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.

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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.

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?


Heene–The Family That Hoaxes together…

Daddy decided he needed a little publicity. He creates this crappy makeshift flying saucer and then decides to create a stunt where people would actually think they saw a UFO.

There are no small parts only small actors. Mommy and Daddy met in acting class. They were married and had children, three to be exact. Daddy tries to market himself as some sort of an actor but the only gig he could land is a reality show which lasts one day on the tube. He is desperate and decides to launch this ugly looking foil covered tarp. He video tapes the launch acting as if the strings attached to the balloon had broken. No one cared until he had a brainstorm. He tells his youngest son to hide in the attic until he was told to come out. He then calls the news, the air force and then 911, in that order which showed many who watched that this was a hoax, and an amateur one at that.

Well daddy set out to get publicity and that he did. We will all be watching his court appearances and then watch as he heads to prison, it doesn’t get more real then that. I am all for publicizing for the arts but to use your babies as pawns, um, caugh, caugh, John and Kate, um, balloon guy, is a shameless act and may he rot in prison to think about what he had done.

The Left and their Childish Politics

How many right wing conservative republicans does it take to screw in a light bulb?  One, because smaller government is the conservative way. How many left winged liberals does it take to screw in that same light bulb?  None, they are two busy trying to screw up everything else we love in this country.

The lefty liberal crowd will have you believe that the right is no more then gun toting white supremacists even when the cause is clearly right.  These lefties are usually right in their causes even when normal people can clearly see what they are preaching is wrong.

Many people are now asking where the billions that Obama spent on saving America’s economy went and we have yet to get an answer unless you count, “The economy is doing wonderful” as a real answer as said by the left.  The jobless count in America is rising and yet, we are to believe that it would have been worse if we did nothing at all.  I guess if we count the field mice saved by the left as having a job to do, or the millions poured into a left winged money laundering scam organization like ACORN as being saved jobs, and I certainly do not.

If I have it straight, then the left will only need to call anyone that disputes a White House Policy as a wrong policy racist and all is good again.  If you show up in protest against the Obama Regime then we are racist.  If we ask a question that the White house doesn’t like, we are called racist.  I do believe that the only side playing the race card is the left.  I also believe that most Americans can see through the leftist rhetoric and soon they will run out of sixth grade comments and be left speechless.

The left always ask where the right was during the Bush years.  We were home with our families enjoying life while the left protested everything and anything Bush did.

The Jeanine Garafolo’s of the world never think before they speak which shows the rest of us what babbling idiots these folks really are.

I believe that we are one nation under God and color has nothing to do with bad politics.  Obama tried to bring the Olympics to Chicago.  I wonder why we lost to Rio?  Maybe we would have won the bid if we offered Hawaii, Vegas, or California as a place that people would enjoy while watching the games but Chicago?  Obama might as well have offered up Downtown Newark, New Jersey, as his place of interest for the Olympics.  It was as if he offered up one of the most corrupt cities he could find and knew he would lose the bid.

So in closing, I guess in a way, in the leftist’s eyes, I am a racist because I believe we could have spent the lost billions on the people of this country and not have squandered it on mice.  I am a racist because I guess seeing Obama’s many television appearances as wasted time and effort makes me a racist.  I guess loving this country and believing we can do something constructive for a change would make me a racist in the left’s eyes because all they see is what’s in it for them.

So to Garafolo and her kind, the MSNBC crew, the NBC Obama Pocket puppet media, and all the rest, of the child like attitudes, I say, you are true to the left and right speaks for itself.  It is like having children calling names because a true dialog is out of the question.

I have covered many a TEA PARTY and I saw no violence, no guns, just questions being asked that really don’t get any answers to.  So shame on you left and your King Obama for playing your politics as usual.  The change would have done America good but I don’t see any.

Allen Klein- Manager to the rockers died

Allen Klein, manager for the Rolling Stones among other great rock bands in the late sixties and early seventies died today on the Forth of July.

He was hired by john Lennon to get the Beatles financial affairs in order late 1969.  Paul wanted his father-in-law, Eastman, to keep the Beatles financially sound but John was skeptical of that. 

Klein got to work right away skimming off the top and selling promo copies of Beatles recordings which cause a lot of friction between the Fab Four which single handedly led to the bands break up early 1970.

Klein stole millions from the band and although many blame Yoko Ono Lennon for the break up, but it was Klein who was the true cause.  He was accused of stealing more them $250, 000,000 from the band which cause fighting and chaos between the four. 

 

The King of P ed OP hiles is Dead

The modern day pan

What can I say about the death of Michael Jackson, plenty. In my opinion, while only a few years ago when the media was ripping Michael a new one for having children sleep in his bed after giving them wine, they now are acting as if they were best of friends and as the fake tears flow, so many of the innocent were forced to grow up prematurely.

Yes the popular self proclaimed king of pop, went broke trying to put out fires he created and has done more of that them creating music in the past fifteen years.

Those without the all mighty buck, hold out candy to lure our children away but not Michael, he designed a ranch, a complex just for that reason.  He went so far as to use plastic surgery to look like the Disney cartoon, Peter Pan, because as we all know, Peter also lured children away from their innocence. 

Pedophiles come and go and yet we all wish them death.  The difference here is that Michael sang songs which don’t make him any less guilty. 

Remembering all the fake marriages putting up a front for his lifestyle, one should wonder what his real agenda was, I don’t it was the children.

Now we are slobbering all over a person who made his own choices in life.  We all must die, that’s life and for me, one less person preying on our innocent children is not going to be a factor any longer. 

Michael might have saw a man in the mirror, but all I saw was a kid toucher.  I won’t be hypocritical as most, no; I refuse to honor a person like that.  As far as I am concerned, there is one less predator among us.