Peter's Template has two parts: the path of love and the path of hate. Wherever you are in life, whether talking with someone or just thinking about some topic, you can instantly use Peter's Template to see if you or the other person or even an organization is on the path of love or hate. You mentally put the template over the situation, whatever it is, and see which part of the template fits better: is what is going on part of the path of love or is it part of the path of hate? Now that you know that, you can either confirm the love that is being expressed, if that is what you want to do, or if it is hate that is being expressed you can confirm the hate, confront it or walk away from it.
I have written about my sister, Sarah, being the recipient of hate from a relative, who, I will tell you now, is her sister, Rebecca. Sarah believes a great deal of Rebecca's hate comes from the fact that Sara would not demonize Rebecca's husband, Lucky. Sarah told me, "I could not demonize Lucky because I had spent too much time with Lucky and Ron (one of our brothers) when he used to work for Lucky. I heard about the other side of Rebecca, and I was not going to join in the group calling Lucky no-good and Rebecca the totally innocent victim. It just didn't happen that way."
Rebecca is very materialistic, and she came about this naturally for my family worshipped the dollar more than it worshipped God. My father was raised during the Depression and talked of the hardships often. I did not learn the following until I was in my thirties, and Mom had left Dad in Virginia for four months while she enjoyed her first visit to Idaho, a place she fell in love with. Dad was lonely, and he told me something Mom had made him sworn never to talk about for fear that it would eat him up: the homestead they had given up in Alaska later was found to have oil on it. My parents would have been fabulously rich. I was the one who got in the way for at the last moment my mother told my father that she did not want to homestead in Alaska because I would grow up among prospectors, trappers, and prostitutes. Therefore, they returned to the States, and I was born in Massachusetts where her parents lived.
Until this summer, my sister Sarah had not been to Idaho in five years. Before that, she had traveled from Vermont to Idaho almost every year. During the visit five years ago, Sarah had become aware of what Rebecca was saying about her behind her back. She learned that primarily through me. When she tried to confront Rebecca, she was met with ferocious and very articulate hatefullness. Sarah thought she was close to Rebecca, and what she saw now stunned her. She also learned that she was no match in debating Rebecca. Rebecca immediately went on a vicious, prolonged offensive, and Sarah collapsed into a silent, psychosomatic defeat even though the facts overwhelmingly supported Sarah. Sarah's heart began beating irregularly, her stomach hurt, and she began burping uncontrollably. Sarah and I were raised separately from the other four children. There was a seven year difference between the first set of children -Sarah and I - and the second set of four children. We were raised very severely by our father. The abuse was so great that my mother stood up to Dad and told him, "If you treat our other children the way you treated Sarah and Peter, I will divorce you." Sarah and I were taught that children were seen and not heard, and as a consequence both of us have found it extremely difficult to speak up and be assertive. Rebecca walked all over Sarah over the most juvenile subject: Sarah had received more than Rebecca from our parents and had therefore mooched off them. While Sarah was still in Idaho, she decided that she would confront Rebecca about the charge, and a big pow-wow was held on lawnchairs in my mother's driveway. My father was dead at this time. He was Sarah's champion too. Sarah had our mother and brother Ron sit in on the confrontation. Now Sarah had found out from an aunt in Massachusetts that Rebecca had gotten Mom to give money so her children could go to private schools (church schools) and had even helped Rebecca's son with college expenses, so Sarah was holding all the cards. But it didn't make any difference.
Sarah went over the list of things her parents had bought her since she had lived in Vermont. The list included a washer, a dryer, a stove, and a couple thousand dollars for a car. My response was, "Big freaking deal! That's what decent parents do if they can afford to." But I was not at the pow-wow. I only heard about it from Sarah. Sarah's response to Rebecca's rant was to become paralyzed except for her heart irregularity and her burping. For five hours, Rebecca hissed about Sarah taking advantage of her parents, and Sarah said nothing about the thousands of dollars in tuition that were spent on Rebecca's children. All our mother said was (to Sarah): "I thought we had bought you more than that." She said nothing to stop the crazinness, but in fairness to her, this was the sort of crazinness she had heard all her life since age seventeen from her husband, our father.Also,I am sure mother could plainly see that Rebecca was extremely vindictive, and it was Rebecca and her children who took care of her, not Sarah. Sarah would be going back to Vermont.
