I wish you happiness

For those who oppose life, you must have been hurt
those who embrace it, not knowing whats worse
I have an idea, oh, its just a thought
smile through when saddened, hurt or distraught.
Never compromise, sanitize as long as you give a try
life is a struggle and some never realize
what it is all about
so lets all shout and say
were never gonna take that anymore
I welcome whats in store.
so bring it on my friends and foes, as for me, I have places to see and to go to
never back it down and always keep your chin up
for life is life, enjoy it, like a new born pup
remembering it is over in that single blink
so when you read this I hope it made ya think.

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.

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.

Misty Cummings – Final Scenerio

Misty, oh Misty.  Ronald has a fight with Joe Overstreet over what Ron said was a pistol.   Misty was already out of it on one of her many drug binges so she is in her own world.  Ron did indeed own a pistol but that’s not what Joe wanted, he wanted the machine gun Ron was hiding in the house.  Joe waited until Ron left for work and returned to the home.  He searched the home with Misty trying to stop him.  Joe starts to threaten her but being smarter than that he started to feed Misty drugs, her second love, Ron was her first.

Misty sobering up started to feel the effects of the pills.  Joe was still rummaging through the home but couldn’t find the hiding place.  Joe then starts to threaten the little girl with the hopes that Misty would tell what she knows.   Misty was now far out of the realm just sits on the bed.  Joe takes another route.  He had molested Misty in the past, many times so he decides to do it again that night.  Misty just lets him, she knows her place when it comes to Joe.  Joe is only molesting her because of his control over her.  Joe finishes with Misty and realizes that she is no help.  Joe then see,s Misty’s brother beating on the door so he lets him in with the hopes of gaining the information he wants.

Misty’s brother is a follower, so when Joe said jump, he jumped.  Joe picks up the little girl by the hair and asks  Misty one last time to show him where room was keeping the gun.  She thought for a second.  If Haleigh was out of the picture, she would be the only woman in Ron’s life.  She smiled and said, “Do what you have to do.”

Misty’s brother just stands their watching Joe molest the little child.  Misty did nothing to stop him.  The child went into shock and literally dies a painful death.  Misty is still out of it, Misty’s brother is standing there in shock as Joe starts to order him around.  “Prop the back door open, get me some rope, and something heavy and we will get rid of this mess.”  He hoists Haleigh over his shoulder, picks Misty up by her hair and shoves her out the back door.  Misty’s brother, Misty, and Joe, headed for the river.  They, ALL THREE, tied the rope to Haleigh’s neck fastening the other end to the cinder block and tosses her into the river.  “Listen, if either one of you tell anyone anything, I will be back and I will do the same thing to you, and you.”

Misty was happy to have her Ronald all to herself, it shows in news footage.  Joe, denies everything, and being a habitual lair he is good at it.  As for the good brother, not a good liar.

Misty was seen on one of her many calls talking to her father.  The dad tells her, he is trying to get her and her brother out.  Misty simply says, “don’t worry about him, get me out first.”

Haleigh was alive, barely when Joe tossed her into the river.  It was all about  revenge,  power and control for him.  It was all about having Ron to herself, for Misty, and for Tommy, well he just went along with it because he looked up to Joe.

Well that’s all three scenarios. I will end my series on the Cummings case.  I know in the weeks to come closure will be among all of us.  The fingers will point, and all three will fall.  I also blame Ronald for leaving the children with someone that messed up.  Remember the bio-mom?  Ron stole custody from her and now look, I feel for her, not Ron, not Misty, not bro Tommy, not Joe.

Think about this, How did Misty and Tommy Croslin know what Joe did is they were not a witness or a part of the whole sad thing.  Complicity or accessory to murder is a crime even though Misty was probably afraid to tell her side because of Joe.

Misty Croslin Scenerio too

Ok, and now we have three.  Joe, the bad boy, a child bride, and her brother.  Now, most of us heard the tapes of the phone calls they have made from jail, right? Here we go.

What do kids all have in common?  They all think they are smart, smarter than adults, right?  The facts are in, kids are not all that smart even if they are in their own minds.  Misty and her brother knew that people were listening in on their conversations.  Misty said she would do anything to get out of jail and her brother said, he would make something up if he had to, well, he had to.  Misty and her brother have been pointing the finger at Cousin Joe since the beginning.  There is smarts and street smarts and Misty, although she thinks she possess both, she doesn’t have a pot to pee into because she has neither.

