December 18, 2012
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Lost My Letter To Little Children
I am working still with a seriously flawed computer, and I fear the truth is that I am at my wit’s end with endeavoring to write what appears to be some very important work, for since my interview with Barry Elva, our computer talk radio host who has a nice manner of giving us open time to speak about our work and our lives — What really seems important at times but which has taken on a solid back seat to what has gone gone on since I was able to enjoy an interview with Barry who is a sophisticated pleasant gentleman who would tell you that; Sometimes his interviews make a solid difference, for he is popular, especially with the UK audience.
He has done interesting and fun work about his program and holds title to the writer of bathroom reading — All in good fun, but do not hesitate, if you are invited to go on the Barry Elva computer radio show. I was scared to death and worked through laryngitis; So I lift my heart up with Thanks giving. D. Steve; I got your note, but it was kicked out, so just accept thanks again from all who are involved in making, “Talk Radio,” on computer possible.
But since I got through a Gallbladder surgery my computer is taking a left on to Main Street, looking more like a frenzie, and when it is all wipped out; Then it is definitely a time for a really new model of some kind; I have had it.
I am going to stop while I can and pray for the little children in Conneticutt, and for me; there would be no help, because those parents have something beyond any thing which I could possible survive, and God knew that of me. How inane it must sound that, “I,” could not have survived, for as the funerals begin, the Christmas toys placed aside; As other children say, “Good buy,” to parents and teachers, and as a school simply disappears, an enviable school, the kind an inner city child could not dream of; Then Christmas, Hannukah, whatever one selebrates all disappear into the new year; How ca?n a parent send their child to school anywhere? My honest response is that my kids could no no normal, for they would be about to experience Home Schooling. We cannot live in a world to have our babies shot with assault weapons. Maybe they have seen a school nurse at a time when a hen was going to lay her eggs, just like they were a little yok and mucoid core there for a while, and, “Look; they are now boys and girls.
I feel like a suffragette, and I want to go and to burn anything which bespeaks of kiddie porn. I want to talk to these Mamas that put their sons and daughters in beauty contest and the like where they worth is measured by beauty, for to this day when I see the Ramsey child prancing on the stage, then all that I see are people begging for the wrong kind of attention from older people who go in for, “Booty Shanking,” and Barbie has boobs getting larger and bathing suits more scanty.
I have been that hurt little girl who lost her voice, because no one expected such behaviors back then, and I cannot imagine how much of a sacrifice some of these parents were making to send their daughters and sons all that it took to get those kids in the schools where little rich children went to with its flag and its colors, so merciful God — They came to you, but Evil has its way, does it not? Who is kiddie porn for? And who buys magazines with pretty little nude children where it is called, “Art?” We need some accounting in this universe that not just everything is all right.
Is it a next door neighbor who buys from the farthest back in the book shelves? You got one purchase from me, because I wanted to see what you were selling, and you know exactly what it is; Little children are hugging, and in perfect circumstances with a parent present — Hugs are one thing, but when does the frustrated teenager start looking at little girls with eyes that fill some other kind of hunger; And for little boys — The outward signs can be shown very early, and there are men who get off on all of this kind of thing. Little Grace, Amazing Grace and Emily; I pray to the Lord they can recover some of what he was watching, and what was happening when he came around little ones. Just let us know something, Lord, “Oh please just let us know something of what was called his moments of, “Madness? and what turned him in to the harbinger of demons?
Boys mature less mentally and socially than girls in early high school, but then girls actually move past them in many regards; so suddenly a boy has gone from being a, “Dweeb,” or whatever unkind name is appropriate not, so please let us know something about his secrets. I believe parents should begin making shopping a family affair, for who is helping your child with clothing and shoes? I can tell you with the deepest of knowledge that if you have a little child; then someone other than you and your Lord have eyes which are wide open, and they are not always eyes of love; No, they are eyes with a plan. One son, as it turned out, of my own had to be protected froma pastoral crowd who had to be then watching over their own little brothers and sisters. Evil is out there, and one had a daughter pinned down to the hour and the day she would become 21. It turns out that a maternal grandfather did not miss a generation of whom he plagued with his horrible and nasty hangs; So if you think your child is safe; A time will come when you love, but you will observe and find out that breaking a mother and a family is the worship of all of those who want to deny the passion of our Lord. As we begin a new year, may we understand first that the time is coming when we will be the least fortunate of those to whom our daughters will turn. Remember; someone was planning a long time ago. “So Bless the little children and those who tried to save them, and My Mother, another year has almost come and gone. I know why you could not be there for me, but worse; I know how horrible I made your life, the smart, “Know it all,” and we will have some lovely days when this pain goes away.
God Bless all of you who have written me, and I will be back on line and answering when my computer bugs are set free. Bless us, but leave us at the gate where we are saddened, and from there; we shall carry on.
