This is a follow-up article to the article presented entitled: Texas Senator Exposes Corruption with CPS and Child Abuse Doctors Over Medical Kidnapping of 4-Year-Old Child. link to complete story here
Please note: it is reprinted directly from MedicalKidnap.com. It is being presented here in three installments due to length. This is the 3rd and final installment. The article in its entirety can be found here: link to full article here.
State Senator Bob Hall, who attended the July 2 hearing, recently recounted his observations and his disbelief at the “egregious miscarriage of justice” that is taking place in the case.
To add to the list of offenses, when the July 2 hearing began it was discovered that CPS and the Attorney Ad. Litem had failed to respond to the valid discovery requests from the Pardo’s attorney.
Observers in the courtroom were left searching for anything that CPS had done correctly during their gross mishandling of the case.
Despite the lack of any evidence against the family and the admissions by CPS of their gross and repeated mishandling of the case, Judge Michael Chitty granted every single request made by CPS’s attorney, including leaving Drake in CPS custody, and issued a gag order preventing the family from discussing the case publicly.
CPS saves thousands of children from legitimate situations of abuse. Their incredibly difficult job and the considerable weight of their responsibility is something that none of us should envy. However, when laws are broken without a second thought, CPS can quickly become the source of trauma in a child’s life.
When this happens, judges, lawmakers, and the public must be willing to stand up to defend innocent families.
The jaw-dropping events of the Pardo case follow a series of high profile and egregious errors committed by CPS overreach in Texas.
- In 2018, CPS was sanctioned $127,000 for lying to a Houston judge and fabricating an emergency in order to seize the 2 children of Melissa and Dillon Bright.
- Also in 2018, the two children of Lyndsay and Jason Grant were severely abused during a short stay in the foster care system when CPS wrongfully removed their children after having officially ruled out any abuse by the family.
- In 2017, the Tutt family came through a 3-year nightmare after a CPS caseworker perjured herself and the agency accused the family of having no “state approved homeschool curriculum,” something that does not exist.
- In 2016, CPS was ordered by a Houston judge to pay $27,000 in sanctions and to have agency staff read the U.S. and Texas Constitutions after the judge said CPS “knowingly mislead the court” in order to remove a child who they knew was not in any danger.
- In 2011, CPS was sanctioned $32,000 when the judge found that CPS had acted in “bad faith” to obtain an “illegal” emergency order for the removal of three children.
Since the removal of Drake, the Pardos’ two other children have been fearful of any strangers who enter the house and have asked repeatedly why their brother was taken.
Observers in the courtroom described the illegal removal of Drake Pardo as a “state-sanctioned kidnapping.”
We can’t let them get away with breaking the law and abusing the Pardo family. We need your help to #BringDrakeHome.
So, what can you do to help?
The homeschool community has often rallied to defend each other from state overreach. It’s time to do it again. THSC is raising money to cover the costs of what could be a very expensive legal defense for the Pardos. We need to raise $100,000 to bring Drake home.
Here is what you can do to help #BringDrakeHome:
- Donate and sign the petition to #BringDrakeHome.
- Call Governor Abbott and tell him that Drake Pardo was illegally removed from his family and that Texas needs Governor Abbott to make CPS reform a priority during the legislative interim and during the next legislative session in 2021 (check the action tool below for instructions).
- Pray for the family and for Drake’s safe return.
It is easy to invade one home at a time. If we let them get away with this, they will do it again.
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The woman was apparently preoccupied. But soon as she finished tying her apron, even before she said hello, she turned around so her back faced Bill.
“See if my bow is straight,” she said.
The French Maid’s outfit was classic red trimmed with black. It had full shoulders which fell to a low-cut for the bosoms. The apron was small and rounded, designed to cover just down there. It had a black-ribbon sash that tied in a big bow on the back which is what the woman wanted Bill to make sure was straight.
Before he even knew her name, Bill reached to the bow, took both ends of it, pulled them tight and straight and made sure everything was tight, straight and even.
“All good,” he said.