I will tell how Peter's Template and trying to be on the path of love led to Sarah going back to Idaho after a five year hiatus.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Vice-President Palin, Perjury Story Begins
Congratulations to Sarah Paldin, our next Vice-President. I hope everyone feels the energy I do from just looking at this woman. She has the openness and enthusiasm of youth,principles, and of being an outdoorsperson. It is also exciting for me because I started life in an Eskimo village in Anchorage though I was born in Massachusetts and raised in the South.
I want to start the story about why I have had my Second Amendment rights taken away from me and my guns seized by the Sheriff's Office. It began when Tasha and I came down from Virginia and found the house we are living in now. As soon as we saw it, we knew that was where we wanted to live. It was a block house painted yellow, 2500 square feet with a big two-car garage. The house had been built by the owner of an air-conditioning business on 80 acres. Unfortunately, he had gone into default, and for years the house had been abandoned. Locals used the pond for duck hunting, and I think I can see bullet holes on the exterior under the yellow paint. When we bought the house, it came with a little over eight acres that included a pond. We bought the house from a New York lawyer who had retired because of a stroke. His wife, a younger woman and a psychic seemed to run things. She did all the talking.
The two of them had bought our house when it was deserted and run down. They remodeled the interior, and the psychic hanged crystals in every room to bring peace.
The combined living room and dining area was quite large as well as the kitchen. We had been living in Tasha's low income house which she had bought for $30,000 when she was working for the City of Williamsburg, Virginia as a secretary making $7,000 a year. She had two children for whom she was getting child support for a total of $250 a month. Her house was, as you would expect, very thinly built and very small.
This block house in Florida was a palace in comparison. But we didn't know that the house had an ominous history to it. A couple had won a Power Ball lotto of around 100 million dollars. They decided to try to live as anonymously as possible and came to Florida from the North looking for a place to live. They had a young son whom they loved very much and were very afraid that he would be kidnapped and held for ransom.
They were an obsessive couple, particularly the husband. They had won the Power Ball lotto by devoting the wife's entire salary to lotto tickets and had painstakingly researched every technique for picking the winning number from the most obscure mysticism to quantum physics. After years of study and betting, it had finally paid off and paid off big. Now they were looking for a place to hide.
I want to start the story about why I have had my Second Amendment rights taken away from me and my guns seized by the Sheriff's Office. It began when Tasha and I came down from Virginia and found the house we are living in now. As soon as we saw it, we knew that was where we wanted to live. It was a block house painted yellow, 2500 square feet with a big two-car garage. The house had been built by the owner of an air-conditioning business on 80 acres. Unfortunately, he had gone into default, and for years the house had been abandoned. Locals used the pond for duck hunting, and I think I can see bullet holes on the exterior under the yellow paint. When we bought the house, it came with a little over eight acres that included a pond. We bought the house from a New York lawyer who had retired because of a stroke. His wife, a younger woman and a psychic seemed to run things. She did all the talking.
The two of them had bought our house when it was deserted and run down. They remodeled the interior, and the psychic hanged crystals in every room to bring peace.
The combined living room and dining area was quite large as well as the kitchen. We had been living in Tasha's low income house which she had bought for $30,000 when she was working for the City of Williamsburg, Virginia as a secretary making $7,000 a year. She had two children for whom she was getting child support for a total of $250 a month. Her house was, as you would expect, very thinly built and very small.
This block house in Florida was a palace in comparison. But we didn't know that the house had an ominous history to it. A couple had won a Power Ball lotto of around 100 million dollars. They decided to try to live as anonymously as possible and came to Florida from the North looking for a place to live. They had a young son whom they loved very much and were very afraid that he would be kidnapped and held for ransom.
