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Donald Sterling is the current owner of the Los Angeles Clippers and he's now embroiled in a complicated fight that, believe it or not, has much to offer parents. Sterling's now ex-paramour secretly recorded, a private, at-home conversation as he expressed personal opinions and his limitations on her associations. After she provided a celebrity gossip tabloid outlet with the recordings, Sterling has been deemed a racist due to statements he made in the recording, and Adam Silver, Commissioner of the NBA has banned him for life from participating in NBA functions, fined him $2.5 million dollars, and now pressing for a forced sale of his family owned franchise.
What does this story have to offer parents?
This situation, as well as so many current events, is loaded with opportunity to engage in thought provoking conversation that will not only be lively, but help to clarify personal ethics, character, principles, values, and morals when influenced by biases, prejudices, partial and uniformed consensus and popular culture.
As we groom our children to succeed, teaching them to become rational, critical thinkers is essential. The strength of the United States was built on free-thinking and thought leaders remain the innovators of the world. Engaging in dialogue that encourages your older elementary to high school children to think for themselves, have courage to draw personal conclusions, not automatically follow group-think but gather information, consider various perspectives, evaluate deeper principles, logically discuss many points, develops critical thinking and rational thought. It protects them from easy manipulation and builds the ability to analyze the world around them while defining their personal identity. It builds strong, rational, self-determined and confident adults.
Current events involving Donald Sterling, Toronto Mayor Rob Ford and Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus in contrast to others like Michigan State University basketball star Adreian Payne and his relationship with Lacey Holsworth can introduce topics of civil liberties, character, popularity, racism, censorship, cultural responsibility, consequences, mores, role models, and media influence to name a few.
To get into a productive conversation, ask leading questions and contribute thoughts that bring in another point of view and get down to core the issues. The point is to practice objective thinking and reasoning without becoming emotional, not necessarily to end with your childagreeing with your conclusions. Start out simply talking about current events especially if heard about on the news or radio while together, then introduce more thought-provoking questions into each subsequent conversation.
"What do you know about …"
"Seems like the popular opinion is… What do you think?"
"There are principles underneath, what other perspectives are there to consider?"
"While we might not agree with/like what someone does, what should be true for all of us?"
"What's that situation mean to you?"
Engage your kids in discourse to get them thinking.
PS. If you make it normal to have open conversations when they're little, they'll be much more inclined to continue to talk with they're teenagers…
"Too often we… enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought." – JOHN F. KENNEDY


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Over the years some of this site's content has evolved and changed quite a lot, some of it still remains the same. I am just a bit older now but however, my love and devotion for debian grows fonder each and every single day. As I stated somewhere else: "The day I discovered debian my computing hobby became a passion" and it seems like it is here to stay.

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In a way, you could think of what 54-year-old Kimberly Margeson did while visiting her 30-year-old son William Partridge in jail in upstate New York as an updated version of that trick they used to do in old black and white movies -- you know, when a crook's wife or kid or partner in crime would bake a file into a cake and bring it during visiting hours? Nowadays, of course, breaking out of prison takes a lot more simply sawing through some iron bars whenever the guard falls asleep on the job -- and I'm not sure they even let visitors bring things like cake to inmates. But certain gifts and/or interactions will always be allowed, I suppose ... such as a kiss between a mother and son. Even a disturbingly deep kiss ...
I can only assume that any armed guards in the room couldn't help but look away (far, far away) when they saw Margeson leaning in to plant a big wet one on Partridge's lips. I can't say I blame them. But maybe if they were paying closer attention, they would have noticed the mother slipping her son some Oxycodone pills along with her tongue.
At this point, police won't say how many pills were transferred or how they were discovered, finally, just that Margeson pleaded not guilty to charges of "criminal sale of a controlled substance and promoting prison contraband" and is free after posting bail. Partridge "remains in jail on an unrelated felony weapon possession charge."
More from The Stir: 35-Year Jail Sentence for Mom Who Left Her Kid to Die in the Car Is Way Too Short
This is a gross story, yes, but I hope the gross factor isn't the only thing people remember, because more than anything else, this is a sad story. A very sad story. Personally, I doubt this mom was trying to sneak her son enough prescription painkillers for him to sell to other prisoners. (Whose mouth is that big?!) Partridge is probably addicted to painkillers, an addiction which probably started (as so many do) with a significant amount of pain. He's probably in withdrawal, not to mention so miserably uncomfortable in the first place that his mom was literally just trying to bring him some medicine.
Do you think this mom deserves to go to jail for slipping her son drugs?
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That is, Jack Simpson: the incomparable villain from "The Duel." Did he or didn't he?
Rabbit caught in the headlights
(WARNING: This page is not for the squeamish.)
For your consideration: the case of one Mr. Midshipman John "Nasty Jack" Simpson, the thoroughly hissable villain in The Duel. Based on his actions in this episode, few would dispute that Simpson is a bully, a sadist, a liar, a cheater, a murderer, and ultimately a coward -- and, I must add, his hair is a fright. But is he also ... a child molester? A sexual predator? And of poor Archie in particular?
Many, though by no means all, viewers have concluded that the answer to this conundrum is, sadly, "aye." And although I normally need to be struck on the head with a 16-ton weight before I notice such things, I do count myself among the aye-sayers. However, for those who are interested, here is the evidence:
(NOTE: Unless otherwise indicated, these events all occurred in Episode 1, "The Duel")
* Archie's personality changes drastically whenever Simpson is around. When Simpson is absent, Archie is talkative, good-humored, and generally high-spirited. When Simpson is present, Archie becomes quiet and withdrawn.
* Although Simpson always seems to be beating up people or threatening to beat up people, he never does either to Archie. Yet Archie seems more terrified of him than anyone else does. Which begs the question, what is Simpson doing to him?
* Archie's fits appear to be triggered by Simpson's presence, or by reminders of Simpson. Another character, Clayton, explicitly makes this connection. In one scene, he and Horatio help Archie through a fit, and he says, "They've started again. Damn. I'd feared as much." Horatio asks, "What ails him?" Clayton nods in Simpson's direction and replies, "What ails us all?"
* During the "Inquisition" scene, Simpson announces his intention to determine what "dirty little secret" Horatio is hiding. His first guess is rather odd: "A fancier of other boys, perhaps?" Projection, perhaps?
* After Horatio has suffered a particularly severe pounding, he tells Clayton that someone should stand up to Simpson. Clayton responds, "The beating he gave you is nothing. Believe me, you don't know half of what he's capable of." Which begs the question, so what else is he capable of?
* One of the most heavily analyzed and debated scenes in the whole series, despite lasting only about 30 seconds at most. Archie goes down to the midshipmen's mess to get his hat. Suddenly Simpson emerges from the shadows and says: "Hello, Archie. It's been a long time. Jack's missed you, boy." Archie's horrified reactions are as follows:
"Hello, Archie. It's been a long time. Jack's missed you, boy."
(R, Center, L) from "The Duel"
Fortunately Horatio arrives at just that moment, before any further ickiness can transpire. Strangely, Archie appears more nervous than relieved, and Simpson himself is uncharacteristically hesitant when he says, "We were just catching up on old times, Mr. Hornblower." Immediately following this scene, Archie has a fit.
* In Episode 3, The Duchess and The Devil, Horatio ends up in the same Spanish prison as Archie. Archie has a fit. Upon recovering, Archie says to Horatio, "I was having a fit, wasn't I? Strange. I had not been troubled by them. Not until you came. I'll not go back to the Indy. Do not ask me to!" Evidently he does not know that Simpson is dead; at least we never see Horatio tell him so.
* Also in The Duchess and The Devil, Archie attempts to commit suicide and in general seems to have a very low opinion of his self-worth.