“I’ll check it in a minute,” the woman said, turning to face him and Jimmy now. “Hi Jimmy,” she said. Then, “I’m Jo Ann.” She reached out a hand for Bill to shake.
“Bill,” he said. They shook hands and looked at one another, really looked at one another, for the first time.
Jo Ann was older, maybe fifty, maybe forties, Bill thought. She was full-figured and big-bosomed, her hair colored dirty blonde. She had reading glasses sitting on her nose and was made-up to a T. She wore flats now, like slippers, but later, for the dinner service, as Bill would learn, the waitresses had to wear open-toe heels.
“Can you cook?” she asked Bill.
“Can you wait tables?” Bill responded.
Before he’d been a cook, if someone had asked him a direct question like that Bill would have looked down to his feet and shyly said a simple yes, or I like to think so, or something to that effect. He’d learned quickly that the cook had to be in charge and being in charge meant you had to assume the lead from the start. Give nothing, get everything was the bottom line of the cook-waitress relationship, and then once the relationship was established it could become give what you want, if anything, and still get everything.
“Touché,” Jo Ann said.
“Where’d they get him?” she asked Jimmy.
Jimmy was standing with his hands in his pockets under his apron. He just shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know the answer yet.
“Where you work before?” Jo Ann asked.
“Down in Columbus. You want to see my driver’s license?”
Jo Ann smiled. “From New York, huh?”
“How could you tell?”
“I can see this is going to be interesting,” Jo Ann said. Then she did a complete turnaround for Bill. “I look okay?” she asked.
Bill didn’t answer immediately. He was calculating. His gut told him tell her to turn around again and let him see her ass. His mind told him he was on probation for ninety days before the union protections kicked in. So he decided to stay quiet and not respond at all.
“Well?” she said.
“Fine,” Bill said. That said, he walked past her toward the little kitchen.
Jimmy didn’t follow immediately. He and Jo Ann talked for a moment, Jimmy’s heavy Greek accent evident. Bill could hear bits of the conversation, her questioning him about the new cook, Jimmy saying he didn’t really know anything other than that this was his first day and they would all see if he could do the job.
Kalista broke it up. She burst through the double doors from the pantry carrying two espressos. She stopped by Bill who was standing by the entrance to the little kitchen and handed him one.
“I put two sugar” she said. “Squeeze the lemon around.”
Then she went over to Jimmy with the other one.
First thing Bill put on the counter in the kitchen was his espresso. He rubbed the lemon rind around the rim of the cup, found the garbage and discarded the rind. He used the little spoon to stir the thick, black liquid.
It was damn good, he decided after tasting it. He was gonna like this place, he thought.
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The uniforms were different from the Suburban’s uniforms. The pants were standard, checkered kitchen pants. The jackets were chef’s jackets, long sleeve, heavy material, double-breasted button down. Bill was also issued a chef’s hat. He would be working in an open hearth restaurant outlet so not only did his head have to be covered, but he had to look good too.
“She likes you,” Jimmy Ganotis said. “She doesn’t do that with everyone. I’ve never seen her do it with anyone else.” He laughed, seemingly finding how Millie acted quite amusing.
“Well,” Bill said, “I’m married.”
“That never stopped anyone,” Jimmy said. “It never stopped anyone and it doesn’t mean anything.”
They went from the laundry to the locker room where Jimmy told Bill to pick any locker he wanted. He showed him where his own locker was and told him if he wanted he could pick one close by that was free.
So within the first half-hour, Bill had memorized his work number, gotten uniforms, picked himself a locker, met Millie, the laundry girl, met Jimmy Ganotis, the mustachioed Greek man who would be his partner, and was now on his way back up to the kitchen floor where Jimmy would begin showing him exactly what his job was.
First they went around the main kitchen. It was a gargantuan place. It had to be a gargantuan place because they had a grand ballroom and the kitchen had to be capable of doing grand ballroom banquets, some of them more than 5000 people. So not only was it gargantuan, but it had many different stations. It also had a huge rotisserie oven capable of cooking many, many prime ribs and roasts, and whatever else you wanted to put into it, all at one time, again such that it could cook a main course for upwards of 5000 people.
