The Crossroad Inn

A Picture Tells A Thousand Words






















These bad men were caught and stopped from violently raping and beating their many wives. Children were being raped and impregnated and held against their will. The authorities did a great job in bringing these freaks down.







Yes that is the way it has been presented but after watching it all over the past week some questions are starting to raise in my head. Lots of them. mainly about the wrongs and rights of the whole shemozzle.


On the surface, in the eyes of men and women in America today, these women and children are supressed and abused and living an attrcious life.




In the 90's there was another Texan cult. The name David Koresch still to this day sends fear into the hearts of people around the world and the whispered word "cult" soon gets bandied around. In 1996 tanks, armed gunmen, helicopters and army all invaded the Waco compound and within 30 minutes there was over 100 dead. At first everyone bought the justification for the raid but soon things emerged that were not quite right. Mistakes were made. fatal ones.






Polygamy right or wrong. Firstly I am not a polygamist. I don't think I could be because I like to know my man's heart belongs to me and our children and that if crunch time came he would be standing behind me all of the way. But that is just me. Today as a species we have moved that far from all that is natural that  WE HAVE FORGOTTEN what is natural to us. We have forgotten instinct and what is right.


I am not saying that polygamy is the way to go for the human race but lets look at natural selection for a minute here. It is all around you in nature. The survival of the fittest, only the strongest genes carry through. The fight for alpha status in the tribe and the right to "have the women". In the kangaroo population and I know the same goes for lions in Africa, there are large amounts of juvenile rogue wanderers. The alpha male gets his pride of females and the juvenile males are cast out to fight amongst themselves for supremecy and they wander, to find an eventual mate.



Human's used to do this too but then something happened. Oh yes I can hear you saying it now. Humans became "civilized". Citizen, civilian, servitude, servant slave. Oh that right. yes we became controlled.






So when we look at nature we can see that polygamy is a natural occurance to ensure the survival of the fittest. Ok then, so who told us this was wrong, Oh thats right, the bible, the same book that tells us to treat women as chattels (Christianity is the ultimate patriarchial religion and sun/son fire male worshipper), it also tells us that homosexuals should be killed and I could go on with the crap that was written because of that control. So I should listen to this book that incites hatred should I or should I listen to the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees.. and a little thing called LOVE.




Who are we to judge how these people live their lives? Who are we to take their children. Who are we to tell them the way they are living is wrong.





Lets look at the dirty side of the coin. These people work hard, they "slave" away in garden to acheive self sufficiency for their families. Their children are alongside them. We slave away in concrete office block, working our lives for the man and ignoring our children, leaving them to school and day centres to raise.





They produce their own food. Pure and natural and not a drain on system. We produce GM toxin enriched foods that are slowly or fastly destroying our planet and food chain. We buy hormonal chicken and feed on madonalds and other assorted fast foods. They live in a quiet peaceful society, relative free of crime. We live in a greedy 7 deadly sins society of anything goes that is full of dangers to us and children.


They have great access to health care. Many have glasses and braces on teeth. They are warm and surrounded by love.





These people have seen the evils in society today and chosen to live apart form it. They see that mankind has sown the seeds for his own destruction and so they have prepared themselves to be an enclosed unit. If this so called dreded bird flu sweeps our countries. Who has more chance of survival. Will you have a better chance in the middle of a big city or town fighting for medical help, fighting for food and water, surrounded by greed. Or these people who have lovingly prepared themselves for such an eventuality. And don't get me wrong, this isn't a far fetched analogy. in 22 article I pulled up on the bird flu in 2006, every single one of them had the exact same line in it. Scientist have FEARS and WARN that the bird flu will mutate into a DEADLY PANDEMIC. wow all thsoe fears.. can you image the chaos when it starts.







These peple wear funny dresses. Have you seen a goth or an emo lately? I actually admired the pastel colors and the neat clean and tidy appearance of the families.








They share a husband. Well lets get down to this. I've spoken to polygamists and read and watched many things over the years in my efforts to understand. From a womans point of view. She shares chores, instead of herself doing everything, those household tasks are shared, in company, the child minding is shared. Then there is the company and the support. Women need to have their "girls", someone to talk to, share fears, comfort them and to support them in areas that men's brains are just not wired for. The support and friendship between polygamist wives is incredible. They are closer than sisters. They care only about the family. The whole family. That is their gig in life. Their family.

and lets face it girls... you know those nights that you have a headache? ..No such worry.. no pestering with the woodpecker in the back all night..

In any culture you have rogue elements. Especially ones that can infiltrate such an oganization and use or be used by others. Our own chaotic and deviant society full of crimes drugs and abusers infects the very air these people breathe. So even if they choose o live away from society, they have no choice but to face societies consequences. They will get freaks and oddballs trying to join for their own agenda.



It brings me to mind the witch trials and religious persecution of the early centuries. Burn them. Kill them, they are different.












When an organization becomes to big and independant for their boots and starts having people listen to them and achieve some independance from the system a campaign is started, to destory credibility and to give a 'reason" for the takeover and bringing down of independance. How easy would it be, to slip someone next to a known sex offender and have him whisper in his ear about this magic place where he could have 4 or 5 young women all at once. Zap, dude wouldn't even ask questions except for directions before he would be off like a shot. Done deed, let nature take its course and two years later a whispered phone call alleging abuse of a girl who has since not been found, is all the excuse you need.


Until 1830 or so the legal age of consent in England was 13. There are still many nations where the age of consent is that low. Do we run in with commando raids to those countries and take over with guns and take the children  oh wait we used missionaries for that.. cos the bible told us so....do we march in and tell them they are living wrong, they should live like us in concrete jungles, with artificial food, shitty health services, crimes, drugs, divorce, abuse and *sigh......... yeah......


