Trolls Are Always The Last To Know

As many of my readers already know, I snag a troll every once in awhile. That usually happens when someone (with an obvious bent frame of mind) disagrees with something that I write.

The one that I have on my string now is amusing. Stupid, but entertaining.

The nitwit not only can't spell but swears that nobody cares about what I write about. Well, if nobody cared (which is not the case) then I would assume that the woefully confused, mentally unbalanced troll wouldn't care, either. But, such is not the case, either, you see.

Here then, for your perusal, is some of the information (not all of it) that I have already acquired about this person:

76.85.144.# (Road Runner)
United States
Nebraska
Crete
Lat/Long
40.6108, -96.9425 (Map)
English (U.S.)
en-us
Macintosh WinNT
Safari 1.3
Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; WOW64) AppleWebKit/535.2 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/15.0.874.121 Safari/535.2
Javascript
version 1.5
Monitor
Resolution
1366 x 768
Color Depth
32 bits
Time of Visit
Nov 30 2011 7:14:50 am
Last Page View
Nov 30 2011 7:22:44 am
Visit Length
7 minutes 54 seconds
Page Views
2
Referring URL
http://www.google.co...&q=ruthie in the sky
Search Engine
google.com
Search Words
ruthie in the sky
Visit Entry Page
http://ruthiessky.blogspot.com/
Visit Exit Page
http://ruthiessky.bl...to-you-straight.html
Out Click
POST A COMMENT
Time Zone
UTC-6:00
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And here now, just for the fun of it, is a partial list of my recent readers:

United States

Chicago, Illinois

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Portland, Oregon

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Hyattsville, Maryland

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Hastings, Nebraska

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Manhattan Beach, California

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Crete, Nebraska

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Mountain View, California

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Denver, Colorado

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Tulsa, Oklahoma

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Mountain View, California

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Cottage Grove, Oregon

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Mountain View, California

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West Hempstead, New York

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Portland, Oregon

New Zealand

Auckland

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Mountain View, California

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Mountain View, California

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San Diego, California

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Springdale, Arkansas

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Hugo, Minnesota

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Longview, Texas

United Kingdom

Brighton, East Sussex

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Eureka, Montana

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Gilbert, Arizona

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Manhattan Beach, California

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Marion, Virginia

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Palatka, Florida

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Denver, Colorado

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Winter Park, Florida

ETCETERA...

I dare you to sign your real name, you P.O.S.

Telling It To You, Straight

First of all, I would like to address Fairbury: You have two more days to do the right thing. If you don't, I will. Consider yourself told.

Second, I truly don't care what you send to me, Bitter Commenter. Anyone as angry as you, for all of the wrong reasons, deserves to be miserable at Christmastime. Better you than me.

Third, I would like to point out the difference (to everyone) between a psychic vision and an outright, valid confession:

An anonymous commenter sent me a link, today, that I find very interesting:

Bundling The Baby With A Balloon Boy?

A psychic vision is a feeling, a whim, a thoughtful wisp tied to a neurological anomaly...that may or may not end up being significant to a criminal case. It can be contributed by an innocent, well-meaning individual...or an exploiting asshole with a hidden agenda.

An outright, valid confession is a TRUE, ACCURATE and DETAILED ACCOUNT that includes all five W's: Who, What, Where, When and Why. And it can only be delivered by a GUILTY person who feels a Thief-On-The-Cross (Luke 23:39-43, New Testament Bible) remorse for what he or she has done.

Right now, the Lisa Irwin, Kyron Horman, Skelton Brothers and Lindsey Baum cases need a confession.

And there's nothing mystical about that fact.

And speaking of FACTS...

Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Seven

The lady that picked me up, in Missouri, on Thanksgiving Day, decided to bring me back to Nebraska.

We were on the road for about five hours, yesterday.

She bought me a week's stay at this motel and I plan to totally enjoy myself.

Why am I back here in Nebraska, where I started from...last week?

Why not?

Stephanie Almaguer: Lisa's Still Lost!

I've never seen a more convoluted collection of cyber-crapola than Stephanie Almaguer's pathetic excuse for a blog. I am not even going to include the link to it because I don't think that Almaguer deserves that courtesy.

The blog, if you even want to call it that, has a poor layout, blurry pictures, nothing concrete (translation: evidence) and is laced with atrocious grammar.

Yet, a whole slough of people bought into her ranting (which I caught on one of her videos via YouTube) and went off looking for Baby Lisa Irwin, today.

Now, I'm all for people looking for Lisa. In fact, I encourage it. But to base an organized search on the words of a lightweight ditz like Almaguer is just off the freaking hook!

She comes off as a blithering idiot!

If that woman actually leads anyone to a missing person, I will be the first one to offer Stephanie Almaguer an apology. But, at this point, I really don't think that's ever going to happen.

Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Six

I tried to hitchhike out of Hastings, Nebraska and the first time...I failed. The second time, I got out.

But after the first attempt, I met a man who owns a motel in Hastings and he let me stay in it for three nights for free. I was tired and the weather went bad so the man just gave me a key, twenty bucks in cash for food and told me to go get some rest. And I did.

I am planning on returning to that motel, later next month and I'm going to stay there for the Winter.

When I left the motel, four days later, I hitchhiked out to Sutton, Nebraska. By the time that I reached Sutton, it was getting dark and I was getting cold. So a cop and a padre got me a dinner from Subway and a room at the local motel.

The following day I headed back out on the road, again. It was a very slow day, ride-wise and I finally ended up standing outside of the town of Cortland, Nebraska at 4:30 in the evening. Four-thirty changed to six-thirty and the temperature-reading on a neary business sign, dropped from 39F to 32F.

I was about ready to throw in the towel and walk down the street to a nearby gas station, when a family in a minivan stopped and picked me up. They live southeast of Beatrice in the small town city of Fairbury, Nebraska.

To S. In Fairbury

I am almost sure that I know who you really are, Fairbury.

I added it up: The color in your hair, your age, the home schooling, the curve of your face and how you are now hiding in that small town city.

If you think that I'm going to forget about you, you're wrong. It's time that you returned to Texas.

I am giving you a small window of time to do what you should do, on your own. If you don't then I will take the initiative, myself.

Baby Lisa Irwin: Almost Nobody

As the stores begin to close in southern Missouri, the story of missing Lisa Renee Irwin, is shutting down, too.

Sweet Lisa, with the perfect smile and bluebell eyes, has had nothing to do with Black Friday. No one picked her up off a store shelf, or ran her through a checkout scan or put a red-and-green, gift wrap bow on her head.

No one brought Lisa back to those who truly love her.

In fact, almost nobody thought about her at all, today.

But Baby Lisa is still gone and that fact is something that Kansas City, the State of Missouri and our Country should be ashamed of.

Bummed About The Bugs!

I am interrupting this series of updates to tell you what happened to me over the past 24 hours. Because, at this point in the Season, I think that you should read this.

I am sitting in a cute, older house that smells like cloves and was probably built after the Civil War, in a small town in northern Missouri. The woman who owns the house works at the local hospital.

She served me two Thanksgiving meals, yesterday.

Yeah, I told you that you'd want to read this update.

I was dropped off on a rural highway, outside of another small town, by a sheriff's deputy, yesterday. After his taillights disappeared over the hill, I sat down on my backpack, grabbed a withered blade of whisker wheat, stuck it between my teeth and started humming the theme to "Green Acres."

A woman in a little silver car drove by, turned around and came back.

She brought me back to this little town in Missouri.

The first place that we went to was the local hospital, because, as I already wrote, that is where she works. She disappeared and then returned with a tray, heaped with food, and I commenced to devouring it with a smile.

Then, when she finished working, she drove us back to her house where she served another Thanksgiving dinner to me and two elderly ladies. The ladies are old friends of hers and we enjoyed the dinner and each other's company very much.

After dinner, the ladies left and the woman who picked me up, brought me over to what we thought was going to be a great place to stay for a month.

It's a big apartment with a new stove and refrigerator, in it. It has a large living area, a full kitchen, a bedroom and bath with a tub and shower. The woman planned to cover the rent for me to stay there for a month.

(Late next month, I am moving into my winter quarters in Nebraska.)

Several other people contributed immediate pieces of furniture and other items. I settled in and they left for the night.

This is an excerpt from an email that I sent to a friend, today:


["I was so tired that I fell asleep in a chair. When I woke up, the nightmare began.

It
was after one o'clock in the morning. And that's when I saw
them...crawling up and down the walls...on the counters...in the
bathtub...in the sink...and along the baseboards...different sizes and
different stages in the their life cycle...the most dreadful
entomological scourge in Modern Day America...BEDBUGS!!!!

The entire apartment is infested with them.

I grabbed my things and fled.

I walked up to the hospital where my friend works and asked the guy behind
the ER desk to call my lady friend at her house.
The guy at the desk, a young snot-nosed brat, looked
at me like I was raving out of my head. I glared at him with all of my
might and quietly repeated the words...you know, in that quiet tone
that people use just before Mt. Vesuvius blows up. He called her and
then glanced back at me, looking totally confused.

"She'll be here in a few minutes." he said, transitioning from
obnoxious to curious, very quickly.

I sat down and said nothing.

The woman brought me back to her house where I stripped naked in the
doorway. We never brought my backpack in...it's been banished, for the
time being, to a spot outside. The clothes that I was wearing went
right into the washer and my boots joined the backpack in the same
quarantined spot.