Was enough to make your head spin.
Having gone all around the kitchen and looked at all the stations, Jimmy took Bill out one entryway down a long corridor/tunnel toward the restaurant outlet where Bill would be the broiler cook.
The Falstaff Room
Yes, that was its name. Coming through the corridor on the other end, a long corridor, first was a pantry station. In the pantry station was an older woman as rotund and grand as Grandma had been. She had the same shape, the same gray hair, even the same smile only embedded upon a different face.
“This is my aunt Kalista,” Jimmy said. “She doesn’t speak much English, but she can get along, and she really is my aunt.”
“Kalista,” Jimmy said to his aunt, “this is the new broiler cook. His name is Bill.”
“Yasou” Kalista said.
“That means hello,” Jimmy said.
“I teach him,” Kalista said.
Jimmy said something to Kalista in Greek, something long.
Kalista said, “I make you Greek salad later.” She smiled, a big smile. “I hope you like here. Jimmy very lazy.”
Bill said, “I like it already. Nice to meet you.” He put out his hand and he and Kalista shook hands over her counter.
Jimmy led Bill inside the service doors to the restaurant outlet. As they came through the double doors, there on the right was the open hearth kitchen, very simple, very small.
They didn’t stop in the kitchen yet. Jimmy led him through the dining room area to the front doors of the place. He took him outside into the carpeted hotel corridor and showed him above the gold-trimmed double doors the sign that said Falstaff Room.
“Yah,” Jimmy said, leading the way back in. “This is the Falstaff Room.”
“Small,” Bill said.
“Slow,” Jimmy said.
As they went back toward the little open-hearth kitchen they ran into a woman who was dressed in a French maid’s outfit and busy tying her apron. She was coming from where they’d been and were again heading.
“This is the new broiler cook,” Jimmy said.
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This is a follow-up article to the article presented entitled: Texas Senator Exposes Corruption with CPS and Child Abuse Doctors Over Medical Kidnapping of 4-Year-Old Child. link to complete story here
Please note: it is reprinted directly from MedicalKidnap.com. It is being presented here in three installments due to length. This is the 2nd installment. The article in its entirety can be found here: link to full article here.
The Background:
THSC has launched a campaign to raise money for the Pardos’ legal expenses. The Pardos are a homeschool THSC member family. The Pardo case has gained media attention due to egregious and repeated violations of the law committed by CPS. After refusing to inform the family of allegations against them, the agency fabricated an emergency to remove the child, ultimately pressuring a judge to grant them temporary conservatorship of Drake at a hearing on July 2.
The events have put the homeschool community, the family’s State Senator, and the media in an uproar.
CPS first made contact with the family on June 7, leaving a business card on the family’s door. Two weeks later, after repeated and unsuccessful attempts by the family and their attorney to obtain any information about the case, CPS suddenly declared an “emergency” and forcibly removed Drake from his home.
At the time of the removal, advocates from Family Rights Advocacy and the Parent Guidance Center were live on the phone, attempting to de-escalate the situation.
In a rough cell phone video captured by the family, the Pardos remained calm but can be seen challenging the caseworker’s claim to a two-week delayed “emergency” and the decision to suddenly remove Drake. Drake’s father, Daniel, can be heard for several minutes attempting to keep Drake calm as he is placed into the police car and as he asks repeatedly why his father is not coming with him.
On April 22, nearly two months prior to this horrific incident, the Pardos had filed an official complaint against Children’s Medical Center because of the refusal of one of Drake’s doctors to visit him while he was admitted to the hospital.
Children’s informed the family that they would review the matter and resolve it within 45 days. On day 46, with the family still having heard nothing from the Children’s Medical Center, CPS showed up at the family’s door with an affidavit signed by one of the hospital’s doctors and removed Drake.
At a hearing on July 2, approximately 100 homeschoolers arrived to support the Pardos and their attorney as they argued that Drake should be returned home. During the hearing, testimony from CPS and Dr. Dakil of Children’s Medical Center left the audience in shock.
