Monday, March 28, 2011
You must watch the video here.
Of all the protest you have seen, you have not seen one like this!
It is fantastic to hear ex students and parents talk about the value of corporal punishment/discipline in school and how valuable it is.
I could not agree more and applaud these fine citizens for fighting against political correctness and standing up for their kids upbringing and future.
God bless this people and their children.
May America be so lucky as to one day, bring back discipline and respect to schools and family.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
The Secret to Getting Through to Anyone, Anywhere, Anytime
by Dr. Mark Goulston
Hell is a Suicidal Teenager
A teenager will kill him or herself in the time it takes you to read this.
Published on April 19, 2010Every time a teenager commits suicide,
God thunders down at us:
“This is not why I gave you the gift of life!”
And then God cries.
Right now, in the time it takes for you to read this, a teenager in your town or city wishes she were dead. A teenager in your state is thinking of a way to kill himself. Perhaps he’ll use a gun or a rope or pills or his car or simply go out for a swim from which he won’t return. A teenager in this country has just reached for that gun or is stepping up on that chair and placing his head through the noose of that rope. Or she’s counting out enough pills to finish the job or starting to slice into her wrist and watch the little beads of blood seep to the surface, harbingers of the hemorrhage that will start when she deftly severs her radial artery.
And somewhere out there in the global community to which we all belong, a teenager has just ended his life as the culmination to his absolute, unshakable belief that he belonged nowhere.
Many of our teens are in danger of falling through the cracks of a “too busy to care” world. If you’re worried that your child has something dark and troublesome on his mind, he probably does. If you’re too busy to take the time to break through to your child, make the time. If your child pushes you away, remember you don’t need his permission to protect him from anything that could hurt him or his future. In fact it’s your most important job as a parent. If you don’t know how to communicate with your defiant teen, learn to.
If you’re that teen who is having despairing thoughts and the following letter and poem relate to you, send it! If you’re a parent worrying about what’s going on inside your teen and you think the letter and poem may relate to him or her, give it to them and ask. Then put everything else aside and take the time to listen to and talk with your teenager.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I’m writing you this letter, because I’m afraid if I tell you how unhappy I am, you’ll become angry or frightened, or even worse, you’ll tell me I’m just trying to make excuses or trying to get attention. Then I’ll have to take it back and reassure you that it’s nothing and I’m okay— when I’m really not. I really don’t know what’s wrong, and I know I don’t deserve to feel as bad as I do because other people have it much worse. But I can’t help it, I do feel as bad as I do. I feel very alone and that nobody in the world knows me— and I’m so confused, that I couldn’t even tell anyone what I want them to know about me. Read this enclosed poem and it might help you to know how I’m feeling. I’m really sorry if I’m a big disappointment to you. Please don’t be angry at me for being so ashamed of me. Can you please help me?
REACHING OUT FOR HELP
Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off.
And none of them are me.
Pretending is an art that’s second nature to me.
But don’t be fooled, for God’s sake, don’t be fooled.
I give the impression that I’m secure,
That all is sunny and unruffled with me,
Within as well as without,
That confidence is my name and coolness my game,
That the water’s calm and I’m in command,
And that I need no one.
But don’t believe me, please.
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask.
Beneath this lies no complacence.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
A nonchalant, sophisticated façade,
To help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation.
And I know it.
That is if it’s followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only think that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself…
That I am worth something.
But I don’t dare tell you this. I don’t dare. I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh at me,
And your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing, that I’m no good.
And that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game. My desperate game.
With a façade of assurance without and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade of masks. And my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that is really nothing.
And nothing of what’s everything,
Of what’s crying within me.
So when I’m going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I’m saying.
What I’d like to be able to say,
What for survival I need to say, but what I can’t say,
I dislike hiding, honestly.
I dislike the superficial game I’m playing, the phony game.
I’d really like to be genuine and spontaneous and me.
But you’ve got to help me. You’ve got to hold out your hand,
Even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of breathing death,
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind and gentle and encouraging.
Each time you try to understand because you really care,
My heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings,
With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding
You can breath life into me, I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me.
How you can be the creator of the person that is me, if you choose to.
Please choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble.
You alone can remove my mask.
You alone can release me from my shaking world of panic and uncertainty.
Please…do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than walls,
And in that lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands,
But with gentle hands…for a child is sensitive…
Who am I, you may wonder. I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.
I am you and I am me.
- Charles C. Finn
Saturday, March 12, 2011
You need to start with a commissioner that has the opinion that all men are abusive, women beaters and child molesters. Then add a documented liar of an Attorney Blain Connaughton. More about him later.
Lani-Kai Swanhart of the Yakima county family court system in Yakima Washington is as bad as they come. If you get in front of her, may God help you because there are no winners in her court, only losers.
Rule 1. Do not show up with a cowboy hat in your hand and a clean appearance. This seems to upset her.
Rule 2. Do not show up married to a very physically attractive woman. This also upset her, perhaps she suffers from a less then high regard of herself appearance.
Rule 3. Do not show up if your ex-wife is still un married or is accompanied by a female friend. Swanhart seems to want the approval of other less than attractive females.
The most important rule? If your situation is similar to the one above, file a complaint at your 1st appearance and hope your case gets transferred. You cannot win in her court no matter what your attorney says. You will lose and your children will suffer from her rulings. GET OUT OF HER COURT!
My battle with this commissioner is over. Yes it was a battle, she stole my two young sons from me. She would not consider or allow to be heard, evidence that was contrary to herself imposed view. Documentation from officials, doctors and school board members was dismissed because it went against her preconceived notions. All the documentation was there then and is posted on this blog many times. The result of this case destroyed a family, 4 sons, 4 brothers and 1 loving father who developed cancer, caused by the stress of trying to defend his sons childhood and lives. Destroyed the relationship between brothers. Destroyed a father son relationship in two cases and destroyed a young man’s childhood youth and future. Before this abomination made her ruling, my youngest son was happy, well liked by others, respectful, a joy to be around and good in school. 3.56 gpa before Swanhart stole him from me. Now 2 years later he is failing in school, his attendance is a major issue and reports are being sent that his is unruly and disrespectful nature in class is jeopardizing his education. He will not even speak to his old friends because they are my friends. All these actions would be an apparent consequence by anyone who knew his mother. The statements and evidence was there for Swanhart. Linda Clarks actions in her court room (see areas of this site) were just a precursor to what she would teach her children. That is no respect, no rules, no discipline, no consequences and teach hate towards a father who instructed them in such things.
Why this Swanhart is allowed her position is beyond me.
One day she will be judged and only then it seems will there be a reckoning for her.