It Is What It Ain't.

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Whelp, this is it kids.

I promised you something big....never fear, it still comes.  Remember, I'm a workin' man now, and what I have for America is pretty damned big this time, and, unfortunately, is taking more time than I thought it might.  Give me til tomorrow or Friday, I beg you.  You won't be disappointed....I promise.

I plan to go to jail for America for my daughter, and her angelic and saintly mother tomorrow.  I'm afraid.  This, then, goes to DHS, and all involved in the sins committed against us - remember this:

You won't find me.  I will haunt you the remainder of all of your days.  I've already left the place I was staying, and have now purchased a tent for the sole purpose of staying out of your sights, so I can continue to fight the fight without a chance you'll ever locate me.  Senators in all states and from all walks of life have been contacted, and are aware of you and your actions against me.  I am a veteran of these United States, and a good and decent human being, as well as a patriot of the highest order.  I no longer hail from the Sheeple ranks...I am Neo, and I will stop your bullets where none have previously completely succeeded.  I will bend time and space to "stab at thee", and you will fall - and I'm going to do what no one from the Sheeple flock dares do.  I will fight the wolves...and I will win - no matter what the cost...no matter who might be watching or reading,  I don't care.  What have I left to lose?  Nothing.  I have taken the red pill, and have every intention to see how deep the rabbit hole goes.

To Judge Price:  You will be brought up on Judicial Review my new friend, and you will be brought low.  I will not rest until your campaign for re-election is revealed for the farce it is.  You are a purely evil man who cares nothing for families...you should have never volunteered to try this case, neither do you belong in it.  You are a criminal judge on the take, and I will prove this.  I will not rest until your robe is burned.

To DHS workers Katie Gosch and Emily Nieman:  You will also lose your positions, if it takes my life and all the breath I now breath.  You should be ashamed to call yourselves members of the human race, since human is something neither of you even slightly resemble.  I hope you lose many hours of sleep in the coming years, once you've had more time (unemployment related, naturally) to think of what you've done.

To Ashley, of FSRP fame, and Families of Iowa...I will dissolve your facility and expose it for what it is:  Just another way for people to collect their paychecks.  Enjoy the ones you get, soon you will be in the trenches with the rest of us.

Lastly to our friendly neighborhood psuedo-mystery judge, to our newly appointed Assistant Judge Susan Cox, and to Assistant D.A. Ms. Brown...you, of all the people involved in my case, you will receive a special promise.  You will suffer ten fold for every minute my wife suffers without her child.  Only Emily Nieman will understand fully what I promise, but you, my little friends, you will also wish you hadn't met me.  There will be nothing untoward involved with your demise; except the very law you pretend to uphold.  I will not rest until you share the pole position with the other 10% and rising percentile of unemployed and homeless Americans in our country.  I have spoken.  Enjoy your day.

How To Beat the DHS Railroad Job Part II - The Interview

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Well!!  So here we are again, with part II of how to get through your nightmare with DHS.

Now, you realize of course, that once you’ve let them in, well....you’re pretty much committed to spending the next six months, minimum, with them scrutinizing you...your every word, your every move, as well as a host of things you weren’t expecting as well.  There’ll be a point where I just won’t be able to go on, because I’ll be all caught up with MY experience with them, and won’t be able to continue until I go further in my little fiasco.  But it’s OK, because really, this section will included some very important things that you’ll wanna know.

So anyway, you screwed up.  You didn’t register a word I said in part I, and you let the sonsabitches in anyway.  Now, we’re gonna go over everything you have coming to you, slice by slice.

1.  Before these people even take a breath, do yourself a big favor.  Pull out your phone, and either turn on your video recorder and point it directly at them, and say you’re filming them, or punch your voice recorder (this takes up a whole lot less memory, and you can run it for hours without fear) and tell them you’re recording everything.  If they say that’s not allowed, tell them to show you a law that says you’re not allowed to do so.  That’ll shut ‘em up.

2.  There will be an interview.  Now, keep in mind, that your removal worker...chances are, this is her new job title now; she may have been an interviewer while she was outside the door, but now that she’s inside, her new job now is to gather enough pieces to twist into real reasons for removing your child or children.  They don’t even have to be the original reasons why she was called, and that’s the beauty of it.  Believe it when I tell you that every...little....thing, no matter how insignificant to the reasonable person, is now 20x bigger, more serious, and more incriminating.  Also trust when I say that every little commonality, every word you speak, every sentence you write, utter, whisper, whatever, is being documented word for word.  If later, they don’t feel that the words you used, or the situation makes it reason enough, it’s OK, because they’ll make it fit in order to get done what they want.