50 years ago in Australia we had the stolen generation of Australians. A whole generation of aboriginal babies taken from their mothers and placed with white families because they had a bit of white in them. (well hey, I have a bit of black in me, does it make it right for aboriginals to take my children and return them to the tribe? tit for tat). It was done because society said it was wrong for those children to live with their families, it was wrong for white children to live with black families. It destroyed a generation.

Today the government says sorry it was wrong.. small peace of mind for the stolen ones


40 years ago babies were taken from single mothers and adopted out. The mothers were told it was wrong, that it was a sin, that it was a crime. Another generation destroyed. Those children didn't get an apology.. unlikely they ever will.. they just see the confusion of a society that accepts and condones and encourages in some areas what they were cast out for at birth.

You see as many readers know I was one of those children, taken from my mother who was 18. SHe was told it was a sin to have me and not be married. I was taken from her arms and adopted into a nice christian family and led to believe all my live as a child that my mother had sinned. I was that much of a shameful sin that i wasn't even afforded the luxury of a labour ward and maternity ward. No I was born behind a sheet to hide me from the surrounding dead bodies, in a morgue. The shame of my birth was that great that I was bought into life in the bowels of death. Can you imagine how I felt as a single mother of 19 holding my fuzzball of a baby daughter in my arms for the first time? The first ever touch and bond with anything of my blood? The thoughts of how someone could have their baby taken away.....




I grew up asking why. Why was I so bad and so sinful that no one wanted me. I grew up to find out I was stolen so in turn their was someone else out there asking why was I taken from them. My brother is a wonderful person. He has a great job, a beautiful fiancee, a baby on the way, a new home and a gentle nature.... he is loved and adored by his mother, they are very close, they talk everyday and the bond betwen them is incredible.... his mother, our mother should be proud of him and she is. Don't get me wrong. I adore my adoptive parents and worship the gorund they walk on, they have done so much for me.


I was judged before I was born and have been ever since. My life's choices have never been conventional..they never were, how could they be when conventionality was ripped from my grasp with my first breath of air. It has given me something I am happy with. A perspective of looking at things form all sides.... not just the one that is being fed to me.. I can feed myself and prefer a fork to a spoon.




I guess what I am saying is .. you have listened to the media blitz on these 400 or so children and yes the trial will be the best circus I've watched for many years. You have seen that nice lady saying how she had taken custody of all those children to foster them out and go to court. Those children were taken from their parents by the government because they were different. What was wrong with going in and working with these people. Oh we have heard that there is something going on here.. ra ra...

No we had to have the "phonecall" the "excuse" the "media circus" and justification. This sends a message to the people .. hmm is it a good one or is it fear? I hope you have looked at the photos I have put here and I hope you have looked at the other side of this coin and the implications of the loss of freedom. No I do not condone abuse. There is abuse everywhere. If one child is abused in a daycare centre are all the children taken from their mothers?











Mayetism = Lies are elaborate the truth is plain and simple.

In my second year of high school I had a maths teacher, who was the endless source of amusement for me. I was a terror back then with a strong sense of social justice which made for some rebellious acts against the "system" even then.

 
To describe Mr. Gaunt to you is a tad difficult. My only description of him gets rather confused because every time I think of Mr. Gaunt, Mr. Bean pops into my head and I crack up laughing. To this day I can not differentiate between the two. I am telling you now, Rowan Atkinson modeled Mr. Bean from My Mr. Gaunt.

 

 

I had always been put in the top class but I hated it. My friends were in the lower graded classes and the other kids in my class were stuck up snobs. So I made it my mission to be put in the lower classes with my friends. Hence not long after the start of my mission I was moved down into Mr. Gaunts lower math class with all the cool people and all my friends.

 
There was only one problem with that.

Mr. Gaunt was stuck teaching the lower classes because he was well, Mr. Beanlike dumb.

 

 

He wore long socks, long shorts with a short sleeved shirt and tie and I really think his face was more Mr. Beanlike than Mr. Bean. He was a confirmed bachelor who lived in a tiny flat and the thought of him with a woman was the source of many laughter outburst by my friends and myself in class. Mind you he didn't rate as high on the idiot scale as  Mr. Freame, the Latin master but Mr. Freame and my detention stories are still to come.

 

Mr. Gaunt had no control over the class. He would turn to us and ask us if we thought we should have a math's test the next week. Well hey, back then everything had been sorted into lots of life already. He was asking every potential deviant over the years to come in our home if we WANTED a math test? Somehow we managed to persuade him every week that we were not quite ready.

 

Mr. Gaunt had many peculiarities other than having his shorts hitched up to his ribcage and a way of walking that at best could be described as Emu Like. He had a weird habit of waiting until we were all seated quietly in the class before making his entrance and he would EMU into the room and up to his desk, pulling his chair out and turning it to face the class. Then he would stand behind it and swing a leg over it, placing his foot on the seating part and begin rocking it back and forward leaning on his knee as he talked. He would proceed to waffle on for forty minutes about nothing. Or preach sermons on the greatness of math. Coming from a class where we actually did math, this was all new to me but got boring real quick. It seemed to drone on worse than the minister on Sundays, day after day, week after week.

 

One day it got too much for the imp in me. I waited until everyone was in class and watched Mr. G EMU his way up the corridor and then I made my entrance. I EMUED, myself along the corridor past the tiny glass windows and into the classroom and the rest of the class burst out laughing at me as soon as they saw me. They were used to my imitations and I had my Mr. G act down pat by this stage. Before I even got to my desk he called to me so I got to my seat and pulled it out as I threw my bag down and swung my leg over the back of it in an exact imitation of his own daily morning ritualistic actions.

 

"Yes Mr. G, present and accounted for Sir." I said with a cheeky grin on my face as the rest of the class sat in silent anticipation of what was to come.

 

"You are late young lady" He said pointing his finger at me and puffing his chest out.

 

I pointed my finger right back. "So I am sir" I took at deep breath and stood there grinning with my own puny chest puffed out too.

 

He started rocking his chair back and forth as he did when he got nervous.