They were an obsessive couple, particularly the husband. They had won the Power Ball lotto by devoting the wife's entire salary to lotto tickets and had painstakingly researched every technique for picking the winning number from the most obscure mysticism to quantum physics. After years of study and betting, it had finally paid off and paid off big. Now they were looking for a place to hide.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Foster Child Kills Self, Child
I did call Betty Copland, Director of York County Social Services, and she asked her people if Tanya was their foster child. Betty and I stayed on the phone and waite and waited. Finally, she asked me, "What do you think is wrong that I can't even find out my own foster children?"
"I think you're people are spending too much time giving therapy rather than out in the field doing old-fashioned social work, Betty," I replied.
"You may be right."
We waited so long that she finally said,"I'll call you back, Pete."
She never did. Betty's agency had become interested in Salvador Minuchin's structural family therapy and the theory that every child should be returned to his parents in spite of the severity of the abuse or neglect. Of course, the parents would need considerable rehabilitation in many cases before that could safely be done. One of Betty's social workers, Mary Quinn Gunther-Sale had taken a leave of absence to study under Minuchin at the Philadelphia Child Guidance Clinic. When Quinn returned, she began teaching social workers all around Virginia in Minuchin's theory and practice of social work. Betty also sent other social workers up to Philadelphia to learn from the master, and Quinn was awarded The Commissioner's Medal by State Social Services Commissioner Bill Luquehardt for educating the social workers in Virginia. But as a result of this emphasis on family therapy, York County didn't even know who there foster children were (not that the agency would admit that). Eventually, my social worker, Sue Royster, informed me that York County had finally acknowledged that Tanya was their foster child, and had given Sue the name of Tanya's social worker. Sue had talked to the social worker, but she had disregarded Sue's suggestion that Tanya be offerred individual therapy. In retrospect, I should have again contacted Betty Copland and lobbied with her for Tanya to get therapy for disaster struck when Steve told Tanya he did not want to marry her. Tanya slit her wrist, killing her unborn baby and herself. I got to her funeral just as it was breaking up and saw only one York County Social Worker there, Rashid, a supervisor. He gave me a very insolent look as he drove by me, not even bothering to wave.
About a month later, the directors in my region were at lunch after a meeting. Someone said, "I wonder if we should adopt Betty's family therapy at our agencies."
Another director replied, "After all the publicity she's been getting, I don't know if we have any choice."
I knew I was crossing the Rubicon, but I didn't know the fighting would be so dirty and false, but I had to say something for the sake of any more Tanyas: I told them what had happened with Tanya and her child. You could have heard a pin drop at that table. As soon as I finished, everyone left, probably to call either Betty or their agencies to tell them the bomb I had just dropped. Soon I heard that Betty was coming after me using the newspapers. What she did was have her friend, Paula Kreschin,the state regional director, suddenly conduct "studies" of my agency, which was unheard of. We had just gone through a review by the state and passed. It was obvious that the "studies" were going to be highly critical of my agency.As each one was done, it was leaked in full to the media, and it hit the papers, television, and radio. Because of my fear of public speaking and meetings, I folded and said nothing. Like a little lamb, I let them cut my throat without a struggle. If Richard Carter had just called me to his home, I probably could have explained that I was being scapegoated for two deaths that York County and state social services desperately wanted kept a secret.I was comfortable sitting in Carter's den, talking to him man to man. Remember that the Commissioner had just given one of York County social workers a medal. My board felt tremendous pressure to get rid of me and created the lie of disobeying an order not only as a pretext to fire me but to deprive me of unemployment compensation. It was not only a terrible blow, but a low one too.
Two Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
"I think you're people are spending too much time giving therapy rather than out in the field doing old-fashioned social work, Betty," I replied.
"You may be right."
We waited so long that she finally said,"I'll call you back, Pete."
