So It Begins (The B&S Railroad Job, Part III)

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Well, I'm doing it again, kids.  I'm sorry, but the BS just continues, and you KNOW how much I love the BS.  This has got to be fought, here and now, at every expense, even if it means a free (for a month anyway) home that was offered to be paid by the Veterans side of Primary Health Care, for me, the wife, and, if all goes according to the plan of DHS, the baby as well, though I find this to be hard to believe; at least not without a lot of hoop jumping and out-of-pocket funding for the state of Iowa, and all involved in our little fiasco.

Three distinct things have happened since the last post, that have brought out the General in me, where this war is concerned.  This, unfortunately, has to involve a bit of memory jogging where you're concerned, as well as a bit of rehashing and post referrals.  Fortunately for you and all readers are concerned, most of these posts are named after this one...only as part I and II.

As was related, in these posts:

http://themightyswordamericas26deadlysins.blogspot.com/2014/08/the-drug-thingymabob-part-i.html

and

http://themightyswordamericas26deadlysins.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-final-chapter-hell-no-part-iii-b-s.html

Named The B&S Railroad job parts I and II,  I lay out everything that has happened since the day they came to find out what was going on in our evil drug infested home; before they railroaded us and took our baby.  In part II., I play out, in great detail, the entire drug test for both me and the wife, as well as the suprising, yet ludicrous results.

After this morning, and the results thereof, it would seem I can no longer expect help from the veteran's side of Primary HealthCare, as far as getting an apartment...so they're out.  They haven't even contacted me today, after this morning's fiasco, and will probably be even more upset with me after I get done blogging today's post.

So, more than likely, will be the lawyer who had been court appointed for me.  I left him a message first thing this morning, and he has yet to contact me as well.  So be it.  Looks like I'll be representing myself, as I thought I just might be anyway.  It's just as well; not only will he not like the fact that I will NOT be taking my funding site campaigns down (it's not like DHS is giving me anything but free food anyway...and me and my wife are both homeless, and quite broke, so what am I supposed to do here?   The baby's foster family is getting all of the money we're supposed to...and I'm sure that's the way DHS wanted it).  I'd have to say it's not only not DHS's business what I do on and with those sites, and it most CERTAINLY isn't the JUDGE'S business either.  Guess I'll be asking for a new judge in this case; I'm not sure why he'd have a bug up his butt about it, but it really shouldn't matter.  Let him live on what food stamps we get and nothing else, and let's see how long it would be before he starts asking for money, after being homeless a while.

Also, after telling us that the amount we tested positive for was so ridiculously low that we probably weren't going to have to endure any treatment hoops, suggested we pay EFR $25 each anyway, just so they could tell us that they wouldn't be recommending treatment, more than likely, because it was so low (??).

Nope.  Sorry.  Not going to be donating to the state via that avenue either, thanks.  GLWT.  And, if it is such a miniscule amount anyway, why is it that, when we had our little meeting with DHS on Thursday, last week, to see if (because we had missed so many visitations already) we would still be worthy to receive any more such visitations; they said, "Any amount over the 500 mark can only be registered if people actually ingest the drug they're showing positive for.  It's in our experience that it can't possibly be environmental with that much of an amount showing positive."  My lawyer said to me, prior to this, that actual users came up to 2000-3000 in their numbers...so how does 550 and 863 (still impossible where Liz is concerned...and, remember, both her and the baby had come up clean not a week prior to this when the baby was born) make us users?  Who knows...RAILOARD JOB, RAILROAD JOB!!

So evidently, I do them, whether I do or not.  Same applies to the wife that I KNOW does NOT DO DRUG ONE.  F*** you DHS, and the horse you rode down on.  Call my wife a drug user again, and hell will have no fury like ME, on your ass.

Oh, and Katie?  I recorded that meeting, and will, of course, subsequently be recording AND BLOGGING ABOUT EVERY SINGLE MEETING WE HAVE FROM HERE ON OUT.  There's another thing.  My lawyer called me the other day to inform me that DHS, in their requests from them and FSRP as to what was to be expected (and not expected) in any future meetings or visitations; stated, as a condition, that we were not, under any circumstances, to record them in any way.  WHY??  Sounds to me like they further intend to say and do things that are untoward, as if what they had done thus far wasn't nearly untoward enough.  And, since they refuse to give a good reason as to why they would unusually request such a thing, or refuse to budge on it being a condition, let it be known, heretofore, that ALL meetings and visitations will be duly recorded.

Oh, and as for food stamps, we may not be getting those for a while (if ever again) anyway...so now it's EXTRA important we get money.  No, according to DHS (the food branch...like we didn't have enough troubles with the one we're dealing with), now we may be coming up for fraud charges.  Last month after the baby was born, we applied for FIP, after which the worker told us, I would probably be getting cancelled on my ffood stamps....and added to my wife's received amount.  We received what could only be construed as a combination amount on her stamp card ($280...she'd been getting about $80 worth, and I'd been getting around $190).  We called DHS to see about getting an increase for her (we were hoping for about $110 more, since she hadn't worked for around six weeks).  Jeff, the worker for Elizabeth, then informed her that since I had received stamps for August (which I knew nothing about....I thought they had been cancelled), and she had received $280, that we had somehow misrepresented the true facts, and were to be investigated for fraud, as soon as possible.  Not sure how that is, since we represented ourselves fine, put in for the change, and it should have been duly implemented, what do you think??  This is our fault how?  Wow.  And, should I spend any of the food stamp amount that I received...justifiably, Id say...that I would be forced to pay that amount back, or imprisoned for fraud...BECAUSE DHS DIDN'T DO THEIR JOB CORRECTLY, I ASSUME....Good luck with that, as well.

I just wanna take an extra moment to thank the HUNDREDS of new Twitter followers I've acquired of late, and to issue yet ANOTHER raspberry in the face of ....ok, you all know who by now, surely.  Burn in hell NRA JACQUE.  With my blessing, of course.  The picture below is solely for those of you new follows, and, of course, the hundreds of loyal readers I still have, even after the Jacque Karlson debacle.  In case you didn't or don't know it by now, this woman was responsible for all of this, after I forcibly had to remove them from our premises, after they got upset that I asked them to make other arrangements because there would be a newborn residing in my place.

Until THE B&S RAILROAD JOB continues, or until the court date of September 12, 2014, continues...I'll be seein' ya soon, kids.

The B&S RAILROAD JOB, PART II - The Drug Thingymabob

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OK America...I'm afraid I have to lie to you again.  See, I swore to you, not all that long ago, that, aside from our court war for adjudication on September 12, the Year of our Lord, 2014, that I wouldn't post another thing that concerned my personal life in this blog.  Well, I'm afraid that something so ridiculous has happened today, that I'm just going to have to break that promise.  Let it be also known that the horrific nature of this out and out falsehood is so gigantic and so much an attempt to shut me up, that you will not be sorry when I break that promise, I swear it.