"If everyone was late we wouldn't have a class" He said, his hand still pointing at me.

 My hand still pointed at him and my own chair started rocking in time with his. "It's not like I missed anything important sir".

 At that point he dropped his arm across his knee and kept rocking, just staring at me. I had shocked him. He was speechless. His mouth opened and closed like a fish.

 

 

I stood there silent too, my own hand now dropped into position to match his and I watched him as I rocked in time to him.

 "That is beside the point." he exploded. "You are supposed to be here present in the class to get an education"

 One of the other kids spoke up at that point. He was one of the sporty kids that I didn't have much to do with.

 
"Well Mr. G, it is the point really. You never teach us anything. You just stand there preaching all lesson".

A voice from the back of the class piped up with "and swings on his chair all day doing it". That set everyone off. The whole class started laughing out loud, letting go of all the tension build up from the confrontation.

 

Mr. G started shaking as his face turned bright purple. I was still rocking in time with his motions and he turned to me, pointed and said

"YOU!!! outside in the corridor now, everyone else silence" He stepped off his char and went and stood uncomfortably behind his desk.

 
I pointed back again and stepped off my chair in time with him. "Yes sir, at your command". The hum started around me as I stepped into the aisle and EMUED my way to the front of the class. It got louder as all the class took it up and I stepped out into the corridor where the door was ajar and I could see in.

 

The moment I stepped out the hum stopped. It was our thing, our little call of unity when one of us got into trouble to let them know it was ok and everyone was behind them.

 

I stood against the wall for a minute cursing myself for not grabbing my bag with my cigarettes in it. As I debated walking back in and grabbing my bag I pulled out a lump from my pocket. It was my little round grey plastecine ball (like play dough) . I always had it in my pocket to keep my self busy while Mr. Gaunt droned on day after day. I stated modeling shapes and then sticking them on the door where the rest of the kids could see them but Mr. Gaunt couldn't. Each new creation bought a fit of stifled giggles as they tried to keep straight faces and pretend they were absorbed in his speech.

 

By now he was lecturing again on how if we all learned our math we could become rocket scientists and accountants. I, being me, of course began to model the obvious shape. A penis and balls. I carefully arranged them into a shape that looked a bit like a face and then revealed to the class what I had created on the door.

 

They erupted into a fit of laughter again. All of them were in hysterics, not so much by the "penis and balls" concept, but at the positioning because they could see what was going to happen next…. And it did……. Classically…..

 

By this time I was innocently standing on the other side of the corridor minding my own business. When the class erupted into giggles, Mr. Gaunt EMUED his way over to the door and threw it open yelling as he did so, "What is going on out here".

 

The class lost it at this point and absolutely squealed with laughter because what Mr. Gaunt didn't realize was, that as he opened the door my new molded shape was dangling right in front of his mouth.

 

Suddenly he looked down and saw it in horror. He froze and then screamed himself and went running off down the corridor which made everyone crack up even more. Just then the bell rang for end of class. Everyone was still laughing as they made their way out. We didn't see Mr. Gaunt around the school for a week or so after that and things were never the same but that was a good thing.

 

We got a new maths teacher who actually taught Math. A few weeks later, Mr. Gaunt left teaching and joined the priesthood. No I am not joking he seriously did join the priethood and that made perfect sense to me because he didn't cut it as a teacher…. And as for me.. I am always in trouble… just the depth varies

Australia has quietly proposed new email security that will allow bosses to spy on employees emails for "security reasons". I love how they slip something so sly in and make it look so completely innocent and a much needed have to have commodity. They actually convince people to accept this loss of privacy. Sounds so innocent, but what people don't see is the bigger picture. The greater chopping and slashing of peoples rights and privacy which is creating a race of sheep and people who believe and accept everything dished out to them. People are no longer taught to question or to be individual.

I like how they say privacy and consumer groups would be consulted. The Delphi Technique of achieving concensus is already in place in these groups everywhere. The desired outcome is already set in concrete. Soon they won't even bother to make it look good. We will just accept and follow and allow ourselves to be stripped and herded into the yards.

I love how the new "satan" AKA "the terrorist threat" is used in the article as justification of the freedom strip.

Employers To Read Workers Emails

Employers would be able to read their staff's emails under proposed new national security laws being considered by the Federal Government.
The new laws would give companies extra powers to monitor their computer networks to prevent cyber-attacks.
They would be allowed to check their staff's emails and internet communications without their consent.
Deputy Prime Minister Julia Gillard has told Channel Nine the proposed changes would step up national security of Australia's computer networks.
"We want to make sure that they are safe from terrorist attack," she said.

"Part of doing that is making sure we've got the right powers to ensure that we can tell if there's something unusual going on in the system.

"So it's a national security move, not a move about an unseemly interest in people's private emails."

A spokesman for the Attorney-General says cyber-threats are growing and that privacy experts and unions will be consulted about the proposed laws.

it is stories like this that scare me. Or more the repercussions of the story in question that scare me the most.

670 000 chinese people are without drinking water after severe drought in the Liaoning Province in North East China. The article goes on to say that 50 million Chinese face drinking water shortages each year.

That is where the scary bits come to mind. That is 50 million people. A huge amount, Over twice the population of Australia alone that face potential death each year. Do you think that these people are going to sit back and allow themselves to starve and die of thirst? All 50 million? Or are they going to get ideas? Might is right, Why should they sit back and die when they see that the grass is greener or in this case, the water is bluer on the other side of the fence.

China has self designed for it's future. A future that doesn't need nostradamus to prophecize. Maybe it was natural selection and the only way the pyramid could go, after it was built but the over population and one child boy preferred policy has created a monster. A monster that has no choice but to unleash. China grows in power every day. 

More and more western civilzation rely on China to make, create and supply many of it's basic needs. Most electrical appliances, computer parts, technology, toys and more are made in China. We funnell huge amounts of money, uncaringly into the Chinese coffers.

