By Andrew John Teague

Should I die for wanting to see my kids?

The trauma of family courts is beyond anything anyone should ever be put through, not fit for purpose. The trauma shared by our innocent children, the forgotten children.

This 21st of October we lay these plaque’s at the family courts, to hold the family courts accountable for the suicides accumulated over the decades and still. Social media is far bigger than you or us. Through social media groups and pages we learn of so many deaths so many struggling in trauma.

Let’s not forget that children of contact denial not only abused can also be victims of suicide suicidal tendencies self harm self medicate fail in academics simplest life’s tasks. Feeling isolated abondonment attachment dissorders.

Children are more likely at some point in their future commit suicide if someone close to them have.

Decades have rolled by many a good parent fallen along the way. 

Family court bullying terrorising tactics push parents over the edge.

The blood is on their hands.

#familycourts #parentalalienation #suicide #family #children

An American tale of the estranged, on Labor Day weekend

By surreal writer Eric Lastick

JOHN’S SIDE

Lose  yourself and your shirt, this one sunny day. Close eye to the summer ocean waves…and the overcast dream. Burgundy fall atilt in the shallows of a coastal red tinted cracked glass wines. Magma, the tare of the sky, you look upon.. A thunder under you holds in anger…as family set a boat, a yacht…a strong current—leaving you behind. Now, your job…and workload is a melted ice-bar strapped snow-cones and Popsicle, you walk the sands and sells of the lax, and the frays of beachcombers—stretched like built-on microphones and miles—as the day is long. Seabird lose folly in the cornered shadows of the moon—while crackling vanity. Peanuts and jelly breads of the goes and twists—enter my shelled mind’s eye. Positive vibrations sways my attentiveness—too the bottom of the ocean’s basin…and wash me of sighted change for the good!

BEHOLD, THE ICECREAM MAN FROM RICHES TO RAGS: I am the cold-box, strap-on server of ice cream goodies—all along the sandy beach sides…and all up and down the rows and throws of volleyball …and lounge chair towels. Big visor hats…salty water days out in the burn of the sun. Lifeguard to the refresh of thirsts of vacationers—like a Haitian holiday…as now alimony and bankruptcy has cleaned my pockets dry’s ”She got it all!’ And there i go selling my MG and Indian motorcycle..my stamp collections–outta rare gems. Yes…as here i go out on the dunes with no buggy, yet a wish to re-enter an old life of money and wealth, but i am just to damn old. My new girl friend is a swindler…and no less a full deck of cards. A whiskey hard drinking buddy of sorts. Bukowski style! She squashes bar flies…as silly drunks with the meanness in her eyes. Fall and capture to her fast karate legs…her dancer skills of yesteryear.  Today, a can’t miss an attempt to join the french foreign legion…out of a time machine—along with a drunk-in bath of salty air,and an even uglier good humor man, on the sunny beaches, this labor day weekend!

‘You see, i swore off liquor and crab-claws, the late hour…and poker faces that don’t buy my bluffs. I even gave up Poole sharking, although i have this bad habit of getting my teeth rearranged …and knocked in, after a bad game—and lesser pockets. Yet the one good thing i do have are my writing skills…as my pen to paper…and as i open my mail along my walkway apartment where i used to live, now my 2000 model Subaru which is alive with a plus sign as a new published novelist on the uptick! What do you know, they loved it…and of great expectations…a large advance…and mostly a thankful of gas…and I’m on my way!

(JANE’S SIDE)

She is the sea, the black and white wave of it…and nearest the sunrise, she sits by her table…and actually submerged in the shallow waves—- looking out at to the sea.—with gulls in free-form motion, as the forces of tide roll on in…though it does not stop her…as the bright of the sun is a morning love affair with a solitary time to mind, and to gift the minutes away. Water weight image of all her yesterdays…corporate lies…businessmen deceptions—and the very holds on her life. Her ex husband on the wayside of the starve…and her kids grown and angry…as the clock strikes the AM’S of all our labors, this labor day. Tuition like a tailwind that rip and gather to no end, yet her chair and  table  edges of the sandy background, hover of the sea. She sees freedom in the clearing…as the low tides subsides and she lowers her eye-where…and eye-weight of her every storm. Draws of metaphors…and waves lift at a surfer fall. The pipeline is what she views from her table and chair. Wet hair, blouse and shorts…as she envisions, the free-flowing ocean water. Salts and water taffy on the boardwalk strip…and the empty out of the Alawishes of old school tastes and events, in the movements and memory of solitary. Salty air…and the rows of fishes—dilly dally the waters long. The wide of a pipeline, encircle as if a new born spirit in her. She, the ex…and  how one now know that her own peace of mind by the shore, this labor day; as her life by the ocean, is her solitary happiness too this new day.

Mad Vlad Putin could be facing an invasion nightmare.