She never did. Betty's agency had become interested in Salvador Minuchin's structural family therapy and the theory that every child should be returned to his parents in spite of the severity of the abuse or neglect. Of course, the parents would need considerable rehabilitation in many cases before that could safely be done. One of Betty's social workers, Mary Quinn Gunther-Sale had taken a leave of absence to study under Minuchin at the Philadelphia Child Guidance Clinic. When Quinn returned, she began teaching social workers all around Virginia in Minuchin's theory and practice of social work. Betty also sent other social workers up to Philadelphia to learn from the master, and Quinn was awarded The Commissioner's Medal by State Social Services Commissioner Bill Luquehardt for educating the social workers in Virginia. But as a result of this emphasis on family therapy, York County didn't even know who there foster children were (not that the agency would admit that). Eventually, my social worker, Sue Royster, informed me that York County had finally acknowledged that Tanya was their foster child, and had given Sue the name of Tanya's social worker. Sue had talked to the social worker, but she had disregarded Sue's suggestion that Tanya be offerred individual therapy. In retrospect, I should have again contacted Betty Copland and lobbied with her for Tanya to get therapy for disaster struck when Steve told Tanya he did not want to marry her. Tanya slit her wrist, killing her unborn baby and herself. I got to her funeral just as it was breaking up and saw only one York County Social Worker there, Rashid, a supervisor. He gave me a very insolent look as he drove by me, not even bothering to wave.
About a month later, the directors in my region were at lunch after a meeting. Someone said, "I wonder if we should adopt Betty's family therapy at our agencies."
Another director replied, "After all the publicity she's been getting, I don't know if we have any choice."
I knew I was crossing the Rubicon, but I didn't know the fighting would be so dirty and false, but I had to say something for the sake of any more Tanyas: I told them what had happened with Tanya and her child. You could have heard a pin drop at that table. As soon as I finished, everyone left, probably to call either Betty or their agencies to tell them the bomb I had just dropped. Soon I heard that Betty was coming after me using the newspapers. What she did was have her friend, Paula Kreschin,the state regional director, suddenly conduct "studies" of my agency, which was unheard of. We had just gone through a review by the state and passed. It was obvious that the "studies" were going to be highly critical of my agency.As each one was done, it was leaked in full to the media, and it hit the papers, television, and radio. Because of my fear of public speaking and meetings, I folded and said nothing. Like a little lamb, I let them cut my throat without a struggle. If Richard Carter had just called me to his home, I probably could have explained that I was being scapegoated for two deaths that York County and state social services desperately wanted kept a secret.I was comfortable sitting in Carter's den, talking to him man to man. Remember that the Commissioner had just given one of York County social workers a medal. My board felt tremendous pressure to get rid of me and created the lie of disobeying an order not only as a pretext to fire me but to deprive me of unemployment compensation. It was not only a terrible blow, but a low one too.
Two Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Welfare Board Lies II, Paintball Marker
Another possibility could be that the city manager, Frank Force (all real names in this issue, unless stated otherwise) could have had the board invent a lie for my dismissal. This is reinforced by Joe Phillips, the City Attorney. When my lawyer and I journey to the state capital to argue that I had not disobeyed an order of the welfare board, Joe showed up. He made the absurd arguement that while I actually didn't disobey the board, I appeared to. I think this was being based on the fact that I did argue against going for permanent custody of the two foster children. Their mother had disappeared for two weeks with the son of one of our two social workers, but she had showed back up and was earnestly pledging that she would do everything we wanted her to do in order to get her children back. She also had a million excuses for disappearing. This woman had scandalized my board. For example, before we took custody of the children, she and the son of one of my social workers had engaged in sex in her bedroom and had been so engaged and for so long that the two children who were left in the livingroom staged a mutiny. One of them, the boy, started a fire. That got the attention of not only his mother but the Williamsburg Fire Department. I was so scandalized myself that I fired this part-time social worker who was a brand-new hire. But as a veteran social worker, I knew that if this woman was begging for another chance and was professing that she was willing to do anything social services said, Judge John Sowder would want to give her another chance before he took parental rights completely away from her. But my board insisted on micro-managing the professional staff, and I got a date for a court hearing. At no time did I say I would not obey the board. Going to Richmond to try to stop me from getting unemployment compensation was such a small thing for a city attorney to do but it fit with the nervousness and extreme frugality that Force practiced as city manager. On weekends, he would come into the city and water the flowers and shrubs around city hall. When it snowed, he manned a snowplow. I was very thrifty with my agency too, but he was such an abrupt Nervous Nelly that people did not enjoy being around him. He was obnoxious, dashing about, upsetting people. There was no professionalism; it was all about Frank.
