Make T.J. Go Away, Updated

What should Thomas J Lane lose...now that he's taken so much away?

I know that this is going to be a point of controversy (it already is) in the weeks to come.

I considered it, myself.

And then I read THIS .

Now I think that T.J. Lane should get the death penalty. And I don't care about how he was raised...or what his parents did...or how young he is...or what his emotional problems are.

He's got a much bigger problem now and it is one of his own making.

Thomas J Lane planned his attack. He (obviously) wrote stories about it. Then he walked in, sat down and opened fire. He fatally wounded three young people without a shred of mercy. And he shot two more people and never missed a beat.

As far as I'm concerned, Lane gave up the right to his mortal existence the first time that he pulled the trigger, that day. He had delusions of grandeur and no appreciation for what he already had.

Truly, T.J. Lane is a fool. A dangerous one.

He obtained a weapon and ammunition. He worked-out a plan. And then he followed-through with his agenda...to injure and execute a handful of innocent human beings. T.J. Lane knew exactly what he was doing when he did it.

Now he deserves to die. And when the legal wheels stop turning, I sincerely hope he gets capital punishment.
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UPDATE:

According to the Associated Press: "Children convicted of juvenile crimes in Ohio are typically behind bars only until they turn 21 in the most serious cases. But Prosecutor David Joyce has already said he plans to charge Lane as an adult, meaning he could face life in prison without parole if convicted of similar adult charges.

Minors are not eligible for the death penalty in Ohio, whether they are convicted as juveniles or adults."

LANE'S RECORDS RELEASED/WHERE HE GOT THE GUN
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Daniel Parmertor's funeral will be held Saturday at 10 a.m. at St. Mary's Church in Chardon.

Demetrius Hewlin's funeral will be on Tuesday at 10 a.m. at the Church of St. Mary.

Russell King's funeral will take place on Thursday at 10 a.m. at the Church of St. Mary. Address: 401 North Street, Chardon, Ohio.

Chardon High School: Beginning Again...

CLEVELAND.COM NEWS: COMPREHENSIVE UPDATE

FOX NEWS: 911 CALLS/UPDATE FROM PROSECUTOR



How will the young people in Chardon, Ohio begin again?

I believe that they will by coming together like they did at last night's candlelight vigil.



It is obvious that Chardon has a link to God. And I am sure that God has a strong link to Chardon.

So the students at Chardon High School will pick up their book bags and take hold of God's hand and start over. It will be a difficult but proper thing to do. All of the teachers, the staff and the bus drivers...Will. Just. Begin. Again.

According to media reports, Joy Rickers has been given a miraculous second chance. I am sincerely praying for Nickolas Walczak's recovery. Daniel Parmertor, Russell King Jr. and Demetrius Hewlin are gone. Their deaths have broken hearts in the Chardon community and across our Country.

Yes, Daniel, Russell and Demetrius have passed away but there are many more students who will stand up and walk in their place. And those young people will carry with them the true meaning of what life is all about. Watch them. They will prove that the true spirit of Chardon, Ohio will live on, forever.
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STUDENTS WILL WALK TOGETHER, BACK TO SCHOOL

The Chardon Shooting: The Question Remains Unanswered

-T.J. LANE, NO BULLETT HIT HIS BRAIN-



-ONE OF THE VICTIMS, RUSSELL KING-

THE CHARDON SHOOTING VICTIMS: A PICTURE GALLERY




-TJ...TAKEN AWAY-

WHAT T.J. LANE WILL DEAL WITH NOW

CHARDON HIGH SCHOOL'S "HEALING AND TRANSITION PLAN"



I'm still hanging on that original question: "WHY?"

(In the meantime, events have been taking place, behind the scenes, that are related to my life. I will post a road update this evening.)

Now we all know that THE DEATH TOLL from Thomas Lane's manic episode, has now risen to three.


Demetrius Hewlin , (Hewlin's Gift Of Life) Russell King Jr. and Daniel Parmertor never had a chance. It's obvious that Lane is mentally unstable. But why did he mix his madness with other's blood?

WHY?

FROM VIOLENCE...VIOLENCE COMES?

What would survivor, JOY RICKERS, say?

Daniel Parmertor's parents say: "Danny didn't deserve this."

Ohio School Shooting: Why? (UPDATED)

-PHOTO OF THE SHOOTER, THOMAS J LANE-
-A PHOTO THAT HID THE TRUTH-


-PHOTO OF THE SHOOTER, THOMAS J LANE-


-PHOTO OF THE SHOOTER, THOMAS J LANE-

-PHOTO:NOW PUBLIC.COM NEWS-
-FURTHER PHOTO EDITS BY RUTH RADER-
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-PHOTO OF SHOOTING VICTIM DANIEL PARMERTOR-






-CLICK ON THE VIDEO ABOVE TO GO TO LIVE, CONTINUING TELEVISED COVERAGE OF THIS SITUATION-
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WASHINGTON POST: PICTURE GALLERY: OHIO SCHOOL SHOOTING

"My friends were crawling on the floor, and one of my friends was bent over the table, and he was shot," the newspaper quoted Mueller as saying. "It was almost like a firecracker went off. I turned around and saw (T.J. Lane) standing with a gun, and I saw him take a shot."--A Student's Reaction, CNN NEWS.
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WKYC-TV NEWS, UPDATED COVERAGE

CNN: THIS JUST IN: OHIO SCHOOL SHOOTING

Why? It always comes down to that question, doesn't it?