A week ago, I was court-ordered finally (and, as this would be the only way that I would do what DHS asked me to do) to do a hair follicle drug test.  My wife, who gave of her hair immediately after they took the baby, was told that the drug testing center took too much fake hair along with her real hair and too much of it was in the test envelope to come back with good results, so hers would have to be done again. Around the time we were told about that, it was around the time that, we were both court-ordered to do a test that would yield results, either negative or positive, and for what, if positive.  What happened next will amaze and nauseate even the most staunch supporter of DHS and their absolute necessity, when it comes to the safety of our children.  Please, if you will, read on.

First of all, if this place we went to is someone that the state trusts to do this hair follicle drug test on a regular basis (and I know that it's a regular basis, because one of the two friends I referred to that had also been done in by DHS had me give her rides to this place...so I knew full well where it was located) then tell me how it is, on a black woman with fake hair woven into braids (which were OBVIOUSLY differently colored), whose real hair is 10 times longer than mine, and whose braids have been growing out for almost two months, messes up getting enough real hair to do an accurate test?  We'll get back to that.

So now I've been ordered.  OK, I'll play the game, see where we end up.  So, since this is my first hair follicle test EVER, I walk into this place, named something something family services (family services my ass), on Merle Hay Road, fully expecting to see a fully functional drug testing facility of the higher order.  I mean, it should be...these people are to be responsible for the fate of families in Des Moines and all over Iowa, right?  Now I've done urine drug testing so many times, it hurts to talk about it.  Many a job has required that I visit these places, and, of course, have come back with more than shining results, 100% of the time.  In other words, when you're sent to these places, and you know where you're going and for what, you see what you expect.  A pseudo-sterile place with gloves and urine cups, and signs over the toilet that tell you not to flush when you pee.

Imagine my surprise, then, to walk into the "office"....well, let's just say I've seen apartments in the hood that looked more sterile than this place.  The SHAG CARPET in this place looked as though it had not been vacuumed in months, and a lone desk graced the "reception area""...A huge front room that boasted a beat up reception style desk with a man sitting at it.  There was no multi-line phone, no receptionist, no file cabinets, no nothing.  Not even a magazine pile, or a chair to sit in even if there were magazines to read.  Just this desk and the guy sitting at it.  There were maybe 3 or 4 forms, un-filled out sitting on the desk, along with a pair of purple grade school-style scissors sitting next to them, along with a pen and a pad of paper.  He was the only person in the place; and after greeting me at the door, he then asked that I come into another office, just off to the side.  It soon became apparent to me that this was a little on the weird and irregular side.  I quickly thought to myself..."This is the place they do drug tests?"...My wife agreed with that when I brought it up to her as being her first thought as well.

He gave me one look (as the receptionist) and said..."I'm gonna have to butcher you to get enough hair for this".  I appreciated his professional nature a whole lot more after this statement.

Then, he picked up the school scissors and bade me follow him into his now mock office/laboratory, where he proceeded to massacre the back of my head for hair.  He snipped off quite a bit, told me it was noticeable, then placed the waiting hair into an envelope.  It would be nearly 7 long days before I discovered what our obvious results would be.  Clean, green and a testament to our drug-free environment.

What happened next about sent me to the hospital emergency room.  Her "bff", Nikki, sent to us by DHS to be the mother's new best friend (someone who had been brain-washed and railroaded by DHS as well at some point in her life, someone I immediately informed my wife she should not ever trust with even one detail of our personal life), informed us that the results had come back....and were not good.  My wife called me with the good news.

We both showed positive for meth use.  Oh, and Amphetamines too.  Evidently they weren't getting far enough with calling it a single drug, they had to split it up to make it two, obviously because they were having trouble making just one stick...who knows.  Crazier still, they show her as coming up 2x as dirty as I do.  I tested barely dirty.  They show dirty after 500 somethings, I came up at 558.  She came up at 850.

Now, I told you America...I told you that it was somewhere around just a little possible that I MIGHT show positive for SOMETHING....the chances should have been around the 10% mark.  But LIZ????  Meth?? The girl practically died (for real) when she took a hit of pot once some 5 years ago.  She had to go to the hospital.  Before that?  She'd never even tried it, not even once in her entire life.  Me?  You're lucky to find 2 aspirin in my hands.  ELIZABETH = METH?  Totally, absolutely, without question...a major falsification, and outright bold-faced fairy tale.  I had to teach her how to drink a mixed drink for chrissakes!!!!

I"m afraid that this is truly on now America.  Call ME what you wanna, I can take it.  Call my wife a drug user, and I'm afraid you got nothing but pain coming your way for the rest of your days.  DHS?  IT'S ON MF!!  You and me?  We're going places.  Right up the hill...to the supreme court and beyond.  I will not rest until this absolute travesty is exposed, and I get to pick your office's dead carcass off the road.  Emily?  Your job is most certainly and absolutely still in dire risk.  Might as well make your retirement plans now, you will be fired, re-located....SOMETHING.  I will write congressmen until I get my way; they'll know me by name and cringe at every letter and email they receive concerning that name.  I promise that they'll be happy about term limits...and if there aren't any, well, then they'll wish they'd chosen another profession.  I will not sleep until everyone who had anything to do with this case is at home forever watching movies and ice cream and remembering how good they had it, once.

Please, everyone.  Remember and know this, that this will be the last and final DHS snow job to ever be he seen in this country, after I win.  No more will that name strike fear in the hearts of families across the nation.  I will be your personal advocate.  I will be the first to stand in the face of this oppressive branch of our Government, and they shall know my name.  Or I'll die a-tryin'.  Works for me.  I DARE you to make a martyr of me.  Bring it baby!!  I'll be fully armed, soon enough.  The days of tyranny are now OVER!!

You wanna try again?  Let ME choose our drug tester, and you get urine and urine ONLY, as stated in our Iowa State code, that you are ONLY to get this.  I don't trust you as far as I can throw you.  Hell, I'll gladly drop (at your expense, not mine) 30x a day.  Hell, I got nothing to do in my life but jump through your hoops anyway.  You already lied on the stand about coercing my wife to sign your already filled out paper, you will NOT get me to roll over on command, no matter how hard you push.  I'm unemployed baby, I got NOTHING BUT TIME TO FIGHT YOU!!

FOR ALL MY LOCAL READERS:

THE DHS BARBECUE, PART II, WILL TAKE PLACE IN THE POLK COUNTY COURTHOUSE AT 8:30 A.M., SEPTEMBER 12, 2014; AND WILL LAST THE ENTIRE DAY...MAYBE AS WELL AS THE DAY  FOLLOWING.  COME ONE AND COME ALL, HEADS WILL SURELY ROLL, AND JOBS WILL BE HAD.  COME WATCH THE GIANT FALL, AND NORMALCY WILL PREVAIL.  MORE DETAILS WILL ASSUREDLY FOLLOW.

:D

P.S. - yeah, Jacque...you laugh now.  Wait, for your turn comes later.

#NRA JACQUE, BRING BACK OUR MARINE, @JACQUE KARLSON PART II

As I promised Ms. Jacque, I will be posting all of her personal info every chance I get.  No one screws with my family and gets away with it...so there.

