The truth’s not so good for instigating a gender war though.

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2014/12/11/campus-rape-sex-assault-findings/20257095/

I myself live in a divided household rife with certain females afflicted with bizarre mental/emotional/lawless issues, foreign bride syndrome (the bad kind), teenagers not my own with their special dysfunctionalities; I persevere for my young daughter. I will suffer a loveless dysfunctional marriage for the sake of my daughter, merely eight years old, so I have a long ways to go before I can punch the clock. I could never choose to leave life early, though often that thought is my only comfort, because I couldn’t do that to my daughter. I have to love and teach her and in every subversive and overt way possible steer her towards a well educated graceful functionality. I suspect a great many marriages were such accommodations with dysfunction before divorce upped the freakometer. (TMI, I’m sure, but the snoops already have the goods on all of us, mostly.)

In any case, I know a small part of your pain and the infuriating nature of a society that coddles vicious women and condemns loving men. You truly have my sympathy, and my envy on the loving wife part.

Wasn’t that one applauded by the Pols in the Capital?

Or did people conveniently forget that episode by now. As they were commanded to, so they shall comply and obey.

I feel awful for you. That’s horrible. Horrible! Horrible!

The best I can offer is to point you to Jesus, to God.

He redeems suffering. He forgives sins. He is the Reason for the Season.

If you like, you can e-mail me.

Truth Unites… and Divides

the person i was with, whom i did not marry, got pregnant purposefully with the idea that i would pay. then they used the kid as leverage, when that was not making a happy fun place, and i complained, they decided to disappear one day after trashing the apartment. they were gone for six months or so. the police came, and her family (who was in on it) came, and they proceeded to tear my life apart. my salary has been fixed since that time (pre 1990)… no raises, no promotions… nothing. as i have no connection back to my bronx science, good work, etc…

the police kept coming to work, they kept waking me up in the middle of the night to question me for 6 hours, then let me go to work. I had the baby, but was collapsing from their games and ruining my life, so i sent the son to my parents so he would be ok given what i was going through. they were going to indict me, and she wandered in an took the kid. i had to get back together with her in order to see my son. the courts did not follow the law, and arbitrarily declared change of venue without changing it. the grandparents were ruled as having no rights, and she claimed abuse that never happened.

eventually she came back, that nullified the other things, and her fatehr died. she then wanted to leave, but at the behest of a friend of hers who worked for the state welfare agency. she met her at college where i was paying for her degree and education. they blamed me for her going from honor student before meeting the wacko, to bad grades after… and so, they got it in their head that if they could bankrupt me, and so on, the state would award her more money to live on, and her and her friend would be able to live better.

they neglected the child, and manipulated docs and things. after the fact the family doctor called me, as i refused to go to the office any more and refused to make sure of things as she cried and lied and nearly got me thrown in jail abusing the law requiring reporting to child protection. he apologized after things were all over, as he said he did not realize she was doing that, and that i was innocent. when the child had a 105 fever and they were taking him to mcdonalds playland and putting him int he back seat, and i took him to the hospital, he realized what was going on when he met the wacko sheila. sheila tried to use the event claiming i was acting and pretending to be the hero to get custody. i told security she is not family, and not allowed in. wacko went wacko.

they then would appear at work, yelling and screaming, making claims i was gay,that i did not pay support, and on and on. again, i had to tell security to keep her and them out… but by then my corporate professional career was over and they let me go not long after that.

it was thanksgiving… i have a picture of a turkey i made for my son. he had made a indian drum at school, and a headband. he is near 30 today, but i still have that stuff he made in school. i take it out and sit alone on holidays which are always sad for me, as i have pretty much no friends, family is gone, and cant connect to bring things to market to make a better life, as i am the wrong sex and color and alone (Except for my wife, but she is from indonesia, which is not much help, though she cares alot).

as he grew up i tried to talk to him every sunday, and rarely missed a day. his mom would leave him for weeks with my mom, but one day she picked him up, took him and the other kids and decided to rob the bank in town (nearly ruining my parents life). she was caught, and my kid ended up for a day in prison waiting for my parents to pick him up.

of course, the wackier she acted, the more it was my fault… otherwise she would be a perfect person.

she went to federal prison for 2.5 years, and while in there her mom died. i had to pay double child support, becuase my son being the good kid he was, realized that if he stayed with her, she would get money, but if he stayed with my parents, she wouldnt. so i had to pay her to let him stay with my parents, and also pay my parents to help raise him.

i went bankrupt, had no credit for 13 years, could not buy a home, couldnt build a company, and was pretty much abandoned and left alone. many employers would not hire me thanks to the stuff that comes up on background search.

i became homeless a second time, and a woman on the net helped me out by loaning me 7k… i got an apartment in nyc, the same one i am in now. paid her back as fast as i could, and worked my arse off.

i would drive to see himwhen i could. but family would not take pictures for me, and i would never see him grow up. my wife and i now are barren… too old and too poor to have kids… though we could get treatment, i cant get a raise or promotion for the rest of my life no matter what i do said the boss. they clobbered my IP, and i am locked down.

i have lots of art, IP, photography, and so on… but no way to show it. not even here to attract some connection.

anyway… now you know why i often have a bitter side, and i am now 50… my son quit college… he could not finish his honors degree in genetics thanks ot obama, and the fact his mom killed my earning ability so could not pay for it. besides, the liberal doctors were all selecting women and minoroties, so he had no one to do his thesis with. after a couple of years he decided to go into the navy and accepted a commission to be an officer. (this was on my advice originally as he wanted to go in as an enlisted man and be a corman. i said corman dont last long on the field and that with his brains and ability, like his dad, he would do better contributing more in a better place, as arbitrary sacrifice of your life is not really helping others. he then took the commission and is an officer. but given the history, does not even bother to send me a post card… though we send him cards, gifts, and so on… holidays are horrid).

there is so much more… but thats the overview.
the police destroyed my life, then found out i was completely innocent. which exposed their lies, malfeasance, and so on, as they had all the “evidence”. all my attempts at connecting and doing better have failed…

so now i am just waiting to die, and its not happening fast enough… i am full of hopelessness, and given the politics, my sex, my color, and lack of friends, family, and connections… there is nothing to do.. i am really good ad making others money and solving problems and designing things as my skills range from working on the super computer here, to making electronic items, engineering, and as everyone knows, tons of history and more.

it was all a waste… i never got to do anything or go anywhere, or be anything. i try and try.. but thats that.

thanks for the kind words.
i could tell you more, but then i would ruin xmas for everyone…

🙂

This story by Erdely is receiving new scrutiny, but I haven’t seen any in-depth articles about it yet.

Here’s a piece about another article of Erdely’s and its problems.

The trouble with grabbing a tiger by the tail is that you don’t know it’s a tiger until you’re in mid-ride. And by then it’s difficult to let go.