I am devastated. Now I just want to get the holy heck out of here. I
should have known that it was too good to be true."]

Ruthie In The Sky, Update--Part Five

It was chilly but the sun was still shining in the early morning sky.

I walked through the quiet community of Pine Bluff, Nebraska and then I got a ride from a man with a very long beard.

The man turned-out to be a total charlatan. By that I mean, he told me that he needed to go a social service person in the town that he drove me to. He said that he could drive me on to Sidney, Nebraska but that he needed money for gas.

So we went to the source and he got twenty-dollars to drive me to Sidney. On the way to Sidney, he stopped at a bar in a small town called Potter. He bought me lunch and had three glasses of beer.

Suddenly, I had a problem.

And after his guard came down, he revealed the wad of cash that he'd had stuffed in his wallet the whole time. He never really needed money for gas. He just used me as a convenient excuse to get more cash for beer.

I got disgusted with the guy and I let him know it.

After a serious tongue-lashing from me, he became contrite. Then he carefully drove me the rest of the way to Sidney, Nebraska.

We parted ways and I got twenty-dollars from a lady at the Salvation Army and the rest of the ticket from the City of Sidney. And that ticket got me on a shuttle bus to North Platte, Nebraska. (My teddy bear, "Tour Guide", was stolen from me the last time that I there, so I hate that city.)

But I went there, anyway.

I stayed upstairs, in the women's dorm, overnight where I had to sleep in an overstuffed chair. Yes, after riding on a bus all night, then sleeping off-and-on at a rest area, I now had to sleep in a chair. With a pillow and a blanket.

This is because the women's dorm was crammed full. But I still managed to get a bite to eat, do a load of laundry and take a shower before I drifted off to sleep in the chair. The next morning, the case manager drove me out to the highway and just like that, I was on the road, again.

A succession of rides took me to the side of a rural highway where the sun was beginning to set.

A man stopped his truck, picked me up and said that he would like to take me to Hastings, Nebraska.

I spent the night in a mission shelter in that city. I spent more nights in Hastings but not in the mission. Instead, I met what will be my winter home, beginning late next month.

I plan to get my key on Christmas Eve.

Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Four

A woman in a minivan, drove around the corner and stopped. Her daughter slid the window down and the woman called to me.

I took the opportunity when it came.

Later that night, I was on a bus heading for Cheyenne, Wyoming. The woman and her husband bought me the ticket and I arrived in Chy-town late the following morning.

I walked down to the ramp and stood (or sat on my pack) in the cold wind for six-and-a-half hours (yes, I did!). Finally, a man stopped his rig and picked me up. He stopped at Mickey D's in the next town and got me some road food. Then he dropped me off at a rest area near Pine Bluff, Nebraska.

I asked him to call the cops and let them know that I was there. That was a safety action.

The cop came. The cop left. And I finally locked myself in the big, family bathroom. Then I covered my backpack in its protective plastic cover, sat on it, leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and fell right to sleep.

Early the next morning, the caretaker arrived and woke me up. He was friendly and I appreciated that. I cleaned-up as best that I could, changed some clothes and headed to a nearby convenience store. I bought some hot coffee and a sandwich. After that first wonderful sip of joe, my morning officially began.

Little did I know then just how complicated that day would be.

Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Three

A young woman with a dog, stopped and picked me up. We drove and talked, stopped for coffee and burgers and totally enjoyed our road trip, together.

But the weather turned gray and cold, so the woman bought me a room at a motel in Malad City, Idaho. The next day, the storm socked the whole town in and the couple at the motel decided to keep me there for two more days...for free.

Then, on the morning of the fourth day, the woman of the couple drove me back down south (we decided that going north was out of the question due to the weather) and left me on a ramp just south of Tremonton, Utah.

I finally made it to Morgan, Utah which is near the city of Ogden. I trudged up a long ramp and sat down on a guard rail. It was breezy and cool but the sun was shining. I figured that I would get a ride out of there, eventually.

And then a State trooper, with the physique of Barney Fife and the voice of a Munchkin, stopped his car and got out.

"You can't hitchhike here" he squawked, folding his bony arms for emphasis.

I almost burst out laughing.

"Well, then, where do you expect me to hitchhike?" I asked him and smirked at his body language. He was like a six-year-old kid, walking around in big shoes...a Richard Simmons clone with a service belt.

He started to rant and I pulled his strings, just to watch him mentally dance to my music.

He was a pint-sized, pompous idiot.

And there we argued, while the big trucks rolled slowly by and I could see the drivers checking it out.

In the end, the cop drove me all the way back down the ramp (which seemed to run about a mile-and-a-half in length) and left me there. I decided that the cop should watch out for stray dogs.

Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Two

The shelter in Cedar City, Utah is posh. That is the truth.

I ate, showered and slept in a nice, clean place. And I was the only woman in the ladies' dorm.

The shelter closed during the day, so I spent my daytime hours at a library where nobody limited the bandwidth.

Two days later, the IT guy invited me to lunch with he and his wife. It would have been alright except for the fact that his wife is a total bitch. I tolerated it for about ten-minutes and then I quietly let them both have it. After making myself clear, I walked out of the restaurant.

The IT guy, minus his wife, drove me back to the library. He said that he was sorry but I could see that he was locked into his life. He couldn't reach out beyond his own secure existence to do what I believe he really wanted to do. I felt sorry for him but left him with no option but to return to his royal bitch of a wife. Better him than me. Really!

The rule at the new shelter is that no one can stay there for more than a short amount of time. And after leaving, no one can return there for another year.

So, the IT guy drove me to a ramp, near a truck stop, outside of Cedar City, the next morning. He was friendly but reserved. I could see that his wife had left her mark on him.

So I waved goodbye as he drove away and then sat down on my backpack and put my thumb out.

Sometimes, that's all I can do.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

A guy who stands 6'8", was scrunched-up in the two-door car that stopped to pick me up in Grand Junction, Colorado.

He took me all the way, past snow, jagged mountain passes and logging trucks to St. George, Utah. It was cold and misty when he dropped me off at a homeless shelter, there.

The shelter was cramped and dirty. When I tried to use the fixtures in the shower, they almost fell out of the wall.

I left St. George the next day.

But before I did, I stopped at the public library. The St. George library is housed in a large, old building in the center of the city. I decided to do some work online before I left town.

But when the librarian told me that, because I am a non-resident, that I would only be allowed limited wi-fi bandwidth, I was shocked. I opened my laptop and discovered that she was serious. The wi-fi connection was almost useless.

So, I found a wide-open hotspot and an outlet by a bench in the park gazebo and used it for several hours, instead.

A realtor drove me out of town later that day. She gave me twenty-dollars to take with me. I met a young woman, next, who dropped me off at a ramp that was out in the middle of nowhere. I wish her all of the karma that she earned that evening. I bet that she will get it, if she hasn't gotten it, already.

The sun was setting behind a mountain ridge when a man came racing up the ramp in a big, white pickup truck. He saw me, put on the brakes and his truck skidded to a stop.

"Nice driving" I said as I climbed into his truck.

The man, the IT guy at a local bank, drove me to a shelter in Cedar City, Utah. The shelter has only been open for six months. When I walked in and looked around me, I was sure that the bathroom fixtures wouldn't fall out of the wall.

End Of Summer: Robin

I met Robin on the road.

I was hitchhiking by the side of a ramp in Colorado. Robin came around the bend in his pickup truck and stopped.

He took me to a place that he owns in Grand Junction, Colorado. I stayed there for about six weeks.

I had my own room, which was big and included cable TV, wi-fi and my own bathroom. I also had my meals made for me and my mail delivered right to my door.

So-called "professionals" came out of the wood work and convinced me to sign a pile of paperwork. Robin gave me this laptop and it was understood that I was going to stay there, permanently.

But I didn't like it and I eventually left.

Robin sent me an email that I never read. I didn't see the point in it.

But for the record, this is why I left:

1.) There was too much underlying drama in that arena. I got tired of dealing with it and feeling its vibration around me.

2.) Cigarettes. I never should have been exposed to them, there, period. A place like that should be entirely smoke-free. And the suggestion that I move to another room, in another building, in order to get away from some of it, was ludicrous. And the idea pissed me off.

3.) It was too expensive. After paying my rent, I didn't have enough money to buy a new
bra, or get my hair cut or buy a new pair of gloves. The day that I got money, again, I acquired everything that I needed. And I walked out of the store with a feeling of satisfaction that I hadn't felt in weeks.

4.) Robin got too busy to discuss everything with me. I got tired of trying to communicate
with him through a four-person filter. When his wife said, "If we let you do it, then every other resident is going to want to do it, too"...the tie that I had with Robin began to disconnect. In the end, he lost me.

To this day, I believe that he has no idea what he did wrong. But then, what more could I expect from a man that never opened his hand when I wanted him to shake mine?

