her purse.
And of course this brain trust decided she was carrying a concealed weapon. Yeah right, this Grandma was totin! Anyway, the bozo decided to arrest her for carrying a concealed weapon and Honey let me tell you, the crap those idiots put her through is downright shameful.
If you want to read of her harrowing ordeal go to her blogspot at: http://theresachaze.blogspot.com/
It never ceases to amaze me the total ignorance of some folks.
So, Theresa has tons of friends, and of course most of us are writers, with published books stories, etc, and we are located all over the world, so you know what kind of press the Grand-Traverse County Sheriff's Office is going to get.
On a different note, still working to promote my book Dark Ridge. I know I'd rather write any day than have to do this, but, if you want your work to be known you have no options. Especially if you choose to go the POD route.
So, y'all pop over to Amazon.com or BN.com and order your copy.
I wanted to mention a few of my buddies here and give you their websites to peruse. One of them is Schuyler Thorpe. Sky writes sci-fi and you can check him out at:http://360.yahoo.com/starchildalpha1 or read excerpts of his books at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/skysbooksonline/
Another outstanding writer is Sandy Lender. I don't have a link to her website, but you should be on the lookout for her book, "Choices Meant for Gods" that is being published by ArcheBooks.
Also, check out the works of Ron Berry on his blogspot at: http://unwriter.blogspot.com/
Ron also creates beautiful jewelry and is a mathematical genius, and pc God and has websites set up for both.
Okay, I'm done for now. Have a great day!

I'm wondering how long it takes for a book store to get back to you. I sent out about a dozen emails to local book retailers to see if we can set up a book signing, but so far none of them have answered.
Oh well, my next thing will be face to face contact, though I got to tell you,I'm not too wild about the prospect of doing that. I'm just so lousy at tooting my own horn. Guess I'll have to break down and buy Janet Elaine Smith's book on promoting and follow it. Seems to have worked wonders for her. She has her POD books in a lot of brick and mortars; including Barnes and Noble.
So, I'm pretty psyched about the virtual blog tour I'm helping Dorothy Thompson with and kinda hoping that I might be able to get one worked out for myself soon.
I need to get my MySpace page set up, but that almost boggles my mind, so I'm going to get my daughter to do it for me.
I think it will reach a few more people than anything else I've done.
I got a suggestion from Dorothy Thompson about cleaning up my last entry and submitting it to newspapers across the country. I read over it and I guess she's right. I can say things like "pisses me off" or "whiney assed bastards" on this blog, but I guess the newspapers would take issue with it, although I can't see why since they are so gung-ho on the first amendment!
I guess that simply means it's all right for them to say whatever they want, but no one else can. They fight like hell to protect their first amendment rights, but no no else's.
I really hate the media any more. Most of the time they are bloodsucking glory hounds looking for that elusive Pulitzer story, and could care less who they hurt in the process.
What really kills me is the way they will hound families of murder victims, like those people don't have enough hell to deal with. Blood suckers, that's all they are.
Then they are so completely political! I mean come on, some of the TV stations are pro Republican and every story slants that way, or they are pro-Democrat and , well you get the picture. Whatever happened to unbiased reporting of the news? Guess it died along with truth in journalism, huh?
Oh, before I forget, I'm doing a book review for Therese Chaze for her "Awakening the Dragon" book. Pretty good book. Therese has a wonderful talent for weaving a mesmerizing tale. She is a Witch, or maybe she prefers Wicca, but whatever, she is a great wrtier.
Speaking of Therese, she had a hell of a time with the local Gendarmes up in Michigan where she lives. Pretty unprofessional jackasses judging from her story.
Personally, was I her, I'd sue the living crap out of that department. She's going to blog all about it on her blogspot, so quick as I get the link for it, I'll pass it on to you all.
Any more news? Oh yeah, my son's band, Last Winter, has cancelled it's Memphis gig. Guess the place that wanted them to play has a cheap streak in them. They wanted the band to drive over a thousand miles, rent a big truck for their equipment and pay for their own hotel room, play the gig, and all of that for the princely sum of $200.00. Yeahh right, like that's ever gonna happen.
You shoud go check out their MySpace site. I think it is www.MySpace.com/LastWinter or something to that effect. They really have some great original songs on their CD.
Okay, well, I guess I'm done. I'm a Sci-fi freak and Freddie versus Jason is on. You just gotta love those goofy scary movies! I do.
My friend Marilyn does, too. We're gonna write a screenplay for one of those awful things one of these days.
All right, I'm outta here. Later!