* Also in The Duchess and The Devil, Archie wakes up from a nightmare gasping "Simpson! Simpson!" This is two or three years after the events of The Duel.
* The 18th century Royal Navy was said (by Winston Churchill, I think) to have run on "rum, sodomy, and the lash."
(Archie's portrayer)
In his remarkable and quite lengthy 1999 interview with A&E, the actor who plays Archie, Jamie Bamber, gave the following answer (which can support either side, really) when asked to address the issue:
"That is certainly something that interests me. There was a very, very threatening element physically. A lot of people have said 'Was it a sexual thing?' I wasn't specifically playing that, but I think certainly what brings on the seizures is the presence of this man who beats me, he violently abuses me, whether it was sexual or not. All that really interested me was that there had to be a plausible reason for these fits and the fits could be caused by a stressful situation like being bullied by a superior or even a peer..."
(Simpson's portrayer)
In The Making of Horatio Hornblower by Tom McGregor (published by Boxtree / Meridian, (c) 1998), the actor who plays Simpson, Dorian Healy, offered the following tantalizing tidbit:
"[Simpson]'s more than just a bully. I've tried to give him some more modern neuroses to
make him more interesting as a character -- and more interesting for me to play."
* This is a family show.
* By the Articles of War, Simpson could have been hanged for such behavior. (SeeThoughts for more on this point.)
* Simpson probably was beating Archie up; we just don't see it.
* Archie was just a wuss and couldn't take the heat.
* Yuck, can't we talk about something else?
* If Simpson really were abusing Archie in this manner, why didn't Archie say something?
By the Articles of War, the punishment for sodomy was death by hanging. Simpson appears to have no trouble getting senior officers to accept his versions of events and would doubtless have twisted the facts to Archie's disadvantage. Tragically, it appears that Archie would have been the one to hang had he chosen to speak up. Or perhaps more insidiously, Simpson may have merely convinced him that such would be the case. No, if this were indeed Simpson's own dirty little secret, it would be safe with Archie ... unless a positive force entered Archie's life and persuaded him to spill the beans. Which brings me to ...
* Why does Simpson try to murder Horatio and Archie during the cutting-out of the Papillon?
When Horatio interrupts the notorious "Jack's missed you boy" scene (and I honestly don't think there's any other plausible way to interpret that line), he says, "These are new times, Mr. Simpson. You have no hold over us here." Simpson responds sourly, "No. I can see that." Horatio, sounding quite chipper, says, "Time we were away, Archie!" Simpson watches them leave with a look of pure evil.
Could it be that Simpson realizes a positive force has entered Archie's life? That if anyone is likely to get Archie to speak up, it's Horatio? In other words, that the jig is up and he'd better get rid of them both to avoid the noose?
Just my tuppence ...


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A Letter To My Readers...
Dear GPS Readers,
As many of you know I started www.gracepowerstrength.com in 2012 originally under the website name gps-gracepowerstrength.blogspot.com. I started with about twenty readers eventually growing to well over a million. It was an adventure starting a blog and dipping my toe into writing about my personal life experiences... and as I gained readers and received so many messages from you that yes, you too could (unfortunately) relate... I not only soon found more confidence in my writing abilities and a stronger voice but also my niche in the world of divorce, personality disorders, parental alienation, the family court system, and most importantly recovery and healing from emotional narcissistic abuse. However, hands down the most eye opening discovery for me was that there are so many other kind souls out there that have lived similar; brilliant, beautiful folks who have been targets of the abusive personality disordered. From the men and women I have connected with worldwide online through comments and private messages, who I've chatted with on the phone, met locally in person over drinks at Starbucks and surprisingly ran into at my local Target and Aldi... to you... thank you for sharing your stories... for sharing your heartaches, losses, and yes, even triumphs. For many of you I've been there every step of the way in your journey; from the gut wrenching reality of the day you realized your marriage was over to losing your children due to alienation or the courts... alternatively witnessing the joy of some of you reuniting with your children... to all of you who have reached healing, who have found true love and even re-married (!) and those of you who are still recovering... to each and every one of you... YOU ARE BRAVE. YOU ARE SEEN, HEARD AND YOU ARE LOVED.
THANK YOU for your words of encouragement you've given me, your words of kindness and most of all your prayers. My dark days have been uplifted by many of you in this journey and I hope my writing and sharing have done the same for you... I'm hopeful reading about my journey has made you realize you're not alone in this fight... whether it's fighting for your children or reclaiming yourself... or both... you need to know others have been suffering as well and together we are united, stronger in numbers, voices, prayers and stories shared.
As a few of you already know but most don't the last post I wrote titled 'A Sociopath's Mindset: "I Am Winning At Life" ' dated July 1, 2018 is and was my final post here at www.gracepowerstrength.com. It's time for me to move on to new adventures... living life and writing my book to be published based off the blog gracepowerstrength that will also include parts of my journey that were not written in my posts here and also how this journey ends. When the book is published which is some time off I will announce it here at www.gracepowerstrength.com and on my Instagram account. I'm hopeful at that time you'll purchase it and find it worth sharing with others who are beginning their journey to leaving and healing from a psychologically abusive relationship.
I know this news may come as a shock or even disappointment to some of you... but with healing and recovery comes the eventual need and desire to fully throw ourselves into living the life we are meant to live... to attempt to make up for lost time living under someone else's thumb and embrace every new day as we are meant to. You can still keep up with bits of my personal life, narc quotes, relationship advice and inspiration on divorce, narc abuse, alienation, the court system and recovery via my Instagram account. I won't post any new blogs here however the over three hundred and fifty posts published thus far will remain here on the site to be read, shared on Facebook and pinned on Pinterest. Night or day you can reach out with any worries, prayer needs or just needing a listening ear... I'm just a message away.
I want to publicly thank all my readers for their readership, support and prayers. Thank you especially to my mother for her continued encouragement of my writing over the past six years since I filed for divorce, her unwavering support and who has been my best friend. Thank you to my closet girl friends who have been a sounding board over meals during this journey. I want to thank those of you who are public figures who take personal risks everyday speaking out about the atrocities and corruption of the family court system and shining truth on the courts and child protective services... with your bravery; some even risking losing their children entirely or serving jail time for speaking out, you are all a beacon of hope for eventual change in this horror filled system that ruins families. I want to thank one in particular Instagram friend who helped me navigate filing court documents and gave me reassurance I could go pro se... his encouragement was inspiring. And last but certainly not least thank you to JD who has been a steady, solid, consistent presence in my life the past two years and always been there no matter what... you brought laughter back in my life and sparkle back in my eyes. I am blessed to know a man of your character and wisdom, to have your friendship, as you are the epitome of what is still good in this world.
Remember that no matter what you've faced, what horrors you've dealt with... you are more than a victim, you are more than a survivor, you are an overcomer and thriver. You are worth more than the words they used against you. You are worth more than the hurtful things they did. You are worth more than all the bruises they left. You deserve to escape the abuse you've suffered and begin a path of peace, freedom and healing. You deserve to be loved as love is supposed to be and to find your happiness after heartbreak. Never stop pursuing the life you want to live... make every moment count... you're brave and an inspiration to those just beginning their journey post divorce.
To each and every one of you... peace, love and light.
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As children some of us begin our life on the straight and narrow path; innately following the rules expected of us and operating from obedience. Others do not. From an early age the adults we have in our lives whether morally sound or immoral... whether intelligent or cunning... whether kind or apathetic... will likely be who we model after. We have choices. At some point there will be a fork in the road where we must choose... we make conscious choices of whether to choose good or bad. There will be a further test of our soul-state when if we chose bad whether we feel riddled with guilt...or if we brag and boast of how choosing bad was good for us because we got what we wanted; and therefore we are "acing at life"; the mindset of the winners will be that the losers who chose good are failing miserably and having to work that much harder.
