Showing posts with label Gretchen Whitmer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gretchen Whitmer. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

There is no United States of America

 There is nothing quite like being slapped into reality.   Silly me, I believed that it was still possible for a nobody like Abraham Lincoln to be elected president.  I believed that the so-called Land of Opportunity was still that.   If I am self-depreciating enough, I will admit that I actually believed, oh, that there was still justice in this country, even a little bit.

Yeah, I'm dumb.

The court update with my parents, about their grandson (my half-nephew) who has abused them and threatened to kill them is this:  my parents were coerced into signing papers they didn't understand so they are at fault.  MDHHS -- that brilliant bastion of complete stupidity who answers to no one -- claims my dad has early onset dementia, because the nephew's psychiatrist says so -- because the 11 year old boy said so.  If my dad does, then how can they coerce him into an admission that isn't true?

Oh, and the overall goal, besides taking all the money CPS can from my parents, is to put the grandson back in.  Yes, the same one who threatened to kill them, and who held my dad hostage while my mom almost died in the hospital.

The referee, the lawyers, CPS and MDHHS, are all more concerned with making money and getting on the golf course than solving the problem of a child so horribly abused that he never should have been placed with his grandparents.  Except the State of Michigan was more concerned with getting the kids out of the system, and so their facilitator lied -- and was paid a $10,000 bonus.  $5,000 per child.  The Brockitt case was worth $20,000.

As some of you know, my mom almost died in January.  She is not able to walk very well, and frankly, I have been in the middle ground of my parents, as my mom is in denial about what she is and isn't able to do.  She is unable to do very little, and I can't see how she will be able to stay on her own once my dad dies of the stress of this situation.  (No one seems to recall his heart problems, or that his grandson attempted to kill him.)   There are days I don't understand how she can be home at all. 

But hey, there's a lot of people who need to make their money and hurry up to get out onto the golf course.   Maybe we should hang the lawyers, judges, social workers and others who can't be bothered with their jobs.....  but they make too much money.   Must be nice to consistently replace an abuser into the same home, and not be held liable for breaking the law, eh Samantha?  The law says an abuser cannot be placed back into the home.  Must be nice to be able to watch elder abuse occur and not be named as accessory when you refused to stop it, eh Keith? 

"Cut the telephone line and the story's the same."

Monday, May 25, 2020

"Live Free and Die" Memorial Day 2020 under occupation

"It's "Live Free or Die", not 'Live free AND die'," said Michigan Governor Whitmer at one of her coronavirus briefings.  SNL parodied it, and that is all that is out there now.

This post began as a commentary on the ridiculousness of her statement and comparing what she is doing to the book 1984.  Instead, I will let these timeless words, written by a Canadian soldier during the war to end all wars, say what needs to be said in indictment of Gretchen Whitmer.

We also received word that Bluewater gets to build compressor behind us "but we should be proud" that we lost.  We should be proud that a corporation can destroy our homes and lives, that we should be afraid and live in fear of a virus....  I don't recognize America, do you?  Would the soldiers, who lie sleeping in their graves from WWI and WWII -- would they?  What would they say to us, who hand away without thought, what they gave their lives for?   Not all wars are fought with artillery, and we must be willing to keep faith with those who fought for our futures.


In Flanders fields, the poppies blow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
  That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still singing bravely, fly
Scarce heard among the guns below.

We are the Dead.  Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
  Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you, from failing hands we throw
  The torch; be yours to hold it high.
  If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
~John McCrae, 1872-1918