PandaShavingTorture

I see what you mean. .
Not many comments here at all .
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I don't think I've bumped into you since Signe was banned. .

Have you heard from her recently?

This is a problem in the US too. Here, they have a television Channel called Disney. And through the years, child actors grow up in different shows (literally ~ they have many-yeared contracts). Recently one particularly famous young female teen idol singer/actor became pregnant and aborted the fetus with a well publicised announcement about this. Disney continues to carry this actor, she continues on with concerts. Yet her reputation as a good girl, a role model for my young daughters is tarnished. What message does this send to young impressionable girls? To those who do have supportive mothers? Ones who do not patiently, REPEATEDLY explain to their children (and have the benefit of older sisters to bang it onto their head again) about such things?

Hhh ... it is a fast world and dangerous. So many predators looking to harm our children. One day I will tell you how I was arrested for protecting neighbourhood children. Because I assaulted (slapped) a woman who thought she was the shit and could get away with not giving a shit about the safety of the children. This is why I do not sleep at night. Long story Aidan. Sad too Predators suck.

When you are right, you are right. You are pure of heart. She looks to be as well. Maybe just a misunderstanding ... gone awry ... I see I posted the chatbox much too quick--I apologise, and wish I can edit this. Maybe be kind and simply request she not visit your Page?

My test result:

"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.

... if only ...

So ... are you holding out on us? Are you originally from Wisconsin? My wood chopping shirt was from The House of Harley in Milwaukee or are you from Chicago? (I have lived there! cold! ) and do you say pop?

Now I would have to defer this question to my girls ... ... Miley Cyrus' / M.C. sister ? and their father in compromising photos, situations ... emmm I'm probably wrong on names here.

The pic is this ... (I will not monitor my language)

At the time I lived in a nice, multi-cultural neighbourhood. Rough, but good and tight. The children decidedly liked me after I one day took the very small yard in front and fashioned it after woodland ... in the middle of city. It attracted suddenly fruit bats, frogs, many animals what normally are not seen in a city. And soon also it attracted the children so I taught them how they can add each something of themselves to this garden to make it a expression of their own ~ how to plant seeds, transplant plants, and so on and the like. One day we sat looking upon our garden and waterfall and pond we made, dirty from working the garden, and we saw a preying mantis. so. I put on it to myself and how it tickled! The sticky legs but gentle and it came up slowly on my arm to my neck and gave shivers to me and more once on my hair! Ahhahaha you should hear the beautiful sound of the peals of laughter of this children! Priceless. This is something a rich man has nothing over me on, for I am richer than him with memories like this you can not steal like money. And so, I ask who is next? Finally a brave boy comes forward and he tries, and more laughter. Ah such a good time. Looking at the children you can tally affluent ones who are white, and poor ones who are not, and most all are physically and emotionally abused from their parent/s or caregiver. You can hear gunshots often in this city. Gang shootings are commonplace. But here we are, happy in our little utopia. You can see now, I am a special person to this children ~ they depend on me. Not just because of this. Homework ... somebody for to listen and empathise, maybe give tools to help them ... introduce them to more civil alternatives than the neighborhood offers. I find they become my own. I am protective. Motherly. Perhaps this is wrong? idk. It is an act of love. No more.

One morning I prepare to put my girls into the crazyvan to go to school. The dogs too. Buca is a seizure alert dog. And Bear jealous, was joyriding. At the top of the hill ~ the top of my street, I hear a car engine gunning. and see a SUV come accelerating rapidly--much too fast. This is a 2-way street with on-street parking, BUT ONLY ROOM FOR ONE CAR TO DRIVE THROUGH. It SHOULD be a one-way street, but no. This vehicle is FAST. I am physically near 2/3 to the end of the street block, by a stopsign where MANY children crossed at that hour of the morn. And at a quick glance I confirmed yes, there were a GREAT MANY.

I put myself into the street with palms down signal to signify SLOW DOWN. and warn of danger ahead. The driver gunned the engine. I put myself into the MIDDLE of the street. Hands outstretched in universal HALT! signal. She stopped the bumper of the SUV, had I not taken a step back at the last moment, will have struck me.

continue in a bit ...

... sorry for the long delay ...

Okay. so! I see the driver. And something happened to me. It is dream-like. Not real-feeling. Mmm very hard to describe, this physical feeling. But it is like I am outside of myself, looking at myself doing something, and yet also knowing what I am doing ... yet not really connecting with it in sensation. I do not know a word for this. Crazy is maybe the word. Temporary mild crazy.

I see myself go to the driver window, and yell at the woman driver, cursing. Calling her a stupid fucking bitch! who is she to drive this street like this? does she know she can hurt children? what is wrong with her?

and she says to me angrily do I know who she is? and what is wrong with me you fucking bitch? get out of my fucking way I am late! I am a mother I know about children!

and on she went ...

and I yelled at her to shut her filthy mouth about children and knowing anything about how to care about them she is a weapon on the streets! she is a useless asshole even shit can not come from! and to not move her car because I am going to call the Police!

and she kept going on and on about calling the Police about me for preventing her car from moving ...

she kept saying people like me should be shot and are not good mothers and should be removed from society ...

and I slapped her filthy mouth! and I ordered her to pull her car over! and I was shaking! this woman was scary ... she near hit me with her car ... maybe can have hit children if I had not been there. and she said things that are frightening!

there is more ... but ... we do not speak of this things

I suppose it is not good to leave it like that.

The Police did come. Take her side because I struck her. And arrest me. Eventually after much time getting to understand me and the situation in Court, the Judge fined the woman and released me from all charges and removed the criminal charge from my History. And now, the street signs are reflected to show differently as the Judge decreed the City to change them in that neighbourhood. Much came of it.

Bad too came of it.

I suffer now from something, what is called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (P.T.S.D.), this thing I have for life ... a mental anguish you can say. It is like a television show who plays again, and again, and again so many times to me even though I do not consciously think about it. For instance the driver's car was a red SUV. My mind generalises now ... a red car with a female (or long-haired male) with blonde hairs will trigger this event to me ... as a example of one trigger. The medical and biofeedback treatments have induced extreme seizures in me. and we discovered I do well better off without counseling as to not discuss it keeps it at arm length. This took a few years for the discovery ... so I am waiting for a new treatment option, hoping one can come.

But never would I EVER go back, knowing all this, and change protecting the children. Those children were not mine, but they were mine ... you see? All children should be loved and protected. Without regard for the little crosses we might need to bear.

Usually about twice a week for the latter, and thirty times a day for the former.

And now...

http://my.opera.com/quentinscrisp/blog/2008/06/05/the-quest-for-b

I am the Midlander, though I am from India

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