Why.

Why is a student able to access a gun and ammunition?

Why does a student become that angry?

Why does a student become so desensitized that he can stomach taking another human life?

Why is a student allowed to become so wound-up that he finds it necessary to "act-out" with a gun?

Why didn't the staff at the school notice any warning signs from the student, before the shooting, and intervene?

And, last but most definitely not least:

Why didn't that student's parents prevent this latest tragedy?

By high school age, young men and women are becoming adults...one lesson at a time...and they should know better. The laws of right and wrong should already be embedded in each student's conscience.

As of this posting, one student has died as a result of the shooting in suburban Cleveland, Ohio this morning. That is devastating news.

Back when I attended high school, the biggest "crime" consisted of smoking pot in the parking lot, drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes in the school rest room or getting pregnant at a back road party. Nobody even thought about shooting someone else.

It. Just. Didn't. Happen.

It's happening now.

Which brings me back to the first question:

Why?

"Not A Day Goes By" Kyron Horman

-PHOTO EDITS BY RUTH RADER-
-TAKEN FROM ANOTHER PHOTOGRAPH-

I would like all of you to watch and listen to "Today's Featured Video" by the singer, Bernadette Peters. I have dedicated the song that she performed, called "Not A Day Goes By" to the still missing boy, Kyron Horman.

Please play the video and say a prayer for Kyron.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I got a good rest at the motel in Lewiston. When I went to check-out, the motel owner bought a taxi that took me all the way to the end of Clarkston.

I walked a couple of miles past that point and finally got a ride from a nice guy named Tom. He took me to a small town on Highway 12 and dropped me off at a little cafe. He gave me some money, a smile and then he was gone.

I went in and found the place empty, except for the cook who was bored and looking for something to do.

After I ate, arrangements were made for me to stay in the local, hole-in-the-wall motel. I was grateful for the gesture, but I had to change rooms when I watched a mouse run across the floor. There was no wi-fi there and the soap was the size of a postage stamp. But the water was hot in the shower and there were lots of towels on the rack. So, it was all good.

After I ate breakfast at the little cafe, the owner smiled, refused to take my money and said, "Good Luck!"

I left the cafe and walked, headfirst, into a snowstorm. I struggled against the howling wind, all the way to the edge of town. I found an old concrete and iron sewer cap, sticking up about a foot out of the ground and sat down on it.

Picture me, huddled on the side of the road, in the middle of a blizzard...and you've got an accurate mental snapshot of what I went through this morning. I was determined to continue on my journey. So I sat there and shivered.

Finally, a woman named Rose, who says that she is a nurse, stopped her car and offered me a ride. I climbed in and she turned on the heater in my seat. After a few minutes, it felt lovely. After my teeth stopped chattering, I told her what I am doing.

She is fascinated. She even took my picture.

When we got to the next sizable town, we agreed that I should not return to the road until tomorrow. The weather was just too crazy and cold today for me to go any further.

So I am now in this motel. My belly is full, a Diet Dew is sitting beside me on the desk and I am listening to Carly Simon's album, "Torch" on Rdio.

Tomorrow I will return to the road.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I'm sitting in this warm motel room, dressed in my jammies, sitting on this comfy bed and typing away on my laptop.

The classic rock song, "Some Kind Of Wonderful" by Grand Funk Railroad, is playing in my ears.

I just ate two tangerines with an apple and washed it down with fresh orange juice.

"Can I get a witness?" (lyric from "Some Kind Of Wonderful).

I ate a pretty good dinner at the local Dairy Queen and I now have enough quarters to take the bus back to Highway 12, tomorrow.

How did this all happen?

God did it.

Despite and in spite of the two women that tried to do me wrong...God stepped-in and said, "Oh no, you don't...you're not going to do that to Ruthie, tonight."

Yeah, you two may have fooled me once but you won't do it, again. No, you won't. I wondered what was going on when you put me through a total questionnaire at Pizza Hut. And I bet that you didn't think that I realized that something wasn't fitting together. Even then.

I'm warning you: Stay out of my way. If I see you, I will look right through your ugliness and never acknowledge your existence. That's a promise. Because you two aren't worth my attention. I'll just let God deal with you. He took good care of me. I'm sure that He'll take care of you, too. Yeah, I just bet He will.

Yeah, you sure asked ME a lot of questions. But you didn't want to discuss much about yourselves. You cowards. You creeping, crawling, crass collections of crap. Keep your distance...the mud of your mindset does not belong in my life's house.

Be gone.

Stephanie, Diana And Lies To Me

Here I am, listening to a fountain pour freezing cold water down into a stone tub. I am sitting on a wrought-iron chair, typing on my laptop, which is sitting on a wrought-iron table...outside a florist shop.

They have a sign that says that this is a wi-fi hotspot. So I took a chance, took out my laptop and voila! I am connected to the Internet.

I am in Lewiston, Idaho right now. I was supposed to be going to Oregon, tonight. But here is what happened, instead:

I was set-up. Lied to. And tricked. I know that's what has happened here. And I bet that I know exactly who is behind what happened to me.

And I am angry. You bet I am. But more than that, I am disappointed.

I am disgusted with two women who have no scruples, ethics or integrity of any kind. They are phony and their actions were disgraceful.