Outrage Before Giving Thanks

KYRON RICHARD HORMAN
MISSING SINCE JUNE 4, 2010



I got an email the other day. And I hope that the writer reads this post. She echoes so many other people, these days. So I have decided to share her words with my readers:

"I live in Wa. State, where as I'm sure you know, we have an ugly case of yet another missing baby. This is happening not only in my state, but where I grew up. I am absolutely mortified. Since this, I have been online, reading, and many similar cases have been brought to my attention, Lisa Irwin being one of them, my stomach has been in knots for weeks, I feel overwhelmed with the want to help, and the need to find the answers, why are these mothers killing their babies?? That is exactly what my gut tells me is happening to these poor children. How can this be prevented from happening again? I want to make a stand, I want to help, I just don't know where to begin. Can you offer any suggestions? What has happened to humanity when a mother is responsible for the intentional death of her child, and our government does nothing??? Are you aware of the Casey Anthony story? I AM OUTRAGED!!!"

I am outraged too, dear email writer. I won't share your name here because I haven't gotten your permission to do so. And because I consider email, in most cases, to be a private correspondence between two individuals.

But, yes, I am outraged, too.

I saw young people get a face full of pepper spray while they were protesting, peacefully, the other day. It reminded me of THIS .



And I'll deliver this warning, now: Many years have passed since that massacre on May 4, 1970. But if the lesson from that day has been forgotten...then woe be to the ones who will have to learn it all over again.

I stand on the side of the road and shiver. And as every vehicle passes by, I wonder what has happened to humanity. While some people camp near the box stores and wait to spend their money on Friday morning, I struggle to just to keep warm.

Yes, I am outraged.

The so-called "rescue/gospel" missions offer a frown or a plastic smile when I walk in. So I won't walk in their doors, anymore. I believe that people deserve an alternative to the mission's "holy" bullshit.



The missions believe that I am poor because I am a defective human being. They don't want me to talk to the men there, or wear my own clothes to bed, or eat my own food, or listen to my own music or worship my Higher Power in my own way or speak my mind. They especially don't want me to speak my mind. To them, I am poor and dependant...therefor I have no right to a valid opinion of my own.

Yes, I am outraged.

The dismissal of the real value of human beings, is so absolute in this Country now...after a hard, cold slap in the face of what has been considered truly sacred since the Declaration Of Independence...that women are getting away with killing their babies, children are going missing, protesters are being sprayed and beaten and people keep passing me by on a cold, lonely highway.

Our Country is losing its conscience.

And that is why I am outraged.

Thank you for your email, my friend.

This is what I sent in response to the above-listed email: "You asked me for a suggestion. My answer is very simple: Love.

We all need to give and receive more love.

Parents need to love their children. People need to love their
neighbors. Communities need to love
any good person who walks through their town.

Love~it's what turns the heart light on and keeps it burning bright.

Share your candle today."

SHUT UP, YouTube!

One True Media gave me a list of songs to use on a little video that I made in honor of the Fourth of July 2011. It is called "Happy Birthday, America." It is a greeting card to my Country. It has been on YT ever since. In November 2011, YouTube sent me an email and told me that the song that I chose for my video is connected to a copyright infringement. Therefor, the video, for some mystical reason, is no longer able to be viewed in Germany. The song that I chose is, "America The Beautiful." This time, the copyright cops on YouTube have gone too far.

Make a video - it's fun, easy and free!
www.onetruemedia.com

Which is why I appreciate videos like this:

MTV Shows

For The Sake Of One Who Is Still Lost

11/19/11: MISSING BABIES: AN EXCELLENT COMPARISON

"People are good actors when they have something to cover up."--A commenter who is following this story.



Rebekah Worsham, wrote the following article about "The Casey Effect." I agree with her observations. And I, unfortunately, believe that she is right. As I pointed out in response to her article, I believe that the term "The Casey Effect" might be used more than once in the years to come.

I pictured a mother, watching TV and suddenly seeing the commercial answer to her "chained to her child" problem:

Commercial rolls while mom sits on the couch, folding laundry while her kid screams from another room.

"Mom, are you tired of your child? Are you sick of dealing with that child's runny nose, messy mealtimes and embarrassing behavior in Wal-Mart?"

Mom, drops the toddler t-shirt out of her hands and stares at the TV screen.

"Well, we have the answer to your problem and it is outlined in a new guide: 'The Casey Effect: 25 Foolproof Ways To Kill Your Child And Never Go To Jail.'"

Mom picks up the remote and turns up the volume on the TV with a shaking hand.

"For just four payments of twenty-five dollars (plus shipping and handling), you will regain your freedom...just like Casey Anthony did."

Mom starts breathing hard as she writes down the order number and fumbles for her credit card.

In the background, the two-year-old girl cries out for the tenth time, "Mommeeee...no more nap...want you...Mommeeee...want YOU!"

Think about it. And then ask yourself, WHERE IS THE SANCTITY OF THE FAMILY UNIT GOING IN THE UNITED STATES?

WHERE?
11/16/11: THE EXAMINER: "THE CASEY EFFECT"

11/15/11: THE EXAMINER: EMERGENCY CUSTODY OF BABY LISA'S BROTHER REQUESTED BY MOM



Isabelle Zehnder posted a great article today that includes what may be the PERSONALITY PROFILE of who took Baby Lisa Irwin.