China buys it's basics off us like coal and other supplies and then get that money back one hundred fold through the products those basic elements produce.

The one child boy preferred regime has produced an army. An Army of horny virile fit soldiers full of national patriotism and the need for supremecy.  China gets richer but their people get poorer in base needs, that wealth has come at a price. The cost? The cost is the land, the environment, the pollution and the health of the citizens. China has not cared about the byproducts and reactions to it's massive industrial growth. If a nation cares so little about polluting it's own land and contaminating it's own people, how do they view other lands, how do they view other peoples? Is it with contempt?

China has no choice, they have sowed the seeds of their own destruction in that creation of wealth and growth. They have nowhere to go but out and over if they wish to survive. The land is polluted, it is raped of natural resources, the farmlands are either in drought or flood and the people are in the grip of health crisis with issues such as the Bird Flu and AIDs reaching epidemic proportions.

It is a matter of time, when the time is right, China will destroy the western economy and start taking over. All they need to do is to flood the market with US dollars and bamm!! worthless economy, America would not just go into recession, it would fall into a pit. The depression of the 30's will look like a bump in the road after this.

ABC Net.au - China 670 000 Have No Water. 

A drought in China's north-east Liaoning province has left nearly 700,000 people without drinking water after rainfall in the first three months of 2008 tumbled to one-fifth levels last year, the Xinhua agency said.

The area is a top grain producer, and maize and rice farming is due to begin next week, but from January to the end of March it had got less than 2 centimetres of rain.

Some 66 reservoirs have dried up, but the area has raised cash to build 1,700 new wells and expand and upgrade water conservation systems to try and ensure spring planting can go ahead, Xinhua said, citing local sources.

China's weather administration said in early April that drought parching other parts of northern China was the worst in several decades and would continue this month.

Drought and floods are perennial problems in China, which has per capita water resources that are well below the global average. Its meteorologists have said global climate change is exacerbating extreme weather, including droughts.

About 30 million Chinese in the countryside and more than 20 million in urban areas face drinking water shortages every year despite huge government investment to address the problem.

I don't know why it takes Government so long to get with the program on certain issues. One of them is food color. As a mother of food sensitive hyperactive autistics,  I know what food colors can do. if you give my child green or red food color in cordials or other foods you can actually watch the physical and mental changes in them. Within 15 minutes a normal placid happy child will be a ranting running yelling jumping, climbing the walls tarzan on steroids.

Everyone knows this, even parents of non sensitive children, so why does it take "decades" as quoted in the following article to finally ban food colors due to the danger they present to children. The damage is done, we have a generation of children affected by these products. What about preservatives? Will they get banned now too or is that hoping too much in a modern day society that relies on these things to make it pretty and last longer?

Is the Government worried about a mass legal suit for all the citizens claiming that they knew full well, as they do and did that these products are dangerous to the human body and brain.

Is the toll on the health services getting too much. Is the government finally waking up and realizing how much control they have given up to companies like food producers and the drug companies?

13 billion dollar a year global industry in food additives alone. Can you imagine the impact all of that actually has had on health. That is not just the ADHD kids, How about auto immune diseases, arthritis, MS and other chronic diseases that aare ascerbated by theese products that harm not help the human body. 

http://www.independent.co.uk

Food agency calls for ban on six artificial colours

Friday, April 11, 2008

The Food Standards Agency recommended ministers call for manufacturers to remove six artificial colours by the end of 2009 and lobby for a European Union-wide ban. The FSA's advice to parents will be strengthened to warn them about the dangers of the E-numbers tartrazine (E102), quinoline yellow (E104), sunset yellow (E110), carmoisine (E122), ponceau 4R (E124) and allura red (E129).

These colours and the preservative sodium benzoate (E211) were linked to hyperactivity in a £750,000 study by Southampton University, which found they made primary school children become distracted and fail a computer attention test.

The researchers estimated that 30 per cent of cases of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) would be prevented if companies removed the colours used in the £13bn-a-year global additives industry.

I think I've mentioned that my lovely five Year old Has Aspgergers Syndrome along with his older sister Kiralea. Well I thought I would introduce you to Brodie and all the exciting things that Brodie gets up to of a day







To Brodie you are alien and really weird. You think weird and you act silly and you lie a lot. You don't say what you mean. Your world is horrid loud, brash, harsh and cruel to Brodie. Your world is a prison to Brodies soul.

And you are the one with the disability. You just aren't that good. Brodie is. You see it's the Brodies of the world that have given you the ability to be able to read this the instant I post it. It's the Brodie's of the world that allow you to fly and watch spaceship's lifting off. It's the Brodies of the world that solve most of your problems and allow humanity to move ahead.



Creative eccentric genius. That is Aspergers Autism. The wheel was probably invented by someone with Aspergers, Da Vinci, from all records left also appeared to have Aspergers. In fact most of the great people down through time had Aspergers. The thinkers, the inventors, the creators.







Brodie lives in Brodie's world, there is no other world. You do not exist. If you do exist you are there in that moment of time purely for brodie's use. Once Brodie has no more use for you, you are no longer there. If Brodie doesn't want to see you, he won't. If Brodie doesn't want to talk to you, he won't and basically if Brodie doesn't want to be a good boy for you, he won't.


It's not that he wants to be naughty, it is just that Brodie doesn't know boundaries. Brodie has no self control at all.

The police were called after Brodie had wandered off yet again. By the time the police had arrived Brodie had walked in the front gate and into his room and was standing with his arms crossed facing the wall refusing to acknowledge anyone.

As the police walked up the front path Brodie stuck his head out the window and yelled  "Hello Mr Policman. Are you going to underarrested my mummy?"

He then came out to where I was talking to the police on the front verandah entertainment area and proceeded to do cartwheels all over before bouncing off the verandah sofa and then hanging upside down on the fence next to the police officer.