Picture an entire third grade class having to do a science fair project. If you remember those projects you likely had a week or ten days or so to complete it. Imagine everyone in the class going home after school each day, eating dinner and diligently putting in the many hours needed on their individual projects.... sadly skipping their favorite television program, cancelling kick ball with the neighborhood kids, and nixing video games with their siblings. All in the name of learning personal responsibility and completing their assignment. They have their parents take them to the store to purchase the necessary supplies and research how to make volcanoes, homemade slime, and solar systems, etc. There is a menagerie of ideas and fun perspectives and an outlook of doing their best and having the coolest project.
Except for one child.
This one child sits back and bides their time... enjoying the leisure of each afternoon after school... relaxing, doing what he pleases. The final night before the project is due he (or she in some cases) has his father take him to the store. Once there he purchases two of the same plant. One small plant. One large plant. He sketches out a quick poster and Ta Da(!)... he has his science fair project. The next day he presents his project and explains how plant food made it possible for one plant to grow so large... and the lack of food was the reason the other plant remained so small. He makes an A+ and then he boasts and brags... "Those other kids are so stupid. Look how smart I am. I cheated the system, barely did anything, got an A+ and those other poor saps worked their tails off every night for a measly B or C+. What losers they are. It doesn't pay to 'do the right thing'... if you want to ace at life you do what I did. That's how you win." What does this story show? That a sociopath never believes in doing the right thing... they do what suits them... what benefits them.... what they can get away with.... ultimately what makes them win.
I paced the floor in the dimly lit den... the news and weather played on the flat screen television against one large wall on near mute; it's background sound almost indistinguishable. Dressed in charcoal slacks and a button down shirt tucked in I likewise tucked my long dark hair behind my right ear as I walked. The lamp on the table beside the long oversized taupe couch emitted a warm glow of light in the room. Plantation shutters from floor to ceiling on the far wall concealed the early rising sun outside. Beyond our home people made their way to their cars to begin their early morning commutes with coffee in hand in order to begin their work day. It was proving to be a long day already, I noted to myself; this was the second call I'd had with the person on the other end and was long winded. I listened carefully with the call on speakerphone, the voice on the other end amplified with my sound on it's highest setting and my mother sat by perched on the edge of the couch listening.
"Your ex got phantom income on the K1 so the tax returns read one hundred fifty thousand higher than actual money earned. He submitted paper money and then he was given money to pay the taxes. He told people he made four hundred thousand dollars a year but one hundred fifty thousand of it was fictitious. That's why he's able to get a lot of credit. He withheld money. He told people the company was worth two million dollars when it's really worth fifteen million dollars. He and his boss signed an agreement that the company was worth five times what it was claimed to be worth. You are protected under the innocent spouse relief but he owes you that money and should pay it to you and the taxes he owes on it. He bought twice as many shares later after your divorce. He's had multiple letters of reprimand. Two of those letters I will tell you of... one of them involve the administrative assistant.... they were all meeting with her one day with these guys on speaker phone and your ex goes 'She can go down and suck his dick to get what we need on him.' He has destroyed her marriage and makes her life miserable every day of the week... He doesn't want to go to jail so maybe he can pay you what he owes and on top of that he can give us the company website... it's in his name. He always said he wasn't gonna lose his house over this. Cause I'm not gonna lie... He also got drunk at a company dinner party and removed an employee's top revealing her breasts to everyone. He's mean, he's petty and he's vindictive. They can't fire me because I have too much on them. He hid money from you during the divorce... and now he owes in excess of a hundred thousand dollars in debt.... he's broke, he had to sell his range rover to pay for his attorney on the latest child custody motion he filed. He hasn't paid any taxes on the income or on the stock. He's been lying to his new wife about how much money he makes. I'm sick of these people and my wife doesn't get it. I'm just sick of them. I hate your ex more than any other person on this earth... I just want him to pay for all the lives he's destroyed... I just want him to pay for what he's done. I threatened him and his boss that I would tell you and they said 'Then look both ways before you step outside your house.' He's already been in a physical altercation with a past employee and then later after he was gone they sent him a letter saying 'you're screwed.' The thing is your ex was putting twenty thousand dollars a month for the guys at the office on his American Express to get points but when the music stopped he kept charging on it. I tried to be his friend, I used to pull him aside and tell him 'Don't do this. Because when you hurt yourself you're indirectly hurting me.' His new wife comes into the office dressed in barely nothing... the other ladies are all obese... how do you think that makes them feel? I just want to be done with them. I want that fucker to pay!" the voice on the other end of the line exclaimed.
Exchanging our goodbyes, the iPhone dropped from my hand making it's way to a soft landing on the couch cushion. My mother sat staring up at me in shock by what she'd heard. My mouth finally found it's words, "Oh, my God... what he's done is so much worse than I ever thought." I whispered.
Remember that whether it's a mere plant from the store for a science fair project or something bigger at stake than an A+ grade.... like committing fraud and being a criminal to evade whatever amount of child support necessary.... to evade monies paid out to an ex in a divorce settlement... narcs, sociopaths... they will do whatever is necessary to win at life. They do not care about what is right. They do not give a second thought to doing the right thing... they choose wrong and then not only take great personal delight in it they have the audacity to brag about their criminal ways... boasting at how they are so much smarter than their peers. These are the people who refuse to pay out in alimony, home equity and support... and instead kill their spouse. These are the animals and monsters on Dateline and 48 Hours. These are the people you may naively believe only exist in movies. These are the people who would make your skin crawl if you knew what they are truly capable of. These are the people who are the inspiration of thrillers and suspense in books. These are the people who are capable of destruction and heartbreak.
These are the people who go after their own grandmother's life insurance policy and try to get her to change her will right before she dies from cancer. These are the people who were scheduled to work one night in retail decades ago yet mysteriously suddenly couldn't work and an innocent woman worked instead who had two young children and a husband... ultimately being murdered by the store security officer who schemed to rob it after hours... and we wonder if the one who couldn't make their shift truly had clean hands or was a party to something much more sinister. These are the people whose dad turns up dead and now we question whether it was really suicide... because all these terrible things seem to happen and this one single person is the common denominator.
We wonder the true facts of situations in a sociopaths lives because we know they are pathological liars and that leads us to question anything and everything that spews from their mouths. Unfortunately concrete answers are not what we will get but we do know that at the end of the day this to be true: So many people's lives are negatively affected and yes, even destroyed by sociopaths... by people who are not out to just win at life but to win at any cost... even at the expense of other people's peace, joy, happiness, future and lives.
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They say the human body can withstand going without water for three days. They say it can withstand going without food for at least a week. The thing about humans is we usually do whatever is necessary to survive even taking drastic measures and risks if need be. In extreme negative life circumstances not everyone may make it out of the darkness and that's a horrible shame... whether it's war, disease, personal battles of demons and long term depression, financial debts and ruin, job loss or the death and loss of a child. Some human beings either out of long term dire situations or poor choices made in how to survive those situations end up meeting their death. But even in the worst possible of times life is NOT meant to be lived in survival mode forever... only an interim to get through point A to point B. Eventually escaping exhaustion and long term stress; functioning on adrenaline for so long we will eventually reach the destination of burnout. The question is how long do we have before that happens? And how long can a human being survive after heartbreak? How long can a mother or father fight for custody of their children and or go without them? These are all questions I'm sorry for anyone to have to grapple with and ask themselves... man or woman.