I am going to have a tough time staying warm tonight. This is because I have very little hope that I am going to have any help of any kind in this small-town city. That's what they were hoping for...that I would end up out here in the cold.

One way or another, they will get paid back for what they did to me. One of them stepped forward and swore that the other one would drive me down to Oregon, today. But they also made darn sure that all of the money that I had left would be spent before they pulled their little stunt. And even when I double-checked (as a result of a message that I received on Facebook, today)with the driver via a phone call at the police department earlier this afternoon (because the library wouldn't let me use their phone)I was told that the driver said that she would be taking me to Oregon.

And then four hours later, she told a man at the sheriff's department (the police station window was closed) that she had decided not to take me down. I was stuck, stranded and left on my own. And the other woman? The one who initiated this fake deal in the first place?

She won't answer her phone now.

So now I am here. And it's getting colder. And I don't know where I will go to stay warm, tonight.

Those two women will eventually have to answer to God. Even if they never have the nerve to answer to me.

LIGHT IT UP!!!

-Altered Google Doodle By Ruth Rader-

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I was very tired when the cop shook me this morning. I woke up in the lobby of the police station and a sort of gray daylight was beginning to fill the sky.

I picked up my backpack and dragged myself into the rest room. It was time to get ready to go.

When I saw the clock on the building up the street, I realized that it was only 7am. And there I was, back on the road, again.

I walked and walked through the cold, morning air and when I finally reached a spot where I could hitchhike, it started to rain. It took awhile but I finally got a ride from a woman with a beautiful Hungarian accent.

She drove me to her home in Pullman, Washington. Her husband was running on a treadmill in the living room. Heat was crackling from the electric fireplace and President Obama was speaking on a huge flat screen TV.

The woman cooked me breakfast and put my wet jacket and gloves in the dryer. I played with two adorable dogs and tried to stay awake.

Later, the woman's husband drove me down here to Lewiston, Idaho. He got me a room in this motel and gave me some money, too. Today has been all about getting rest, which is what I am going to resume doing, in a little while.

Tomorrow I will head back into Washington (but farther south and away from Spokane) and then Oregon. It is Oregon that I am looking forward to walking back into, for several reasons.

The woman's husband talked with me about Man's inhumanity to Man (and woman). He is Hungarian, too and he is in his eighties. He remembers what happened to many of his people during World War II.

As he put it, "I had many ways to die."

And it is a miracle that he survived.

It was hard to wrap my mind around how I was treated in Washington, yesterday. There is so much affluence in the Spokane area and yet so much selfishness. The general population there is so White that it's ugly.

After I was left to shiver in the falling show...beside that dark highway...before I was rescued last night...I got angry. I still am.

I have the right to be.

The only thing that will evolve from the mindset that prevented many people from intervening on my behalf, yesterday...is a repeat of what happened in World War II.

But, no matter how deep it was buried, in the mass grave trenches...or how high it rose with the smoke from the ovens...the TRUTH survived and it still remains, today.

Love me or hate me. But be mindful of what your mindset will ultimately make YOU out to be.

Yes, there are many ways to die. But there is only one real way...to live.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I should have known when the day began much too nicely. I should have seen the ominous clouds, lurking just behind the sunbeams.

I should have realized that the day that started so perfectly would disintegrate into a cruel chaos.

And, of course, it wasn't fair.

But it did play-out exactly like I will describe it, here:

I woke up in the king-sized bed with the raspberry blankets and the many pillows. I yawned, stretched, used the rest room, started the coffee, flicked-on The Weather Channel and jumped into the shower.

I was preparing, like a true warrior, to go back on the road. But I had no idea, then, just how tough the battle would eventually become.

Breakfast at the hotel was substantial and I enjoyed the yogurt, boiled eggs, pancakes, biscuits & gravy, cereal, milk, orange juice, cranberry juice and (GASP!) coffee. Little did I know then that my next bite of food would not be for hours and hours.

I went out to the ramp when the time bell rang, and assumed the position in the snow. About ten-minutes later, a woman in a van stopped to pick me up. I got in and slid the door shut. After the woman dropped her daughter off at home, we were off.

We stopped for coffee along the way and commiserated like old pals. She drove me into Washington State and dropped me off next to a guard rail in that same State. We both thought that it would be a great jump-off point. We thought wrong.

In fact, EVERYTHING in the Spokane, Washington area is wrong. It just is.

I sat in the same spot for eight hours and never got a ride. I walked back to the gas station, through the snow and darkness, and the people there just blew me off. So I called the cops and THEY told me that they "aren't a taxi service." So they wouldn't come out and give me a ride, anywhere.

I was on my own.

So I walked back out onto the dark road and a young woman finally decided to give me a ride to the next town. Then she left me, literally, out in the middle of nowhere. Fortunately, I got a ride about fifteen-minutes later from a couple who brought me all the way to the police station in the town that I'm in, now.

The cops here gave me some munchies, allowed me to stay in the lobby and let me use the City Hall wi-fi.

I am very tired and I will probably have to get back on the road, today. That is not a good thing. I need rest and I haven't gotten enough of it...but I have had enough of Washington State.

If It's You...

I have been receiving friendship requests on my Facebook page, lately. The requests are coming from people that I don't know...at all.

I don't automatically add anyone to my small "inner-circle" on Facebook. I never will.