The policeman told him to get down because he wanted to have a talk to him. Brodie got down and stood in front of the policeman at attention looking very serious. The policeman gave him the usual lecture about running off on mummy while daddy was sick and told him not to go out the gate. Bad things can happen to little boys. Quite the stern lecture actually and Brodie stood their looking at the policeman stock still, seemingly listening earnestly.

The policeman finished his stern talk and them looked at Brodie.

Officer: "Now did you understand all that son"
Brodie nods
Officer: "So you know you are not to go out the front or open the door and run out the gate again don't you Brodie?"
Brodie nods
Officer: "So you kow you have to be a good boy and do what mummy tells you to do don't you Brodie?"
Brodie nods
Officer: "and your going to b a good boy now aren't you Brodie and stay at home all the time?
Brodie nods
Officer: "now what have you got to say to your mummy Brodie"
Brodie turns to me with his big brown eyes. "Sorry mum I'll be good now. I love you."
Officer: "and what have you got to say to me Brodie?"
Brodie: "Are you going to underest my mummy or not?"
Officer: "No Brodie I am here to see about you. What are you going to do?"
Brodie: "I'll be good. Sorry, now can you arrested my mummy?"
Offiver: "No brodie but your going to be good so I don't have to come and see you again"
Brodie: "can I go in the car next time?"
Officer: Brodie are you listening to me?"
Brodie: *sigh* Yes I"M listening to you. I'll be good so you won't have to come again". (shoulders slump, chin hangs on chest")
Officer: So you will stay inside the yard and not go out the gate again".
Brodie: "I won't officer, I'll be good."
Officer: "Ok Brodie you can go now"
Brodie hops down off the verandah, runs down the front path, out the front gate and starts skipping merrily off up the road on another adventure.

The look on the two policemen's faces  "Priceless"

There is only Brodie's world. You are part of his world, he is not part of yours.


Brodie lives in a world of his own. Oh he talks to others, when required but won't sit and have a discsussion on the merits of one Bionicle over another. Mind you if you touch his bionicle, or he loses it, there is hell to pay. Until that bionicle is found, its really not worth living.

My favourite Expression uttered millions of times daily to my other children -


One Time when I was in Cairns at the pool on the esplanade I had to go and change Kahleah's water nappy in the toilets, so I said to my eldest daughter Krystal (19 at time) could she watch Brodie while I went and put Kahleahs knickers on. I changed her and walked out again, Brodie was gone and Krystal was talking to a "boy", yet another one that couldn't walk past her boobies.

I had been less than 2 minutes. Well he was found 2 kilometres away on one of the luxury Yachts in the harbour. He had walked in, told them a fake name, (he told them his middle name) said "nice yacht" and then ignored the owners sitting there and set about exploring the yacht, opening cupboards and generally have a sticky beak. That's just Brodie, he wanted to see inside one of the yachts.. so he did. You can't tell him his not allowed to wander off and jump on multi million dollar luxury yachts willy nilly. He does not understand.

After all this is Brodie's world and He can do what he wants. That Yacht was only put there for Brodies use.



Brodie talks in a language all of his own. We call it "E Speak". E speak is a particulalry grating high pitched continuous E sound that can turn your brains to jelly and fry your blood in an instant. Brodie E's when anything doesn't go right. It is a very painful process for anyone listening and can make you wish you were deaf, if not send you deaf.

Can I have some coke?
No
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Can I go to the park
No
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Can I have a movie on
no
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


Brodie attaches to objects. He has to have something in his hands. Last week it was "Stamper". Stamper was an empty silver office stapler. (I learnt quick never given him staples to go in it or he would staple the cat to the sofa). When you tuck Brodie in bed at night you find the object under his pillow. He won't let it go to toilet or bath. He eats with it and won't be separated from it to go to school even, which of course has a no weapons rule and Stamper along with Brodies other "object" choices, could well be classified as deadly weapons.

Have you ever tried getting a "stamper" as well as an arm inside a shirt sleeve of a morning?



Brodie loves rope. He is fascinated with rope. Often his "object" is a piece of rope which he will continually tie in knots everywhere. There will be rope from one end of the house to the other, twisted up, knotted here and knotted there  on this pice of furntiture, or that pices of furntiture. Best experience for mummy was walking out to a dark kitchen in the middle of the night to find that Brodie had "roped" all the chairs together in the middle of the floor. I think I woke the whole town up with my yells.

Last week Brodie was being "difficult" and I set him in my bedroom in the retreat part on the recliner and turned to put the CD in the rom tray with my back to Brodie. He hadn't spoken to me for an hour except to yell a few no's at me when i asked him questions, so as I bent down I hear this little cheeky voice, "Can I tie you up to the chair mummy" and then he started giggling. That's Brodie.


Brodie wears what he wants to wear when he wants to wear it. Or not wear it depending how he feels. He has no shame so is quite content to strip off naked and play in the water pools at the side of the road. He prefers to be naked.


If Brodie wants to wear something, he wants to wear it. Now Why can't he wear that pink shirt. It looks nice. Why can't he wear shirts over shirts over jackets, he thinks it's cool and why does he have to wear shoes. Wasn't born with shoes, why wear them. Brodie will dress in a nice shirt and shorts and add a clown hat to the ensemble. That's Brodie.

Brodie will only eat what Brodie wants to eat when Brodie wants to eat it.

a typical evening conversation will go something like this

Brodie "I'm hungry mummy"
Me "I'll be dishing dinner out in a minute
Brodie "What's For dinner"
Me " Morrocan Lamb Roast with Vegetables
Brodie (now yelling) "I hate lamb I don't want lamb. I want a vegemite sandwich"
Me (sighing) reaches for the bread and vegemite

Brodie "I'm hungry mummy"
Me "I'll be dishing dinner out in a minute
Brodie "What's For dinner"
Me " Corned beef and white sauce with baked spuds
Brodie (now yelling) "I hate beef I don't want beef. I want a vegemite sandwich"
Me (sighing) reaches for the bread and vegemite

Brodie "I'm hungry mummy"
Me "I'll be dishing dinner out in a minute
Brodie "What's For dinner"
Me " chicken schnitzels salad and fries
Brodie (now yelling) "I hate chicken I don't want chicken. I want a vegemite sandwich"
Me (sighing) reaches for the bread and vegemite


Brodie will not eat cold food if its meant to be hot  (meats and breakfast cereal) and will not eat most hot foods.