I don't know why the news about the stabbing at University High School in Orlando surprised me yesterday, but it did.
As a nation , we should be used to the violence of our children by now. After all, our government gave them license to act anyway they choose without fear of consequences.
I look at back at when my own children were in school. Every year, on the first day, I took my kids to school, met with and spoke at length to their teachers. During the course of our converstaion, I gave the teachers, as well as the administrators my permission to paddle their behinds if they disrupted the class, smarted off, stole something from another student, started a fight, lied, cheated or in general acted like little demons.
My children rarely acted up in school. They said "Yes sir/ No m'am" and "No sir/ Yes M'am , please and thank you. They may not have been the most polite and well behaved children on the planet, (and really what child is, short of those Stepford Kids?) but they knew that any breach of conduct would be dealt with, first by the teacher, then if necessary, by the adminstrator, and always, without fail by either their father or me when they got home.
There was no acceptable excuse for acting out in school. They were there to learn reading, writing and arithmatic, not how to bump, rap, throw up gang hand signs, steal, threaten, fight, cuss, intimidate, ignore the teacher, ignore the rules, have sex in the bathroom, smoke dope in the stairwells, threaten the teachers, hit the teachers, or in general act anywhere near like the kids in school today do.
So yesterday, when a seventeen year old student stabbed and ultimately murdered a fifteen year old student, I was surprised. Surprised and really angry. Angry because once again our government in it's infintite wisdom has caused the death of another child at the hands of another child.
I don't wonder how it happened, I just wonder why it continues to happen. Or more to the point when our government is going to wake up and put a stop to this violence; this lawlessness: this insistence that our children need to be mollycoddled and fawned over, protected from even the mildest form of punishment for misdeeds.
What I mean is, when is the government going to wake up and smell the blood? The blood of a whole generation of children who are allowed to murder, rape, steal, and in general wreak havoc because the parents are no longer allowed to control them.
If a parent slaps a child for a foul mouth or washed his/her mouth out with soap, it is child abuse. If a parents spanks a child for a deliberate violation of a rule, a rule that was put in place to protect that child, it is child abuse. If a child is placed on house arrest, grounded, restricted, or whatever you choose to call it today, it is child abuse.
A teacher muse tolerate a student calling him/her stupid, a bitch, a 'ho, a m-fer or anyone of a dozen other foul names and the teacher can do nothing more than order detention, maybe suspension. He/She dare not touch the little darling or face jail time or termination of their employment.
And yet time after time teachers are not only verbally, but physically abused by these kids. And why? Because the federal government and those whiney assed, bleeding heart liberals have decided that making a child mind, as you or I, as they, were made to do is now a criminal offense. And worse, they have let our kids know this.
But, these same lawmakers have the nerve to stand up and demand reform !! How damn stupid can these people be? They want reform? They want an end to juvenile violence? All they have to do was mind their own damn business, and stay out of American families' business.
It's not all that hard to put an end to this nonsense. Give the rearing of our children back to us, and stay the hell out of it.
Don't have the threat of The Department of Family and Children's hanging over our heads. Let us tend to our children and they won't have to tend to arresting and prosectuing fourteen and fifteen year old kids for rape, murder, or grand theft.
I'm a grandmother. I have three children and ten grandchildren. I could care less what the 'law' says. If one of my grandchildren ever calls me a bitch, steals from me or pulls a weapon on me, I will first, call DFACS, hand them the phone and then tell them to give their hearts to God, cause thier ass is mine!

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or you can order it from your local book retailer.

Read an exciting excerpt below.