Jacque Karlson, approx 51, short, fat, and has a nice beer belly any man would envy  She sports shoulder length dark brown hair, which she wears in a ponytail.  She wears mini-skirts, which I could never figure out...her legs kind of remind me of chopsticks, they're definately not worth the look.  She has diabetes, and you can see immediately that she's quite the controller.  Would make a good boss in some corporation, since most of those guys don't do a lot of work, she'd be perfect for that job, but not many others.  Has no real education that I'm aware of.  Drives and owns a blue 2004 Chevy Cavelier, with a tropical plate on the front of the car, and a Florida plate on the back of it.  Damned, but I forgot to write down the number...sorry.

Morten Karlson, 43, long brownish reddish hair, goes by the name Mort, call him that at all opportunity.  Has a master's degree in Business.  Definately the smarter guy of the two men, but is a lackey, for lack of a better term.  He's very submissive and hangs on his woman's every word, whether that word is right or not, or makes any sense or doesn't.  Even gets in the shower with Jacque, that's how dependent she is on him.

Her phone number, should you want to talk to her personally, or hunt her down per her cell phone (remember, this woman is an absolute psychotic, make no mistake...she takes several psyche meds, and is proud of it too) is 727-608-6573...or at least it will be until she changes it, after reading this post.

They will tell you they sleep in their car in FL...which may very well be a truth, but it's more of a choice, that's pretty well evident, since that's where they went once again, after attempting to tear us apart...and failing.  They'll give you a pretty good sob story, that's for sure...just be sure and don't fall for it.  She may be into the politics and agree with a lot you do, but I'm sure that's all part of the scam.

The names in the title line, as far as I know, are all of the names they use on Twitter, her political playground.  Upon our parting of the ways, she proceeded to intimidate the less strong of my followers to go elsewhere...and some have, just until the dust clears.  Some have made it very clear that, as soon as this blows over, they'll come back.

They called DHS on us with unfounded and un-backed up charges, and cost us the baby for a while...as well as the mother's life, almost.  She will do whatever she can to destroy you if you piss her off, believe it.

Here are the posts, should you be interested in all of the real facts on this story.

INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE - READER RESPONSE   This relates her personal tale as she presents it to others who are gullible enough to believe it.

#NRA JACQUE, @JackieKarlson, Mort Karlson, @BringBackOurMarine - Relates the story of how this woman did us when this all started going bad.

And then, pretty much everything after that that's more recent.  Thank you for your time.  Gnite Jock.  Sleep tight baby.

The Final Chapter?? HELL NO!! - Part III, The B. & S. Railroad Job.

OK, so I lied.  This will NEVER be my last post.  Not after today.

Thursday, DHS came to our home to do an initial report on an allegation made by our wonderful new friend, Jacque Karlson, concerning our drug use, drug dealing, and abuse of the baby.  They left, after the interview, convinced that Jacque's vindictiveness was responsible for her filing false allegations.  Friday, the next morning, they came to get Liz...While I wasn't there...then took her around town, doing various things, including a pediatric visit (which turned up nothing), her drug test (which will turn up nothing, same as the one the baby and mother did in the hospital a mere week and couple of days prior...your medicaid taxes at work), and then they took her to the hospital where the baby was born, in order to check her in to a room there.  Upon checking the baby in, they were going to do some blood work, the results of which wouldn't show back up til the next morning, where Liz was led to believe she would be leaving the next morning when the results returned favorably.  Naturally, she then asked (since they NEVER gave her indication, start to finish, what was going to happen during the course of the day, and she hadn't brought anything along except the things she needed for a short trip) if she could go home and get some extra things she'd need, then to check on our dog, who had now been home for four hours without being taken out for his duty.  They evidently said nothing...or OK, because she did this.  KEEP THIS IS MIND FOR LATER.  She came right back and stayed the night with the baby.

The next morning, I asked her if she was coming home.  She said they had come back OK on the blood work, but had informed her that DHS had ordered that the baby stay in the hospital til Monday, when DHS would come back and OK her departure.

So, this morning, after my wife spent every waking moment that she could with her now 12 day old baby, and after all the testing, finding NOTHING WRONG WITH HER WHATSOEVER.  Not only did they say she was fine, they said she was gaining weight even.  They then came and snatched her out of her room before she had time to think and bullied her into signing a paper, a release form, allowing DHS to ask that the baby be placed in foster care.  The Worker, Emily Nieman, checked all the boxes for her, then told her that if she didn't sign it, that it would look bad when they went before a judge. Liz, bless her heart, never left that baby's side but three times from Friday morning until Monday morning.  Once, as you know, was to check on the dog AND GET SOME THINGS FROM HOME.  Another was to go to QT (our biggest convenience store chain), 3 blocks away.  The next, the Ronald McDonald house (on the hospital grounds), to get some breakfast.  What a terrible mother, huh?

When she arrived home, I asked her for a copy of the court papers.  She didn't have a copy.  She said she wanted a copy, but they never gave her one.  We received them, 3 or so hours later...as the baby was being placed in foster care.  Liz came home, and gave me this little travesty:

Remember, none of this was given Liz a chance to read, or to explain anything.  "Just sign this".

Hmm....I smell a railroad.

Let's start at the top, shall we?  Number One.  The state, DHS, and the police believe that there's some imminent danger going on, some drugs, or drug sales (the abuse charge was evidently dismissed, due, kinda like this one, to a major lack of proof).  Oh, but we're guilty here...until proven innocent; the American way.  I went ahead and let Liz test.  The baby, of course, is clean, right?  Me?  Oh, I will NOT be testing.  I know how this works.

I will not be testing, because I know people who do drugs.  Truth be known, I have an EXCELLENT circle of friends...the difference between me and the rest of America is, I don't judge them.  And they don't mean less to me, if they do stuff I don't agree with.  And I don't preach to them.  If they want help, they'll get their help.  But they're still my friends, and I don't let ANYBODY tell me who my friends can, or can't be, anymore than I imagine that Liz will let DHS tell her who she can...or can't be with.  I know people from the skyscrapers to the gutters.  I don't blame the rich for being rich, the poor for being poor, the rich for ripping people off, and the poor for having fun or killing their pain off any way they can.

Let 'em do a UA.  I'll come up squeaky clean.  Let 'em bring the dogs through my apartment.  I dare them.  Let them bring me some proof that brought them to my door, or a warrant to search my premises.  They will NOT get a follicle of my hair, however.  Why?  Cause I know some of my friends do drugs.  Doesn't mean they're dangerous.  Doesn't mean I'm dangerous either.  What it does mean, however, is, through no fault of my own, I may have very well just breezed through a room or two somewhere where maybe, just maybe, a little marijuana was being smoked.  Where someone may have just put up a bowl of meth; and I came through and touched the same doorknob that was caked in meth residue.  I don't know.  What I do know, is they are my friends...and I might be dirty because of it, when it comes to hair.  What do you think will happen then?  You guessed it, Trilynn will be gone forever.

So.  Let's have, instead, a court order.  MAKE me give up some hair.  I'm looking for a good lawyer now as we speak.  UP YOURS DHS.  Bring me the proof that brought you to my house, where I cooperated fully with you, and offered up my wife, then later my baby.  And what was my repayment?  You do what you do.