Here’s a good example.  When I returned home, and knocked on the door to my apartment (I didn’t have the key handy, and my hands were full - remember, that I didn’t know DHS had arrived as yet), my wife got out of her chair and said “Oh my lord....he’s going to kill me”, then answered the door to find me standing there.  To these workers, now, this means that there’s now the possibility of spousal abuse, which more than likely, may someday include baby abuse as well.  Never mind the fact that, maybe it wasn’t me she was thinking might be at the door...it could have been ANYBODY at that door at that particular time, as well as someone else she might have been expecting to be there.  Let’s also not mention the fact that people say that phrase on a daily basis, with absolutely NO intent on killing the other person, and also without thinking the other person is wanting to actually kill them.  I’m sure her thoughts went something like this:  “It’s gotta be domestic abuse; and by God, I’ll twist some other facts to make that stick, or my name isn’t EMILY NIEMAN.”

My advice to you, so that, quite possibly, you might make it out without losing your kids will be this:  Say as little as you can, or nothing.  Nothing is best; no one can twist anything if nothing is said.  Believe me when I say that, if I had but known that honesty WASN’T the best policy here, I would have immediately zipped my lips...and my wife’s too.  Of course, there are other things that you won’t be able to help.

3.  For God’s sake, if you have kids, and you expect that one of your friends, who has no life, is mad at you for any reason and might call the bad guys; CLEAN YOUR HOUSE AND FAST.  I was in the middle of packing on one side of the home and in the middle of unpacking on the other...someone had jumped in and saved my place for me at the last second (Primary Health Care, just in case you wanna use that in court, assholes), and told me I didn’t have to move out after all, so I was in the middle of both.  However, because of the disarray of the place; due to half packed and half un-packed things; my house is just “Dirty” in the report.  Nice, how they make that stuff work in their favor, right?

4.  Here’s another thing I’ll suggest:  Don’t move.  Don’t answer the phone, don’t get up to answer the door...don’t do ANYTHING...don’t even go to the bathroom.  If you have someone there, have them do everything for you.  No, not go to the bathroom, HOLD THAT, silly.  And, if you have any sense at all, for God’s sake, DON’T GO OUTSIDE...one thing about DHS I’ve noticed is, if you go more than ten feet away from your child, you’re abandoning the baby, walking away from the baby, leaving it unattended...whatever they’ll wanna call it.  I don’t care if they asked you to make the baby something to eat; don’t you dare move.

5.   Here’s another piece of advice, if it’s a newborn, and they ask if they can hold it, don’t you DARE GIVE HER/HIM TO THEM.  Once they have the baby, there are tons of things that can be said....you didn’t care about the baby, you thought it was more important to attend to other things, or maybe the diaper will be full or wet, then all of a sudden you’re neglecting to care for the baby...or they might just up and walk out with him or her, upon deciding that they have enough to use against you....you just never know.  And don’t walk away with your 1 week old child lying in the middle of a queen-sized bed, the baby could roll over and off the bed.  It’s truly unbelievable what they will say

“Now you’re just bein’ plain old ridiculous”...no I’m not America.  That one hour interview was documented action by action, word by word...they even interpreted the looks on our faces...on 4 whole pages.  How many steps you take, how far you are away from the child at every given time, how you change the diaper...EVERYTHING.  And if you’re a first time mother?  Every hesitation, every wrong move will be set in stone and misinterpreted to mean you’re a lousy mother.

Most importantly, in the interview, do not agree to do anything for these people.  If drugs are involved in the allegations, and you don’t do them, do not agree to do any kind of drug test.  They can’t make you do anything, it’s important to remember this.  Besides, I did a drug test...and it came up dirty.  And my wife, who had just a week earlier done a drug screen on both her and the baby and had come up clean?  Came out twice as dirty as me.  She smoked a hit of pot 5 years ago...and came up dirty for meth.  ‘Magine that.  It’s a set up, something else to give them reason to hold on to the baby.