The third possibility is that the suggestion of a lie came from Paula Kreschin, the state regional director, by way of Betty Copland, the director of social services in the adjoining county of York County. I had worked for Betty for a year as a Senior Social Worker, and she helped me get the job as director in the Williamsburg office. After working there several years, Sue Royster, my Senior Social Worker and only social worker at the time, came to me to discuss one of our male foster children. Steve was dating Tanya, a foster child of York County's. Tanya was pregnant with Steve's child, and she wanted to get married. Steve had expressed doubts about that but did not want to say anything to Tanya as she was the dominant one of the couple. Sue wisely suggested counseling for Steve and during his therapy, he became firm about his decision not to marry. He said, "It would be kids raising kids." Sue came to me because she feared that Tanya would be very upset with Steve's decision when he told her and had tried to call York County Social Services to speak to Tanya's social worker. She wanted to suggest that the social worker get Tanya into counseling before Steve told her his decision. York County denied she was one of their foster children. This would probably would not surprise anyone today, particularly in Florida as we know what disarray the foster children program is in. But this was the early eighties, long before the corruption began, and York County prided itself on thinking it was the best social service agency in Virginia. I had shared that pride when I worked there and thought a lot of Betty. I told Sue I would call Betty, and she would know who Tanya's social worker was
I will continue this story tomorrow because I want to mention my paintball marker: I love shooting at clay pigeons, but have had my gun rights taken away from me. I think that bad things happen to me because I do not know important people and that is something I need to work on. For four years, I have been using a slingshot and a bow to shoot at clay targets, but apparently I have worn out my rotator cup. Shooting either is painful so recently I acquired a $30 introductory model paintball marker. The partner of my current lawyer did his research and assures me there is no absurd law in Florida saying it was a firearm. I wanted to be absolutely sure as I cannot legally possess a gun. My guns are at the sheriff's office. Now the problem is that I've noticed the paintball marker does make a report when the compressed air shoots out a paintball. My fear is that my neighbors from hell will call the police saying I have a firearm, make a police report that will result in a charge, and I will have to employ an attorney for thousands of dollars to handle the charge. I am considering writing my lawyer and seeing if he can write or contact the state attorney to see if we can avoid this happening.
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
The third possibility is that the suggestion of a lie came from Paula Kreschin, the state regional director, by way of Betty Copland, the director of social services in the adjoining county of York County. I had worked for Betty for a year as a Senior Social Worker, and she helped me get the job as director in the Williamsburg office. After working there several years, Sue Royster, my Senior Social Worker and only social worker at the time, came to me to discuss one of our male foster children. Steve was dating Tanya, a foster child of York County's. Tanya was pregnant with Steve's child, and she wanted to get married. Steve had expressed doubts about that but did not want to say anything to Tanya as she was the dominant one of the couple. Sue wisely suggested counseling for Steve and during his therapy, he became firm about his decision not to marry. He said, "It would be kids raising kids." Sue came to me because she feared that Tanya would be very upset with Steve's decision when he told her and had tried to call York County Social Services to speak to Tanya's social worker. She wanted to suggest that the social worker get Tanya into counseling before Steve told her his decision. York County denied she was one of their foster children. This would probably would not surprise anyone today, particularly in Florida as we know what disarray the foster children program is in. But this was the early eighties, long before the corruption began, and York County prided itself on thinking it was the best social service agency in Virginia. I had shared that pride when I worked there and thought a lot of Betty. I told Sue I would call Betty, and she would know who Tanya's social worker was
I will continue this story tomorrow because I want to mention my paintball marker: I love shooting at clay pigeons, but have had my gun rights taken away from me. I think that bad things happen to me because I do not know important people and that is something I need to work on. For four years, I have been using a slingshot and a bow to shoot at clay targets, but apparently I have worn out my rotator cup. Shooting either is painful so recently I acquired a $30 introductory model paintball marker. The partner of my current lawyer did his research and assures me there is no absurd law in Florida saying it was a firearm. I wanted to be absolutely sure as I cannot legally possess a gun. My guns are at the sheriff's office. Now the problem is that I've noticed the paintball marker does make a report when the compressed air shoots out a paintball. My fear is that my neighbors from hell will call the police saying I have a firearm, make a police report that will result in a charge, and I will have to employ an attorney for thousands of dollars to handle the charge. I am considering writing my lawyer and seeing if he can write or contact the state attorney to see if we can avoid this happening.
