How Do We Protect our Kids from Both Genders

             How does anyone justify going after a kid. On the AOl screen one of the topics was, a twenty-four female flirted with a fifteen year-old boy at a gym. The boys mother did notice, but left the area. That gave Ms. Brashear time to take the boy to the tanning bed, undress herself and kiss the boy. She is now charged with a lewed act on a minor under sixteen.
       The mother came back just in time-or maybe not. I wonder why, once the mother saw this woman flirting with her son, why she didn't call a manager, or leave with her son, ask to write a complaint, but go to another part of the gym?
        We know more and more women today are just as likely to be predators as so called men are. I know, there's still a different spin on this. Boys are supposed to be flattered that an older woman flirts or goes even further. Not all boys.
       Brashears photo shows her red faced and teary-eyed. Her dumb comment was that she felt it was okay to just kiss him and she knew he was fifteen. What planet is she from? He wasn't her nephew, little brother or cousin? Is she really serious?
She needs a mental health eval for sure. Still, if he was my son...oh, and teh mother; would she take a different view if this was her daughter and it was a man working at the gym? We know the answer, don't we?

Castration in Moldava for Pedophiles

       I only saw the title and that it has become law. So what do they do to women who do the same things? This is something that has gone on forever behind closed doors and it is mainly men who do that. Now we have more and more females who are teachers preying on their young male students along with their male counterparts. When will it stop? I know years ago when the electric was the penalty for murder, killings were not as rampant as they are today because we as a humane society are not allowed to have cruel and unusual punishment-that only goes for those who committ such offenses.
      What will it take to stop pedophiles? I don't know except to teach our kids to scream, tell, and keep on telling until someone listens. Yet I know too when it happens in a child's own home the predator threatens and in other cases too, the child is always threatened.
   Maybe Moldava is on  the right track-to start.

At What Price...Happiness

     Most people are thinking Thanksgiving, families, football and who to invite over or where we will go. Many of those same people can't afford it. The world is quickly turning into an old newspaper called the Enquirer. Okay maybe not really a"newspaper". As a kid I heard it was called a rag paper. But the funny thing is, I remember stories blazing on the front page showing images of very young children looking like very old people:yes, progeria as we now know it's called. But then adults would say, boy that paper will make up anything for a buck. There were stories about two headed cows, aliens, area 51 and so much more which is now known today as truth.
       Then pedophiles were completely ignored and the victims were, nine out of ten made out to be liars. But I remember those pedophiles. There was Casper the shoemaker, short, dirty from shoe polish with an accent and Mr. Sheen , a well-dressed Irish neighbor who people said was such a nice guy, the candy store owner, a sloppy disgusting pig looking man and of course fathers and brothers on the block. It was all so familiar.
        What makes it worse? The kids who it happened to didn't couldn't and wouldn't talk about it. Every day it was there but the pretense of happiness was better to live with, not easier, just better. No one knew who it happened to so who could you trust to tell. There was one man, a father in the neighborhood who we all knew about. They were Peurto Rican. I remember my mother talking to the mom who was somewhat slow mentally, and her son and one daughter was an almost replica. But one daughter was different. She was of average intelligence and pretty.
Her father was a very handsome man, friendly, talked to many and like most perverts, people thought he was a nice guy-that is until the cops came one day and took him away.
       His daughter was pregnant, and he went away to prison for  a long time. When he got out he divorced his wife and his daughter and they moved in together. Was that happiness for her? What did she sacrifice? Everything.
          Happiness is like the ocean. It comes in waves, and sometimes washes enough old stuff away that the good lasts longer each time. We have to help that goodness along. Just like that neighbor kid, we were told to mind our own business. She was our business. When do we learn and what does it take to get involved where we're told we don't belong.
           If the waves come too fast, you have to step backwards. Remember that cold feeling of getting wet when you're not ready?
    Help someone. Don't always mind your own business, get involved and yes be careful. Have a good Thanksgiving. Try not to gossip about people because you don't know if you're being gossiped about too and don't pass the buck, unless it's to a charity, or a church that is really doing good, and most of all if you think you can't do anything, you can pray. It's still free in these United States. Sleep Well:)