This is my life. Now you understand

As far back as I can remember, I have always cheated death or should I say, life has cheated me. I am a true believer that all things happen for a reason. I was only three when the neighbor boy and I were playing in our yard which was connected. The folks were having a get together. I remember the kid walking over to me carrying a one inch thick board, raising it over his head and slamming it down on mine as hard as he could. I also remember seeing stars, actual stars like a freakin cartoon. The lump raised on the top of my head was the size of a baseball. I ran to good old Mother, and she was talking. I was crying, and all she could say was, I must have done something to deserve that.

I was allowed to skip the second grade for reasons of the adult world but I had The others were eight in the third grade. Ok, by the time I was in the fifth grade, being now, ten, while most of the class were twelve and so much bigger than I, I was the target of bullying, big time. I am talking about a rough neighborhood to begin with, and getting at least a beating a day, I was afraid to head outdoors. The bully’s would actually chase me home and if I was lucky they did not catch me. no argument at that age, I was only six six. The thing was, at the age of six, to skip, placed me into an older class. These beatings would take place until I was ten or twelve.

So when one combines the attacks I received as a kid, and parents who were constantly fighting, a father who was drunk for as far back as I can remember, I was the one they always put in the middle to measure who was right. No child should ever be put in that situation, but I survived. My father would call for me personally when he threatened to cut off his feet, having me get a towel, a pot, and two sharp knives. He would make me watch but he would never go through with the act. But at that time, a ten year old should never be put in that situation wither. Basically, I felt so alone in the world so I kept to myself pretty much.

At eleven, I remember riding my bike, alone, when an older kid started to chase me for my two wheeler, stingray with the banana seat and whammy bar. I never received presents for any occasion, but a neighbor gave me his old bike when he got a new one. This would be the start of me, feeling deserving enough to own anything or except gifts graciously, go figure. So this older kid chased me into a school yard and I hit a wall head on. The bike raised on its front wheels and my head hit the wall, hard. That must of scared him because he left. I road home in a daze but before I got their, another kid walks up to me, grabs the bike, and punches me square in the nose, breaking it. When I got home, all my mother said was, how did that happen, then she walked away. I was eleven, no love was lost.

Now in middle school, we called it Junior High back in the day, I remember three different teachers beating me up at separate times for no reasons. I went to a very bad school where the kids were running rabid. I was a good kid, kept to myself, and always taught to respect elders, and ask questions when I didn’t know or understand something. Those teachers felt I was being a wise guy so that was their excuse for beating me up.

At twelve, my brother hit me in the head with a rock. I needed three stitches which cost my Mom ten dollars at that time. She was furious with me for getting hit with that rock and refused the doctor when he offered anesthetic which would have been an additional ten dollars at the time. Are we beginning to see a pattern here? Then they send me to a two week summer camp for twenty five dollars, not to better my life but to get rid of me I am willing to guess. This was the camp where the counselors wheeled canvas belts and used them to keep us in line and as far as I could see, we never did anything wrong. Maybe it was the time my brother, me seven, him twelve, placed shards of glass into my glass of juice causing me to almost die, well, I was told to suck it up by dear old dad.

I have been hit in my head so many times, the doctors say, one more time, and I will die.

One day we moved. I was thirteen years old at that time. I was left a note at the old apartment where to go. I rode my bike thirteen blocks and found the new address, which is how I even found out we moved in the first place. The house was a three story building with basement. My brother and sisters had their own rooms, I had the unfinished attic complete with bats, squirrels, and possums. I learned to cope by slowly finishing the attic in an artistic way. The home was a duplex and the neighbor took the time to talk with me at times. He found out I was interested in writing and I had shown him some of my stories. He gifted me a typewriter. He was kind and caring and I will never forget the man for taking time on me. By the way, this happened between the time my mother threw me down the fifteen stairs for no apparent reasoning, and the time my Father came home stinking drunk and attacked me with a hammer, just because.