Last but not least, if they leave you, saying everything’s cool, it could be a trick to put you off your guard.  If they come back now?  DON’T LET THEM IN UNLESS THEY HAVE A COURT ORDER TO DO SO.  You got lucky and got to start over again.  We weren’t so lucky.  We fell for it twice.  If I had been there either time, there wouldn’t have been a first time, let alone a 2nd.  I was gone for both...and now I’m 6’ deep in the mud and can’t escape.  Hopefully, this will help you in your fight, so you won’t have them in your lives for more than an hour...or more than a minute, depending on how sharp you are.  :D

How To Beat The DHS Railroad Job, Part I - The Entry

Hey kids, and welcome to your first lesson in how to handle your first...and hopefully last DHS involvement in your lives.  This is an excellent manual for newcomers to the DHS experience (and what an illuminating experience it is too, right?), as well as a good brush-up on the many Gestapo-type tactics that DHS uses to supposedly "Reunify" your falsely accused family, whilst all the while really just trying to find out everything they can use to rip your families apart...permanently.  Please, wiper yer feet, grab some popcorn, pull up a chair, and just enjoy the show, OK?

Now the primary purpose for this post is not meant for the people who are truly doing wrong.  It's true focus will, of course, be not only for those of you who are being WRONGED by DHS, like I am, but will also be for the other flip-side purpose of information; to inform and educate those who have no clue what's going on in our fair and supposedly "free" country.  I suppose you could also say that the other purpose of this post is to piss off all of those who would try and separate us from our baby.  May you all sleep like S*** and eventually burn in Hell for your crimes.

Here's what I love most.  Anybody...and I mean ANYBODY...family, friends, strangers, drug dealers, drug users, jealous and envious gun-nuts....ANYONE can call DHS with allegations, about anything, and get them out to your door.  It obviously doesn't ever have to include grounds, proof, basis....anything.  I could call them on President Obama, if I wanted to, and they would, according to them, check it out.  I doubt that seriously...I'm sure there are certain qualifications to an investigation, such as non-politically motivated, poorer than it takes to rent an attorney for more than a month, interacial probably helps a great deal; and you shouldn't be doing any kind of job that would involve too much media attention.  If you pass that, you should be good enough to expect DHS at your door, no problem.

This will probably be the most important thing you have to know about a visit from your local DHS office (whose sole purpose, of course, is to make sure you aren't doing terrible things in your home that might endanger your children...whether you're actually doing anything wrong or not), more important than just about ANYTHING you could ever know.  DHS is your state government a-calling...this department of our state government, contrary to popular belief, is NOT above the law, any more than a normal police officer is.  There are definite restrictions and guidelines that these folks MUST follow, regardless of race, color, creed, origin, sex or religion.  They have a lot of Government-given powers, make no mistake, but there's one thing that a lot of people DON'T know...and that is that DHS, as powerful as they might be...has no more right to get their foot in the door than anyone else.  Oh, make no mistake, once they DO manage to get their foot in the door, you might as well kiss your ass goodbye, because then it's too late.  The trick is to never let them get by you in the first place.  Let me say that again, big and bold, to make sure you take it to heart, OK?

YOU NEVER HAVE TO LET THESE PEOPLE THROUGH YOUR DOOR.

Oh, they're a tricky bunch, they are, they are.  Make no mistake, they have Gestapo-like scare tactics, meant to frighten you into thinking you have to let them in...but you don't.  Ever.  Let me draw this out for you, so you're aware of the danger you might face, shoulds't you fall for this, as well as how you can loop around them, and make them back off and more than likely regroup, more sure of themselves as ever; then return with a more aggressive tactic....but alas, to no avail; for education is key here kiddies, and if you are informed, you are like a derelict with a pit-bull on a chain...impossible to even approach.  Here's how it's likely to go, and why these "tactics" won't work on you, Mr. Joe Average.

They knock on your door.  You open the door to two strange people, generally women, who are loaded down with papers they need to fill out, speaking of strangers or of people close to you who have called in a complaint of you doing drugs in your home, that you don't know how to take care of your children, of child abandonment or neglect...could be any number of things.  They'd like to talk with you, concerning these allegations.  You say "Sure, come on in"?  Then you might as well just have a big sign above you that says "Take my kids...PLEASE!!", because now you have "opened the door" as it were to falsifications, embellishments, and fairy tales, concerning your parenting skills, your drug use...whatever it is that they believe is going on, or has been said to be going on.