Dr. Dakil admitted on the stand that:
- She had never seen or met with Drake or his parents;
- She had no first-hand knowledge of Drake’s medical conditions;
- The concerns listed in her affidavit were all speculative and she could not confirm them or rule them out without speaking to the parents, a step she had not yet taken;
- Her concerns were not an emergency;
- She had not requested that Drake be removed from his home and only wanted CPS to facilitate a meeting with the family on June 10 to help address her concerns;
- She was surprised when CPS chose to remove Drake from his home;
- Going forward, her concerns could all be alleviated by having a sit-down conversation with the parents to create a treatment plan and having both parents attend future medical visits;
- She was not sure how that would be possible as long as Drake remained in CPS custody as CPS had been given conservatorship of Drake;
The CPS caseworker and her supervisor admitted in testimony that prior to the removal CPS had:
- never seen or talked to the child, the parents, family members, neighbors, or any doctors who had first-hand knowledge of Drake’s condition;
- not conducted a background investigation;
- not pursued multiple opportunities to resolve the issue without removal;
- refused to disclose the allegations to the parents or to their lawyer;
- had no firsthand knowledge of any wrongdoing by the parents;
- had intentionally not informed the family of the June 10 meeting requested by Children’s Medical Center.
- decided there was an “emergency” because the family failed to attend the June 10 meeting they were never informed of.
- decided there was an emergency based on the concerns provided by Dr. Dakil, despite Dr. Dakil’s testimony that her concerns were not an emergency.
State Senator Bob Hall, who attended the July 2 hearing, recently recounted his observations and his disbelief at the “egregious miscarriage of justice” that is taking place in the case.
To add to the list of offenses, when the July 2 hearing began it was discovered that CPS and the Attorney Ad. Litem had failed to respond to the valid discovery requests from the Pardo’s attorney.
Observers in the courtroom were left searching for anything that CPS had done correctly during their gross mishandling of the case.
Despite the lack of any evidence against the family and the admissions by CPS of their gross and repeated mishandling of the case, Judge Michael Chitty granted every single request made by CPS’s attorney, including leaving Drake in CPS custody, and issued a gag order preventing the family from discussing the case publicly.
CPS saves thousands of children from legitimate situations of abuse. Their incredibly difficult job and the considerable weight of their responsibility is something that none of us should envy. However, when laws are broken without a second thought, CPS can quickly become the source of trauma in a child’s life.
When this happens, judges, lawmakers, and the public must be willing to stand up to defend innocent families.
(end of 2nd installment)
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This is a follow-up article to the article presented entitled: Texas Senator Exposes Corruption with CPS and Child Abuse Doctors Over Medical Kidnapping of 4-Year-Old Child. link to complete story here
Please note: it is reprinted directly from MedicalKidnap.com. It is being presented here in three installments due to length. This is the 1st installment. The article in its entirety can be found here: link to full article here.
by Texas Home School Coalition Association
On Friday, August 9, a status hearing was held in the Pardo case where the court considered what action steps would have to be taken before Drake could be sent home. Judge Tracy Gray, the same judge who signed the original emergency removal order on June 20, presided over the case. The tone of the hearing was strikingly different than the post-removal July 2 hearing presided over by Judge Michael Chitty, which Senator Bob Hall described as an “egregious injustice.”
While the scope of topics which may be considered at a status hearing is extremely narrow, several startling revelations were still made. Most strikingly, CPS brazenly asked that the court order Ashley and Daniel Pardo to admit to medical child abuse and to having “severe” mental health problems before they could have their son returned to them.
Nearly as incredible was when CPS was asked on the stand whether they had followed the required legal process in the construction of their recommendations for how the family could have their son returned home. When asked if they had followed CPS rules, along with state and federal law, the CPS caseworker responded “no.” The law requires that CPS develop the recommendations collaboratively with the family. Instead, CPS brought their pre-printed plan (which included a required admission of guilt) to the July 23 meeting with the family and then accused the family of “not cooperating” when they rejected the plan.