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
Monday, August 25, 2008
Welfare Board Lies
Last Friday afternoon as I lay down for a nap, it suddenly came out of nowhere: I knew why the board at Williamsburg Social Services fired me. I wasn't even thinking about the issue, but somwhere in my unconscious, I, paradoxically, was. The board claimed that I had failed an order to pursue taking two foster children into permanent custody with the right to put them up for adoption. This was a craven claim because when the board accused me of that when it fired me, I had excused myself, gone to my office a few feet away, and brought back two court orders stating the time and date to hear my arguements that those children should be put into the permanent custody of Williamsburg Social Services with the right to put them up for adoption. The board was looking for a reason to fire me due to bad publicity my agency had received. I will talk about that later. Now it was midnight -yes, midnight- and the board was fishing for an acceptable reason to terminate my employment. Since the members could find nothing that they wanted to use, they decided upon the lie that I had disobeyed their order to seek permanent custody of two specific foster children even though I had a time, date, and court order to do just that. It still amazes me how people can lie and try to deny reality. It is so childish. But very, very common.
But what I realized suddenly last Friday was that there was another reason for propagating this lie: in Virginia, if you were fired for diobedience, you were unable to collect unemployment.
Not only did the board want to take my job, it wanted to take my unemployment. I don't know where this meanness came from. I can speculate that it came from Richard Carter, the chairman of the board. He was an emotional man, a "liberal," and almost completely blind. He had been employed by Colonial Williamsburg for many years. I heard that he wanted desperately to be appointed a vice-president of Colonial Williamsburg, where he would have lived a life of ease, plenty, and great prestige. The word was that he didn't get the job because of his emotionality and dramatics.
He retired and with great bitterness about his poverty and blindness began wondering, with me at times, what kind of job he could get. I brought Mr. Carter to the board meetings and took him home. I went over to his house once a month to get him to sign the welfare checks. I brought him bluefish from the Outer Banks of North Carolina, and we ate them with wine in his dining room.
I listened to his talk for hours. He told me, "We're going to get handguns and those big folding-knives men carry on their belts banished." One time when I mentioned something stupid state welfare was doing, he cautioned me: "Whatever the state says, we must do it without questions."
When state welfare began bad publicity about my local office in Williamsburg, Carter never had the decency to call me and ask me to come over to his home and discuss things from my perspective. He was my Judas, turning himself over completely to the state (welfare) just like he had warned me he would do and would expect everyone else to do. Although an ordained minister who worked as a substitute preacher, the State was God to him and deserved absolute disobedience (I don't fear a suit from Carter as what I write is the truth, and besides, he and the City Attorney, Joe Phillips, have threatened one already. But that's another story.) I can see Carter going along with state welfare, even suggesting it, that I should be fired for the lie that I disobeyed the board. Without unemployment compensation, I would be as poor as he pretended to be. Richard Carter came from the famous Carter family of Virginia, and his mother, who was bedridden and lived with him, had a very big investment portfolio. But Carter was always boo-hooing to me that he was forced to live "in genteel poverty."
But what I realized suddenly last Friday was that there was another reason for propagating this lie: in Virginia, if you were fired for diobedience, you were unable to collect unemployment.
Not only did the board want to take my job, it wanted to take my unemployment. I don't know where this meanness came from. I can speculate that it came from Richard Carter, the chairman of the board. He was an emotional man, a "liberal," and almost completely blind. He had been employed by Colonial Williamsburg for many years. I heard that he wanted desperately to be appointed a vice-president of Colonial Williamsburg, where he would have lived a life of ease, plenty, and great prestige. The word was that he didn't get the job because of his emotionality and dramatics.