Having said all that I have to dish Brodie out a serve of dinner and put it in the fridge because later in the evening or early the next morning (he is not fussy about eating cereal at night either) the conversation goes like this

Brodie: I'm hungry mummy can I have dinner
Me: You didn't want dinner before you wanted a sandwich
Brodie: I want Dinner now
Me: But you said you don't like it
Brodie: But I Like it now eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Me goes to microwave and heats up dinner for Brodie.

Ok so now you are thinking I am a bad mother for not making my son eat the lamb/chicken/beef. The stress it causes to Brodie to try and force him to eat what I want him to eat is too painful for him and us to endure. If I don't make him that sandwich he will focus on that for the rest of the night, not do anything else but eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and not do anything he is asked, not sleep and not bath. The next morning it continues with a very angry child STILL demanding that sandwich. His brain only focuses on that sandwich and you could offer him ice cream with chocolate and he will still scream for that sandwich. He will scream for that sandwich until he gets that sandwich. A week later he will have eaten nothing and still be screaming for that sandwich.

Once Brodie has his mind set on something, it is the here and now, there is no later because later he will feel completely different then but until the moment's need is met, there is no change, no movement, no motion forward.

This however is the same drive that Aspergers use and take to create positively. An Aspergers person will not give up until the problem at hand is solved. They use extreme logic in thought patterns. Everything is black and white. Everything has a reason. Every Question has an answer and they WILL be the ones to solve it.

Brodie has already had an IQ test when he turned three by a paedatrician who said he was genius and off the scale back then. It was hilarious though. The doc lines up all these toys and asks Brodie what they are and what they are used for. At the time we knew he had food intolerance and were there to get a diet that wouldn't send him berko (aussism for crazy).

So the doc tests him and asks Brodie as he points to them what they are, well by the fifth thing Brodie was bored. Why the hell was this idiot asking him stupid questions for.

So he clammed up. Brodie clams up so well.

Then the doctor prompts him and points to a toy,

 "Is this a plane Brodie"
Silence
"Does it fly brodie"
Silence
"Come on Brodie you know what this is. Is it a plane?"
"No it's a helicopter silly, can't you see it's got two rotors on it".

The doc looks at me, I'm trying to hide my smile and he shakes his head and said he was off the scale and that he had Aspergers and ADHD tendancies too, too which I said thats crap, he just doesn't take chemically poisoned food to well.

See while most people just eat food with preservatives and additives in it and not feel or act any different, it grates on Brodies evolved brain and the chemical cause instant inbalance.





Years ago coal miners used to take a caged canary down the mine shaft to the rockface with them. Mining and methane gas pockets often met with catastrophic results, so the canary was an early age warning system. If the canary turned feet up in the cage, it was time to get out. Methane was leaking.


That's what Brodie is to you. Your own personal canary. Your warning system for toxic products. If it bothers him, his body is fighting it, and trying to get rid of it, he burns it up like lightening in the rush to expel the toxins. If it bothers him, then its not good for the body, any body.

You, well you don't notice a thing in you, your not hypersensitve like Brodie is. But after a while your body notices, you suffer and you get sick. Real sick







This is not actually so. You are the one with the social awkwardness and Brodie knows that. You see Brodie sees all, he sees your hand flutter as you tell a lie, the blink as you embellish a truth, the shuffle of the feet, twitch of a head, they are all computed wthin an instant, recorded and able to be played back at any time like a video in the mind. Everything that goes in is absorbed, examined and catalogued as experience.

See brodie has no time for crap and small talk, he loves nitty gritty and finding out "what makes things tick" and that includes people, he WILL work you out and know your deepest secrets. He will know what you fear and what you like, just by being in the same room as you. Every reaction and movement you make registers to him. He sees and feels all. Everything is heightened. Everything is filed.  He sees in patterns, your patterns and the minute your pattern changes, he knows.


And deep in your unevolved brain you sense that this kid knows more about you than you do and it scares you. It suits you to think he is the one disabled because it helps you feel better about yourself and your own innadequecies.

You can reason with a child that does not have Aspergers. You cannot reason with Brodie because he is a king and a God. What he wants he wants, what he doesn't want he dismisses with a flick of his hand.

and he is a God and he is a King because Brodie and the Brodies of this world are your future. They are the ones that will take you to the next levels of developments. These are the geniuses allow you to live your cushy lives and not have to think.


These Children are your gift from the Gods. They are not disabled, you are. Treat them as they should be treated, nurture their genius, nurture their romantic soft loving souls, Don't be hard or cruel

In yesterday's news a light plane taking off from Sydney Airport carrying the Brisbane and Queensland mail, crashed into the sea shortly after take off. The mail service planes safety record is usually impecable and after reading another story last night I started to wonder.

Another plane landed safely in Newcastle after having a laser beam pointed in the window of the plane, temporarily blinding him. In the same article came other stories related by pilots of other incidents in NSW lately with the laser sights and being temporarily blinded while flying over various parts of NSW. 

So of course once again, the lasers are to be banned. Isn't it strange how these things happen. The general public finds good uses for these things that the Government doesn't like. All of a sudden there is scares from pilots being blinded and then a plane down. Will it get blamed on the lasers. Will the lasers be banned once again like all similar things are in our country. 

Instead of the people standing up and outcasting and ostracizing the people committing these crimes they are instead allowing their freedoms to be stripped slowly from them. 