Survival it seems they say is only for the fittest... but at what point do we say I'm just not going to accept only surviving anymore? At what point do we say enough to the insanity? At what point do we know that a sip of water, a stale cracker or mercy from the person we procreated with or the family court system is never going to give us what we need to survive... so our only choice is to toss our empty cup at them.... scream from our parched lips and kick at the dust that was once our lives and turn to walk away... at what point do we say "I cannot continue living like this" and "my heart cannot take another heartbreak" because I'm going to have a breakdown or blow my brains out? At what point do we stand on the edge of a cliff... dying a little more each day or walking away to thriving? Out of self preservation? To save our sanity? At what point do we say "I didn't become a parent so I could be abused every day the rest of my life.... " So we stand there on the edge... wavering in the wind between prison and freedom.... dust circling our feet and hair whipping in the outer expanse.... our stomach feeling like it was kicked in, our body and mind numb and eyes no longer able to produce tears.... emotions just out of grasp.... except for maybe white rage.... our heart feeling like a drinking glass busted into a million jagged pieces... let me tell you... it's no way to live. And on that note... no ex spouse, ex relationship or yes, even child is worth taking your life. Let me be clear: There is so much good to be found in life beyond this mess... as parents we may wrap our whole identity into being a mom or dad... but there is YOU. There is you that is a whole and worthy human being on their own.... worthy of so much more than what you're living... and if you're going through this hell that is also known as co-parenting with a sociopath and enduring aggressive child custody litigation through the family court system.... not one of them is worth a hill of beans.... they can all jump on the express train to hell.... because they are the devil and one day when it's hot they will be the one gasping for water... parched and without a fountain of freedom in sight.
"Could I jump in with some stuff from last time?" The reunification therapist asked me and my son as we all three sat circling the long glossy conference table.
I nodded "That's fine. I have some stuff I need to clarify too." I replied.
"Your son said the conversation may be more open if it's just the two of you... so dad is waiting in the waiting room today. Is that a fair statement? I think that takes a lot of insight on his part." She informed me. I nodded and she continued, "So I think part of why what were doing here is difficult is because there's been so much time pass. The thing with the recording was something he remembered that was troublesome to him. So talk about what that was like for you." She said.
I spoke "I didn't record the phone conversations the kids had with their dad. I recorded the conversations I was having with them when they'd come back over to my house from their dads. They were telling me things about dad. At the loft apartment he had during the divorce process he had a druggie he picked up at a bar on 7th street that he took back to the apartment. He had her around the children. Incidents like that. Later after the divorce was final and he moved back into the marital home he was having women into the house at all hours of the day and night and he was letting them in through the garage. So there were a lot of things going on over there at the house that I was concerned about and as a mom I had a right to know about them. So when the kids would come back over to my house and they'd tell me about these incidents I recorded them. With a hand held recorder. So yes, I did." I relayed to the therapist. I didn't feel one bit of guilt for doing it either. If a parent isn't going to do the right thing you do what you have to document their poor parenting and morally ill ways.
"Okay... " The therapist nodded, "So she's acknowledging recording." She told my son. He failed to understand I was the parent and I could record anything I wanted to. For some reason he thought he was in charge.... kind of like his father. I didn't need his reprimanding.
"So why didn't you mention the recording at the appointment last week?' He asked me.
"I didn't feel comfortable at the time. It was too adversarial with your dad in the room." I replied.
"And I think that's understandable..." The therapist nodded "and challenging too." She affirmed. "And I'm going to accept responsibility for having dad in the room last time."
"I feel like when you were recording us you were using us like little birds to know what was going on. I get it's normal to ask what's going on but to ask about every single event and person in the house I think it ridiculous." My son informed me.
"So let's sit with that for a moment... "The therapist nodded "What term would you use for how you felt?" She asked him.
"A messenger." He replied.
"I don't know if that was your intent or not." She asked me.
"That wasn't my intent at all. My daughter was coming to me and telling me that their dad was pulling her brother into the upstairs master bedroom and having 'private talks' with him and how he was slowly turning him against me. So I'm over there of the thinking I've got to fight this somehow, find out what is going on over there." I told her.
"Like you weren't trying to tell us what to believe!" He yelled at me, slamming his hand down on the conference table.
"Okay... I need you to use a calm tone of voice please." The therapist advised him after jumping in her seat.
"Basically what we have ... this is the situation in a nutshell... Dad was alienating and I was doing what I could to fight it." I replied, "Maybe my tactics weren't wise but I was doing what I was trying to do to fight it. And it obviously didn't work as you can see because we now have this situation we have today and we're here." I told her and she nodded. I continued, "I mean, any mom... or dad for that matter if that was the situation... if they are seeing that they're slowly losing their child emotionally and I guess that connection... their going to do what they can to fight it." I added.
"So let me ask you this... then why is it you kicked me out? You clearly didn't care." He retorted at me.
"Let's come to back to that...." She replied, addressing my son, "You said something I think is the root of a lot of difficulty for you. It's that you believed mom was telling negative things about dad." She told him yet then turned to me, "What I'm hearing is that you were desperately trying..." She trailed off.
"I was desperate. I felt like I was losing my child." I admitted.
"Well, good." My son told me with a hateful tone. He acted so nasty. It's amazing to me how people can easily dish it out but never accept any responsibility for their horrible actions and ugly words.
"Well, hang on a second because I think the other part of it is hearing your mom's tactics were wrong." She said.
"Yeah. She's a stupid idiot!" He snapped, glaring at me.
"I don't need to be called names." I told him sternly glaring right back.
"That is pretty rude..." The therapist told him seemingly aghast at his behavior. His behavior was a reflection of his father. This "therapy session" was merely a continuation of his father's verbal and emotional abuse toward me.
"I don't care what you have to say!!!!" He screamed at me suddenly.
"Then why are you here?" I demanded.
"I'm forced to be here because of YOU!!!" He screamed back at me, slamming his hand down on the table once again. "But YOU chose to do this!!!" He yelled, "I told her I didn't want to!"
"Well, you can choose to sign off and pull out..." I told him.
"I tried!!!" He yelled.
"Slow down, slow down!" The therapist scolded him softly trying to regain control of the therapy session.
"Some of the things I said to him is I want him to have the opportunity to see things differently." She told me, "And for him to talk about what it's been like to be in his shoes. He's said very clearly that he doesn't want to be here. He's doing it because he kinda has to." She said.
"I don't get a choice!" He snapped.
Dear God I sure didn't get a choice when I got sucked into this hell by your father, I thought to myself.
"I was pulled into this because of YOU!!!!" He screamed at me with hatred In his eyes. I would have no idea until almost a month from this appointment date that he'd been asssesed for homicidal ideation toward me and my mother. There was seemingly no fixing this mother son relationship and quite frankly as abusive as he was I was seeing less and less ability for it to happen.
"No, you were pulled into this because of your father!" I replied right back.
"Hang on...." The therapist tried to interject but she was steamrolled by my son who spoke over her.
"No, the judge and Gina Galloway (his personal therapist) told me and so did she, " He replied pointing to the therapist sitting between us, "It was your choice to do this. So don't bullshit me!" He yelled at me again.
"The judge said 'I expect you to do this...' " I told him, "I think the papers said.... "I trailed off referring to the final order signed by the judge.
" 'I think??!!" 'I think??!!' " He exploded at me, "Are you going to bullshit us?!" He asked.
She spoke, "I do think this is your choice.... and yes, you were following a court order but you also wanted to try with your son." She affirmed with me.
"I wanted to reach out and at least make an attempt, yes." I replied.
"Well, why didn't you do that several years ago?" He asked me.
"Because I didn't know that this was an option. I didn't know about reunification therapy. No one told me." I admitted.
"And I will say... when parents are really stuck, their desperate, they are helpless to make things better because they just don't know.... we expect our parents to know better. And they can't always know everything. So it was a suggestion that mom participate and I don't have the rest of the order but the suggestion was that you try." She nodded.