However, it's as simple as this...Just say no.  No, you're not allowed to come in.  No, I don't believe I'm going to be letting you in on this particularly sunny happy day...or, even a big, LOUD, NOOOOO!!  will do the trick, followed quickly by a rather indignant door slam.  Just like the police, DHS cannot enter your home without justifiable cause or proof of something, or without a court order to do so.  If they do not have a signed court order, they don't even have the right to tickle your doormat or dirty up your driveway, let alone come into your home...for any reason.  Oh, they'll SAY they left and got one.  They'll say the judge said you could come in...they may even beg or suggest that things will be easier for you, and they'll be quick to get out of your lives if you choose to cooperate...but it's all a ruse.  DO NOT ALLOW THESE ASSHOLES INTO YOUR HOMES, OR YOU MAY AS WELL MAKE UP THE GUEST ROOM, BECAUSE THEY WILL MOVE IN; and like that relative who came down for a vacation and doesn't leave for months, DHS will take over your lives, and that life will never, EVER be the same.  The simple solution.  DON'T.  LET.  THEM. COME.  IN.

Not unlike a situation with the police, do NOT open your door in order to deal with DHS.  Like the police, and in any situation involving DHS or the police, it's been known to be ruled that an open door, whether you're blocking the doorway or not, is an open invitation to come in on the part of the home owner.  Keep the door closed, and they can neither see anything in your home, nor can they come in, unless they have a court order.

Oh, they'll try all the tricks they can to get in.  Here's a few that they might pull:

1.  "I'll get a court order!"  First of all, court orders aren't just printed out like money (good reference, right?), they have to be backed by something...although, I do have to say, that mine had no basis...and was signed by a judge (?) anyway...but that was also AFTER DHS got their foot in the door, and made up stuff to get what they wanted.  Poor things, just like the police, it's kind of a catch 22 for DHS.  They wanna get in.  To get in, they need a judge's order to be able to come in, or be let in.  In order for a judge to sign an order, they have to have proof to get in, which, unfortunately, involves them getting in to verify what they've been told is happening.  What it all comes down to is this:  Without a court order, they can't get in...and they can't get a court order until they get in to get what they need for the court order.  So let them threaten to get a court order all they like.  It's likely, as well as almost guaranteed that they'll never get one, because no judge is gonna be stupid enough to issue one without real proof.  Not in EVERY case, which is why I have such a good case.  Don't believe it.  They ain't getting one.

2.  (They leave, then come back oh so long and say) "I have a court order", and will more than likely show you one, that might just looked like it's signed.  Remember, they need to get in....DESPERATELY.  I wouldn't doubt that this trick has been done...and gotten away with, many times.  Don't fall for it.  Ask for it to be held up to the peephole so you can inspect it, without opening your door.

3.  "I'm calling the police, and they'll let me in."  Let 'em.  They're human American Citizens, just like everyone else, and without legal proof of their allegations, they can't come in any more with an officer present.  The same rules apply (please see above).

4.  I actually have heard of both of these things happening.  They go right from the front door, to the back door, where, if you're standing at the front door guarding against them, they're likely to get another family member at the back door to let them in, should they knock or ring the bell.  As soon as you see them at your front door, make sure to call all of your kids in, so you know where they are...as well as your husband.  Another trick they will try is to wait a half an hour and come back again, hoping to get someone else to answer the door.  As soon as you know they are trying to come into your life, make sure and inform your entire family to neither open the door to them, or answer a land-line phone and talk to them.  Conversations are just as easily made into proof a judge could use to sign an order.

Tomorrow, we'll cover what happens when it's too late, and someone let them in.  We'll go over the things that they will do, as well as what you can do once they're in.

THE B&S RAILROAD JOB PART V - The Ridiculous Results

It would seem that the illustrious Judge Price doesn't like to practice, follow, uphold, stand-by or participate in the same American Law that the rest of us do.  When asked to recuse, because every objection I made was overruled, and every objection against me sustained (I got to ask one question of an FSRP worker..."Are you a mother?", after she slammed my wife's first time mothering skills for nearly ten minutes.  I just wanted to ask her about her own experiences as a first time mother...the bitch inquisitor for DHS goes "Objection!", with no follow-up reason, and without even another word to follow my objection, I got from the Judge "Sustained".  When asked (by me) for a reason, the judge told me that none was required. I asked him to leave our hearing, and be replaced with another Judge.  He denied this request.