I just love it when people say to me "Oh, they're just doin' their job".  I kinda laugh at that.  DHS's job, of latter years, seems to be tearing up families, and circus acts...you know, jumpin' through hoops to get your life back the way it was before they knocked on your door, before we drove wedges in between each and every member of your family.  Maybe, if you play nice, we MIGHT give you your kids back.  F*** that.  This is all I need in my life, right this minute.  See, I know you don't think we really have a life, but we do. We had things we had to do this last weekend.  Thanks for ruining all of that.  We had a baby shower planned.  Thanks for screwing that.  What's more, I have a lot to do this week.  Work for a customer of mine that threatens to take up the better part of my week.  I donate plasma, probably won't have time for any of that...I'm sure my wife would love to get back to work, or, maybe get a different job, one she wouldn't have to be OK'd to work at.  Oh NOOOOOO.....can't have THAT!!  Why?

I believe we already have around 9 or ten things scheduled for the rest of the week.  It would be different if we had a car...but we're taking the bus these days.  Most of this stuff takes as much as 2-4 hours to get through, let alone get to and from.  What am I talkin' about?  Well, how about parenting classes.  Visitations.  On-going drug testing (which I'm truly sure we'll have to pay for), meetings...etc, etc., etc.  All because of warrant less charges and drummed up add-ons, and a judge that doesn't ask for proof before issuing legal orders.  Oh yeah, I almost forgot...ROLL-OVERS.  Sheeple.  Can't forget that.  We let this monster get this big, you and me, America.  We let Hitler take power and his Gestapo get too powerful.  We gave 'em the power, just like we gave our government too much power...and now they can't be stopped, touched, or even ruffled.  Well, that might just work for you America.  Ain't workin' for me anymore.  No how, no way.

I guess my point here is, there's no imminent danger here...except to DHS.  Maybe to Ms. Emily's job. After I tell the world how you handle your business, on every web and blog site, tell my story to every news team from coast to coast?  Emily?  You might not have a job anymore.  You snowballed, railroaded, and then systematically tore my family to pieces.  This then, is my retaliation.

*whew*.  Let's now move on to number 2, shall we?

#2.  I don't believe that Liz was informed of any such petition, nor was she told exactly what this meant.  Just that there's a check mark there (thank you Emily for all your help), and that Liz, whether she agreed to it or not, agreed to it by signing that she agreed to it.

#3.  The Allegations supporting the removal are:

1.) Parent's inability to identify basic cares like feeding and changing.  Ohhhh...you mean like feeding the baby every 3 1/2 hours and changing the diaper whenever it needs changed?  C'mon kids.  Liz might be a first time mother (something no one is talking about here), but I've raised kids.  I know when they get hungry...I think they might cry a little...and a pacifier doesn't do the trick anymore.  IDENTIFIED!!  Oh, and that diaper feels a little full/wet...BINGO!!  NEXT!!

2.)  Lack of bond between mother/father and the child.  No lack of bond between the mother and the child, I'm guessing.  Who might they be talking about?  Well, me of course.  Through no fault of my own, this baby isn't MINE.  I didn't talk about having one before-hand, nor did I have relations with the mother to have one.  No, this baby is the product of one very dead Jerry Brueggeman, a man I've never met, but hate with all my soul.  Not because he's a bad guy, but because he died, and left me with a title I had no option but to accept.  Legal Father.  Because he died, and I am the legal father, it can now be said that I have no connection with this baby, on day two of her being home.  Because he was strangled to death by some ho in the Royal Motel, after not returning messages to Liz, after she wanted to tell him that he was now a daddy; I have to suffer for it.  Because he was a womanizer and liked his women a little on the wild side, I can now be seen calling my daughter "it" in my blog, and this makes Liz an unfit mother, because I can't quite bond with someone else's baby after just two days.  Let's not mention the fact though, that today, during our first supervised and very crowded visit, that I bawled like a little kid after holding Trilynn for only 30 seconds.  Let's not talk about the fact that, after she started crying in the same meeting, that I reached for her and got her to quiet down.  Nope.  No bond there I'll tell ya.

NEXT!!

3.)  Referring to Trilynn as "it"....see 2.), above.

4.) (This is the one I really love)  Leaving Trilynn unaccompanied (with two DHS workers and a hospital full of nurses, by the way) to go home and check on dog.

Remember this one?  The one I told you to remember?  Note that there is NO MENTION of the fact that the primary reason for her wanting to go home was to pick up some extra things, since she would be staying all night (as well as the rest of the weekend and most of Monday morning).  This is a reason to refer to her as an unfit mother?  A reason for a court order to have the baby removed from her care?  REALLY????  RAILROAD, RAILROAD!!

5.) (or 4, if you look closely...nice editing job there, Emily) Christopher's blog stating "I feel no connection to it whatsoever"...note again (per the post "Change In Service - Part I") that the prelude to that comment, nor the post part either were mentioned.  Those words, before and after, would have not only made more sense concerning those words, but would have made those words sound tons better.  See Also, 2.), above.  Note too, that these words, like everything else said that sounded like no bond was there, was posted 2 days after the baby came home.  I think it might just take a day or two more past 2 days for a guy who didn't father the baby to start bonding, huh?

6.) I think this is also pretty explanatory.  Nothing was said of this either, I'm sure.

7.)  This one just HAS to be my favorite of the bunch.  Reasonable efforts that were made to prevent or eliminate the removal were as follows:.................................................................................nothing.  Nothing was done here.  Nothing was attempted, tried, or suggested.  Nothing.  Zero, zip, nada, fahgetaboutit.  Why?  Probably because no one had any intention of doing anything but removing the baby.

I could go on.  But you can read the damn thing for yourself..move on to the order, and please, once again, note two things.  This quote is my favorite, in conjunction with 7.)  "The court FURTHER FINDS that reasonable efforts were made to prevent or eliminate the need for removal as itemized above".........OHCOMEON!!  WHAT EFFORTS?  and then...the part where the court order that the child be placed with the Department of Human Services, under the supervision of the Department of Human Services no less...pending further order of the court.  Within 2 hours, the baby was presented to a foster family.  Do they work for DHS?  Oh, they get paid by the state.  I don't think they work for, or are under the supervision of DHS, either one though.  How do I know that?  I've been in the foster care system before.  I was a farm hand btwn. 10-12, remember?  I know how this works.

Today we attended what we will always remember to be "Visitation the first".  There must have been 20 people there, all of which, I'm sure, really gave a shit one about whether our family stayed together or not.  I remember, most, wanting to reach for anything that I could throw at the originator of all this crap, EMILY, who, when asked about the dangers to the life and health of the child, prattled off her part of Drugs, dealing and using, as being the reason for it (and made a huge point of mentioning that I had not been to have myself hair follicle tested), oh, and the bonding thing...oh yeah, that's really putting the child in danger of her life and health, right?....unfreekin' believable.  It wasn't ten minutes in that I realized that all 20 or so of these people were only there for one reason...to look like they were doing something to earn their respective paychecks (paid for by, yes, you got it, YOUR TAX DOLLARS).  It took me only another five to realize that I wouldn't be a very willing participant in all this.

Please America, understand, re-read this snow job, and remember this.  I talked to an awful lot of my friends about this before I decided this.  I remember an awful lot of them going "WTF?" and "Are you serious??" and from a few also "I don't understand"...to which I hotly replied "That's funny...NEITHER DO I!"  I thought about it and I analyzed it, and, more importantly, I hammered this all out, right here for all the world to see.  My conclusion?  Liz will be just fine.  Trilynn, my legal daughter, slaving in the foster mines as we speak?  It's all good...she'll make it too.  Me?  They don't want me in the picture, you know it, and so do I.

