Florida sheriff fed up with school shooting hoaxes posts boy’s mugshot to social media

This is sickening, so of course it is Florida.  Seriously this is an adult sheriff mad at other adults and taking it out on a child.  This is an 11 year old, impressionable child who has not formed critical thinking skills.   In Florida this boy couldn’t read books with LGBTQ+ characters or plots, But we think they are smart enough to process the wrongness of their actions?  If someone had talked him into taking off his clothing and letting them take pictures, we would not blame the kid would we.  Seriously this is a 5th grader, being perp walked by adults.  Tell me how this teaches the kid anything but the bigger the bully who carries a gun the more they can push around others.  This trauma of being arrested, placed in a cop car, treated like a criminal is going to scar this child for life.  Being locked in a cell, hell did they book and process him … with all that entails.  Where is the right of the minor to have his parents present.   There are better ways to handle this.  All because adults don’t want to give up their damn guns.  Hugs.  Scottie

A Florida sheriff fed up with a spate of false school shooting threats is taking a new tactic to try get through to students and their parents: he’s posting the mugshot of any offender on social media. (Sept. 17, 2024)

The post I lost and the last three days

I talk about my weekend and reasons for not going to the MS site anymore, the fact I wrote a long heartfelt post on WordPress and due to one mistake lost the entire thing, and how I plan computer upgrades before continuing to post more videos. Best wishes, and Hugs

I “know”. Hugs.

Ok. Fair warning, as this is still fresh for me. I don’t imagine this post flows right, but here goes:

As a man well into my 50’s, I should not allow myself to feel the same bullying I felt in childhood. I shouldn’t allow the blather of others to live within my soul, my thoughts, to change my outlook, to destroy my peace. But I did. I most certainly did.

Recently, in partnership with another employee, I was given the task of wiring in an actuator control switch. I was looking forward to this task because I have little experience with this type of electronics and wiring, and the person I was to be working with had a lot of experience but his age was making the physical work difficult. A great pairing, I thought.

He ordered the components and designed the support structure while I assembled the structuring and then attempted to follow his written directions on the wiring. I told him I didn’t understand his wiring diagram but I’d do my best and let him know if I had problems. Yep, I had problems.

This older man entered back into the project angry. Ok, he is always angry. But, I called him back into it because I had done the best I could, the very best I could, but I was at a loss. So, I left everything open, labeled, easily changed. His first words were “Why in the hell did you do it like that?”

Ok, I’m new at this. How would you have done it. Grumpily, he tells me. Cool, information! I can use this in the future! Then, he grumpily complains about how I’ve done it again.

And again. And again. And again. And again. He complains about my multimeter, which is owned by the shop, not me, and is the only one I have available. Why did you buy this meter? This is a stupid design. Anyone who uses a meter like this shouldn’t be using a meter. Why did you leave so little wire where this gets connected? (He ordered the wire, and I used every bit of it as best as able). You should have left more. Dammit, this is horrible, why’d you leave this so short? You should have left more….

Outwardly I stood quiet, but, inside sat a little boy who couldn’t hold a flashlight right or grab a 7/16 box end wrench fast enough. I tell you now, when I realized I had put my hands in my pockets I ripped them out so fast I’m surprised I didn’t start a friction fire!

This type of stuff continued, repeatedly continued. I’d done the best I could with what I had available. I’d done the best I could to understand his diagram. I’d done the best I fucking well could!….. and all I could do was hold back the scream that it was all unfair and swallow my own anger as he let his flow. I needed to get this component wired and get this machine working again. I needed his help.

I’m a grown-assed man well into my 50’s, why am I suddenly that little boy again? Why am I so incapable of lifting my head? Why am I so hurt by someone so much smaller than I am? Why did I allow myself to be so abused?

Wiring complete, machine put back together. I trained the operators, watched them operate the machine successfully, then quietly collected my tools and went home. On the way home another driver passed me on the highway as I was changing lanes. He was speeding, nearly hit me – I could have reached out my window and changed his radio station! Then he sped away on the highway, and I was pissed! Finally, I was pissed!! I’d had enough this day and dammit someone was going to pay! I chased that guy for two miles at over 90 miles an hour before I realized that – a: I was never going to catch him in my little car. And, b: I needed to forgive that man or I was going to end up in an accident or jail or both.

