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The fear starts early these days...



In Police State USA, Kids Playing Outside is a Crime: CPS to Mom “Don’t let them play outside.”

The message from the state is clear, either you keep your kids locked up in the house or you very well may be the one locked up. “You just don’t let them play outside.”

Austin, Texas – Children’s book author, Kari Anne Roy, received an unexpected visit from Child Protective Services (CPS) and the Austin Police Department recently. She was being investigated for allowing her son Isaac, 6, to play outside unsupervised.

Isaac and his eight-year-old sister had been playing outside at a park bench about 150 yards from their house, which is visible from their home’s front porch. When the sister came in the house the boy continued to play.

The child had been outside for all of 10 minutes when there she heard her doorbell ring. When she opened the door, expecting her son, there was a woman standing there that Roy didn’t know.

According to what Roy wrote on her blog, HaikuMama, the stranger asked,


“Is this your son?”
I nodded, still trying to figure out what was happening.
“He said this was his house. I brought him home.” She was wearing dark glasses. I couldn’t see her eyes, couldn’t gauge her expression.
“You brought…”
“Yes. He was all the way down there, with no adult.” She motioned to a park bench about 150 yards from my house. A bench that is visible from my front porch. A bench where he had been playing with my 8-year-old daughter, and where he decided to stay and play when she brought our dog home from the walk they’d gone on.
“You brought him home… from playing outside?” I continued to be baffled.
And then the woman smiled condescendingly, explained that he was OUTSIDE. And he was ALONE. And she was RETURNING HIM SAFELY. To stay INSIDE. With an ADULT. I thanked her for her concern, quickly shut the door and tried to figure out what just happened.


Read more at http://thefreethoughtproject.com/police-cps-investigate-family-letting-kids-play/#IwT4svy00yU7OKr8.99

Celebrate!

Turnovers by another name...

Someone burned up the Mike Brown Memorial last night in Ferguson...




Now that's some seriously sick hatred.

Share this… With your Republican voting peeps.

You can slice the symbolism with a butter knife

I think that I'm going to like this new GOTHAM series...




Something to think about...



http://www.upworthy.com/i-thought-i-was-mad-when-i-saw-how-many-abortion-clinics-they-have-then-i-saw-the-gun-dealers-fr2-4c?c=apstream

4 HERO - Loveless



As we await
sister Sun's arrival,
child stars you'll listen
to my tale, please stay.

As it was told to me
by my sister afar.
Earth her name
and this, this is her story:

Sister Moon
hear me now,
I feel my end too soon, too soon!

My wounds
are deep,
gaping,
unhealing -

Can't believe, refused to believe
my children had no feelings
for me.

See
them sealing a fate of early death and destruction,
watch my my foolish daughters and sons,
as they
kill me,
slowly
kill me,
quicker
kill me.

They've loved me as would an unfaithful lover,
part-time and half-assed,
Now unmasked
is their deceit.
No more sweet,
sneaky thrill seekings.
Tomorrow brings
nevers and nothings.
Ended days
for my world
and its unchanging ways.
Now,
apocalyptic truths
of revelations hasten our omega
my children's and mine.
Each time
my breath, skin and tears are polluted and poisoned by
their careless games and toys and
this is only the beginning
of my children's sinning.

My power is fading.
You suck, brother,
mother earth's now a plaything
for the ungrateful child,
so cold.
Ten billionfold,
my tears.

I long for the once adoring embrace of my children
their prayers, their care and
tenderness
has now turned loveless
The embrace
now an anaconda's grip
unmerciful and swift
swift with the killing.

Killing is a sport
Fun with fire and my wondrous rainforests reflect the
neglect they have for their main source.

They slaughter their sibling blossoms and beasts like
the first murderer, Cain,
their pure sister oceans will never be the same due to
daily spoil and brother sky's choked from oil
refinery factory smoke
Your mother earth found me, dying, note who's crying
now.

My power is fading.
You suck, brother,
mother earth's now a plaything
for the ungrateful child
so cold.
Ten billionfold,
my tears.

But I'll continue to spin,
until my curious home sapien
offspring pay the price for their sins
against my tainted tears, my breathless breath and
once-fertile skins
My sons are million-murderers.
They kill - I kill one million plus.
I never wanted to hurt my children but our creator
makes me take revenge.
It's the circle of life -
or at least,
it was.

But now it's the end.

No, no it's too late for repentance,
accept your death sentence.
I've given you all I can.
Such beauty and life
you'll never have again.

Now it's the end.
Now it's the end.
Now it's the end.

Now it's the end.

Waiting...





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