 

 

 

Pilot Disorientated By Laser
Pilot Disorientated By Laser

 A pilot has been disorientated in a laser attack on a light plane flying over the New South Wales mid-north coast.

The pilot of the Cessna 152 was flying over Port Macquarie about 7:25pm (AEST) yesterday, when he saw a bright green beam through the wing tip of the plane.

The incident was the latest in a number of recent laser attacks that have prompted a NSW plan to ban laser pointers, bringing the state into line with Victoria and Western Australia.
Late last month, six planes had to change their flight paths into Sydney Airport after up to four people targeted them with laser beams. About a week later, a laser was shone into the window of a Virgin Blue plane travelling from Cairns as it was flying into Sydney.

There has been a sharp increase in the number of such attacks, with more than 300 incidents reported last year.

08:43 AM - Two Faced Now Open
Category: News and Politics

Two Faced

According to her parent’s their little girl Lali, is fine and drinks from both mouths. All four eyes open and shut. The father has declined to have his daughter examined with with CT Scan to check if her internal organs are all right.



The child is now worhipped by villagers as a Goddess Incarnate and a gift from the Fire Goddess worhipped in the area, Durga, who is depicted in Art work as having THREE eyes and many arms.
Durga - Wikipedia







This bring me to the recent story of the little girl named Lakshmi who was born in another Indian village with four legs and arms after she never sucessfully separated from her twin at conception.



That little girl was also worshipped as a Goddess Incarnate and her village was swamped with thousands of people from miles around come to view to new little Goddess Incarnate.




In that case modern medicine won the battle. But at what cost. The parents decided and rightly so that it was in their daughters best interests to undergo surgery to correct nature’s mistake and to separate her from her twin as should have occured at conception. That little girl is now going well back in her village all but one major thing.



Her parents are now shunned in disgust by villagers. They committed a cardinal sin by the corrective surgery, a sin against their God. They are not spoken to in their village now. Their life is misery and poverty but their little girl can at least grow up to be happy and healthy.

Lakshmi’s parents Shambhu and Poonam named her after the four-armed goddess of wealth, and it was their love for her that stopped them from selling Lakshmi to the highest bidder.

"We took her to a hospital in Delhi after her birth but some circus owners got to hear about her. They wanted to turn her into a freak show and offered us money, but we brought her back to the village," says Shambhu, who has a farm in Bihar’s Terai region.

Too scared to take her to a hospital again, the couple hid her in the village until paediatric surgeon Sharan Patil from the Bangalore-based Sparsh Hospital heard of her and offered to operate for free. Along with the Sparsh team, surgeons and experts from Dr Devi Shetty’s Narayana Hrudalaya will participate in the surgery.

Lakshmi’s Story

 

What the Hell? Her parent did the right thing for their daughter and now they are shunned and treated with disgust because of religion?

few weeks ago there was a story of a little girl who got sick. She just started sleeping a lot and being sick, so her parents prayed for her and kept on praying for her. Relatives finally called 911 and child services and the child was taken to hospital but it was to late. She died. She died of a common and very treatable form of diabetes. Her parents prayed for her. They were interviewed and said they hold no guilt for their choice to pray for their daughter rather than seek help. They said it was in God’s hands as that is what the bible said.
Parent’s Pray Over Sick Girl







Morman Polygamy Camp Raided
Then this week we have the case of Warren Jeffs, who in the name of relgion and the book of Revelations started a cult of break away mormons and polygimists in Utah and Texas along with other states. Mr Jeffs has been convicted and sentenced in sex crimes of knowingly having a 14 year old girl married off to one of his cousins.


This week their compound in Texas was raided and all the women and children taken out. Many of you will have been following the story as I have out of morbid curiousity that something so bizarre could happen in todays world. I understand the "doomsday idea" there is many who do think that times are changing but to have these old men married off multiple times to young girls who slave away on the farms all day for the dream of self suffiency is somewhat sick and very perverted.



But that wasn’t what grabbed my attention the most about this case. It was watching the children streaming out the gates with their parents that really alerted me to something big amiss. I was admring the little girls dresses and pretty pastel colours of the rainbow, thinking it was better than the usual drab sackcloth that cults require of their victims when it dawned on me, where were the little boys. tens and tens of little girls walked out, and then one little boy would be seen in his mother’ arms. Then another 15 girls and then a boy walking with his sisters.

Ploygamist Cult Raid

What in the hell is that? Do we have a case of selectively breeding girls here?

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Above speaks of the first lot of girls taken. They later admitted most of the 401 removed from the compound were mostly female even the children.

I must interject with some dry humor.. that will make the Chinese happy, after all, they are selectively breeding men with their one child policy.

But back to it why all the girls where are the boys? The ratio’s do not add up. Are some of the boys terminated on ultrasound identification? *Shudder to think of that one*

I have read stories of the Lost Boys of these polygamist cults and the sadness of their lives where they are worthless and never allowed to marry the girls they love, INstead finding themselves cast aside by families and friends while they watch their dream lovers married off to greed lecherous old men with harems.

Lost Boys of Polygamy are young men who have been excommunicated or pressured to leave polygamous groups such as the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (FLDS) or the Latter Day Church of Christ, churches that splintered from, but have had no affiliation with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints after 1890.^[1] Most of the Lost Boys are between the ages of 13 and 21 when banished or pressured to leave.^[2]

Critics of the FLDS say that, given the fact that roughly equal numbers of boys and girls are born in any community absent sex-selective abortion, the practice of polygamy leads unavoidably to bride shortages and a surplus of boys. Lost Boys are the surplus boys who are removed from polygamous sects in order to reduce competition for wives. While some boys leave on their own, many are ostensibly banished for misbehavior such as watching a movie, playing football, or talking to a girl.^[2] There are also young women^[3] who have left or been pressured to leave because they did not want to be part of polygamous marriages.^[4] While it is difficult to estimate how many boys have been thrown out, their numbers are estimated to be as low as 400 and as high as 1,400. ^[5]

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As time goes on fragmentation is society takes us further from the truth and further from peace. How insane when religion gets in the way of tiny babies born deformed through accidents of nature or toxic envirnoment, from being surgically corrected to help them live a healthy life.