Many years ago I stumbled upon a little blog that talked about a lot of stuff. I read his offered story, read his posts, then one day I commented. See, I liked how he signed off on his posts with “hugs”. We became grand friends, this virtual hugger and me, and I learned how incredibly important hugs were to him, and to my surprise, to me. To receive them, and to give.

Of course, I know this is a sad, angry, lonely, pathetic old man. I know this is just how he is, and I’ll never see him different. But. I also “know” he spoke to me that way because I was no good. I “know” I was horrible at my job. I “know” I’m dumb. I “know” I had no business trying to do that wiring job. I “know”… I “know”… Yeah, I “know”.

Hugs.

Randy

Haters are going to hate, Republicans are going to try to spark hate everywhere. Lies are not a bad thing to them as long as they win so they can continue to hate.

A day after a Springfield school and other public buildings were evacuated and closed due to bomb threats, and the same day that two other Springfield elementary schools were evacuated and one middle school closed due to a new, separate bomb threat, Husted posted a photo of two geese on X Friday morning with the comment, “Most Americans agree that these migrants should be deported.” Husted’s spox has refused to comment. He first appeared here in 2012 when as Ohio secretary of state he eliminated extended hours for early voting.

“When people ask me…What’s gonna happen if the Flip – Flopping, Laughing Hyena Wins?? I say…write down all the addresses of the people who had her signs in their yards! Sooo…when the Illegal human ‘Locust’ (which she supports!) Need places to live…We’ll already have the addresses of the their New families…who supported their arrival!” Zuchowski wrote.

Read the full article. Replies to his post are turned off. Zuchowski made news several years ago for a rant about the name change for the Cleveland Indians, which he claimed was “erasing our heritage.”

“I’ve seen the guns myself and all, and, yeah, they had a lot of guns and stuff over there, and, yeah, a lot of people were afraid of him back in the day,” she said.

“These are people that want to destroy our country. It is called the enemy from within. They are the real threat. They do it with a combination of rhetoric and lawsuits they wrap me up in.

Indeed, he should resign.

But he’s a Republican, so he won’t. This is really good. Zorba linked it on Politicians are Poody Heads.

Ugh. This is awful.

It’s about the Vances. A commenter on MPS posted the link. I was fighting with myself about posting it because it’s awful, but I’m going to because it’s information to be used to determine a vote. But I’m only putting a snippet and the link, so people can decide if they want to read (and see) all of it.

JD Vance’s wife, lawyer Usha Vance, has been conspicuously absent from the campaign trail thus far except for a few brief appearances, prompting speculation and concern. But after a recent campaign appearance, folks who were previously sympathetic to Usha Vance’s plight (marrying a guy who may or may not have f*cked a couch) are thinking twice.

Last week, Usha Vance was seen with her husband at the stalwart Erie, Pennsylvania butcher shop Gordon’s Butcher & Market, where the owners talked to the couple about the shop’s importance in the community.

There are just a few problems with this. Usha Vance is a vegetarian and a practicing Hindu. In Hinduism, the figure of the cow is not only celebrated, but sacred. Cows represent the divine and as such are associated with multiple deities, such as the Lord of Cattle and fertility god Shiva, Krishna, and the bull god Indra. (snip-MORE)

https://www.intomore.com/impact/politics/usha-vance-is-coming-under-fire-after-this-poorly-received-campaign-stunt/

Two videos about my abuse, about my current sleep issues, and about me trying to help a fellow survivor

Hi everyone.  I spent the late morning  / early afternoon making a couple videos.  I was talking about what was keeping me busy and occupied the last couple of weeks.  But these videos touch on my hurts, my pain, not news.  One is shorter because when Ron came to the door, I meant to hit the pause button but hit the stop recording one.   I am using new equipment, so if there is any sound or video issues, please let me know.  Hugs.  Scottie

I talk about my own childhood abuse and helping a friend with his own abuse issues first part.