So if you just want to communicate with me, and keep it anonymous, I suggest that you contact me, here. Just leave me a comment.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

AMBER ALERT, BUT...?



UPDATED INFORMATION!



An Amber Alert has been issued for Ubaldo, Mirella, and Esmerelda Guerrero-Lopez. Read about it HERE .

One of the reasons why this concerns me is because this story has been repeated by several media outlets. However, the ticker on my blog doesn't have a listing for them.

So does Bertha Guerrero-Castro really have those kids or not? Are the children really in danger?
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I am going to be making my way toward the State of Oregon, today. That will mean that I will be leaving Idaho, crossing through Washington State and finally reuniting with good ol' familiar Interstate 84.

I am still battling with this bout of bronchitis and I know that eventually I will have to get right off the road, for awhile.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

Me, sitting in this hotel, tonight...bathed and jammied... and ready to jump into that big bed behind me!
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I am now in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Amazing!

I got up off the "window seat" where I dozed last night and looked outside. It looked so cold.

Then I bundled-up and headed out the door of that rest area in Bozeman, Montana.

It was 7 above zero when I finally reached the on ramp to Interstate 90 heading West. A young guy picked me up and brought me to a cop in Belgrade. The piss ant policeman ran his mouth and never did a positive thing for me.

But before I walked away from him, I left him with a haunting message: "The next time that you see someone in need...the next time that somebody asks you for help...I bet you're going to see my face. Then you're going to ask yourself if I am okay and if you could have done something for me."

The guy who eventually picked me up and brought me here, swears that I put a curse on the cop. Maybe I did. Although, if you ask ME, I think that jerk of an officer put the curse on HIMSELF.

I was really blessed, today. The first ride took me to Manhattan, Montana. The second ride, a young couple on a road trip, took me from Manhattan to Missoula, Montana. I ended up giving them the sleeping bag and I headed up the ramp to ride number three.

The third driver, a guy who was coming back from a work assignment in North Dakota, drove me here to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. He bought me this room, dinner and gave me enough quarters to do my laundry.

We had a great conversation and parted on very good terms. That benevolent guy and I are both Virgos but we are still different in some ways. But as I sank into a steaming, bubble bath this evening, I thought about him and smiled. I still am.

Tomorrow I will get back on the road, again. Refreshed and ready. And I will be thankful that a guy in a painter's van decided to partner with God and blessed my gypsy soul.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I am at the "Rest Area Ritz" in Bozeman, Montana, tonight.
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It is snowy and cold, outside and I am sitting on a wooden bench...on the other side of the window glass. People are coming in and going out, at regular intervals while I listen to Pandora Internet radio and type.

It has been a long week!

I have hitchhiked through Iowa, South Dakota (with one bus ride from Mitchell to Rapid City) and into Montana. I have hitchhiked through the "Eastern Outback" of Montana, including the obscure outposts of Alzeda and Broadus. And then I was granted a bus ride from Miles City to Billings, Montana.

I was dropped-off in a small town, yesterday evening. The people there bought me a room at the local Super 8 hotel. I took a long, hot bubble bath and slept in a cozy, queen-sized bed with four pillows on it. I made my own coffee and ate homemade soup and fresh-baked cookies.

Tonight, I am sitting in the main building in this rest area and comforting myself with the free wi-fi. It's rather chilly in here, but it's modern, well-lit and equipped with cameras. This is the only place that is available to me, tonight. This is all that the affluent community of Bozeman is willing to offer me.

I ate a bowl of noodles, two granola bars and some applesauce. That was my dinner, tonight. I am obviously still hungry but there is nothing that I can do about it. I spent my last $1.75 on a vitamin drink from the vending machine. Now I am broke.

It will be very cold when I leave this building, tomorrow morning. I am concerned about ice and if I will get a ride on Sunday morning.

But the worst part about this situation is the fact that the bronchitis that I struggled with last December, has returned. I am getting sick...again.

I have spent too much time out in chilly temperatures. I have eaten on the fly and I haven't gotten enough rest. I have been running on the road, almost day-after-day and now I am wearing out.

I just want to get to some place where I can stop for a week or so. And, despite the fact that I have no medical insurance, I'm going to have to go see a doctor, again.

May God grant me blessings. Soon.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I am in the middle of Montana, now. I managed to get past Billings and I'm going to be heading for Bozeman, today. But I hope to get much further. There is a snow-maker blowing in from the West Coast and it looks like I will meet it, tonight.

I will try to get online, again, either today or tonight. Then I will post a much more detailed update.

Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Three

I ended up back in Spearfish, South Dakota that night. Despite Porkella's attitude, the "Chaplain" put me in a motel room. The next morning, I walked through the city until I found a good place to start hitchhiking. And I did.

I got a ride up to Belle Fourche, South Dakota where I tried to get a ride up Highway 85. No one stopped.

So I walked over to Highway 212 and tried my luck there. After two rides, I finally stood in the dusty parking lot of a truck stop outpost. I was now in Southeastern Montana.

The owners of the truck stop, a man and his wife, took me to an old, double-wide trailer near their house. The trailer has a kitchen, dining room, a washer and dryer, a queen-sized bed in the bedroom, bathroom with shower and an attached garage. It also caught the wi-fi signal from the main house when I set-up my laptop in the unheated garage.