He retired and with great bitterness about his poverty and blindness began wondering, with me at times, what kind of job he could get. I brought Mr. Carter to the board meetings and took him home. I went over to his house once a month to get him to sign the welfare checks. I brought him bluefish from the Outer Banks of North Carolina, and we ate them with wine in his dining room.
I listened to his talk for hours. He told me, "We're going to get handguns and those big folding-knives men carry on their belts banished." One time when I mentioned something stupid state welfare was doing, he cautioned me: "Whatever the state says, we must do it without questions."
When state welfare began bad publicity about my local office in Williamsburg, Carter never had the decency to call me and ask me to come over to his home and discuss things from my perspective. He was my Judas, turning himself over completely to the state (welfare) just like he had warned me he would do and would expect everyone else to do. Although an ordained minister who worked as a substitute preacher, the State was God to him and deserved absolute disobedience (I don't fear a suit from Carter as what I write is the truth, and besides, he and the City Attorney, Joe Phillips, have threatened one already. But that's another story.) I can see Carter going along with state welfare, even suggesting it, that I should be fired for the lie that I disobeyed the board. Without unemployment compensation, I would be as poor as he pretended to be. Richard Carter came from the famous Carter family of Virginia, and his mother, who was bedridden and lived with him, had a very big investment portfolio. But Carter was always boo-hooing to me that he was forced to live "in genteel poverty."
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Obama's Lie
I did not take lightly the enormity of writing that Obama was a baby killer of both unborn and born babies in my post yesterday. In fact, I woke up early worrying about it. I mulled it over for an hour and then gave up and took a valerian root capsule. Then I got back to sleep. Now I understand that Obama is brazenly and absurdly denied that he spoke against and voted against the Illinois Born Alive Infant Protection Act. He's on video arguing against it. Tasha who is much more pragmatic than me would simply say, "Of course he would lie," but I am always looking for deeper answers. I think I have found one in Jonah Goldberg's brilliant book, "Liberal Fascism."
Goldberg points out that one of the early fascists, George Sorel, wrote that the truth was not important; it was only important that the people believed what you told them. If they believed you, then a lie became the truth, so good leaders had to lie well (page 37).
Somehow my completed post was erased, and I don't have enough time left at the library computer to recreate it. Hasta Luego, Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
Goldberg points out that one of the early fascists, George Sorel, wrote that the truth was not important; it was only important that the people believed what you told them. If they believed you, then a lie became the truth, so good leaders had to lie well (page 37).
Somehow my completed post was erased, and I don't have enough time left at the library computer to recreate it. Hasta Luego, Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Obama, The Baby Killer
I can hardly believe what I am writing: that a person who is going to be a presidential nominee from the biggest political party in the United States is a baby killer. Partially spearheaded by a nurse who saw babies who survived attempted killings of unborn babies- abortions- the Born Alive Infant Protection Act was introduced into the legislative session of the Illinois state legislature for two consecutive years in the early 2000s. This act would have ended the child abuse ( didn't Illinois already have a law prohibiting child abuse and neglect with Child Protective Social Workers in every local social service department or weren't these agencies responding to the calls because of political, read power, concerns?) practice of taking babies who had survived doctors' attempts to kill them when they were still unborn and neglecting them until they died. That is doctors would take the naked baby who had survived their attempts to murder him, put the baby unclothed into dirty lined closets or anywhere else convenient, deprive them of clothing and milk until the baby died of coldness, thirst, and hunger. This is unbelievable. This is America? Not the America that I love and fight for. Doctors take the Hippocratic Oath which states first: "Non nocere"- to do no harm, and then they turn around and kill innocent babies?