Don't think that just because I posted the three videos of attorney John Picerno, that I believe that Deborah Bradley and Jeremy Irwin are innocent. There are too many loose ends left, drifting like the strings on Baby Lisa's birthday balloons, for me to exclude
Bradley and Irwin's possible guilt.

Baby Lisa is still gone.

So what if cakes were baked and balloons were released. Big deal. THE BABY IS STILL MISSING!

Baked goods and helium are NOT what's needed now. WHAT IS NEEDED NOW IS FOR LISA'S PARENTS TO FULLY COOPERATE AND GO BACK IN AND TALK TO LAW ENFORCEMENT. AND IF LAW ENFORCEMENT WANTS TO TALK WITH THEM SEPARATELY, SO BE IT.

Who cares about the lawyers?

Bradley and Irwin don't need protection, Baby Lisa does!

Whether she is still alive or is just a pile of remains now...the essence of that child is what is important here. So if the cops just want to talk to Irwin and Bradley, one more time, then I think that those two smug snivelers ought to go ahead and do it!

Isn't their baby worth that much in their own eyes?

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People filled-up Lisa Renee Irwin's Facebook page with photographs of homemade cakes, yesterday. They celebrated Lisa Irwin's first birthday. But that doesn't mean that Lisa, herself, did.

It bothers me that total strangers decided to participate in a sort of macabre bake-off. It appeared to me like they were trying to soothe their own conscience by adding candy sprinkles and pink icing to Lisa Irwin's present situation. They didn't do it for Lisa, they did it for themselves.

That confection collection on Facebook didn't bring Lisa back out of the shadows. It didn't loosen a tongue. It didn't elicit a confession. It didn't really make any difference, at all.

The only person who COULD have made a difference...never said a word.

Remember this: It's one thing to write, "Come Home, Lisa" on a cake. It's quite another thing to actually bring her back.

Keep your focus, people!

To Readers And M.I.B.

To My Readers:

A great deal has been happening to me, behind the scenes, over the past few weeks. I will bring you all up to speed in a series of posts, tonight.

I have been offline for the past few days, so give me some time to catch up on that and then I will posting my road updates, one-by-one.

I hope that you find them interesting.

To M.I.B.:

You sons (and daughters) of guns with guns. Thank you for your help. I will do my best to make the most of it. ;-)

Red Solo Slob/Toby Keith

Red Solo Cup - Toby Keith - Toby Keith Videos

This is the stupidest song and the most idiotic video that was produced this year. I love them both. And you, too, Toby Keith...you big, dumb redneck. Mwah! :*

The Bloogle Buddies

I pick on Google. Sometimes I even get mad at them. (Which I did, recently, when YouTube banned one of my videos and put a worldwide copyright infringement block on another one.)

To say the least, since 2004, we have not always seen eye-to-eye.

Yet, this blog has survived, through it's many incarnations and it's still going strong, today.

So, when I got this photo of some of whom I fondly refer to as "Bloogle Buddies" (Google Blogger Employees), I just had to mess with their picture.



Aren't all of those young, fresh faces just adorable?

There's not a fifty-year-old among them.

Does it matter?

What do you think?

Missing Baby Lisa Irwin, Updated

11/10/11: KCTV NEWS: BROTHERS INTERVIEWED (ARTICLE WILL CONTINUE UPDATES)

At this point, it's obvious that the police are NOT taking a light stance on the disappearance of Baby Lisa Irwin. They are searching for any line in to the truth. And I believe that they are going to find it.

Woe be to the mother, Deborah Bradley, if the cops discover that she's been lying, all along. And that goes double for Baby Lisa's father, Jeremy Irwin.

Why do I say that it "goes double" for Jeremy?

Because no matter what Deborah Bradley did...Irwin has the option to tell the truth.

Do I believe that Baby Lisa's parents are connected to her disappearance?

Yes.

If I am wrong, I will be the first person to issue a point-blank apology. But, I think that I'm right.

This "he said/she said" crap has got to stop. There's a little baby girl involved here!

And I feel that it's time to stop the immature, trailer-trash bullshit and bring that baby back where she belongs! Even, I will add, if that means that Baby Lisa ends up with a responsible family member (other than Irwin and Bradley) or a decent foster family.

Deborah Bradley is nothing but an irresponsible, stupid and way-over-the-top DRUNK!! That much has already been proven.

I wonder how much will have to happen before Bradley faces and deals with her serious problem?

What gets me more than anything else is the realization that she is harming other people much more than she is hurting herself. She's a grown woman and there is no excuse for that. None.

I don't care how much she cries on camera. I'm not buying it.