I spent two nights at the trailer. Then the wife drove me up to a larger town, this morning and dropped me off with money in my hand. A young man picked me up and drove me all the way from that town to where I am now: Miles City, Montana.

Tomorrow I will be back on the road, again.

Meanwhile, the following situation developed in Montana and ended in Nevada. The young girl is very lucky to be alive. She did a very stupid thing. Let this be a lesson to any other kid who considers doing something this dumb:

Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Two

I was dirty but I was able to navigate to the morning chapel service.

That is where I met the so-called "chaplain" and his superficial, pig of a wife. (Reee! Reee! Snort!) Oh, how I hope that someone eventually kicks her ass. KICK HER ONCE, FOR ME, DAMMIT!

Yeah, she is that bad.

The guy was okay, for the most part, just not real bright. He was also totally led by Porkella, his lard-lagging wife.

Well, Porkella got it in her fat head that I was enjoying a conversation with her husband...just a little too much. So, after her curly tail into a tighter knot, she squealed and kicked-up a fuss.

The Chaplain and his "barnyard" wife took me with them, after the shelter church service, from Rapid City, South Dakota to a little town in Wyoming. Then they dropped me off by the ramp to I-90.

I stuck out my thumb and 45 minutes later, a Wyoming State Trooper pulled his cruiser over and stopped. He gave me an official "warning" paper and told me that I couldn't hitchhike on the Interstate in Wyoming. He also said that if I was spotted in the action of hitchhiking (or even holding up a sign) by a State Trooper, again...I would go directly to jail.

My wings are now officially clipped in the State of Wyoming.

Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part One

Well, here I am: In a tiny town in the Southeastern corner of Montana. And how I got here is a story, in itself.

And no, I am not in a motel. Nor am I in a homeless shelter.

I am in an older trailer with a full kitchen, living room, washer & dryer, a bathroom with a shower and a bedroom that includes a very comfy bed. The trailer is a stone's throw from the owner's house. The couple who owns this trailer and their house also own the local truck stop.

They've sort of adopted me for a short time.

(Let's roll back the tape to last Saturday)

I spent Friday night in a motel in Mitchell, South Dakota. The "Powers-That-Be" decided that it was too cold for me to hitchhike. So they put me in a motel on Friday night and onto a bus on Saturday afternoon. The bus took me from Mitchell to Rapid City, South Dakota.

I stayed at the local mission on Friday night. I didn't get to do my laundry or take a shower. In fact, I barely got dinner, there.

The next day, I rose up off of the cot that I tried all night to sleep on...and found out that Whitney Houston died. There I was, where I could barely get a bowl of beans...and I heard that Whitney probably doped herself to death.

And I decided that the Black Diva, who apparently was diving back into drugs and alcohol, never appreciated how good she had it. And now that she's dead, she never will. Dim Wit-ney.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I was cold...shivering, teeth-chattering, fingertip-stinging, my-butt-is-freezing COLD!

It is like that, during the Winter months, in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

I woke up in a small town in Northern Iowa, yesterday. A woman who works at a convenience store in that town, drove me to Sioux Falls and dropped me off on the I-90 ramp. Five minutes after she left, I started feeling it. And as the minutes passed by, I just got COLDER.

The wind was part of the problem. According to the National Weather Service, the wind chill was frozen at -20F when I stood by that Interstate highway, yesterday. The N.W.S. is forecasting the same temperature scenario for today...here in Mitchell, South Dakota.

I might be on a bus, today. If it works out, I will be very happy. The bus will take me part of the way across South Dakota. That is the farthest that I will travel today. This latest cold snap will prevent me from going any further.

Wish me luck.

About Braden, Charlie And Choice

2/10/12: THE EXAMINER: IT'S ALL ABOUT BRADEN AND CHARLIE

I am in Northern Iowa, now and today I will head into South Dakota. And I am very grateful to the people who chose to help me. I traveled across many miles and stayed safe and warm at night.

I proclaim the small city of Blair, Nebraska to be the nicest town that I've interacted with on this trip. I declare Cortland, Nebraska and Holstein, Iowa to be the worst.

And that's how it's been...as I've hitchhiked across the "Heartland"...an up-and-down yin and yang. Some folks have been friendly and some people have been poisonous.
There's been no in-between.

The Wasteboro aka Westboro wacko red necks from Kansas are up in arms, again. And considering the way that they're thinking, they might as well have their heads (depending on which one fits where) up each other's ass. Considering their obsession with that particular activity, I may not be that far from the truth.

Those media-hounds are planning to hang-out and raise a ruckus (and a sign or two) at the funeral for the Powell boys, Charlie and Braden. Wasteboro swears that what happened to those two beautiful boys is the direct result of God's wrath. They claim that God is angry about Washington State's relaxed stance toward same-sex relationships.

So they're going to stage another one of their protests...in the wrong place...and at the wrong time. They can't help themselves. Wasteboro isn't just wasted...it's stuck on stupid.

This time, however, there is supposedly a new wrinkle in the rub: If Wasteboro incites bad behavior at the funeral, they'll be arrested. That is, if they don't get their heads pounded and run over by some pissed-off bikers, first.

The Wasteboro group is obviously comprised of jack shit fools. And they still haven't figured-out, how to flush their wrong attitude, down a drain into oblivion. They see no reason to do so. They don't recognize what they're doing wrong.