The Attorney Ad. Litem also asked the court to prohibit THSC from posting any updates about the case on social media, something the court has no jurisdiction to do because THSC is not a party to the case.
Judge Tracy Gray chastised CPS for the ridiculous list of requests included in their report to the court. Judge Gray threw out every item challenged by the family’s attorneys, ordered CPS to “expedite” their efforts to place Drake with family or friends, and to start allowing the family to bring a third party witness to visits with Drake, something CPS has prohibited thus far.
While the hearing was a great success for the family, there is still a long way to go. Judge Gray clearly appeared frustrated by CPS’ brazenly unconstitutional requests (like a court-ordered admission of guilt). This offers a ray of hope that CPS may not be able to continue getting away with their illegal actions.
Intervention from the Dallas Court of Appeals:
On August 2, Ashley and Daniel Pardo requested emergency intervention by the Dallas Court of Appeals after their son, Drake Pardo (age four), was illegally taken from his family by Child Protective Services (CPS) on June 20.
The family filed two motions asking the Court of Appeals to intervene on an emergency basis to stop the abuse being allowed by district Judge Michael Chitty. The family’s first motion was a petition for Mandamus, asking the appellate court to return Drake home and detailing how Judge Chitty abused his discretion by removing Drake from Ashely and Daniel without any evidence against them.
In their second motion, the family filed an emergency Motion To Suspend, asking the court to immediately dismiss Judge Chitty’s latest order on the basis that it was illegally issued and it harms the rights of Ashley, Daniel, and Drake.
According to the family’s Mandamus petition, “The trial court is supposed to be the gatekeeper to ensure that actions taken by CPS conform to Texas Constitutional and statutory law, and the trial court utterly failed to perform that vital function.” If the appellate court grants the emergency orders the family could get immediate relief and have their son returned home. If not, the family may have to seek emergency assistance from the Texas Supreme Court.
On August 5, CPS filed a response to the family’s second emergency motion. In their response, CPS argues that Ashley and Daniel have nothing to complain about because Drake is receiving the same medical care which Ashley and Daniel would have given him. The response details repeatedly how the family has agreed to every medical recommendation being suggested for Drake and how the parents stated to the court that they plan to follow all recommendations from Drake’s doctors. CPS argues that because CPS and the parents plan to give Drake identical medical care, that therefore no harm is done by Drake remaining in state custody.
In essence, CPS claims that because the state is handling Drake’s medal needs the same way Drake’s actual parents had planned to, that he might as well remain in state custody. It’s hard to imagine a more callous view of family rights than this.
Apparently, the state does not believe that removing a child from his home or his family has any negative effect that the appellate court should consider.
The Court of Appeals has ordered CPS to file a response to the family’s petition for Mandamus by August 12 and will likely rule on the Motion to Suspend within the next few days.
(end 1st installment)
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HR was no problem. Bill did that on the Friday before he reported to work. The lady was nice, pleasant, unassuming, mommy-like, efficient. He was relieved when they did not fingerprint him or send him for fingerprinting.
All hotels, as Bill would discover, have a whole side to them that the public never sees, or rarely sees, which is surely not meant to be seen. For those who work in the hotel, entry to that inside inside, the belly of the beast, begins every day at the service entrance.
Bill went in that first day a bit apprehensive, feeling shy and a touch scared. He was met by hotel security, an old, fat man with a belly hanging over his belt. He was the guardian of the labyrinth.
This man, Paul, led Bill just a few steps away toward a windowed counter where another man sat. He was the timekeeper, another older man, another man Bill assessed as a long-timer, an old-timer. He appeared to be quite happily ensconced in his space.
The interplay was simple and quick. The man, who did not introduce himself, asked Bill his name and then promptly produced a time card for him. The card had a machine-printed label with his name and his work number on it. Bill was told to memorize the number and refer to it in the future at punch-in and punch-out. Eventually, of course, they would get to know each other, and Steven, not Steve, would be ready with Bill’s card in hand as Bill got to the window.