So what am I gonna do about it?  Well...I plan to attend my scheduled meeting with just about the only person that attended today that I even slightly trust...Shelby the vet rep from PHC, who has been primarily on my side through all of this, and probably would have continued to be there for me as well, I truly believe.  I plan to explain to her that I need to go away.  Be by myself for a while.  Get a job in another state (always has been easy for me to do, every other time that I left, I'm sure this time will be no different).  I'm sure she'll understand, after I make myself clear to have her read this post, and after my rejection from legal aid to take my case in this matter.  I am a third wheel here.  I will only make things much worse than they could be, were I to stick around.  Besides, I have much bigger fish to fry in our immediate future, remember America?  Somebody's gotta do something about this f***ed up country of ours, and I can't do much from the bottom of the pit I've dug for myself...right?  :D

#NRA JACQUE, @JackieKarlson, Mort Karlson, @BringBackOurMarine

OMG America.  Am I an idiot?  I think I might just be.

In my quest to do good and hope for the same good in others, I have once again proven myself mistaken.  Once again, I put my heart on my sleeve for America, and once again, I was forced to bend over and take more of the same stuff I've been taking for 11 years.  Once again, I've been proven that America and its people are in worse shape than ever, and it's getting to the point where I don't believe it can be fixed.

Oh, but this is gonna be fun.

I think maybe some of you know, America, that I have nothing to hide.  Mr. Open.  Mr. No BS.  Well, this includes the bad as well as the good, and the idiocy as well as the smarts.  This, unfortunately, includes some of my less smart material.

A few weeks ago, I started a conversation with one Jacque Karlson, a poor homeless lady, with diabetes and mental issues, who was sweating in her car every night in 90 degree + heat, with her very smart (still to be determined) husband Morten.  She played my heartstrings, America.  I couldn't believe that she'd been through so much.  It was almost like listening to myself talk, she was in such bad shape.  After I asked her to send me her story (please see my post "INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE - READER RESPONSE), I posted it (after her edits and her permission) and asked her if she wanted to come to Iowa, to have a place to live until her husband, who has a master's degree and could have gotten a job extremely quickly, until they could get back on their feet.  He's from Norway, and a pretty swell guy.  I don't have a problem with the guy whatsoever, other than he's extremely naive, and evidently under some kind of evil spell, because he won't leave her side, and never thinks she's in the wrong...even though she was in the wrong almost the entire time she was here.

She drove up from Florida.  On the way here, she came on to me.  She said she was tired of her husband, and, after he got a job and made money, she was going to leave him.  I didn't say much, but she talked about how sexual she was and told me she liked sex a lot, and wanted to have it with me.

When she got here, she immediately pulled out my fold out bed, and plopped down on it, and rarely got up the whole time she was here...only when she felt she had to.  One day after she got here (during which time we went to Wal-Mart and got some food she needed), I decided to go to work doing work I rarely do (cement work), in order to pay for another week at the hotel I stayed at, in order to keep them living with us.  I was in the process of trying to find an apartment for me and Liz (who, during the course of my work, decided it was time to have the baby).  She bitched at her husband constantly, and, thanks to his quiet demeanor, he rarely disputed her, but constantly did as she wanted.  I helped him do and create a resume, and he sent a few out before he left.

We fed them a lot of our food.  We had also asked that, upon her arrival, that she pay us $50 a week, because I knew the hotel I was in (extended stay), when they noticed them, would ask for it, and I wanted to avoid that.  They told me, when they got here that they had spent all their money getting here, and were broke.  They never did pay the $50 at any time.  She had plenty of money, during the course of her stay, however, for $6 packs of cigarettes, and bought them for her and her husband every day.  I suggested rolling her own, for a whole lot cheaper, and had an electric roller and more than enough tobacco, but said she wouldn't smoke anything but Marlboro Smooths.  When I returned, I came back to a fairly empty refrigerator.  We had spent my wife's food stamps already.  Jacque had spent the majority of hers, on herself as well.

I hooked up Morten with donating Plasma, because they needed the cash, and said they'd give me something from that, if I did so.  They got around $100 within 3 days.  They did not pay me anything from this either.

I asked them to take me places a few times...I always put in more gas than I needed to.  I also bought cigs for Jacque, and asked her to pay me back once...and she didn't.  She never paid me anything she promised she would.

8 days went by, and, upon delivery of some mail that wouldn't fit under the door, the landlord was forced to enter the room.  I had, to be fair, asked them not to answer my door or my phone.  They came in, as they often do when no one answers, to put our mail somewhere in the room.  Jacque was rude to them when they entered.  The front desk asked me to put them out.  I said I couldn't do that.

The next morning (this past Sunday, the 13th), they called my room, while I was with my wife (getting her and the baby from the hospital) and asked Jacque to leave the room.  I risked my ability to stay by writing the front desk a threatening letter, stating that they were to in no way threaten my company or me again, because I had paid my rent.  Because I was pretty broke by now, I had every intention to move out anyway.

Tuesday came along, and I was desparately looking for an apartment.  I had racked up a considerable amount off electric bill owing, and needed an apartment that was all utilities paid, and it had to be a one bedroom, because you aren't allowed to have a baby in an efficiency.  It was only 24 hours, and I hadn't found them an apartment.  I called emergency shelters....they were all full.  We had no money, and no options.  I got desparate.  I put two ads on Craigslist, stating I was in trouble.  I got a call from a guy who offered to put up my wife and the baby.  That's all I cared about.

I told Jacque and Morten that I had found something for the baby and Liz.  I would be going to the local shelter until things improved for us.  I told them I was sorry, that I had done all I could, to help.  They got mad.  They started bitching about it.  I got a little mad myself, and said that I didn't care about anything but the wife and the baby...and if they lost out, and I lost out....I didn't care, as long as the mom and the baby were safe.  They started to go off, complaining that I had brought them there for nothing (of course, Morten was ready to get a job interview, and they had a roof over their heads for almost 2 weeks, with tons of air-conditioning, peaceful uninterrupted rest, free of charge, with all the food they could handle, and I made sure that they had plenty of gas at all times).  Every once in a while, I'd ask Morten what he thought about what I was saying, and he'd shrug and say nothing...particularly if he was being looked at by Jacque.  Then he wouldn't even do that.

Pretty soon, a sensible, low-key, reasonably logical argument turned into a fight.  First, every time I tried to make a point she'd look at her husband (like I wasn't even there), talk over me (like I wasn't even there), and talk about the situation (like I wasn't even there), in an attempt to push my buttons and infuriate me.  It worked.  I left, and went for a walk with the dog to settle down.

When I came back, they were packing.  I couldn't believe it.  I truly couldn't believe that they were taking homelessness and idiocy over a small argument (that they started, for really, no reason whatsoever).  I was over it.  Then Jacque kept pushing my buttons...she got me so mad I started screaming at them.  Then I told them to stop packing, and just get their belongings and just get out.  I was upsetting myself, my dog and my baby, as well as my wife (who suffered from high blood pressure).  I just wanted them to leave now.