Me speaking about my abuse and trying to help a friend who was abused also. I also explain my time management issues.

Israel Drops 2000-Pound Bombs On Tents In Gaza “Safe Zone”

Peace & Justice History for 9/12:

September 12, 1977
Steve Biko, the leader of the black consciousness movement, and probably the most influential young black leader in South Africa, died while being held by security forces in Port Elizabeth; he was the forty-first person to die while in police custody in South Africa.
The Death of Stephen Biko

 
September 12, 1998
A group later known as the Cuban Five was arrested after infiltrating groups which had previously executed terrorist attacks on Cuban soil.They were convicted of conspiracy to commit espionage against the U.S. Their conviction was overturned by a three-judge panel of the 11th Circuit Court, then reinstated by the full court; an appeal to the Supreme Court is planned.
The United Nations Commission on Arbitrary Detentions has characterized their imprisonment as arbitrary detention.


Who are the Cuban 5? 
September 12, 2002

President George W. Bush told skeptical world leaders at the United Nations to confront the ”grave and gathering danger” of Saddam Hussein’s Iraq, or to stand aside as the United States acted. 

https://www.peacebuttons.info/E-News/peacehistoryseptember.htm#september12

This is what happened to me.

The below is my response to a thread on the Male Survivor site where people were talking about intervening if they saw something suspicious but not outright abuse with a child.  One guy commented that what if the adult later took it out on the child.  Sorry but these are the memories and never seeming to stop thoughts I am dealing with right now.    Hugs.  Scottie

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Hi. That is what happened to me. I was driving my snowmobile to a basket making shop to cut up cardboard for the owner. It was a job a kid could do and earn a little money. The owner was friends with my parents. I hit ice, couldn’t completely stop in time, bumped the bumper of a large car. No damage to the car but the cowling / hood of the snowmobile was broken badly. That meant I had to call my AF (the male of the couple who adopted me, the woman is AM, their children are the hell spawn) who showed up at the place while I was inside cutting the cardboard in a separate area of the shop. He came in and started to beat me. My AF is a large man with huge arms and shoulders who was a barroom brawler when younger. The man who owned the shop was a former Marine and taller than the AF but maybe as strong. He heard my cries and AF swearing at me, rushed in to the area I was being beaten, grabbed the AF and pushed him to the wall away from me. It might have got worse but the other workers were now watching. I never saw what happened as very quickly someone grabbed me and took me to the other part of the shop and got me calmed down. I was so relieved. The owner came to tell me that the AF had left and they were going to fix my machine at the shop, so someone would drop me off at home. Then came the time I had to go home.

There was no one there to protect me. I walked through the door and closed it, and the fist smashed into my face throwing me back into the door. He picked me up and slammed me into the door, then turned around still holding me and threw me down on the floor. He was furious raging about me embarrassing him, and he would teach me not to go crying to others. Had I not learned it before never to tell, take like the … I was. The beating was bad with slaps, punches, and kicks, the sexual torture horrible starting with oral and going to hurt rape anal, and the humiliating thing he made me do after he finished in me was just more salt in my wounds. At least after he finished I knew it would be over, he had spent his rage but his anger would simmer until the next time. I was in bed in my little tiny room hardly big enough for a small bunk bed having been warned to keep my sniveling quiet so the AM wouldn’t be upset when she got home. I was told not to come out or let him see me again that day / night. I heard him yelling telling the AM that I was grounded and wouldn’t get supper for smashing the snowmobile and disobeying him. He told her only that he punished me. She never checked on me. The next day trying to move and get up was horrible. The AM seen me and told me to stay home from school. I was terrified because the AF would be home from work soon as he worked nights. As soon as she left I took a small pack with water / soda and stole snacks from the pantry and went into the woods to hide for the day. After the weekend I went back to school. Same story, I got hurt fighting with other kids, or fell off my bike going very fast, or one of the other ones I was practiced at telling such as fell down the stairs in a home that had no stairs. I was terrified to touch the snowmobile after that.

Unless you can get the child or abused person away from the abuser intervening might make it much worse for them when no one is there to stand up for them. Best wishes. Scottie

Best Wishes and Hugs,

Scottie

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