I have always been a smart child and despite all the roughness in my world, I always was able to articulate on paper what I was feeling. This is my forte. I believe I am here for a reason, to write, and let others enjoy what I have written. I feel as if I live on borrowed time and use it all to write. I have managed to write seventeen books with three in the works. I have written for news, media, and comedians and not to mention tens of thousands of articles. I feel lucky despite what has happened to me. By the way, those bully’s from back in the day, have since passed away which is all the revenge I need for closure. My siblings, well, who knows where they are or how they are doing. I separated from them when I found the love of my life and married. The grandparents didn’t care enough to know my kids, and as for the siblings, they are only in it for themselves. I found out during a heated argument that I was never a wanted child. They also told me, I was the reason they grew up poor. I would receive wrapped up used socks for Christmas as gifts, my own used socks go figure. Birthdays, not even a “Happy birthday Rob.” I have always d=id well for myself and writing this was sort of a therapy for me. I am for the underdog, the weak, the challenged. I fight for those who cannot. That which did not kill me, did make me stronger and believe me, I still have a lot more to say and do. Thanks for the read and google me for more insight into why I am.


Casey Anthony virdict

Will this be the end for Casey Anthony? Will this hand picked jury of twelve decide a fate of life in imprisonment or even death, or will they decide on the evidence and evidence alone? These are questions that will be answered now. Emotions should never be a factor when a jury needs to decide this. So, in a little over ten short hours this is what the jury finds:

Not Guilty- Murder one- not guilty Child abuse- Aggravated manslaughter Not gulty -False Info to a law enforcement- Guilty. Five counts.


The New Obama Travel List Rivised edition

Obama is the most traveled President of all time. Remember, it cost the US $227,000 dollars of taxpayer money for him to see the world, so here is the list. Got an hour? Please note, this does not include his trips to United States States including his campaigning for others. He had visited all fifty, or as he put it, 58. He also is planning a vacation to North Carolina, then Scotland. $227.000 an hour folks, our dime.
Canada January 2009
United Kingdom March 31-April 2
France April 3–4
Germany April 3–4
Czech Republic April 5
Turkey April 6–7
Iraq April 7
Mexico April 16–17
Trinidad and Tobago April 17–19
Saudi Arabia June 3–4
Egypt June 4
Germany June 5
France June 5–7
Russia July 6–8
Italy July 8–10
Vatican City July 10
Ghana July 11
Mexico August 9–10
Denmark October 2
Japan November 13–14 M
Singapore November 14–15
People’s Republic of China November 15–18
South Korea November 18–19
Norway December 10
Denmark December 18

Afghanistan March 28
Czech Republic April 8
Canada June 25–27
India November 6–9
Indonesia November 9–10
South Korea November 10–12
Japan November 12–14
Portugal November 19–20
Afghanistan December 3


Brazil March 19–21
Chile March 21–22
El Salvador March 22-23

I will try and add to this list as he goes.

7.4 magnitude earthquake off north coast of Japan. Tsunami alert issued.

7.4 magnitude earthquake off north coast of Japan. Tsunami alert issued. I have posted this would happen but was forced to take that post down. Those who believe I can feel things no one else can, I thank you. Those who hate anyone with this ability, so be it. From this moment on, when I write what I feel, I will refuse to take it down. I tried to warn about it, but those who oppose, won, this time.

Previous article: “Japan will feel yet another wrath, a strong one, with waves of death to follow.” So be it. Today, they suffer because of those who did not believe. Is it now over for the Japan crises, no. I do feel it will suffer deeply and yet another quake will hit within seven days from today. The waters will rise and many will suffer.

Dios es recuperar su tierra. Empezar de nuevo.

peajes Japans muerte alcanzará proporciones insondables. Puedo ver fácilmente decenas de miles más como los terremotos siguen llegando. La reacción en cadena lanzará en breve y todos vamos a ver el final, o se trata simplemente de un nuevo comienzo, empezando desde cero?

El Señor da y el Señor quita. Algunos de nosotros, los humanos tienden pensar en pequeño lo que se refiere a Dios. Pensamos en términos de dinero, el hambre, y que las personas que no tienen simplemente no tuvieron la suerte de ser tocados por Dios. El Señor nos dio el mundo y ahora se considere apta para borrar el hombre la locura ha hecho de la misma.