Then Jacque appeared in the doorway, and all attempts to get out had ceased.  She stood in my doorway, daring me to say a word or walk past her.  She wouldn't leave.  She said she had called the police.  I didn't care, I was happy to have them.  I didn't want to go near her, because I knew I was too angry to handle myself well.  I asked Liz to step over to our place, and shut the door, with Jacque outside of it.  She managed it, somehow.  The police arrived.  They talked to me all of 30 seconds, then spoke to them for nearly 30 minutes.  They left.  The police never once came back to talk to me.  We were thrilled...but I had reservations about that being the end of it.

 It seemed my reservations were correct.  It started with her talking to the baby's father's sister.  I went onto Jacque's page, to find that she had been discussing us to her.  I didn't get the entire conversation, but here's what little I did get.

Jacqueline Karlsen:  Tomorrow. I promise. No one does this to me and gets away with it. He will pay.
9 hours ago · Like

Dawn Brueggeman-Lemke:  Are you calling cops too
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Dawn Brueggeman-Lemke:  I think you should delete this message because everyone can read this post
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Jacqueline Karlsen Taken care of. But he doesn't scare me at all.
9 hours ago · Like

Christopher Bruce:  You're damn straight everyone can read it.. Jacque, you had best back it off...I will make it so the world knows what you are really like, and I will be using this post to prove it. You are a lying using little tramp and you will pay for this a lot more than I do.
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Then they called about a first aid kit they supposedly left here.  They called the police, stating I had stashed it.  I told them I didn't have it, that they must have grabbed it on the way out of the door.  I allowed the husband to go through my room...then after I got him back out, he went through the dumpster, thinking I'd thrown it out...while she waited out front and did nothing.

Then came harrassment...txt after txt, she pushed me and pushed me.  Threatened my family.  Threatened with the police.  Then, I called the police first thing in the morning.  They came and took my harrassment claim.  Then, she went to my post that I had put up about her.  She made a comment on it, which, thankfully, I moderate before it goes out.  Remember, she had given me permission to post it, I have all the texts and emails I need to prove that.  Her comment, which I plan to publish now went something like this:

TAKE THIS DOWN NOW. I MEAN IMMEDIATELY, OR YOU WILL BE SORRY! - Submitted by "Annonymous", which is her...

Then, I proceeded to block her at every turn...but she had one more I was not aware of, on Twitter...  Here's what she posted after the comment, On Twitter, @cbstraight8:

from @LucyAdams924 *obviously Jacque under a different name*, oooooooops....well, I'm sorry America.  She trashed me, then she erased the tweets, so I have no proof there...but she proceeded to try and destroy my marriage...things were said, like :  I sent her a cock picture, kissed her in the Wal-Mart Parking lot, and asked her for a blowjob when her husband was asleep...unreal.  Anyway...

So after this all happened, and the texts didn't stop (the officer said he was going to try and talk to her to get her to stop, or leave her a message to the same affect), she said she was on her way back to Florida, and good luck getting harrassment charges to stick with her being out of state.  I didn't believe it for a moment.  Just to test the theory, I made a reply to her txt, stating I still had her first aid kit, after all.  I didn't of course, but what better way to see if they were still hanging around.  You'll never in a million years guess what happened when I said that.

Next thing you know, the police and Jacque showed up at my door.  Florida bound indeed!!  After the lieutenant I called to the scene arrived, it was as simple as telling him what I did, and both parties were informed to leave each other alone...but I had a sinking feeling that it was yet to be over.

I was right...and the lowest possible thing happened then.  DHS showed up at my door, with allegations of child abuse, drug sales and drug abuse.  If any of you Americans have been through anything like this, you know you have to start paying and paying for this allegation, over and over...testing happens throughout the year.  You get charged for it everytime you test, a ridiculous amount.  Getting away from abuse and drug allegations is hell....well, I'm not gonna stand for it America.  Just because someone points their finger at me, and says I abuse a 9 day old baby, I'm not going through it.  It's just not gonna happen.  They have no right to destroy my life over a crazy woman's finger pointing.  I'm going to get the best lawyer on this I can get.

On her way out, the first day, she stole my food and some of my things.

For anyone who would like to know it, this woman is mentally ill.  She boycotts several stores because she is not able to take guns into them, Target, for sure.  They drive a 2004 Blue sport Chevy Cavalier.  There's a plate on the front with a tropical look to it, that says Morten and Jacque.  The plate on the back is from Florida.  WATCH OUT FOR THESE PEOPLE AND DO NOT TALK TO THEM.  She takes pills like they're going out of style.  She very nearly killed her husband while she smiled in his face.  These are things that you will find in her story, posted under INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE - READER RESPONSE, just a few posts back.  Please note the threatening comment located at the bottom of the post.  Here too, are two emails sent to me, that also prove this woman should not be approached...

#NRA #Reagan Jackie@jackiekarlsen2

@cbstraight8 Go ahead keep up the lies, because they will catch up with you loser. You lying, cheating pig. I was told you are a stalker. #NRA #Reagan Jackie@jackiekarlsen2 @cbstraight8 Not mention YOU stole my food and tried to get me to cheat on my husband of 22 years, when I wouldn't you became jealous! lolol

Jealous indeed...she's 51.  My wife is gorgeous and 35.  She has a beer gut that most men would envy.  She's bossy, spoiled, and overbearing...my wife is quiet and normal, and doesn't take a single pill...yeah, I want her instead.  She's fat, ugly, old and commandeering.  This is really what I want to be with for the rest of my days, SURE!!!!

Murder and Mayhem

http://www.desmoinesregister.com/story/news/local/des-moines/2014/06/09/des-moines-city-council-wants-better-inspection-hotels/10266837/

Ah...I dunno 'bout y'all, but Murder and Mayhem?  Gotta be two of my favorite subjects.

I won't go into today's findings...I've already had my fill, tankyooberrymutts.  Besides, you of course already saw all you wanted to on the post I posted earlier, entitled "INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE UPDATE!"  Something I didn't say was, that the city council of Des Moines has FINALLY said, "Gee....maybe we oughtta do something about those there hotels."  Here's the thing though, one of the hotels they mention doing something about also houses the mother of the child whose father was murdered...in THIS one (shown above).  I love this town.  If you'd like to hear more about that, plus plus, please, wait a minute...then go and see the other blog I just started:  Iowa & More Importantly, Des Moines Iowa; shown here:

http://desmoinesandiowathevenusflytrap.blogspot.com/

Now, of course, we won't be going into all that here...this is AMERICA'S deadly sins, not Des Moines'...hence the creation of the other one.  So let's get down to the Nitty.  Oh, and the Gritty too, can't do without that one, now can we?