Never mind the fact that Charlie and Braden died a horrible death along with their monster father. Forget the fact that Josh Powell chased his boys into a room and attacked them with an ax. Dismiss the reality that the boys died in a storm of pain and fear. Yeah, that's just a minor detail, isn't it, Wasteboro?

No, it isn't.

Which brings me back to me.

I have met both good and bad people on the road. A family that I know, in Kansas, is very different from me, in a number of ways. But they didn't pass by me when I was standing cold, on the road. They fed me and let me sleep in their house. When I got sick, they made sure that I got safely to a hospital that was miles away, in the middle of the night.

But when I was on the road yesterday, many people ignored my shivering and just drove by. It was close to sunset before I finally got a ride that brought me six miles into the next town.

The young man who brought me in from the cold didn't do it because we are kindred spirits. He is Native American and very different from Ruthie Rader. He did it because he knows that an ice cold spot is no place for anyone to be. Especially at night.

We all have choices to make, every day: We can write-off someone or treat that person with respect. We can stop and give somebody a ride. Or we can wave and then drive by that person that's standing in the cold air. We can love children or put them through a horrible death. And we can stand solemn in the presence of God and celebrate two innocent lives at a funeral. Or we can attempt to mar that occasion with disgraceful behavior. We can choose to stand at a sick friend's bedside or disconnect when that friend is in his or her most vulnerable position. Yes, we all have choices to make, every day.

And today, before the sun comes up, I pray that YOU will make the choices that are best for you and everyone else around you. Hug a child, visit a person who is sick, counsel a friend, give the gift of your heart to someone who is grieving...

...And if you happen to see me, standing on the shoulder of a road...stop and pick me up. Because I guarantee: For every good choice that you make, today...ten more will be made for you.

Because God makes choices, too.

Josh Powell: A Point Made? (Updated)

2/10/12: FOX NEWS: POWELL'S COMPUTER REVEALS INTEREST IN INCEST

VERY DISTURBING 911 TAPES:






The first conversation, between the Case Worker and the 911 Dispatcher, shows just how pathetic and worthless the Case Worker was in this situation. She should be fired and never allowed to have an occupation like that, again.

The 911 Dispatcher: DITTO!

She, possibly named Elizabeth, should NEVER have let go of the children's hands! She should have gauged Josh Powell's mental state, from a safe distance, before releasing the children to him.

AND, knowing the situation (the "high profile" details) the CASE WORKER never should have gone to that residence without another adult.
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Josh Powell: Now the World knows his name. But I wonder why nobody ever had him committed to a mental institution?

It was obvious to me, two years ago, when I watched the so-called "Blue Cap" impromptu interview, that Powell was mentally ill. So why didn't someone, close to the situation, take matters-in-hand and prevent Josh Powell from having any contact with the two boys? Why?

There will always be excuses for the official lack of intervention. But there will never be a satisfactory explanation. It's as if the ones who were supposed to be responsible for those kids had blinders on. And so they never saw how serious Josh's mental state really was.

Until it was too late.

Let this be a lesson: If there are indications, that something is seriously wrong with a parent, then intervene. When children are in a potentially bad situation, take action. Because when it comes to kids, a parent's wrong behavior is never something that every other responsible adult should just ignore.

THE OREGON TRANSFORMATION WEBSITE

OREGON'S UNPAID BILLS/THE OREGON TRANSFORMATION WEBSITE.

Believe it or not, the above-listed article actually exists.

It does because the situation in Oregon is so bad.

Yes, it is.

One of the reasons why, is spread out for the public to see, every day, on West Burnside Avenue in Portland, Oregon.

You want to see where some of the money is going?

Take a walk down by the Burnside bridge...then Union Station...the rest of China Town...then up to Powell's book store (assuming that it's still there)...

...and you will see a disaster. And then there's the OTHER side of the bridge.

The creeping cancer is spreading. Oregon can no longer contain it. Nor can the State afford it.

Sure, a big building was transformed in downtown Portland, in a foolish effort to improve the situation. It isn't working. And neither are the people who utilize it.

I visited Portland last Fall. And I noticed one significant change: The problem has gotten worse.

But the mess isn't limited to Portland, anymore. It exists all over the State.

Now I'm wondering: Is the Oregon Transformation website ALL that Oregonians have left to hold onto?

If that's the case, the good citizens of Oregon better hang on for dear life.

Charlie And Braden Powell, Funeral Arrangements

NOTE: I regret that it took me so long to correct this information. I was on the road all day so I was unable to get back online until now:

[ A funeral service will be held for Charlie and Braden Powell on Saturday, February 11, beginning at 11 a.m. at the Life Center Church, 1717 S Union Avenue in Tacoma.

The service was initially planned for The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Puyallup, but the family agreed to move it for two reasons -- to a venue large enough to hold the expected number of attendees, and to a venue where television cameras could broadcast it. The family wants the broadcast so mourners in Utah who can't travel to Tacoma can watch the service.

The public is encouraged to carpool to the funeral service.

There will be a private family burial on Monday. ]

--Information Courtesy of KING 5 News, Seattle, Washington

A Guest Book, where you can leave words of comfort to the family, is included at the above-listed link.

Private Message

PRIVATE MESSAGE:

Some people just prefer to remain Anonymous.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I was almost frozen to the spot, just outside of Lincoln, Nebraska, when he pulled his "soccer mom" wagon over and offered me a ride.