Lets talk about Grannie.  Grandma, the matriarch of the Bunch, is a lair dag nabbit, and just as smart as the rest of them! which seems to be about right.  Hey, even in a world of dumbness some are dumber then others.  Grannie Croslin said that Joe did it all and her Misty would never hurt a child.  Ok, we will take that from where is comes.  Getting back to the jail house phone taps, Misty knew she was being listened to so she was saying what everyone needed to hear but never the truth.

Joe was a focus because he had a fight with Billy Bob, um, I mean, Ronald earlier that tragic day.  We are seeking the obvious.  Did Joe want revenge on Ronald and killed the one thing he loved in this world? NO. HELL NO. Joe didn’t get into a fight with Ron because he was trying to steel a gun.  Joe got into it with Ron because he used to molest Misty when she was much younger and Ron resented him for that and that alone.  Ron just didn’t want Joe hanging around.  Joe was in their area because a family member was in an accident, ok, I can buy this story.  Misty however being as dumb as they come thinks she can outsmart all in her path but that is stupid in itself isn’t it?

Joe stopped by and that’s all, he left soon after.   Misty did this all by her lonesome and her brother who is just as smart as she is, disposed of the poor souls body.  Misty gave us clues all along, the cinder block holding the door open?  Well, why not place cinder blocks all over the crime scene to fool everyone.  Misty said, the back screen door was held open by a cinder block, why not, there were plenty laying all over that property.  She also said, Her brother was at the back door but for only a short time.  If you were going to prepare to toss some evidence into a river using a cinder block and rope as they did, would you leave by the front door? No.  So what really happened that night?

Misty did something so horrible that night and although only five, there was a witness.  Joe was indeed their that night but only to get back at Ron by controlling Misty one last time before he left town.  Bu control I do mean having sex with her.  Poor little Haleigh was nothing more than a witness to a betrayal so she died protecting her Daddy whom she loved so much.   Joe leaves soon after.  Misty being closer to Haleigh’s age than she was to Rons, tried to make Haleigh see things her way but she didn’t understand the situation at all.  In Misty’s eyes, the girl was a threat to her relationship, her lifestyle, and her well being so she MURDERED HER.  Her brother simply answered the call and thought he was protecting his sister by tossing her into the river.  How Misty did this act of selflessness was easy, she strangled her to death and it was cld blooded murder plain and simple.  Oh sure she was anger enough and seeing red when she did it but it was for her own greed for what she thought was a good life that pushed her towards it.

The key witness to the whole scenario is the younger child.  Although he is only three or four, he knows something so why isn’t he being questioned, he can be a key to this whole sad mess.

Lawyers think of one thing, winning a case.  If a three year old would not make a creditable witness they will just toss them aside.  The boy said their was a man in black.  Yes, The brother was dressed for crime, all in black to sneak through the night.

To help themselves Misty and dear brother tells what they know, or what they schemed to tell if things got too hot.  They would blame Joe and everything would be ok.  I never saw Joe by the river pointing the exact spot where the body was tossed, but I did watch as Misty and her Brother showed law enforcement where the body was tossed.  As for Grand Ma, well, lets just say, the nut doesn’t fall far from the tree.  “Joe did it, Misty and her Brother would never do anything like that.”  Yes they would and they did.  and Granny, their is no age limit to a jail cell so stop your BS, we are sick of this whole damn situation, the bunch of you. Lets never forget that Haleigh’s real mom was Misty’s focus for blame at the beginning of her mess but she saw that wouldn’t fly early on so she switched her focus to Cousin Joe as her easy target.  Misty, you are not smart and you prove it every day by trying to play the world so pleas e stop, it is hurting our brains.

I gave Misty a week to crack and she did, right on queue.  Now I give her days until the whole truth comes out and she and her brother and possibly Grandma will be sent away.  Once again, Misty did this and made her own bed.  Jealousy plays a small part but it all added up to murder of another innocent child.  Misty is to blame and as for her dear brother, he is in it up to his ears now.  Misty’s mom, well, her brand of dumbness never allowed her to see what was really going on, she was being played from the start as was Ron.

The police wont give up that easy.  They will find the skull and that evidence will be the end of Misty Croslin.

Misty Croslin’s, One Scenario

Misty Croslin’s scenario.  Many following this story will definitely say that Ronald Cummings is innocent, but complicity or guilt by association is a crime also.

Who’s drugs were in the home?  Who left the drug where a little five year old would be able to find them?  Did Ronald in fact have drugs in the home?