Security Paul led Bill into the inner depths of the back of the house. He led him through a huge kitchen to the chef’s office where Bill was welcomed. The chef picked up a house phone and a few moments later a man appeared, obviously a cook from the looks of his uniform. Bill assessed him at about forty. He was trim, slight, had a dark mustache and a heavy accent, a Greek accent, Bill would find out.
Jimmy Ganotis was his name. Jimmy smiled broadly, reached out his hand to shake hands with Bill. The chef told Jimmy Bill was the new broiler cook, to take him to get a locker and uniforms, then to show him around, take him on the rounds and get him settled into his job.
So off they went.
Jimmy was apparently very happy. He had been working without regular help for more than a month. Every night he had help for the busy time, but he was opening and closing all by himself and working more hours than he wanted to. He was making money, but he didn’t want to work late every night.
Bill found all this out on the way to the laundry and the locker room. They were two different places, not exactly next to each other.
At the laundry, a cute girl, maybe around Bill’s age, issued Bill three uniforms. She smiled sweetly at him as she did so.
“My name’s Millie,” the girl said. “And you are?”
“Bill,” Bill said.
“Well, Bill,” Millie said, “you come see me often.” She shifted on her feet behind her counter, as if to accentuate her skinny little body. “I’m here almost every day. Don’t you be shy cause I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“That’s good to know” Bill said.
“I’m not kidding,” Millie said. She stepped back from her counter far enough so Bill could see her fully. She was thin, Alfreda thin, Marie thin, cinnamon colored, sort of. Bill thought maybe half black, half Latino. He could see she was wearing a housedress, button down the front. It fell below her knees. On her feet she wore slippers, flats, open-toe.
She smiled one last time at Bill as he gathered up the three hangers on which she’d hung his pants and jackets.
“See you tomorrow,” she said, again smiling. This time Bill saw she had dimples. “Turn in the dirty one every day, get a clean one. Keep two as extra in case…”
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The first month up there was a horror. Living with her parents was a horror. It wasn’t that they were not nice to him/them or anything like that. It was more like her father asked him every day if he’d gone looking for a job and what was happening with that.
Being unemployed, having to look for a job and not having anywhere to live brought back deep anxieties in Bill. He did not realize how deep they were, but they were the classic GAD symptoms, that lump in the pit of his stomach as if he’d eaten a lead ball, constant worry, difficulty sleeping, twitching, muscle aches and irritability.
His wife went off to work each morning, Monday through Friday, and so he was left alone with his mother-in-law all day long. She was a good egg—she left him alone, was always pleasant and did anything and everything she could to assist him with whatever he needed.
In the first two weeks he checked out three jobs. One didn’t pay enough money for the effort, the second was okay but it was a long commute, and the third, an Italian restaurant, a job which he agreed to try out, asked him to cut up a veal. He didn’t know how to do that, so they showed him. It was easy, he discovered, but he did not like doing that kind of work. Cutting meat from loins was one thing. Cutting up an animal’s insides was another.
In the third week, feeling very down and out, those feelings taking him back to when he was facing jail time, the whole court thing and being so broke he couldn’t pay the rent, he had an interview with the chef of the Sheraton-Cleveland, on the Square. They needed a broiler cook and anyone who could run a broiler was a good candidate.
So like Robert had told him, being able to run a broiler meant that he could work, that he would work if he wanted to. The chef, a Swedish fellow, trim and slight and maybe in his young fifties, who wore a chef’s hat almost taller than he was, hired Bill on the spot. In part it was because of his experience. In greater part it was because he was a college graduate and being a college graduate was like being golden. Needless to say, Bill didn’t tell him he’d been arrested and when he went through Sheraton’s Personnel office and its paperwork, they didn’t ask. Unlike the jobs Bill had applied for in the professional fields, they did not do a police check.
So the following Monday he started work at the Sheraton-Cleveland, or as it was referred to, the Sheraton on the Square. Until he was settled where they had bus service, the chef allowed him to park off to the side in the small delivery alcove. This was a big plus.
His father-in-law was elated. Bill was elated. His mother-in-law was a bit saddened since she liked having her only daughter at home and she liked having company in the house during the day. She knew Bill’s having a job meant they would be looking to move out.