This is standard when a non-represented Pro Se defendant is being ruled against for biased reasons and by a biased judge; it's common that you ask the judge to Recuse, meaning you ask that the judge trying the case to excuse himself from trying the case any further, due to his personal biases...and rather than question it, most judges usually gladly dismiss themselves.  Some are kinda stubborn, however, and some have also been threatened with their jobs, and, regardless of how things actually look, are either being paid to rule against us, or have no intention of ruling in our favor.  Such judges, I imagine, are preferred by DHS...for him to recuse would be an admission of bias.  How a judge can deny this is beyond me; since it's the judge that we are trying to replace here.

This has been a farce since my arrival.  The hearing was closed, the room changed twice, and the judge refuses to Recuse.

America, this round isn't a matter for me, at this time.  They are choosing to continue and succeed in their allegations for CINA, just and simply based on only one fact...that we are still homeless.  When this SINGLE fact is finally laid to rest, they will have no ammunition with which to come at us with, nothing else can be their excuse, for holding the baby from our care.  That will change this week, and an appeal will be made.  There is another court date, and I WILL be duly prepared.  Considering that they wouldn't allow me to view all court documents until we were three quarters of the way through the hearing, I didn't have the proper tools for a good barbecue; sorry 'bout that, America.  'Til next time.  We will get her back.

Jacque Karlsen, you psychotic gun nut?  You have yet to win...and I don't care if it's been years, you will be dealt with, one way or the other.  You will be found and you will pay for what you've done, I swear it.  Your part in this will not go unpunished.  You will be 6' ft. under (of natural causes, naturally) before I rest, or until you have paid for this injustice, whichever comes first; you lying shitty little troll...And Dawn Brueggeman-Lempke?  You will NEVER BE IN POSSESSION OF THIS CHILD, NOT EVEN ON MY LAST DYING BREATH, I GUARANTEE IT.  You both won only a single skirmish, on only a single technicality.  You will NEVER win the war.  Emily Nieman?  You are STILL GOING TO LOSE YOUR JOB, YOU YUPPY BLONDE BITCH.  Bet on it.  Ashley of FSRP fame?  You may wanna ask to be replaced, I plan to make every visit with you a living hell.  I will blow up your phone so that you have to charge it every half an hour, whatever...but I suggest you find a new couple's visits to supervise.

Things of which shall be guaranteed for the DHS BARBECUE PART III:  Senators will be written, Representatives, the Governor, the ACLU, and the ASPCA, the President, whomever I must include, I don't care...these will all be involved in our permanency hearing; in one fashion or another.  Every....single...little....thing will be RECORDED, DOCUMENTED, BLOGGED ABOUT, every little document kept track of, etc., including when YOU people are late for visits and make our lives difficult as well.

No money will be made off of our family, at least not from me.  Bamboozle my wife all you want, this sheep still ain't rollin' over.  And do not fret for us, America; or for you either.  My skills WILL come into play, and the war will be won, soon enough, of that you can guarantee.

I will continue, and be back in the position as Pro Se, when I have a chance to review all the court documents, as well as subpeona all the appropriate witbesses.  We shall return with more of this....soon enough.  I now have the support of others who have been wronged like this...and have been through crap like this as well.  Heads will roll...when, I can't say, but they will roll....even if I have to be an elected official to do it.

It would seem that a permanancy hearing is now on the agenda, where they will attempt to terminate our rights as parents, so that the wanna-be yuppy sister of the father can get her hands on the baby.  Won't happen honey, you can take that to the bank....should be a good time, I would think....500% better than this one.  This is the thing I love the most though...they keep talking about the reunification of the family...at the same time they're talking about the next court date, where they'll be going for our termination of parental rights....makes a sordid amount of sense, doesn't it?  Riiiight.  You bullied me into giving up this time.  You won't be so lucky next time.  The next barbecue I fully intend to serve DHS steak sandwhiches on Nielson buns with Price sauce.

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ADDENDUM:  The next post will be about what to do, should you ever get in this situation.  Tricks they play, hoops they'll want you to jump through, what you have to do versus what you won't have to do, things to make sure you do, how to get away with NOT doing what you won't want to do; as well as how to get what you want; Justice.  I will hook you up with info on people you can talk to, people and websites you can share your experiences with, and ways you can win.  Even if I don't win...which of course I will; soon enough, you will be better prepared to fight your battle, and will not be caught off-guard.  I will go through it all for you, and, if nothing else, be a shining example to you as to how to win, even if I don't; as well as know how you can do right; in order to get your baby or your kids back.  I will present to you how I lost and how I won, I will give you tricks and hints how to beat these people and all involved, and I will help you fight this injustice.  I may mess up or lose my child, but if nothing else, I'll make sure the rest of you don't.