"I wanted to at least make an attempt;" I affirmed... "The following week when we were to exchange the kids again after I had his grandmother Mimi pick him up that last day he lived with me... back then we were doing fifty fifty and exchanging every Friday. I told him," I said, referring to my son, "If you can behave yourself you can come over here if you won't hit or hurt anyone. And I talked to his dad as well about it. And obviously he chose not to come. I wanted him to come over but I wasn't going to put up with the behaviors." I informed her... "Each time... I think it was the next following week I was able to reach out asking him if he wanted to do this or that, I was calling him on his cell phone, we were chatting and I have photos of text messages that we had on his phone for awhile. But as the months went by I couldn't reach him anymore and finally I found out he'd blocked me. So then I called his dad and he'd put him on the phone but he didn't want to talk or interact. I'd ask him about homework, how his day was and he'd just be like 'yeah, yeah, yeah... okay, bye....' click. And so those were the types of interactions we were having at that point. I wasn't making any progress. It wasn't productive." I explained in detail.
"Nor were you going to!" My son snapped at me.
"So does that sound like an accurate picture of what was happening?" She asked him.
"Yeah, I'd definitely agree with that." My son admitted. I was glad I had this recorded.
"Okay." She affirmed pointedly, "So really your mom WAS making an effort."
I spoke, turning to him, "So what exactly is your problem with me? Why do you hate me so much? Why do you have so much anger toward me?" I asked him, "When you were little, when Daddy and I were still married we were buddies, we were close. If you want to take your fits aside we had a good relationship." I told him.
"So I think your mom's frustration is reasonable. Why are you so angry?" She asked him.
"I've told you. I feel like I'm not cared about. I feel mistreated. And I'm not wanted. And I was kicked out." He told me angrily.
"Sometimes we care a whole lot but we mentally, our capacity is just filled and we can't manage. I didn't know what to do. I'm not a bouncer. No one gives you a guidebook. I was at a loss and while were on the subject my calling the police on your fits... I was told to do that by Mark Rhodes who was his therapist through Cook Children's up in Cityview." I informed her.
"Oh, wow.... " She gasped.
"I told him, 'I don't know what to do about this'." I added.
"If I'm in mom's shoes I don't know what to do or try for help. And you didn't come with a manual." She pointed out to him.
"It started derailing the very first night of the divorce." I spoke. "When his dad was served papers for infidelities he started twisting the truth to get their allegiance. At that point our son was coming to me saying 'there's all this stuff going on at dad's that shouldn't be going on...' He knew because he's a smart kid so he was telling me. But later it became a thing where I was asking and he did not want to share anything with me. That was later... it was a process." I shared with her. My ex had initially tried to alienate our daughter but when he wasn't successful with turning her, he'd turned to our son and began working on him.
"She kicked my dad out that first night." My son lied. Oh, how the truth was twisted. Yes, his dad was to leave the martial home that first night; that's how divorce papers via the court worked... you were served and expected to leave the house. Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't be a loser. Then you won't get kicked out.
"The court stated for him to leave the marital home due to the suit of divorce." I stated again. For some reason this was rocket science for some folks. If you cheat and screw up your family you shouldn't get anything. Throw them out on their ass without their stuff and their kids... maybe less people would commit infidelity. I was so done with assholes that thought they could do whatever they wanted and not have any consequences when it came to marriage. I had no patience for them... I should have been a judge... good God we needed some new ones.
"Yeah to this day I'm glad I'm not living with you." He glared at me.
"You know... you grow up and you have the right and insight to say this person is a cheater and a liar and you get to choose to surround yourself with the type of people you want to be around. You get to choose the character of those you want to be around." I told them.
"He's having trouble seeing the good in you." She told me.
"There is no good." He sneered at me.
"If that's the way he feels that's the way he feels." I shrugged sadly but matter of fact.
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1997 Chrysler LHS ReviewThis car review is specific to this model, not the actual vehicle for sale.
A big luxury sedan with sporty undertones.
The LHS is Chyrsler's full-size luxury flagship with acres of passenger and cargo space. But it's no land yacht. Equipped with front-wheel drive, relatively little weight and a sporty character, the LHS is an enjoyable car to drive. It may look rich and formal on the outside, but underneath the sheet metal, is the heart of an import performance sedan.
The LHS is the direct descendant of the once-revered New Yorker. Designed to attract import-buying baby boomers, the LHS was introduced as a sporty upgrade to the New Yorker. Much to Chrysler's surprise, everyone--including the traditionally more conservative New Yorker buyer--began opting for the more lavish, more expensive LHS with its bucket seats and taut suspension. So in 1995, the long-lived New Yorker nameplate faded into oblivion.
We're not spending a lot of time lamenting the passing of the New Yorker, however, because the LHS is a much more enjoyable car to drive. Those buyers opting for the LHS were no dummies.
The LHS is the latest in a long line of full-size Chrysler luxury sedans, but this class is part of a vanishing breed. This fall, the LHS will shrink toward midsize sedan dimensions, in part because Chrysler's research shows most customers prefer smaller cars.
So while plenty of people still want a full-size luxury sedan, their choices are continuing to narrow. The 1997 LHS may represent the last opportunity to keep Chrysler on the full-size shopping list.
And we're here to tell you there are good reasons to keep this year's LHS on that full-size shopping list. Besides its sporty nature, the LHS offers a lot of value. There's only one model available and, priced at $30,850, it comes with a high level of standard equipment. The only option on our car was a premium sound system, which brought the total to $31,150.
Compared with other domestic luxury cars, the LHS is about $7,400 less expensive than a Lincoln Continental and about $9,400 less than a Cadillac Seville. It also stacks up well against the smaller imports, going out the door about $5,500 less than an Infiniti J30 and about the same as a Lexus ES300.
There's no mistaking the American heritage of the LHS, but don't confuse it with the stodgy luxury sedans of Detroit's past.
Sleek and aggressive in stance, yet clearly upscale in appearance, the LHS stole the Detroit auto show when it first appeared there a few years back. Indeed, it underscored Chrysler's mounting reputation for design leadership. Using the automaker's trademark cab-forward design, the LHS seems even roomier on the inside than it looks from the outside.
Going into its final year of production, the LHS remains handsome and contemporary. That's because Chrysler wisely banished the sharp creases and bustle backs that date some luxury models. One designer joked that the elegant, sweeping curve of the rear window and pillar make it impossible for all but the most determined dealer to paste on a vinyl roof or cut in opera windows.
Large, 16-inch aluminum wheels and a steeply raked windshield reinforce the sporty intent of the LHS. A wide stance balances its long wheelbase. The LHS uses a front-wheel-drive platform and comes with a 3.5-liter V6 mated to an electronically controlled four-speed automatic transmission.
The interior is gloved in rich, tasteful leather, complemented by attractive, contrasting, leather-grained vinyl with wood accents.
Depending on whether five- or six-passenger seating is needed, Chrysler LHS offers a choice of front seats. The bucket seats come standard, while a 50/50 split bench seat is optional for no extra cost.
Our test car was fitted with the bucket seats, which are supportive, plush and sumptuous, yet not so soft and spongy you feel like you're floating. There's plenty of lateral support for cornering, but the side bolsters aren't so tall that it's hard to get in and out. These seats are one of the reasons many buyers preferred the LHS over the New Yorker.
Other folks like the 50/50 split bench front seat because it permits seating for three in front or because they simply prefer traditional bench seating. Both types of seats feature eight different adjustments, most of which use power controls. Dual cup holders and folding armrests add to the comfort.
There's plenty of room in the LHS.The front seats are roomier than a Lexus ES300, Infiniti J30 or Mercedes E-class. They are comparable to a Lincoln Continental, though not as roomy as the more expensive Seville.
The rear seat offers enough space for some truly extravagant lounging, even with a couple six-footers up front. There's more room in the back seats of an LHS than in a Continental, Seville, ES300, J30 or E-class.