How insane when villager worship that child as an Incarnate of a God or Goddess. That takes us back to the time of scrifice when children were thrown into pits of fire to placate Gods of fire.

How insane when parents pray instead of getting their child life saving help. Sacrificing a child’s life to their God

How insane that an insane man with pure greed and lust twists lives and people through lies into living his own sick perverted pleasure and dreams.


This world continues to get more and more bizarre and this part of the bizarreness relates to interpreations of religion.. what happened to the truth?

07:43 AM - Community Criminal (now open)
Category: Life

It was a hot day, the kids had been whining all day about the heat and there was nothing I could do to cool them down. We were in drought with level 6 water restrictions which meant no swimming pool, no outside taps and an empty town pool. Brodie didn't take it too well and he was very loud in his objections to the drought and the distinct lack of water for him to cool his little self off with. It was hard on the kids, it was the first hot days since we had moved back from the tropics where they were used to swimming in the streets every afternoon in the monsoon rain.

Mid morning I went into the kids rooms to start tidying up while the little ones played outside, All of a sudden Brodie came running into the house with heavy footsteps and then there was silence. My ears pricked up to listen to what he was doing but all I could hear was the steady stream of a tap with water flowing outside. Hell No!!. My feet never even hit the floor before I was flying out the back in a mad panic. I skidded up to the tap like a batter running to home base and frantically turned it off. Standing up, I looked in dismay at the now running water just creeping to the end of the short drainage ditch before the side path.

Of course Brodie was nowhere to be found. After spending weeks trying to turn the tap .. we had turned it off with pliers, he finally succeeded, scaring the poop out of himself in the process at the thought of what was going to happen next to him and his little tush.

I had barely rounded him up from his spot in the library behind the bookshelf and was dishing out his lecture when there came a knock at the back door. No, it couldn't be, I thought shaking my head as I went out to answer it. Oh dear it was, standing in front of me were three council workers, in their bright orange shirts that a person needed sunglasses to be around without being blinded and all wearing floppy cowboy hats with bulbous round red suntanned faces.


The largest one, who was obviously designated "leader" by the look of his big "fines" book unfurled in his hand, glared at me as the door opened.

"Ma'am we just received a phone call that reported you had an outisde tap on. You do realize this town is in water restrictions and that is a 300 hundred dollar fine". He said, puffing his beer belly out even further in my face. (I hate being little at times like that)

I did a double take, I could help it. I felt so surreal, like I was in the middle of a movie set or worse the subject of The Truman Show. I peered around for cameras before setting my eyes back on the three men standing with their arms crossed in front of me almost frothing at the mouth in anticipation of a good catch.

I laughed, I couldn't help it.

"Pardon, did you just say what I thought you said", I asked of the beetman in the pumpkin suit directly in front.

He got more blustery if that was possible. "I said do you realize that there is a ban on outside taps and it is a 300 dollar fine. You have been reported as having a tap on and I can see a little bit of water here.


I took a deep breath.

Well yes I do know there is a ban on outside taps and I abide by that ban where possible and that is why the tap was turned off immediately we found it on. I have a small child here that doesn't quite understand that he is not allowed to do his favourite thing in the whole world and we have taken precautions but unless the water is turned off to the taps alltogether I can only do so much.

"Well im sorry, that is not good enough. The law is no outside taps at all, fines are enforced and we encourage people to report all breeches in the water act". "You are lucky its us and not the police taking you down and charging you". Blustered beet Man, beginning to start writing in his fines book. His two cronies, "Bill and Ben" the flowerpot men, nodded in serious agreement at his words, with a look in their eyes that spoke of handcuffing me and parading me through the town naked to be tarred and feathered.

I said. "Listen this is a joke, you cannot be serious I just explained about my son. He doesn't understand he is four years old. It was turned off within a minute".

Beetman kept writing, he eyes peering over the top of the fine book at me. "Our laws are no outside taps at all and you have broken the law".



"Ok well, technically my son broke the law so lets get down to it. I do not waste water, I encourage water savings in every way possible but having said that my husband is inside in bed with radioactive medication that he has to inject into himself. He is not allowed skin contact with me and I wash his vomit buckets outside everyday. i will continue to do so no matter what you come here and threaten me with. I will not wash them inside and expose my children to the radioactivity. I could have lied and said that was what happened today but I didn't. As I said my son turned the tap on and I turned it off.

"If you do that ever Ma'am you will be fined everytime and we will be having your neighbours report you" Spluttered beetman getting more fervent by the second. I was getting worried that steam was going to blow his hat off and his red face would erupt everywhere.

By this time I was stunned. I was watching him getting himself so worked up and so indignant about this huge breech of the law.


"I am sorry but every week I spend over 70 dollars on water. I buy in 15 litres of water a day. I do not use your town water to cook with or drink. My children due to restrictions of hot water and water restrictions have reused bathwater of a night and at the moment I have no washing machine so I pay for the use of a washing machine and water down at the laundromat. Now if you will excuse me a moment I am just going to step inisde my kitchen and turn my sink tap on and open the window for a minute while we talk.

he looked at me strangely. "What are you doing. Where are you going, come back here". He looked at his buddies frantically as if I was going to bolt off into the sunset on him.

I am going inside to turn my tap on and waste some water legally, as I am allowed to do while you waste me time with such a pathetic issue and situation. Do you have any idea how ridiculous this looks.

"You can't do that", he belched at me.


"I can and I will, if you are going to fine me then I might as well sit here and waste 300 dollars worth of water. At least then I will accept the fine accordingly and feel it was warranted". I answered calmly.

They looked at e