The B&S Railroad Job Part IV - It's Time For A Serious Talk

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This is a serious moment in our history friends.  We're at the crossroads (or the railroad crossing, if you will).  In one direction, lies the easy road, all sunny and green...the one made for all of America's Sheeple.  Here, your battles are fought for you, whether you know it or not, whether you care or not, or whether it's right or not.  The other direction, there's the rocky road, one laden with strife and hardship, where we fight to take back what was rightfully ours in the first place:  Our lives, our freedoms, our rights, and our country.

This will be the first of many fights I intend to pick on the abusive departments of our federal and state government; it begins on September 12th, and it promises to be quite a battle...at least that's what the lawyers are saying.  That's what my friends tell me, some of who have been through this kind of thing before; and if not, know people who have.  You know what's truly sad though, is that they all say there's no way I'll win.  Did you hear that America?  No way.  What exactly does this tell you?  What it should tell you is, these folks have abused their power long enough.  That the government often turns a deaf ear to what's really happening.  It should also tell you that it's time for some change.  Not Obama's kind of change, mind you.  No, I'd say it's time for a bit of old-fashioned vigilante justice.

I, personally, love to tell the other side what's going down; kind of like telling Batman and Robin how they're going to die by the villain who intends to do them in, I like to make it clear that this will be no easy road they intend to drive next to me on.  See, I'm not one of the Sheeple flock...I don't roll over and take my licks, I fight back, and, since I won't have legal fees to worry about - mainly because if I don't find pro bono council, I'm in a position to go Pro Se (that's "defend yourself", for those of you not sure what that means).  Sure, I'll respect the court as well as the judge presiding over it, but see, I already know what's going to happen here, and I don't care if I have to fight this one right into the Oval Office, however long it takes, I'm gonna win this one...for me, the baby, my wife - and for the rest of America as well.

You see, some of us don't handle oppression too well.  I'm not too crazy about our law and our courts as it is, either.  So, if you want a fight, I'll fight right down here, in the trenches, where most of our battles take place anyway.  Oh, I intend to fight dirty.  I'll call in the rest of America, as well as the media too.  I intend to deliver fliers to the courthouse about my little fiasco soon, in order to garner the attention of others who currently oversee or dispense justice.  I want them to notice that someone out there really cares about the way others are treated in this great nation of ours, and that the days of the "sheep" are coming to a close.  No more rolling over for dangling treats...not this sheep.

What's more, whether I'm directly involved or not, others will be fought for as well.  This will be just the first of many internal fires I intend to start.  Our version of the Gestapo, the IRS, is big on my hit list.  The FDA.  The CSRU.  The DOJ.  The Law Itself!!

See, what you don't get, America, is that, since the 50's, we have been steadily programmed to serve and support our government.  Oh, they put the reigns in our hands, where we've always believed they were, but as soon as we start going off the road, they take them back into their possession, in order to keep us in line.  They tell you that you have rights, but they've never been real rights.  They are, as the great George Carlin once said, "Temporary Privileges" that can be repossessed or revoked at any given moment.  Just a whisper of the phrase "Martial Law, whether on a state or federal level and WHOOSH!!  You haven't got a single right to call your own.

Am I making myself clear?  Is there a rumbling in your belly yet?  Think I'm off my rocker?  Let's play a little game then.  Take this mini-quiz (in your own time, of course), and when you've finished, look hard at the answers you've given, then ask yourself this:  Who's in control here?  I dare you to take it...go on....TAKE IT ALREADY!!

1.  When you get a ticket for something you've done wrong, but you have a nagging feeling something didn't go down right, do you:

a.  Open your wallet and pay the ticket, knowing you don't really have the time to fight it
b.  Gather the facts, take names and badge numbers, make your case, then clear your calendar for the court date, in order to fight it.

2.  If a new law is passed, and a week later, your neighbor gets arrested for that law, do you:

a.  Shrug your shoulders and say "Whelp!  That's the way it is!"
b.  Offer to help your friend out in court, in order to defend his innocence (as well as his ignorance of the law) in this matter.