Bill and his wife immediately started looking for a place to live, something they could afford now that they knew he was going to have a salary and what the salary was. Bill told her he had to join the union, Hotel Motel Workers Union, and he would be on probation for the first ninety days. But they would get medical insurance and all benefits.
They spent some time and that last weekend, the last one they would have together for a long, long time, having some fun and enjoying each other. They went out together looking at places and found one with a landlord who would skip the deposit and work with the fact that they were both employed.
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Their debate lasted for three hours. It was held on a “friendly” network, one where they were assured not to get any questions that were really tough or which would highlight any of the accomplishments the president they hate so much has achieved.
Why?
They purposefully dis-included certain of their candidates, one of which, at least, has views which do not fit in with theirs. The dis-included candidates might have challenged them even though the moderators didn’t and wouldn’t.
Why did they dis-include them?
In their other debates so far, and in this one too, there was at least one moderator who was so politically biased that they could not even pretend to be an honest “reporter.” These people were as biased toward the left as Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh are said to be toward the right.
Why?
Why would they, those Despicable Democrat presidential candidates, allow this? Why would they want such a biased forum? Or, why would they not want an unbiased forum which would present the American people with all sides of the issues and the opposing positions to their policies?
What are they afraid of? Why are they so afraid to have their positions directly pitted against the opposing positions on the same issues?
Who are their fact checkers?
Why is there no mention of fact checkers?
Why is there no real accounting for what those ten candidates are saying?
So…
Was this a debate? Or was debate a misnomer for what this event was? If it was simply a Democrat forum like a round table, why wasn’t it called that? That would’ve been okay.
This event was clearly not for the American people, as they so desperately want the populace to believe. It was only for their voting base.
Why would they pretend?
They say they speak for the American people. What is their basis for such a statement? Where are the fact checkers for this statement?
Who do they actually speak for? Who do they actually represent? How much of the voting public is still undecided?
Do they, these Despicable Democrat candidates, in their fake-debate forum sponsored and run by their biased mainstream media network, part of Pravda USA, understand any of the implications of what they’re saying? Would any one of them have to live in accordance with the policies they would implement if they were elected?
Medicare for all: will they still have their Cadillac-of-Cadillacs Senate and Congressional healthcare plans?
Will they still get a full pension and their Congressional benefits after serving just one term?
Confiscation of guns: will their bodyguards have guns? Can they still have guns?
Climate change: can they still fly? fly in private planes? live in the mansions they live in (like Al Gore and now their ever-so-endeared guru, Barack Obama) with carbon footprints greater than their entire communities and/or towns each month?
Well their meat intake be rationed? Will they eat that inner tree bark they say we must begin learning to eat?
These are but a few questions, but a few wonderings based upon what they presented to us last week.
How many of them, these ten Despicable Democrat candidates, actually believe even some of what they’re saying?
Are they really willing to destroy this country simply for their hatred of Donald Trump?
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And you wonder why people explode, why they want to just, you know, like, kill people. Of course I don’t mean kill as in actually kill someone. But I was feeling that I wanted run up to the judge and slap him silly, say “What the fuck is wrong with you? Can’t you see what’s going on here?”
But then that’s what they want. They want you to lose it, to go berserk so they can say they’ve been right all along. And that’s what they were waiting for from me, both in and out of court. That and for me to go broke.
Option B, the other option to cutting a deal of some sort, was for my lawyer to turn my case over to one of the smaller lawyers in private practice that he knew, one who would work for about a third of what he cost. He assured me that this other lawyer was every bit as good as he was. However, he had fewer resources and was a bit busier personally because he had less help and had to carry more cases on his own shoulders. But since he had much less overhead, he was much less expensive.
My lawyer assured me that he had plenty of experience. He wasn’t too clear on whether it would be a good thing to switch lawyers in terms of the case, this because it would signal to CPS that I was running out of funds or that I couldn’t afford to continue on the way we were going.