Baggage for five should fit in the cavernous trunk. The LHS matches the Continental's impressive cargo space and offers substantially more room than all the above competitors.
The instrument panel is well laid out, with gauges that are attractive and easy to read. Radio controls are within easy reach. The Infinity premium sound system with cassette and compact disc players provides dynamic tonal quality. Not used as often are the heating and air conditioning controls, which are a little more difficult to reach without leaning forward. The small buttons divert attention away from the road more than they should and they all look alike, making adjustments more difficult.
The overall interior fit and finish was significantly better than we've noticed in past years, but it still isn't quite the match of a Lexus or Mercedes-Benz.
While Chrysler has made no major, visible changes to the LHS this year we did sense the company has been quietly working to overcome one of the car's other weaknesses. In year's past, we found that the LHS was not the quietest car in its class, particularly for rear seat passengers. Some added insulation, particularly around the rear wheel wells has tamed the problem.
Driving Impression
For the most part, the 214-horsepower, 3.5-liter, 24-valve V6 provides good performance for the LHS. It tends to be a little noisy under hard starts and aggressive passes and it doesn't have the off-the-line torque of a big V8. The LHS, however, weighs considerably less than the Lincoln Continental and Cadillac Seville and about the same as the Infiniti J30 and Mercedes E-class, which helps make the most of the available power.
The four-speed automatic transmission is smooth and seamless most of the time. But stand on the gas pedal and shifts tend to get rough and abrupt--or more positive, depending on your perspective.
The traction control system that comes as standard equipment reduces wheelspin, particularly when accelerating from a standstill on slippery surfaces. If the system senses that the front wheels are spinning it will automatically apply the brakes, pulsing them rapidly until the offending tire regains its grip.
The LHS is surprisingly agile given its size. With its taut suspension, it handles like a smaller sedan. Steering is precise with good on-center feel. The power assist makes the steering feel a bit on the light side and the LHS leans in corners more than a Lexus or Mercedes, but overall it handles better than the heavier Lincoln Continental.
Chrysler engineers have created a successful compromise blending the roominess of a traditional domestic luxury car with performance characteristics now found in import luxury cars. Inside and out, it lives up to its price tag.
Next year's LHS will continue the evolution, edging closer to the smaller imports. But if a big ride is what you're looking for right now, Chrysler's flagship sedan is well worth considering.
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Thoughts from a Less-Than-Tech Savvy Teacher on this Thursday
Greetings and Salutations!
Just as I was feeling very proud of myself this morning for uploading a new cover banner and profile pic to my Facebook page, as well as a Teachers Pay Teachers button to my blog layout, I did something to delete the beautiful background that Kerri from www.thecutestblogontheblock.com created for me! As Lucy from the Peanuts cartoon always used to exclaim.....AUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!
I have since e-mailed my dear designer with an urgent S.O.S. and asked yet again for assistance as I continue to slog my way through the blogosphere! Who knew that using social media would be so stressful at times? It has also been very fun though, and making new connections and sharing resources with teachers across the country over the past weeks has been invigorating and inspiring! Reading e-mails and posts from my daily Blog Lovin' feed fills my brain with new ideas and reminds me that there are lots of others out finding new ways to reach and teach young children!
I am off to do just that now, and hope that my classroom will be free of any technology "gremlins" today so that my lessons will go smoothly! My SmartBoard has been working as slow as molasses. Sometimes I honestly long for a good old green chalkboard, my antique line-making tool, and the smell and texture of my colored chalk! Don't call me old-fashioned, just call me "vintage!"
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John Platner, 95, passed away peacefully on April 13, 2018. Born in Barberton on August 27, 1922 to the late Michael & Mary Platner, John was a graduate of Barberton High School. He earned his bachelors of Science in Chemistry from Heidelberg College and his Masters in Organic Chemistry from the University of Akron. He retired from the Goodyear Tire & Rubber Co. after 38 years. His various job assignments took him and his family to Georgia, Texas, & Ohio. John served his country as an officer in the US Navy from 1942 to 1946, serving in the Pacific Theatre. John was an avid golfer and had proudly shot four holes-in-one. In addition to his parents, John was preceded in death by his wife Nora in 2002 and four sisters Mary, Gen, Jo, & Frances. He is survived by his children John(Betty) of Medina, Tom(Diane) of Danville, CA, Jim (Laura) of Ijamsville, MD, and Kathleen (Charles Ross) Platner of Pearland, TX; grandchildren John (Brooke) Platner, Suzanne (Eric) Mayes, and Anne, Greg, Chase, Shelby, & Jackson Platner; great-grandchildren Ryan, Jacob, Chelsea, Ian, & Nora. A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated on Thursday, 10 am, at Immaculate Heart of Mary Catholic Church, 1905 Portage Trail in Cuyahoga Falls, where the family will receive friends for one hour prior to the service. Inurnment with full military honors will follow at Holy Cross Cemetery in Akron. In lieu of flowers, please make memorial contributions to Chelsea Cares Inc. by visiting www.chelseacares4kids.org (a 5013c)
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Man, have we seen some scrums over the last couple of weeks! In these scrums we can see Sir Isaac Newton's second law of motion in action.
If something is moving or is about to move depends on two things
Its weight
The force acting on it
According to Sir Isaac Newton ideally you'd like your front row to be:
The heavier your front row is the more force the other team needs to move you.
The more force you can produce to push the other team back – the better. Remember, you've got to have enough to cancel out the force they are pushing in your direction – and then some!
They have to understand friction. Friction is the force which is created when two surfaces rub against each other.
You want the effects of friction between your boots and the ground to be high (I guess that's what those new orange boots do well). This makes it harder for the other team to push you back.
You want the effects of friction to be low between yourself and the player who is trying to tackle you. (Hence the investment in new jerseys, shame the friction between the numbers and the jersey on the English was so low!)


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- Secrecy and Power: The Life of J. Edgar Hoover by Richard Gid Powers
Hutchinson, 624 pp, £16.95, August 1987, ISBN 0 02 925060 9
'Dick, you will come to depend on Edgar. He is a pillar of strength in a city of weak men. You will rely on him time and time again to maintain security. He's the only one you can put your complete trust in': thus Lyndon Johnson to Richard Nixon, 1968. It is not often that a book casts fresh light on American history throughout this century, but this biography of Edgar Hoover does just that. Not only was Hoover, as head of the FBI, America's leading policeman: he enjoyed an extraordinary political longevity – his career, which ended under Richard Nixon, began under Woodrow Wilson. That Hoover persecuted Martin Luther King is notorious, but Hoover was also the man who drove Marcus Garvey out of America. Similarly, the Hoover who turned his malign attention upon the anti-Vietnam War movement was the same man who had, half a century before, hounded Emma Goldman and John Reed and, later, put Leon Trotsky under surveillance in Mexico. This longevity makes Hoover's biography a wonderful subject. Powers's book is painfully neutral and somewhat pedestrian at times, but his authoritative command of his sources makes it unlikely that it will be surpassed.
Hoover was virtually born into the Federal bureaucracy – his middle-class Wasp family lived in Washington and almost all its members worked for the Government. As Powers stresses – at somewhat inordinate length – Hoover thus inhabited an extremely narrow, self-satisfied and self-righteous little world. Even as a young man, he was conservative, respectable, a Freemason, and a keen, church-going, racial bigot, disliking all non-Wasps. Born in Washington, he went to school there, attended university there, worked there all his life: he left America's shores just once, for Central America, and that only when business forced him. Apart from vacations, all spent in America, he was a home-town boy who spent his whole life in that town. He never married and lived at home with his mother, whom he worshipped, until he was 43 (when she died). As he got older, he got narrower. Apart from his dogs (who had names like Spee Dee Bozo), he had, in all his life, only one close friend, Clyde Tolson, whom he promoted from raw FBI recruit to Assistant Director in two years flat. Hoover and Tolson were, for over forty years, inseparable – they breakfasted, lunched and dined together every day, socialised together, invariably went on holiday with one another. Although Hoover was always loud in his denunciation of 'sexual deviates', his relationship with Tolson was at least implicitly homosexual – though woe betide anybody who hinted so.