Aquellos de nosotros la suerte de sobrevivir a esta ola de destrucción en masa a ver el errar de nuestros caminos y cumplir. Los animales se adaptan, los árboles y el follaje volverá a crecer, y pronto el camino de la vida será sencilla, una vez más. Vamos a ver cómo las naciones se desmoronan, caen los edificios y disminuir la humanidad. Los que se tomaron el tiempo para convertirse en uno con la naturaleza va a sobrevivir, los que estaban no demasiado ocupado para cuidar.

Los codiciosos se mueren porque el dinero no tendrá ningún significado. El hambre se completa porque una vez más, van a tener la libertad de vivir de la tierra que Dios nos dio, y los mansos, que reconstruirá su herencia. Vamos a volver a ser pioneros que trabajan en armonía con este gran regalo de Dios que llamamos Tierra.

Nacemos, morimos. Este es el círculo vicioso de la vida y los que vienen a este mundo una nueva, que miedo, y los que están cerca de la muerte es el miedo también. La humanidad se entera de muchas cosas técnicas, pero nunca aprenderá que la muerte es sólo un paso más en un ciclo. Miedo a la muerte, pero no es bienvenida ya que es inevitable. El mundo no está llegando a su fin, sino un nuevo comienzo. Japón enviará ondas de las cadenas para todos nosotros. No pienses en esto como un desastre, sino como un milagro y los que creen saber de qué estoy hablando, los que no se niegan o no, este es el “de proporciones bíblicas” que siempre escuchó decir.

Mother Nature not self destructing, just renovating

The world is in turmoil now. The news reports are falling to the way side. Japan will not see five hundred deaths but close to five thousand deaths. More Earthquakes will shake Japan through this month. The water will rise and consume many lives all over the world. Mother nature is pissed and we are first on her list. She has always made renovations and decided now is a good time for yet another fix up.

Months ago, when birds fell from the sky, we laughed and the subject just went away. The truth is, animals sense disaster and know when it is time to die when their is no other route to take. This was a sign, a warning but we just kept on keeping on.

myths have us blaming God for Earths disasters when it is Earth itself evolving. Earth always evolves in cycles. We do not expect it because most of the time it is a subtle evolution. The last big change that Earth made was in the ice age and now, Mother Earth is shifting a few things. She never asked us to seal up her grounds with tar, and concrete. She never gave permission to build man made rock houses on her land and now she does what she does, and our play things crumble. Earth is made up of dirt, minerals and clay. We seal her up and when forces to breath, Nature finds her way Via the world be it through Jersey, or Peru.

Get ready folks because she aint done yet.

Everyone looks to America when they are in disaster. When all is said and done, and things are fine, we are the dumpee. Japan needs us now, our services and our charity. When the quake hit, did all of Japans cash fall into the cracks? God helps those who help themselves, just sayin. We are broke and to send cash would mean we are finished.

Always grieve for those who die, but face it folks, everything living dies for it is just another change to another way of life. Let Mother nature do her thing and Earth will go on forever.

Back in time, before man existed, we had earthquakes, a shifting of the Earths inner workings. Man wasn’t around to worry about it. It was for the better good of Earth. Man makes this a problem but it is not a problem. Just remember, Earth is a land in which we are using for a short time and now, rent is due. Death and destruction is just Earths way of making changes to insure her happiness.

Brittanee Drexel-What happened

I am remembering case involving a young girl heading down to Myrtle Beach against her mothers will. Well I got no vibes all the years she went missing, that is until now. I can see the girl having arguments with all close to her. She leaves the hotel in Myrtle beach and meets up with not friends but acquaintances from her home town. They drive away. The same time in my dream I see a fire. This fire was huge and used to cover up one of the biggest mysteries in the past few years, where is Brittanee?

Brittanee was used and abused because all too often teens think they have it all thought out. Teens think they know everything and when they get over their head, they run to Mommy. Mommy was not around t help Brittanee. There was no where to run. She was drugged and abused by three men and they used the Myrtle Beach fire to expose of the evidence. In my dream it was that fast. It takes the few hours to get a girl into a car, get her drugged, attack and rape her, and dispose of the body. Five hours folks would lead to a years long investigation.

When I see someone in my dreams and they have a solid body they are alive, when they are see through they have passed. RIP Brittanee.