As Baby Lisa Renee Irwin's father, Jeremy Irwin has the unconditional duty to do whatever he can to get to the truth. And then he has the further responsibility to share what he knows with law enforcement.

If whomever is involved in Baby Lisa's disappearance reads this, then I want to tell you to stop this madness. It's time to set the record straight. If Baby Lisa is alive, then get her back to someone who will love her like she's supposed to be loved. If she is dead, then get your act together, go to the police and tell the truth.

If Baby Lisa had to face death at such a young age, then whatever YOU will face will NEVER match what SHE dealt with.

VIDEO: CHRISTIAN POST

11/08/2011: FOX 4--KANSAS CITY: PI RON RUGEN'S TAKE ON THE BABY LISA CASE/LINK TO TAPED BROADCAST



Someone should give whomever took Baby Lisa a wake-up call!



It has been weeks and we still don't know where Baby Lisa Renee Irwin is, today. We don't...but obviously someone does. Lisa Irwin did not just fly away...somebody either removed her, hid her or just outright took her.

And that somebody has to come forward and tell the truth. Lisa deserves that.

Some people get upset when anyone says anything negative about Deborah Bradley, Jeremy Irwin or a member of their extended family.

But there is a child missing and no amount of excuses has brought Baby Lisa back home, yet.

That is not what is needed now. What is needed and necessary now...is HONESTY.

No more shadows, no more hiding, no more denial. It's time for the right person to step up and bring Lisa back where God really wants her to be: Home.



BREAKING NEWS!!!: 11/04/11: THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER: "When my husband asked her (Deborah Bradley) to go because he was ready to go to bed, she joked, 'Oh, I’ll join you,' and started taking off her blouse!" Sara recalled. "My husband made her leave."

Read The Article HERE !

So the National Enquirer is on Deborah Bradley's tail now, eh?

It appears that Ms. Bradley has made some significant enemies over the years. And they are coming out of the shadows, now. I doubt that they are attacking Bradley's credibility just to make a buck. I bet it goes much deeper than that.

So, I would advise "Mommy Bad Ass" to start talking if she has ANYTHING important to say. Because if she doesn't, then I have a feeling that someone else is going to say it for her.

Do you hear me, Jeremy Irwin?
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WERE DRUGS INVOLVED IN BABY LISA'S DISAPPEARANCE?

Read THIS ARTICLE BY CINDY ADAMS (EXAMINER.COM)11/03/11!



For a split second, it looked like Jeremy Irwin considered stopping, turning around and saying something. I could almost see the wheels spinning in his head.

KMBC-TV released a video (Click on the link below) this afternoon that shows Jeremy, walking up to the house...and he appeared to have lagged, for a moment, behind everybody else.

It looked to me like Jeremy Irwin was trying to get up the nerve to finally open up his mouth.

Maybe you should, Jeremy. Maybe you should.

11/02/11: KMBC-TV: NEW VIDEO

11/02/11: WPTV-TV: NEW TIMELINE?

11/1/11: KANSAS CITY STAR: IS THIS WHAT REALLY HAPPENED?

According to KMBC-TV: The lawyer that Joe Tacopina has brought in to replace Cyndy Short is Kansas City Attorney John Picerno.

You can listen to Picerno's comments, on video and read the accompanying article, HERE.
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"One of the reasons we relieved Mrs. Short was because she was holding her own press conferences, making statements to the media, and giving tours of the home that we were finding out about after the fact," the couple said. In addition, they said the FBI informed them Short was not being productive.--10/31/11: REUTERS: BABY CASE BECOMING A CIRCUS.

10/31/11: REUTERS: BABY CASE BECOMING A CIRCUS (FULL ARTICLE)
It makes you wonder, doesn't it? I don't care what "Wild Bill" Stanton, "Taco Joe" Tacopina, Cyndy "Quick Change" Short, Jeremy Irwin or Deborah Bradley have to say. I think that the whole lot of them should be ashamed of themselves.

A beautiful baby girl is gone and all those five people can do is whine, make excuses, throw tantrums and hide. I believe that attorney Cyndy Short's disconnection from the "team" is indicative of a far more serious problem.

And the name of that more serious problem is: "Somebodies Not Telling The Truth."

10/31/11: KANSAS CITY STAR: "Psst! Deb and Jer...you chose the wrong lawyer"

Taco Joe only cares about making sure that his side "wins." His crocodile concern for Baby Lisa's welfare is nothing but crapola. And until he's willing to keep all of the players in the pack, his brand of "helpful" won't be worth a tinker's damn.

But he still wants to run everything. The jackass.

At the rate that he's going, he might protect his clients. But he's also going to run any chance of finding out what happened to Baby Lisa...right into the ground.