So I told him I would think about it, but I’d already made up my mind. I was willing, at least I thought so at the moment, to sell my house, even to go move in with my parents and to change our lives completely if I could only get my kids back.
I told him that I would probably continue on the way we were and that I would do my best to get him some money as quickly as I could. I told him that this meant getting money from my father, my father was already telling me that he had to take a home equity loan on his house in order to be able to access any funds.
And so there we were face-to-face, back on the clock again and discussing my case.
My lawyer told me that if I continued with him, and again he reminded me that he thought it would be somewhere in the neighborhood of $100,000, that at the next court date he would see about if they were willing to discuss options for getting the case over with quickly. He told me he could present to them the notion that it would be easier for them to find a way for unification with me and my children than it would for them to press for termination of parental rights. But he told me he couldn’t assure me they would agree to anything.
As we were speaking there were so many things we didn’t know, either him or me. But we would learn some of them at the next court date.
In his final instructions he told me to make sure that I was a model citizen at the visitations, that I did everything they asked of me, no matter how stupid or ridiculous it seemed. He reminded me that their game was to intimidate me and infuriate me, that they would do anything, including treating me like a baby and/or a moron, in order to do so. He reminded me that they were out to make me have an emotional outburst or go broke.
And then he said something very interesting. He told me that this case was no longer, and maybe never was, about my children. He told me it was about them and money.
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The first month up there was a horror. Living with her parents was a horror. It wasn’t that they were not nice to him/them or anything like that. It was more like her father asked him every day if he’d gone looking for a job and what was happening with that.
Being unemployed, having to look for a job and not having anywhere to live brought back deep anxieties in Bill. He did not realize how deep they were, but they were the classic GAD symptoms, that lump in the pit of his stomach as if he’d eaten a heavy lead ball, constant worry, difficulty sleeping, twitching and muscle aches and irritability.
His wife went off to work each morning, Monday through Friday, and so he was left there alone with his mother-in-law all day long. She was a good egg—she left him alone, was always pleasant and did anything and everything she could to assist him in whatever he needed.
In the first two weeks he checked out three jobs. One didn’t pay enough money for the effort, the second was okay but it was a long travel, and the third, an Italian restaurant, a job which he agreed to try out for, asked him to cut up a veal and he didn’t know how to do that. They showed him, and he could have learned, but he did not like that kind of work. Cutting meat from loins was one thing. Cutting up an animal’s insides was another.
In the third week, feeling very down and out, those feelings taking him back to when he was facing jail time, the whole court thing and being so broke he couldn’t pay the rent, he had an interview with the chef of the Sheraton-Cleveland, on the Square. They needed a broiler cook, and anyone, anyone, who could run a broiler was a good candidate.
So like Robert had told him, being able to run a broiler meant that he could work, that he would work if he wanted to. The chef, a Swedish fellow, trim and slight and maybe in his young fifties, who wore a chef’s hat almost taller than he was, hired Bill on the spot. In part it was because of his experience. In greater part it was because he was a college graduate and being a college graduate was like being golden. Needless to say, Bill didn’t tell him he’d been arrested and when he went through Sheraton’s Personnel office and its paperwork, they didn’t ask. Unlike for the jobs Bill had applied for in the professional fields, they did not do a police check.
So the following Monday he started work at the Sheraton-Cleveland, or as he referred to it, the Sheraton on the Square. Until he was settled where they had bus service, the chef allowed him to park off to the side in the small delivery outlet. This was a big plus.
His father-in-law was elated. Bill was elated. His mother-in-law was a bit saddened since she liked having her only daughter at home and she liked having company in the house during the day. She knew Bill’s having a job meant they would be looking to move out.
Bill and his wife immediately started looking for a place to live, something they could afford now that they knew he was going to have a salary and what the salary was. Bill told her he had to join the union, Hotel Motel Workers Union, and would be on probation for the first ninety days. But they would get medical insurance and all benefits.
They spent a few days and that last weekend they would have together for a long, long time having some fun and enjoying each other. They went out together looking at places and found one with a landlord who would skip the deposit and work with the fact that they were both employed.