Let's start with murder.  Now, murder, in and of itself, is probably what we Americans do best, right after our skills of "go to war", taxes, follow government blindly, and litigate against others.  How do I know this?  Well, I'd have to say that the numbers speak for themselves.  In order for those numbers to speak for themselves loudly enough, however, we have to have the usual gambit of comparison countries.  And what are the ones we love to pit ourselves against the most?  Well, there's England....though I'm not exactly sure why we compare ourselves to that country, given that they only sport about a 25th of our national size, in square miles.  But I digress.  Now Russia...THERE'S  country more suited to compare to us.  Then China.  Brazil, that's gotta be halfway comparable.  Australia!  That's a biggie.  Canada.  OK, so they don't carry the population we do...but then, you have to remember that some of those itty bitty countries, like Ireland, Isreal, the Korea's and the Viet Nams are FAMOUS for murder, as far as brother against brother, anyway.  Then there are others that are smaller than us, but have a heavy duty populous, like Mongolia, India and Japan.  Then you have those where murder is as bad as shoplifting, like Turkey, Egypt, Iran and Iraq and Afghanistan.  I suppose we should give at least 10, some from each of these, a fair comparison against our great country, in order to be non-conformist and non-judgemental.

Soooo...whaddya say we go with Japan, Russia, China, India, Afghanistan, Brazil, Ireland, Canada, Egypt, and...OH, OK, England...there, ya happy?  Damn Brits anyway...

Let's start with murderers.  Now this is a tricky label to stick onto someone.  First you have to remember that not all people that are accused of murder are murderers.  Especially when you consider our system of justice, which falls directly under the Constitution where it says "Innocent until proven guilty."...a  definitive way of handling the accused that we Americans have neither promoted, exhumed, or practiced.  Nope, 'round these hare pahts, we shoot first, and ask questions LATER.  You're guilty, then you're allowed to (maybe) prove you're innocent.

Then you have to remember that, in all these nations (including ours), that records and statistics can never be 100% accurate, for a number of reasons.  For one, there are forever on-going investigations, cold cases, murderers that are murdering and not ever being caught, as well as murders that are happening that we have zero knowledge of.  Then, if you REALLY want to take it to another level, there are six yr. old murderers that haven't murdered anyone yet.  They're still murderers, they just haven't fully matured as yet.  Isn't it fair to count these kids too?  Then there's the postal worker that hasn't had time to flip out, and the college kid who hasn't been rejected by women enough yet.  With all of this in mind, let's go on.

So, the good ol' U.S.A.'s number of murderers in our 200 yr. history (according to Murdercyclopedia, www.murdercyclopedia.com) is 4,686....men.  That's 92 men per state, on the average.  Oh, and for the record, no one in the world has more documented murders...men or women or BOTH...except for Australia and Great Britain.  They themselves have no more murderers, combined...than just Texas...men.  Texas?  825.  Australia? 118.  Great Britain? 411.  Wowsers.  That we know of, sure.  That have been documented?  OK...but those places have been around FOREVER!!  We've only been here for a little over 200 years!!!!! (Have you noticed that the English speaking countries are the only countries with a high number?  I think I see a pattern here...lol)

On to women murderers.  Australia?  21.  The U.K.?  100.  America?...ooh boy.  650.  Add that to our running total, and you have around 7300 murderers in the history of this country.  I'm sorry kids, but that number is just a little too high for my liking.  So, in the history of the world, that we've kept track of?  The U.S., of course, leads the world...combined almost, at 7300 murderers.  England's next with 511.  That, by the way, in case your math stinks, is 6800 less than us.  Australia, believe or not weighs in at a scant 139.  Ireland, 9, China, 63.  Japan, 67, Brazil 16, Mother Russia, 51, Canada 118, India 39, Afghanistan, 4; Egypt - 3.

Now you know this is gonna be sickening. We're gonna do the ones for only last year.  I only wish I could find the figures since the beginning of our nation...I even tried.  It's pretty much out of the question.

Well, http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2013/09/16/u-s-murder-rate-higher-than-nearly-all-other-developed-countries-fbi-data/ says it's 14,000+.  24,000 a decade before that.  4.7 per 100,000 people.

So what you're saying, then, is that, in my city, of half a million, that we'll have 23.5 murders in this year alone.  I don't really believe that I like that number a whole lot.  In case you can't really figure the odds on that number, let me help you out.  The chances that you'll be murdered, in my town, before new year's next year is somewhere close to 1 out of 40,000 people.   Maybe 1 out of 45,000.  The last one in my city (that I know of, anyway) was a little too close to home.  Right down the street, literally, and affected the outcome of someone's life who was right next to me.  Screw that!!  Give me Australia, where I probably wouldn't be murdered...well, ever.

OK, what about mayhem?  We haven't talked about that a whole lot.  Well, probably because there isn't a whole lot of that going on...or is there?  Or will there be?  Well, just about every conspiracy-related Yahoo in our country is talking about economic crashes, government cover ups, Benghazi, terrorists, Hilary for President, Hilary for President over my dead body...have you been to Twitter of late?  Read the feed.  Follow it for five friggin' minutes.  Here's the thing....you can't.  I can't keep up with all the bad news that comes over Twitter in a five-minute post session.  Everybody's mad about everything.  This country is going to go belly-up, martial law may be our way of life, and mayhem will rule supreme.  I wouldn't doubt that everyone's first order of business will be to raid the local hardware stores, and pick up as many shovels and screwdrivers and flashlights as they can get their little paws on.  Then, they'll all storm the East coast, and start diggin'...we'll be looking for FETA, and all government and their families, on the off-chance that we might just be able to look 'em in the eye before we ship 'em of to a parallel plane.  It'll be like a treasure hunt...remember when we used to do Easter-Egg hunts or treasure hunts when we were kids?  Oh, we'll have such fun, won't we??  See ya soon!!  :D

The Des Moines Nightmare of losing a Child to the State of Iowa

http://planetxnews.com/2015/07/19/they-live-we-sleep-are-you-ready-for-hell-on-earth/

OK, here it is you newcomers...the purpose of this blog is to show utter lawlessness and corruption at its finest at work in my home of over 40 years.

This is my personal hell for over 2 years, as of...well, NOW.  We are just about to the anniversary of the most ridiculous and lawless thing I have ever endured...in an exact timeline from start to today.  I am creating this particular blog so that people who are thinking of moving to this state will avoid it like the plague, and to show the world that Iowa is one of the WORST states you can move to.  At the fore, I have shown how this state sucks people in...now, I'm going to show you your possible future, should you choose to do so.

The purpose of putting my personal story here is also to show you some rather terrifying facts about the state of Iowa.  Let's kick it off with some stuff you should know before thinking this is a wonderful state in which to raise your kids.

1.  Iowa is NUMBER 6....that number again, is NUMBER 6 in the nation for removing children from their families, per capita.  This is supposedly such a moralistic state?  It's not.  What it is, is a state where the sheeple slumber a whole lot more deeply than most, so are, therefore, easier targets.

2.  Iowa's termination of parental rights are up 31 percent in just 2 years....think about that for a minute, willya?  This makes Iowa a great place to have your family destroyed....not kept as one.  I would rather have my children illegally kidnapped...at least I'd have an opportunity to get them back.  Here in Iowa, the chances of you losing them and never seeing them again are far greater, and much more damaging to you, trust this.

Now, those are just a couple of the things I'd like to start you off with; and a lot more stats will be added to this article, as soon as I get my hands on them.  One thing I will most certainly warn you about, first and foremost...do NOT, under ANY circumstances, move to Clinton, Iowa.  This town is being used as a breeding ground for the evils of child trafficking.  For more info on this town, please see my article entitled "The Letter", at America's Deadly sins, found here:

http://themightyswordamericasdeadlysins.blogspot.com/2015/12/the-letter.html

or wait a bit, and the letter will be posted here.