Hoover began his career in the Justice Department's Alien Enemy Bureau at a point when Woodrow Wilson had already begun to whip up what became the great Red Scare. Since aliens (i.e. those who had not yet got their citizenship papers) did not enjoy the protection of the Constitution, Hoover found himself, in his early twenties, able to consign suspects to prison at the stroke of a pen. He took avidly to this work and in 1919 Attorney-General Mitchell Palmer made him head of the Radical Division – at the age of 24. Palmer, a strongly religious man given to public moralising, was deeply corrupt – he had used the Alien Property Bureau to transfer large amounts of confiscated German wealth both to himself and to the cronies on whom he was relying to secure him the Democratic presidential nomination. His road to power, he decided, lay via a great crusade to crush the Bolshevik revolution in America which he had regularly predicted – and the young Hoover was to be the herd-driver of the Reds. Hoover enthusiastically carried out vast night swoops, rounding up as many as six thousand suspected radicals in January 1920 alone. The violations of civil rights – and sheer illegalities – involved in these raids were, however, so gross as to lead to a major public backlash, leaving Palmer's Presidential bid in ruins and Hoover running scared in front of angry Congressional investigators.
The Palmer raids marked Hoover for life. He had had a terrible fright: his career had most been ruined before it had properly begun. He was, for ever after, extremely conscious of how quickly political moods could change, determined never to be caught on the wrong side of such a change again – and deeply cautious about taking risks for any politician. But Communism had also become Hoover's lasting monomania. Eager to know his enemy, he had set himself to study the slender literature then extant about Bolshevism. This admirable thoroughness he combined with a poor education, somewhat absurd philosophical pretensions and an entire confidence in his own views. Thanks to this crash course he acquired, in his own eyes, the lifetime status of leading American expert on Communism. What it more truly made him was the founding father of American anti-Communism. It is in his long, rambling homilies that one first sees elaborated many of the themes which have since become so familiar, including such notions as the antithetical duality between Communism and 'Americanism'. Hoover's primal passion was greatly assisted by the fact that the suspected radicals were aliens – Poles, Russians, Jews and other non-Wasp degenerates. You could, he told Congressmen, recognise 'revolutionists' just from their photographs: 'Out of the sly and crafty eyes of many of them leap cupidity, cruelty, insanity and crime; from their lopsided faces, sloping brows and misshapen features may be recognised the unmistakable criminal type.'
But this sort of rhetoric had to be put into cold storage after the dénouement of the Palmer raids. Hoover now spoke the language of liberal reform; asked, on becoming FBI Director in 1924, for the Bureau to be cut back; insisted, above all, that the FBI must stay out of politics. It was, he now averred, not against the law just to be a radical, and he refused to give further speeches on the 'Red menace' because FBI agents would naturally 'take the cue and begin looking for radicals all over the place'. Indeed, while US Military Intelligence maintained a large domestic espionage network in the Twenties (especially in the unions), Hoover had been so badly burned that he wanted nothing to do with it. When he came under strong Congressional and White House pressure to start a new Red hunt in 1930, he argued that such a thing was strictly illegal – and since the agitators were mainly in the unions, wouldn't it be better to hand the whole thing over to the Department of Labor? The project quietly died.
Herbert Hoover's Administration staggered to its end amidst a growing climate of outrage against the 'crime wave', and particularly against the breed of sensational, violent gangsters who were apparently challenging the very authority of the state. To many, the fact that the Government had in the end only got Al Capone for evading income tax symbolised the complete inadequacy of the law-enforcement structure. The Lindbergh kidnapping of 1932 became so huge a national melodrama – it was, said H.L. Mencken, 'the greatest story since the Resurrection' – that Edgar Hoover (who co-ordinated the kidnap hunt) became, for the first time, a national figure. Nonetheless, once FDR won the election it seemed clear that Edgar Hoover was finished: the new Attorney-General, Tom Walsh, had loathed Hoover ever since the Palmer raids and was determined to sack him. But on the way to FDR's inauguration, Walsh had a heart attack and died. The new Attorney-General, Homer Cummings, was a very different man: like Mencken, he realised that in the US, the crime business was, above all else, a branch of show business.
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Vol. 9 No. 21 · 26 November 1987 » R.W. Johnson » Public Enemy
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During the months that I have been writing this blog I have posted profiles of several of the species of squirrels found throughout the world. As I plan to keep adding more of these, I thought it would be a good idea to post a directory listing the species profiles, which you can find a link to at the top of this page--just click on "Squirrel Species Profiles."
For now I've listed the species profiles in the order in which the articles were posted, starting with the most recent (least chipmunk). Eventually I hope to create a Squirrel Nation web site that will have more squirrel profiles, photos, videos, and information.


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(Reuters) - Target Corp (TGT.N) cut its full-year profit forecast on Wednesday while turning in a weak first quarter with disappointing sales, as a chilly start to spring kept shoppers from buying seasonal items like clothing.
Target warned in April its first-quarter results would be weaker than anticipated, and its performance was even worse than revised Wall Street expectations due to the cool weather and the impact of higher payroll taxes on spending.
Shares of Target fell 3.6 percent to $68.70.
First-quarter sales at stores open at least a year fell 0.6 percent, while analysts targeted a 0.03 percent decline, according to Thomson Reuters I/B/E/S. Back in April, Target forecast same-store sales would be about flat versus its previous outlook of flat to up 2 percent.
"This is Target's weakest quarterly same-store sales performance since the Great Recession year of 2009," said Sandy Skrovan, U.S. research director at Planet Retail.
The last time Target's quarterly same-store sales fell was in the third quarter of 2009, when it posted a decline of 1.6 percent.
This year, shoppers held off buying spring merchandise such as clothing, fans and garden supplies as a chilly start to the season left them little reason to splurge.
"Across the board things were disappointing for a lot of retailers," Skrovan said.
The U.S. economy has been somewhat resilient. Core U.S. retail sales, which strip out automobiles, gasoline and building materials, rose 0.5 percent in April, after an upwardly revised 0.1 percent gain in March.
The end of a 2 percent payroll tax cut took effect on January 1 and the smaller paychecks have made some consumers less willing to spend. Still, declining gasoline prices have offset some of the drag on household income.
"While weather was a clear negative in (the first quarter), the revised view suggests that underlying pressure on moderate income consumer spending remains," said Bernstein Research analyst Colin McGranahan.
The pressure is not limited to Target. Last week, Wal-Mart Stores Inc (WMT.N) posted an unexpected 1.4 percent decline in same-store sales at its Walmart U.S. unit, while Kohl's Corp (KSS.N) posted a 1.9 percent decline in same-store sales. And on Wednesday, Lowe's Cos Inc (LOW.N) reported weaker-than-expected quarterly profit, hurt by the chilly weather as well as competition from larger rival Home Depot Inc (HD.N).
Target earned $498 million, or 77 cents per share, in the first quarter ended on May 4, compared with a profit of $697 million, or $1.04 per share, a year earlier.
Including the effects from opening Canadian stores, but excluding losses related to the early retirement of debt and gains from the sale of its credit card business, Target earned 82 cents per share. On that basis, analysts looked for 85 cents per share, according to Thomson Reuters I/B/E/S.
Total sales rose 1 percent to $16.71 billion, while analysts expected $16.78 billion in revenue.
The number of transactions in stores open at least a year fell 1.9 percent. Shoppers spent more overall and bought more items, but the selling price per unit was down, suggesting lower-priced items like groceries were selling well, Skrovan said.