He has’ no good options’ after an offensive by Ukraine inflicted Russia’s most serious military defeat on the battlefield since the Second World War.

Military expert JUSTIN BRONK, a research fellow at London’s Royal United Services Institute, has analysed the situation as Ukrainian troops pile pressure on retreating Russian forces.

Ukraine wants to hold onto its new momentum amid hopes that a turning point in the war has finally been reached.

The counter-offensive left the Kremlin struggling for a response to its largest military defeat in Ukraine since Russia pulled back from areas near Kyiv.

It comes after Russia’s state media war correspondent Alexander Sladkov accidentally revealed the scale of their losses in Ukraine, telling the Kremlin-run Rossiya 1 news channel that a ‘huge number of people’ have died. Mr Bronk said Ukraine has ‘baited Russia into accepting an attritional battle in a very militarily disadvantageous position’, adding that Russia ‘will be hard pressed simply to avoid any more disasters before winter’.

The expert, who also gave his analysis to MailOnline in a video, said it had been ‘one of the most successful counter-offensives we’ve seen in modern history in terms of territory gained over a given speed of advance’.

#russia #ukraine #war# #defeat #

The loss of Queen Elizabeth II is a very sad time for so many in Britain. But Leigh and Rodney examine how the traditional pomp and ceremony – and news coverage – plays out against our rapidly changing society and world.

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#RoyalFamily #QueenElizabeth11 #BLM #TheQueenisdead

Mark David Chapman, aged 67, has again been turned down by a parole board, according to the state Department of Corrections.

The man who shot and killed John Lennon outside his Manhattan apartment because he was ‘jealous of him’ in 1980 has been denied parole for a 12th time, New York corrections officials said.

Chapman shot and killed Lennon on the night of December 8, 1980, as Lennon and Yoko Ono were returning to their Upper West Side apartment. Lennon had signed an autograph for Chapman on a copy of his recently released album, ‘Double Fantasy,’ earlier on.

There are no transcripts of Chapman’s latest board interview, but he has repeatedly expressed remorse in previous parole hearings.

Chapman called his actions “despicable” during his hearing in 2020, and said he would have “no complaint whatsoever” if they chose to leave him in prison for the rest of his life.

“I assassinated him … because he was very, very, very famous and that’s the only reason and I was very, very, very, very much seeking self-glory. Very selfish,” Chapman said then.

Chapman is serving a 20-years-to-life sentence at Green Haven Correctional Facility, north of New York City, according to online state corrections records.

He is next due to appear before the parole board in February 2024.

#lennon #manhattan #newyork #imagine #markdavidchapman #yoko #beatles

Leigh is freezing in the UK, Rodney is hot under the collar in Spain and Liz joins the power struggle that might end up in real hunger games

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#LizTruss #Boris #Biden #Trump #Spain #UK #Putin #Power #Crisis #Ukraine #Eon-next

They’re at it again – fascinating conversations and opposing points of view! CLICK INSIDE TO SEE

Bob protests about hell in Ukraine

The European leg of Bob Dylan’s Rough and Rowdy Ways tour is ready to roll. And will this stint again contain a major protest about Putin’s insane war on the land of his fathers?

On the first night at the Arizona Federal Theatre, Phoenix, Arizona he dropped Early Roman Kings and replaced it with Crossing the Rubicon.

The song is normally accepted as being about Julius Caesar taking his troops across the Rubicon River in 49 BC. The journey began a bloody war.

The new message of protest was clear as it wound round the auditorium in its slow blues guise.

Bob, like so many of us, was a victim of Cold War propaganda.

In Chronicles, he wrote about how children in small-town America were taught to see Russians as a threat.

He wrote: “One of the things we were trained to do was to hide and take cover under our desks when the air-raid sirens blew, because the Russians could attack us with bombs,” he wrote. “We were told that the Russians could be parachuting from planes over our town at any time. These were the same Russians that my uncles had fought alongside only a few years earlier. Now they had become monsters who were coming to slit our throats and incinerate us.”

And in so many ways this is the scenario coming out of the Ukraine now as so many old men – and women too – take to the streets armed often only with anger, pride, fear and ancient guns.

Dylan stood up with them to be counted.

Dylan was born Robert Allen Zimmerman in 1941 in Duluth, Minnesota. Following a series of vicious violence against Jewish people, in 1907 his paternal grandparents emigrated there from Odessa, then part of the Russian empire, now in Ukraine.

Bob Dylan! One more pride of Odessa,” read a large billboard standing in front of City Hall in the Black Sea port

Good on him…

#BOBDYLAN #MASTERSOFWAR #PROTEST #UKRAINE #EUROPE #ROUGHANDROWDY

Is the NHS brilliant? is the BBC rubbish? and don’t get them started on utility companies

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#Commonwealthgames #utilitycompanies #BBC #NHS