So whaddya say we get started.  I'd like to take a minute to introduce you to Mort and Jacque Karlson, the instigators in my nightmare.  This is a letter she sent to me WAAAAAY back before I met her.  I felt sorry for these people after this and invited them into my life...and have been paying for it ever since.  It's ok tho, Kharma never loses an address.  Let's get it on.

Author's note to you Google Plus and Facebook fans:

These are all articles that are duplicated on America's Deadly Sins.  I need to limit what I post there to the issues of the country, not just Iowa.  For a time, everything that goes here will go there as well, then will be discontinued there, and only go here.

A voice speaks up, in order to be heard!  No, I will not be the first, last, or only victim of our Government's attempts to rule us sheeple!!  Nor will I be the only person to fall victim to Obama's Socialist-style rule either, as is obvious in the following story.

I give you:  Yet another victim in our fight to reclaim our nation!!

*Submitted 6/22/2014"

The first 29 years of my life were hell.

I was born in 1963. The next 29 years would bring abusive parents, child molesters, an ex-husband that encouraged orgies. It was awful. My ex-husband even molested our child. He's in a Pennsylvania prison thanks to me.

It all started when I was six years old.  I had multiple molesters; it was truly an awful time.  In 1990, I went on a mission. I made up my mind that I had suffered enough. I've been to Germany, and twice to Israel. Back then the Internet hardly existed, but I was lucky enough to get a chance to volunteer, at the time, to monitor USASprintNet. Not many people will know what that is.  I ran a Bulletin Board System. I met men there. I was on a mission for a serious life change.

Praise God I met a good man in May in 1992. He came to the U.S. in August of that year from Norway, and we married a month later. I couldn't afford to get him a green card, so I worked three jobs for over a year to get him nationalized. Finally, we came to be able to afford a green card and an immigration lawyer in 1993. We were doing very well now.  My husband was working, and my company sent me to San Jose, CA, where we were both offered full-time jobs. That lasted a year.

My husband became very sick woth diverticulitis, a digestive disorder, that causes severe abdominal cramps. We couldn't afford to stay in California, and moved back to Florida. He got his previous job back.

After renting apartments for several years,  we bought a house in 1998, and a new car in 2000. With both of us working, we had been doing well. At least until October 2001, when I became disabled. I fought with the SSA for years with the help of Congressman Bill Young, God rest his soul, who died in 2013.  He got me to an Administrative Law Judge who found me extremely credible.  The SSA dragged their feet in disbursing my back-pay. Congressman Young demanded they give me an emergency payment until they settled with the attorney. He served in Congress for 43 years. He visited Walter Reed when he was so sick that he couldn't walk. When he announced his retirement I was sickened. I cried all night for this wonderful Congressman who went out of his way for the Military, Veterans, and disabled people. He should have ran for President! He didn't get to enjoy his retirement. He died before he could even retire, and was replaced by David Jolly, a total loser.

Due to the way our mortgage was structured we were forced to refinance in 2002. Our mortgage payment increased, putting additional strain on our finances. In August 2003, we ultimately lost the house and once again became renters. My husband worked hard, and also started college that same month. I needed a full-time caregiver. The insurance alone cost us $800 a month. Florida doesn't pay much, and he only made $10 an hour and worked at least 50 hours a week.  Then his company decided to stop paying for overtime, like a lot of businesses had started doing around that time.  My husband worked hard, but I needed a full-time caregiver so he left his job in December 2003.

I am very sick, I'm disabled, and I have diabetes, high blood pressure, PTSD, anxiety, and numbness in all limbs. My husband has saved my life over and over again when my blood sugar dropped, sometimes all the way down to the 30's. I take insulin. My diabetic cat even saved my life once, God rest his soul too.

Anyway, back in 2008 we paid cash for a mobile home.  We lost it too, because we couldn't afford the energy bills, since I only get a measly $833 a month.  I stayed home in the 80´s with my now three grown children, 25, 28, and 31.

My husband now has an Associate, Bachelor's, and a Master's degree in Business Administration. He finished in 2010. We deferred our loans over and over but the Federal Government stopped it since King Obama took office. Our credit is destroyed and we owe combined over $135,000.

We rented a duplex in 2012, the man knew full well that I only received $821 a month. He charged us $500 a month, and the energy bill was over $250 and it was in his name.  Because of how much we were racking up in electricity, he tried to evict us. I went to legal aid and backed him off as long as I could. He even cut the electricity off on us on December 23rd, so we plugged our extention cords into the empty side of the duplex to at least have the refrigerator and a couple of lights on. My lawyer demanded he turn it on, which he did after leaving us in the dark for four days. Merry Christmas. We finally had to leave in February 2013 with our two precious cats that we had for 10 years since they were kittens. We lived in our car until April 2013.

We had a serious car accident during this time, due to doctors who prescribed me insane amounts of Morphine and Oxycodone. We are lucky to be alive. My two babies, the cats, were not so lucky.  My husband says I sped up to 95 miles an hour, then turned towards him and smiled at him while I did it too.  I then proceeded to drive the vehicle off the road and flipped it at least four times.

My husband had a blood clot on his brain. We don't know if it has gone away as they said it would, because he doesn't have health insurance.  An American citizen without health insurance. He can have Obamacare for $250 a month? Florida stopped my Medicaid and demanded I sign up for Obamacare. No thanks. We will never sign up for Obamacare. I have Medicare. I am drug free today other than Xanax. I will never get away from that because of PTSD and Anxiety due to my extremely abusive parents, child molesters, and my criminal ex-husband.

Our car was totalled in the accident, so when we were discharged from the hospital we had neither home nor car. We opted to rent a U-Haul van in order to have something to sleep in. We of course couldn't afford $300 a week for long, and didn't know what else to do. Upon asking my mother for help, we got nothing. She let us go to jail for failure to re-deliver a hired vehicle...a 3rd degree felony. We spent 58 days in jail for that.  On the final court appearance with the public defender and prosecution, who were useless, wanted us to plead guilty to a felony. I told the Judge no way. I will not be a felon for being disabled and homeless. We called the prosecutors bluff and threatened to hire a private attorney. They gave in immediately. My mother paid $3,000 to get us off with no conviction on our records.  It's all about money these days.

For several months she left us to sleep in the hot streets of Pinellas County Florida, where you aren't allowed by law to sleep at all, or you risk arrest. Needless to say, we didn't have much of a choice.  Finally in October 2013 she bought us a 'car to sleep in!' My witch of a mother, who has this big house with an extra bedroom downstairs in her basement, and has two vehicles for herself, puts us out on the street; forcing us to either camp or sleep out in our car.

We have been either camping or sleeping in the car ever since. We are right now, as we speak. Sitting in a hot car all day with no A/C...Sure, I have it, but we don't have the kind of money to run it all day.  I only wish I could march up the White House stairs to let Obama know what his terms of presidency has done to us, as well as others.  We can only pray that the next President will put things right again.

- Submitted by Anonymous