Arriving at the Harlan’s house, Amos didn't wait for Tom. Drawing his service revolver, he nudged the front door open with his foot. Holding his gun close in front of him, he quietly entered the house, eyes scanning the living room. Empty. Stealthily, he moved to the kitchen, also empty. At the foot of the stairs, he hesitated. Harlan was armed. Maybe he should wait for Tom.
Remembering the terror and pain in Molly's eyes and her words, he killed my momma, he discarded that idea. He placed one foot on the bottom step and shifted his weight, pulling the other foot up next to it. The stairs creaked in protest and Amos held his breath; waiting. Nothing. He took the steps one at a time, his eyes trained on the landing, alert for the tiniest movement.
His breathing shallow and quiet, he climbed the stairs. At the top, he stood silently, his head cocked in a listening attitude. Nothing, no noise, no moans, no cries, no curses. The silence was un-nerving.
As he stood there, the smell of blood invaded his nostrils. Rich and coppery smelling, it permeated the air.
Making a decision, Amos walked softly to the door directly ahead of him and toed it open, his gun at the ready. Squinting into the darkness, he fumbled for the light switch to his right and flipped it. The room became bathed in an artificial yellow glow. It was empty.
As he stood there, his eyes searching the room, he noticed Harlan's wallet lying on the dresser and his shoes lined up precisely, next to the nightstand. The shades were drawn and the covers had been pulled back neatly on the bed, in preparation for sleep.
He backed slowly out of the room and into the hallway. Turning his head to the right, he saw another door. Making his way cautiously to it, he reached out and grasped the handle, twisting it slowly. It opened onto the bathroom. The glow from the streetlight outside the window illuminated the small room divulging its emptiness. Turning on his heel, Amos headed for the other end of the hall and one last closed door.
He’d been mistaken. The door wasn’t shut, at least not all the way, and as he reached for the doorknob, he heard a noise from downstairs. Gripping his gun tightly, he turned and eased to the top of the stairs, waiting in the darkness.
Below, he could see a dim figure creeping stealthily across the floor toward the stairs. “That's far enough, Harlan,” Amos said loudly.
The figure below stopped and a strangled cry escaped from it. “Amos? It's me, Tom.” Tom Hale’s voice quivered with fear. Amos sighed and lowered his gun.
“Come on up, Tom and don't touch nothin',” he said. Tom made his way up the stairs.
At the top, he nodded to Amos, “What we got?”
“Molly says Harlan killed Mary, but so far I ain't found her. There's still that room over yonder to check.” He nodded toward the half closed door at the end of the hall. Tom, his gun hand trembling, nodded to Amos who turned and led the way.
Guns at the ready, Amos nudged the door back and felt for the light switch. Finding it, he took a deep breath and flipped the switch. The scene was bathed in a soft yellow glow, but it did nothing to soften the horror.
Lying in a pool of her own blood was Mary Matthews. She was lying on her back, her mouth open in a silent scream; her eyes wide and terrified. Her body had been viscously assaulted.
Tom turned away, covering his mouth to hold back the bile that had risen in his throat. Amos blanched, but didn't turn away. Instead, he knelt down beside the body and gingerly lifted her wrist feeling for a pulse. As he knew, there was none. Mary's lifeless eyes stared in horror, forever trapping the last sight she saw: that of her killer standing over her, grinning sadistically.
Amos gently closed Mary's sightless eyes and got to his feet. Turning to his deputy he said, “Tom, go downstairs and call Doc and tell him to get over here.” Grateful for anything that would take him out of sight of that horror; Tom nodded mutely and left the room.
Amos hunkered down beside Mary and gently brushed the hair back from her eyes. Her face was bloodied and bruised, but that didn't hide her beauty. He grieved silently for this woman. He had loved her for a very long time and he had begged her so many times to leave Harlan, but she had refused. Claiming love, she stayed. Stayed to be beaten, raped and now murdered by the man she loved.
Amos felt the bitterness and hopelessness of her life wash over him. If things had only been different, she would be alive and happy; smiling that beautiful smile of hers. He felt the tears form in his eyes and he let them come.
Hearing Tom clumping noisily up the stairs, Amos got to his feet. In a pretense of checking for evidence, he walked over to Molly's closet and began to plunder through her things.
“Doc's on his way,” Tom said, stepping gingerly around the body to stand before Amos. “What you want me to do?”
Taking a deep breath, Amos turned to his deputy and said, “Go into Harlan's room and see if you can find anything that might tell us where he went.”
Tom nodded, only to happy to comply. It was obvious that he didn't want to be in the same room with a dead body. When he had gone, Amos sat down heavily on the edge of Molly's bed and stared at Mary. Sighing, he got up and pulling the quilt off the bed, gently draped it over the now stiffening and lifeless corpse that had once housed the soul of the woman he loved.