When an adult and a child has relations we may consider that a sex offense, that is unless you marry the child, with the permission of the mother and father of that child.  Misty Croslin lived in a dysfunctional household and fell prey to drugs at a very young age.  They made her feel cool, like an adult, like those adults surrounding her including her mother, as well as her friends.  When one is that young, it makes you feel so adult to do what the big kids are doing.  Lets face it, Misty was an addict and she was used like a pawn to sell the drugs and she was more than a willing participant and truly not that innocent living the life.

Ronald worked second shift which left Misty alone for the better part of the day.  Misty felt when Ron was away, she was in charge.  Ronald was the man of the playhouse.  Why a responsible father of two children would leave his loved ones with a child is beyond the normal thinking pattern, especially when the child is an addict.  Misty knew where the stash was, and she felt grown up enough to indulge when Ron was not at home, after all she was the boss and so cool having a man for a boyfriend.  She heads into the hallway and pulls the board away from the wall exposing the water heater and the bag of drugs.   Oxycontin is a drug mainly used by heroin addicts as Morphine was used to wean people off the dangerously addictive drug.

Misty lays the drug out on her bed and needs a drink to wash them down with, a cold one.  When she returns to the bedroom, she finds Haleigh awake and sitting on the bed stuffing the pills into her mouth; As she see’s her idols do.  Misty freaks out and scolds the little five year old but is not sure how many she had swallowed if any.  Misty sits Haleigh on her mattress laying on the floor and begins to do her thing washing down one two maybe even three pills.

Misty notices Haleigh is starting to look and act weird.  She walks over towards her and notices that this little five year old is ready to pass out and she does falling over onto her side.  Misty tried to wake her but Haleigh wont wake up.  Misty, being street smart, as well as television smart watched enough soaps and Police drama to check for a pulse but she simply can’t find it.  Haleigh is gone.  Misty panics and calls her cousin and brother for help.

When the two arrive at the home Misty is also out of it but explains what happened and needed help getting rid of the body.  Misty’s first mistake was to start doing drugs in the first place, her second was hooking up with someone who is a big shot in the drug scene in that part of town and finally her third mistake was not calling the police as soon as she found Haleigh on the bed stuffing pills into her mouth and trying to hide what she had done to that little girl.

The three take the child’s lifeless body to a river and dumped it in using rope and  piece of cinder block as weight.  The cousin returns to his home and the brother to his.  Misty waits until the timing is right, just as Ron gets home and acts as if she had just got up from a deep sleep. Just as Rons hand starts to turn the knob, Misty starts screaming.  Ron runs into the home and asks what was the matter.  Misty says, Haleigh, she is gone, someone must have taken her.  I was sleeping, I didn’t hear a thing.  Ron tells her to call 911 and the rest of the story is what she has be telling us all along, until now.

Misty cracks, I knew a few weeks ago this was coming.  The police know how to work the criminal and Misty was worked just as planed.  We may never find the remains of that poor five year old innocent girl who looked up to Ron and Misty only because she knew no better.  So when I began this peice, I asked, is Ron innocent?


America, the melting pot no longer.

America has always been known as “the melting pot,” but time and certain people have seen to it that it is no longer the case.

No longer are we segregated to strive towards a single goal.  We are now as separated as we were in the fifties if not more so.

Assimilation is a key factor in being one nation under God but the special interests will not have any of it. We look around us and see what is going on, we are separated into groups, the Black neighborhoods, the Italian, the Hassidic, the Hispanic, and so on. If we are going to be truly Americans then we need to be past all of it.

We cannot be hyphenated Americans, we must start being Americans.  The only people that are putting us into groups are people with power and an agenda.  It is in their better interest to keep us out of each others lives.  To lure us into these traps takes a mindset of trickery, and until we open out eyes, we cannot be the America we all want. 

We are called a free nation but are we really?  The ones that can afford to move freely around the nation as a free people are a slim margin of folks.  The poor are forced to live where the broken down homes are, the middle class are herded into sections for them and like the Native Americans living on reservations, there is no difference.

People from all walks of life are lured into the hype of America.  They are promised to be free, rich, and become whatever they want to be but when they arrive they just do not assimilate to this so called melting pot.   The Hispanic born in America will grow up speaking broken English as will every world comer.   When we come here then why not try and live as Americans?  Speaking the language of your country and watching your native television programs or listening to radio in your native tongue will not help you become Americans, only a foreigner that lives here.

In closing, it was never about the color of skin but the way you live your life that makes you American.  What we have here is a failure to communicate and if we are to move forward, then we all must live as one.