A local cop had checked on me awhile before that and I shooed him away.

But THIS guy didn't match the vehicle that he was driving. And I swore that I'd seen him before.

He was wearing a bandanna, wrap-around shades (on a very overcast, snowy day) and a black shirt from Sturgis. Old tattoos ran the length of his arms and he had the air of someone who was trying to pull something off. And he did.

Almost.

It took several takes before I put it all together. But I never let on that I did.

He drove me all the way from Lincoln, Nebraska to this community near the Iowa border.

He dropped me off at the local truck stop and said goodbye. I smiled as I walked away.

I walked a quarter-of-a-mile down the road and then turned and assumed the position.

A County Mountie spotted me but didn't intervene. Then, about five chilly minutes later, a local cop did.

I guess the "powers-that-be" decided that I should have one decent memory before I leave Nebraska. So, tonight I will sleep in a comfortable bed at this nice hotel.

I consider it to be a nice send-off. Thank you, MIB.

For Dan:

The Face From Hell

Just in case you want to throw darts at them...

These links lead directly to new photos of Casey Anthony:

MURDERER #1

CHILD KILLER #2

AWAITING CONDEMNATION #3

Photos courtesy of Brianne Chantal.

Follow the links on the photos and ask her where SHE got them.

In Memory Of Andy Gabrielson :



2/05/12: STAR TRIBUNE: REMEMBERING ANDY

Re: "Missing Baby Lisa: My View"

I checked my tracker, the other day and discovered a new spike in my blog hits. For some reason, a whole crew of people were checking out a message that I posted last October. The words (and edited photos) posted under the title, "Missing Baby Lisa: My View" and published on Wednesday, October 26, 2011 never elicited one single comment, when the post first went up.

And the post still hasn't brought in any comments. But it sure pulled in quite a few hits, recently.

I don't know why.

It appears that the hits originated from a link on Facebook. Now, if anyone knows why...please enlighten me. Thank you.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

Today was for watching Crime TV, eating pizza, drinking Diet Pepsi (ha!), painting my nails and updating my playlist on Rdio.

Tomorrow will be a challenge. But I am determined to just get out of Nebraska. THIS STATE SUCKS!

I will be happy when I am finally able to say, "Nebraska...No-more-of-ya...Buh-Bye!"

:^P THBZzztt! ***

Ruthie On The Road, Update

A major storm roared across Eastern Nebraska, today. And I had to get to my bank. What happened next, is detailed in this email to Cortland, Nebraska:

ACCUWEATHER SNOW TOTALS

LINCOLN, NEBRASKA JOURNAL-STAR STORM UPDATE

[ To The Community Of Cortland:

I am sending this to you because I want you to know what happened to
me in your community, today.

It was both bad and good.

But it is the level of distrust, permeating the entire experience,
that I want to focus on in this email.

I don't assume for one second that you or anyone else in Cortland is
really going to give a darn about what I
write here. But I'm going to send this email, anyway. And a copy of it
will be put in my blog, because it will give
my readers something to think about.

I am looking forward to reading their reactions to this email to you.

I had to hitchhike to Lincoln, today. But when I started, in Beatrice,
a city police officer intervened. He contacted a deputy
from Gage County. The deputy came and decided to drive me as far as he
could. I'm sure that he meant well because despite
the weather, it was crucial that I got to the bank, today.

On the way to Cortland, he had to stop and pull a woman's car out of a
snowbank. I was well-aware of what I was
facing.

He dropped me off at the Sinclair gas station in Cortland and then
left. The woman standing behind the counter didn't smile
when I walked in the station store. And there wasn't a shred of
kindness in her eyes.

I was under the gun to get to my bank in Lincoln. I had two-dollars in
my purse. Hundreds of dollars were waiting
for me at my bank. I was standing in a gas station, in the middle of a
snow storm and that woman could have be-
haved in a totally different way. But she didn't.

And what she did next is something that she should be ashamed of: She
told me that I couldn't use the phone to
call the Lancaster County Sheriff. She wouldn't let me call anybody.
She just blew me off in as rude a manner as
I've never seen in years. Then, she glared at me and told me that I
could use the phone outside. I told her that I
didn't think that I had enough money to make a call out and she said
that she didn't care.

It gets worse.

I walked out of the station store, intending to find another business
where someone might be more helpful (since
she obviously wanted me to leave) and noticed some folks pumping gas.
I started to ask them if they were going
to Lincoln, and the woman came storming out of the store and yelled,
"You can't ask the customers for a ride!"

There I was, standing in the blowing snow, in an unfamiliar place,
with a pack on my back and a cane in my hand,
and I heard those words come out of her mouth.

I couldn't believe it.

It's obvious that woman is an ugly human being. There is no other
description for her.

It was about 12pm by this time and the storm was in full-swing. I
walked out to the road and struggled up the road
(backing into the snowbank when traffic went by), covering my face
against the freezing cold, and looked around
for a place to go.

I finally saw a fire/rescue truck from another community and flagged
it down. The men bundled me into their truck
and drove me over to the Cortland Volunteer Fire Station.

I talked to the people there and did my best to convince them that I
was really going to my bank to get some money.

In the end, I took a cab the rest of the way into Lincoln. And I paid
an $85 fare.