Also, more shoppers took advantage of the 5 percent discount offered to Target's REDcard holders. It said 17.1 percent of sales in its stores were paid for with REDcard credit and debit cards, versus 11.6 percent a year ago.
Target said its first 24 Canadian stores, opened in March, generated $86 million in sales in the quarter. The company, which plans to have 124 stores in Canada by the end of the year, said costs related to the Canadian launch reduced earnings by 24 cents per share in the first quarter.
Target now expects adjusted earnings of $4.70 to $4.90 per share this year, down from its April forecast of $4.85 to $5.05.
Reporting by Jessica Wohl in Chicago; Editing by Jeffrey Benkoe


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Mark (1978 - 1979), Chuck Close. Acrylic on canvas. Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, New York.
A recent interview with Chuck Close at his New York studio can be seen at:
Production of the Emma print took over eighteen months to complete. Also in the Gates commons is an etching of Close's daughter, Georgia, made completely from impressions of Close's fingerprint, and an incredibly detailed linoleum-cut self-portrait (both shown below). Close's prints and printmaking techniques are described in the book Chuck Close: Process and Collaboration.
Chuck Close Self Portrait II & Georgia Fingerprint
The depth and detail of Close's work can be seen in Lucas. Shown below. The image on the right depicts the detailing and style in which the portrait was crated.
Lucas (1986 - 1987), Chuck Close. Oil and pencil on canvas. Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, New York


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Many moons ago (really, about 8 or so months), I sat on the bed in the narrow confines of my college dorm room, terra cotta bowl of breakfast fixings nestled in the crevice between my legs and my birds of paradise comforter, and vowed that when I finally moved on from this space – finally claimed a space of my own – I would have a kitchen table.
A simple vow, but powerful in its own small way.
For most of my college career, I ate my meals either in the larger kitchen space of the residence hall where I lived, or – when I needed a moment of peace – I escaped to my room. It should be noted that I was lucky to have a room in which I could eat by myself, as my position as a Resident Advisor offered me the kind of solace that only comes from being able to shut your door to the outside world. This meant that I often ate my meals with a self-imposed, casual monasticism on my bed, often while scrolling through the world of food writing in which I had emotionally invested myself by the time I was a sophomore. Inevitably, though, as I became more deeply interested in the culture of food and the way in which it affirms our own identities, the amount of time I spent strewing crumbs across my bedspread began to gnaw at me.
I longed for the kitchen table I grew up with, for the floral tablecloth and the mismatched china and the rushed, half-garbled prayers before meals, for the conversation like connective tissue webbing itself among my siblings and my parents as we detailed our days to one another in sentences punctuated by fork scrapes. The imprecise manner in which napkins were flung and dishes passed from end to end; the lingering nibbles stolen directly from cooling cast-iron skillets or serving bowls as the meal wound down.
The kitchen table was in fact the only place where we were allowed to eat – meals in front of the television did not even merit a thought, and food in our rooms on days other than Christmas or Easter (when we were allowed to dive into milky chocolate Santas or rabbits at seven in the morning just to preserve my parents' sanity) was strictly verboten. I surmise that this was largely an effort on my parents' part to keep the house from turning into a haven for candy wrappers and cookie crumbs, and my parents placed a firmly non-negotiable premium on sitting together as a family to share a meal when we could. Though that seems on the surface rather like experiencing food in a straitjacket, I will argue instead that it served to make the kitchen table itself something of a hallowed ground. As such, food became something sacred and filling, and throughout the years in which I grappled with food as a necessary evil, checking off the potato chips I consumed in my diary each night, eating at the kitchen table made the consumption of food something not only permissible, but encouraged.
I am fuzzily aware that there have been studies done which suggest that eating meals with one's family, actually taking the time – if it can be found – to share food with loved ones across a dinner table, can empower a child in a way little else can, merely because it grounds them to an identity that will carry them through the tumult of their teenage years. It empowers them with a kind of confidence to share their experiences, a confidence that later informs the work that they do in school, and – by extension – the work they will do once they leave it. Anchoring myself to my chair each evening in front of dishes my sister and I often helped my mother create was fundamental in granting me both an understanding of the world I came from, and an ability to articulate this world to others once I moved away. I learned to translate my fledgling experience of adulthood – how I experienced passion, heartache, friendship, struggle and ultimately love – through the language of food.
More often than not, I insisted that food I made to be shared with others be eaten at a table, one of the slightly off-kilter metal ones spread throughout the floor of the communal residence hall kitchen. Carrying plates and serving bowls to one of these little tables felt spiritual, and even if the food shared was a simple scrambled egg or two, there was a sanctity in the act of it. If the food I cooked for others functioned as an articulation of my feelings for them, then sharing that food over the expanse of a tabletop was an homage to the food itself, and to the roots traceable in each dish I made.
When Sam and I were in the process of moving in together, one of the few pieces of furniture I yearned for from his old apartment was the rounded wooden table which he had happened upon years ago at some long-forgotten thrift store back when Brooklyn was still budding. Luckily enough, his roommate graciously offered it up to us, and away it went, sturdy segments pinioned tightly to the walls of the moving van we had rented. We put it together the next evening, minutes before we surrendered ourselves to the jaws of a sleep deprivation-induced emotional break. It was good to have the table there for us the next morning, a stalwart symbol of the roots we were putting down in this new space.
Since we've moved, I have made a point to eat most of my meals at this table, regardless of whether or not I am eating with someone. This is not undertaken without a certain amount of resolve, as some nights when I am tucking into my dinner alone, I am tempted to fold myself under my covers and stay there for the rest of the evening. This seems counter-intuitive for someone who has just spent the last 900 words in ode to kitchen tables. My ascetic habits have been hard to kick, however, especially when the act of eating at a table will always feel religiously communal to me, the meals blessed as dishes pass hands.
After long days at work, days that leave me feeling particularly shattered (and there have been too many of these recently), gathering the mindfulness to recognize the food on my plate as anything but fuel feels almost riotously absurd. Who the hell cares, I think, if you eat these eggs and toast at the table or in bed? You have spent all day on the phone with people who don't care about you. Why make the effort now?
The answer with which I have to forge onward is that actually – I must care. While my identity right now is shrouded in a sense of displacement, I have found that one of the things which might very well save me – which might carry me from this stage to the next – is if I plant myself at that kitchen table and I remind myself of the value of the meal I have created. Because in doing so, I remind myself of my own worth, of the past that has informed the work I do in the present, and the future that I find myself ceaselessly trying to shape.
Because if there is any place where I will be able to make meaning of this sacred and unrelenting new chapter, it will certainly be at the table, one dish at a time.


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Today, I wanted to share a card I made with Waffle Flower Crafts Rock My World stamp set. I was looking for inspiration on the internet and came across this awesome print from Minted.
I loved the colors and the simple design in this print. Here is my take.
On a piece of white card stock, I stamped the rocks in blue, pink, orange and black ink. The orange and black rocks were created by inking and stamping the back side of the Live, Laugh, Love and Life is Beautiful rocks. Stamping the back sides of your clear stamps is just another way to get more milage from your stamps.
I stamped the sentiment in black ink and then had to figure out how to achieve the cool stripes on the rocks from the inspiration picture.
After a few failed attempts at masking, I decided to pull out my paper piercer, needle and cream twine and stitch twine around the rocks. In the end, I was really happy with the contrast between the graphic rocks and the rustic twine. I adhered the completed card stock panel on a Fine Linen card base with some foam tape.
I am also sharing this card with the Virginia's View Stitching challenge.
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The Post-UTME Computer Based Test (CBT) Screening Exercise will be conducted between Thursday 26 and Friday 27 October, 2017 at 10:00am.
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