Yeah, Joe likes to talk...as much as Deborah Bradley and Jeremy Irwin...don't. But has he established a line of communication with the kidnapper? Has he discovered any hot leads? Is Baby Lisa Renee Irwin sitting in a loving family member's arms, right now?

No, No, and No.

This case is so pathetic, that a person finally created a page on Facebook called: "Deborah Bradley's Conscience."

There's a reason that the person created that page. As I pointed out, in response to the page: "Wrong is rising so high now that even little babies aren't safe, anymore. It's gotten to the point where you either go postal, watch an episode of the "Steve Wilkos" show or create a page like this."

Many of us, in the United States, are getting tired of watching the bad people win. We're fed up.

God help Baby Lisa.


My Poem To Baby Lisa:

~~*Are you cold, Baby?
Or are you safe and warm?
Is someone holding you, Baby?
And keeping you from harm?
Sweet Baby Lisa...
With those pretty bluebell eyes
You are caught between a mystery
And someones evil lies...
I'm praying for you, Lisa
That you won't be alone
May angels find you
And surround you
Until it's time for you to come home.~~*

"This Is Only A Test"

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You Believe "THEM", Right?

When most people drive down that long stretch of Interstate road...they never notice it. Of course they don't...it stands on top of a mesa...in the background...and it is never illuminated...in any way...at night.

But it's there. For a serious reason. And most people don't know what that reason is.

Most people don't.

But some people do.

That tower is linked to an evil project. And it's almost ready to begin.

On a day in early November, it will go through a trial run. In January 2012, it will be released, for real.

And most people won't understand what's happening when it hits.

But some people will.

There are some hateful humans in our Country. And they are determined to make everything...and everyone...adjust to their way of thinking.

Not since Hitler has anyone tried to "alter" society to this extent.

"THEY" are now.

It will start with a series of sinister vibrations...tremors that will affect different geographic locations...like the State of Oklahoma.

Then the sound, part of a clandestine plot, will be transmitted across the Country. That sound will contain a code...and that code will change everything.

Because it will re-arrange the thought process in people's minds. It will literally grab hold of people's brain cells and twist them around. Only those with "normal" brains will be affected. Those with brain damage, mental retardation (including Downs Syndrome) or dementia will drop in their tracks. And they will die. In seconds.

They won't have a chance.

This horrible action will jump from a secret tower to another and then to another. All the way across the entire Country. From Maine to Florida to Texas to Arizona to Nevada to California to Idaho to Washington State. A tainted technology will travel at a terrible speed...into every home...vehicle...workplace...hospital...it will even affect those in law enforcement...

...except for those who already know that "IT" is coming. "Those who know" will be unaffected. For "THEY" are already "clean" and "in control."

Even the deaf will "hear" the tone when it reaches their ears.

And then, the "Re-Arrangement" will begin.

The preparations are almost complete.

The trial run is coming. And it will begin with the famous words, "This Is Only A Test."
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The Silent Night Of Missing Children

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Transcript From The Video:

How will this all end?

Lindsey Jo Baum, Kyron Richard Horman and Baby Lisa Renee Irwin represent every child that has gone missing in this Country. They represent who we are and what we are...at this stage in history...as a Nation. The very fact that those three children are gone at all...reflects badly on our Country.

It does.

"We pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the United States of America...but please don't ask us where the missing child is...our lawyer has advised us not to answer any questions."

I SINCERELY hope that Lindsey, Kyron and Baby Lisa are returned, alive. But I am beginning to wonder if the red stripes on our American flag are now representing the blood from missing children.

There is a monster among us. And while people continue well-meant campaigns against Wall Street and for our next President...the monster remains.

It is a monster that needs to be destroyed. It is a monster that is doing everything it can to make us forget about the value of children...even...children like Lindsey, Kyron and little baby lisa.
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P.S.: YouTube can kiss my ass.

Happy Face In The Wrong Place?

Does it look like anybody you know?

11/04/11: KMBC-TV: Better Than The Pope In The Pizza!

PRIVATE MESSAGE

And THAT is the name of THAT tune!

Craig Newcomer--UPDATE

11/01/11: THE RECORD HERALD: NEWCOMER TRIAL SET FOR MARCH 2012
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He says that he is innocent. He says that he did nothing wrong. That remains to be decided.

But time has passed and this year is beginning to fold up like the leaves on the trees.

And Craig Newcomer is finally going to have to deal with what happened. The second phase of the judicial process has begun.

But I believe that the outcome will involve more than just time spent in court. And I'm going to sit back and watch it all play out.

For those of you who don't know who Craig is (or who he was to me), read this post .

The old saying declares that "the truth will you free." But in Craig Newcomer's case, it just might put him away...

...but not because he bashed-in a guy's brain.