I got the impression, while I was in Cortland, that nobody trusted me
or really cared what happened to me. To them,
I was either someone to be hated or dealt with like an inconvenient nuisance.

Thank God (literally) that your community is unique. Cortland,
Nebraska now has the dubious distinction of being the
most mean-spirited town that I've ever visited. And I bet that I am
not the only person who feels that way. ]

Ruthie On The Road, Updated

*SNOW RADIO*

KLKN-TV WEATHER (LINCOLN, NEBRASKA)

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Lovely.

And when the storm hits full force, I will be walking down the road with my thumb out. I have no choice.

I've got to hitchhike out and take care of some business on Saturday. That's just the way that life goes, sometimes.

Right now, I have a nice room to rest in. Hopefully, I will end up in another one before the end of tomorrow. I am looking forward to watching the New England Patriots win the Super Bowl on Sunday.

If I make it through this month, I will be in a better position to settle down for the rest of the Winter. And if I am really blessed, I will eventually gather the fragrant blossoms of Spring in my hands, again.

I understand death, now. I almost met it, recently. I almost died.

I'm thinking that I am going to die before I reach sixty-years-old. That is probably going to be my fate.

I love life. But I realize that I've been fortunate to have enjoyed such an amazing ride.

Now I just want to tone down the noise and enjoy the music.

Maybe that's what we should all do: Dance to the low spark of another day.

Just dance.

And twirl slowly around...a few more times...before we say goodbye.

Re: Lisa Irwin: Clips Of Crapola

Dr. Phil Clip #1
Dr. Phil Clip #2
Dr. Phil Clip #3
Dr. Phil Clip #4
Dr. Phil Clip #5








Deborah: "We didn't compare stories and tell each other about how we felt until days later....our daughter was missing, the last thing we're going to do is talk about it."

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Deborah Bradley made me want to vomit, today. And I was disgusted by Jeremy Irwin as he sat there like a guilty goon.

The two of them mouthed the words that their attorney, Joe Tacopina, told them to say. Bradley and Irwin were coached. That fact became obvious as I watched the couple interact with Dr. Phil.

Will Baby Lisa Renee Irwin ever come back?

Not as long as her parents, Deborah Bradley and Jeremy Irwin, continue to find someone else to hide behind. You see, that's the real problem here: Baby Lisa isn't hiding...her parents are.

Re: Lisa Irwin: "We're So Excited..."

KMBC LIVE UPDATES FROM TODAY'S SHOW

DR. PHIL'S PAGE FOR TODAY'S SHOW

"We are so excited about it," Bradley said about the television appearance. "We cannot wait for it, for her face to be all over television again and reach different people."
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"But it is in no way a cold case," Young told NBC Action News in an email. "It is still actively being investigated."

Read more: HERE.
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RAW VIDEO: Jeremy Irwin talks about missing daughter Lisa Irwin



RAW VIDEO: Debbie Bradley talks about missing daughter Lisa Irwin

And there you have it: The Pre-Dr. Phil Commentary At The Door.

But do you think that after the interview is aired, tomorrow, someone is going to come racing back with Baby Lisa in his or her arms?

It would be the right thing to do.

After all, Deborah Bradley is so "excited" and can't wait to have her daughter's face "all over television again."

By golly..Debbie's gonna be a ce-le-brity again! Oh, goody!

Maybe she should go chew on one of Baby Lisa's toy rattles for good measure.

And what's up with Daddy Jeremy, hmmm?

He seemed rather nervous in the above video, didn't he?

Almost guilty, even.

Jeremy, you pathetic fool, why don't you just drop the phony pretense and tell the truth?

I don't want to see Jeremy, anymore. And I don't want to see Deborah, either.

I want to see Lisa Renee Irwin, safe and sound.

I want to see HER while you, Jeremy and you, Deborah, vanish into prison cells...never to be seen on television, ever again.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

It will be a yin and yang day, today. There is a major snowstorm that is moving closer to where I am. I have the Weather Channel on the TV in this motel room. And I am sitting by a window with a woodland view...that will eventually display snow, snow and more snow.

But on the plus side, I am warm and safe, right now. And although I will have to hitchhike out of here, tomorrow, I will eventually land in a nice, warm place, again. Yes, God smiled on me (and so did my bank) and now I will be able to take much better care of myself.

Heh-heh-heh.

I am waiting to watch the "Dr. Phil" show this afternoon. And I will continue to count my blessings and be thankful for the fact that God has given me another day.

Have fun, today, everybody...PEACE.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I got very sick the other night.

I got nauseous and my head started to ache. And I knew that I was in trouble.

Although I didn't want to bother her, I finally woke up my friend Juli. She drove me to the ER, where they told me that I was perilously close to having a stroke.

Then I was poked by or connected to every medical device that's available at that hospital.

The medical staff flurried around me like birds while a machine took my blood pressure every fifteen minutes.

In typical hospital fashion, they took some of my blood and gave me several medications. I got two pills, one IV and one big hypo in the butt.

My blood pressure remained sky-high. Then it slowly began to level-off.

I stayed in the hospital emergency room for the rest of that night.

Two nurses woke me up in the morning. Then another nurse brought me a breakfast tray.

I felt so much better.

Now I hope that the blood-pressure medication that was prescribed to me will work. I also hope that the medication won't cause any nasty side-effects.

Please think good thoughts for me, okay?