3.  It's time to elect your new president.  The best candidate for the job doesn't even show up on the ballot, only the two idiots from each of the major parties, and you hate both of them.  Do you:

a.  Not vote, just writing the whole thing off to the way things go, and hope for better fare in four years, figuring that, if you don't, no one can say "Yeah, but you voted for him" when he messes up.
b.  Demand an inquiry into why your choice didn't even make the ticket.

4.  A new year has been issued in, and with it, more income tax you're required to pay, with a lot less deductions.  Do you:

a.  Argue with the preparer a bit, just for show, then pull out your checkbook
b.  Write your congressman, asking whatever happened to that "Fair Tax" bill they've had on the floor for the last 5 years.

5.  You've done your duty and paid your income tax, and now it's return time.  However, the state has taken out all your state return for the city ambulance you called to go to the hospital just 2 weeks ago.  Do you:

a.  Bitch about it to your friends, then do nothing about it
b.  Write your state representatives to ask why it is the State feels it's necessary to take the only money we get all year back for our labours, a taxed almost 35% amount of a wage that already isn't nearly enough to live on; money that shouldn't even be taken out of our hard-earned gross earnings in the first place, in order to be the collection agency for its cities.

I'm gonna lay money on the fact that most of you, whether you like the way the answer was phrased (put that way on purpose...to get you to think about what you're really doing, of course) or not, answered A to almost all, if not all of those questions.  Why?  Because you're trained to.  Like dogs, you're trained to behave the way that best suits our government, that puts more money in their coffers, that pays the extravagant wages our state and federal representatives and senators (as well as the entire upper echelon) enjoy during their way too long terms.

Whether I live to tell the tale or not, please, I beg you, pay attention to what happens to me.  Mark my story America, and let's see where it leads.  If I die before I wake, take note, and carry on the fight.  It's not too late (I hope) to take back your country and the freedoms you've (mostly) enjoyed since our inception some 235 years back.  I hereby put myself in the position of lead man, a martyr for America.  If have to die to make a point, I don't care.  So, send in the drones, or drive by me in a truck with a microwave equipped to make it look like natural causes, I don't give s flying f*** anymore, because us little people have HAD ABOUT ENOUGH OF THIS CRAP!

*Whew*....there, now that we got THAT outta the way, let's move on to the set of our first battle.  Here are the players, as well as their roles in our little circus:

On the side of "Good":

Defendant the first:  Me, of course.  The black sheep of the family.

Defendant the 2nd:  Ms. Elizabeth black sheep.  The angel of the bunch, the only member of the clan who wouldn't have the first clue how to do something wrong, let alone do it.

Lawyer the first:  Hers.  I don't know his name, and what's more, I don't care.  She can have her public defender, I don't rightly care for mine.

Lawyer the 2nd:  Colin McCormick, public defender.  All right for the hearing part, but I don't really think I'll be using him for this fight.  He can be there for all intensive purposes, but I'll be doing the talking.  I might also need him to cross examine me if I'm asked to take the stand.  Sorry Colin, but you lost me at "Pay the $25, and play ball"

The Prize?  Little, innocent as a new-born babe (mostly because she is a new-born babe), drug-free Trilynn Bruggeman, signed under duress into foster care by a malicious and wrongful DHS worker named Emily.

On the side of "Bad":

DHS, their workers, as well as their inquisition-style attackers.  These people would have you believe they care about the welfare of the child, but their sole purpose it would seem would be to break up and make miserable the lives of innocent people; as well as keep a lot of paid workers at the state level in their respective jobs and receiving their paychecks...to make it look like they are actually there to protect neglected and abused children everywhere...whether they're being abused and neglected or not.  To leave children in the care of crack mothers and prostitutes, but to take them away from good loving (as well as FIRST-TIME) parents who have the best intentions to make it work.

In the middle (supposedly):  Judge Price, a criminal trial Judge (who wasn't the original signer of the order to have the child removed, by the way...'magine that"). who immediately showed disdain about the fact that we were trying to raise, online, legal fees to fight this and to make it through it.  Never mind the fact that my wife wouldn't be allowed to work for most of this period...who cares about us, as long as the Judge is happy, right?

Once again kids, the battle is September 12th, 2014, at 9 a.m. at the Polk County Courthouse...unfortunately, I don't have a room for you as yet, but you'll be the ...(counts) 12th person (give or take) to know, I swear.  Please come.  This may be the most important thing you witness in this decade...the beginning of the end of an oppressive government.  :D

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.