I saw on "Hannity and Colmes," Barack Obama standing on the floor of the Illinois legislature saying in April, 2002 that he opposed the Born Alive Infant Protection Act because "it would place an undue burden on the mother and the physician" to have a second physician step in and care for the born alive baby after an unsuccessful abortion attempt. What about the burden for the mother and the doctor for murdering a baby, for murdering an American citizen? Obama was supporting infanticide. This is the man (?) you want for President? If Obama will take completely innocent babies and make them cold, hungry, and thirsty until they die, what will he do to you? Don't believe the hype, my friend. Believe the actions. History is prelude. To put it lightly, Obama does not have the judgement to be president or even a social worker. He is a baby killer, both unborn and born. He kills American citizens. I have shown you in previous blogs issues where Obama is on the path of hate. This is the most important one for this is murder, and if a man will murder newly-born babies, no one is safe from his disturbed mind. This man needs help, but I know of no friends who are healthy enough to help him. He's got "America is Mean" Michelle, G-- - D--- America" Reverend Wright, "Put down the whites" Father Phleger, and "Bomb the Pentagon" Ayers for friends. These people will not try to help him get on the path of love toward children. Oh, yes, he loves his children, but he obviously doesn't love yours or mine. I speak this as a natural father, an adoptive father, a former step-father and a former Protective Services Social Worker and supervisor. Do not vote for The Baby Killer; vote for The Patriot.
I had been referring to Obama as The Teleprompter, but I heard that he used part of his vacation in Hawaii to learn to make speeches without using the teleprompter.
For the past two days, the libraries have been closed due to tropical storm, Fay. Twice the electricity went out at home, but those periods were very short. Many frogs came inside, and it has been sad finding them dead on the floor. I use a lot of Clorox on the tile, cleaning up after the dogs and suspect they died of Clorox permeating their skin. Next time, I will try to catch all of them and get them back outside. There are hundreds of broken limbs in the front and back yards. We have close to a hundred mature and dead trees, and limbs are always falling. After a storm, it's especially bad.
I mentioned in another blog Neal Boortz's two assistants, Belinda and Royal, backstabbing him with "liberal" comments. I'd like to add that Boortz needs to give up his little warning of "I will lie to you." if it is not true. If it's true, then he should get off the air. No one has time to listen to liars, and who would want to?
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
I saw on "Hannity and Colmes," Barack Obama standing on the floor of the Illinois legislature saying in April, 2002 that he opposed the Born Alive Infant Protection Act because "it would place an undue burden on the mother and the physician" to have a second physician step in and care for the born alive baby after an unsuccessful abortion attempt. What about the burden for the mother and the doctor for murdering a baby, for murdering an American citizen? Obama was supporting infanticide. This is the man (?) you want for President? If Obama will take completely innocent babies and make them cold, hungry, and thirsty until they die, what will he do to you? Don't believe the hype, my friend. Believe the actions. History is prelude. To put it lightly, Obama does not have the judgement to be president or even a social worker. He is a baby killer, both unborn and born. He kills American citizens. I have shown you in previous blogs issues where Obama is on the path of hate. This is the most important one for this is murder, and if a man will murder newly-born babies, no one is safe from his disturbed mind. This man needs help, but I know of no friends who are healthy enough to help him. He's got "America is Mean" Michelle, G-- - D--- America" Reverend Wright, "Put down the whites" Father Phleger, and "Bomb the Pentagon" Ayers for friends. These people will not try to help him get on the path of love toward children. Oh, yes, he loves his children, but he obviously doesn't love yours or mine. I speak this as a natural father, an adoptive father, a former step-father and a former Protective Services Social Worker and supervisor. Do not vote for The Baby Killer; vote for The Patriot.
I had been referring to Obama as The Teleprompter, but I heard that he used part of his vacation in Hawaii to learn to make speeches without using the teleprompter.
For the past two days, the libraries have been closed due to tropical storm, Fay. Twice the electricity went out at home, but those periods were very short. Many frogs came inside, and it has been sad finding them dead on the floor. I use a lot of Clorox on the tile, cleaning up after the dogs and suspect they died of Clorox permeating their skin. Next time, I will try to catch all of them and get them back outside. There are hundreds of broken limbs in the front and back yards. We have close to a hundred mature and dead trees, and limbs are always falling. After a storm, it's especially bad.
I mentioned in another blog Neal Boortz's two assistants, Belinda and Royal, backstabbing him with "liberal" comments. I'd like to add that Boortz needs to give up his little warning of "I will lie to you." if it is not true. If it's true, then he should get off the air. No one has time to listen to liars, and who would want to?
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
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