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If I thought for one second (My ) Hillary, understood the concept of "It takes a village,..." Well, I digress, but it would be nice to get my money returned for the cost of the book, and yes, I'd donate it to her campaign. From personal experience I do know (tend to believe,) the gure is usually worse in this evolutionary process of social awarness (as regards children.) Yes my dear I do know a lot about the village here in the backwards of the American Republic. Az you suggested the problem and the cure are both systemic. I don't think I'm being cynical when I say, both usually prove to be negative. From personal experience I do know there are brave (unlikely) heros to be found within the sordid mess; In my case, there was a black man in Hawaii, a cocaine adict of whom I can only say, "Herny played the upright so GRAND. He played what was right, het taught me to play what was left-over." THere was a woman, too,. She had a name, but refused it. She had escaped the Russian Revolution. That sweet mountain of sugar was white, and terribly "Mama Russia," to me. The question I pose is this: Can a 6 year old male prostitute who smokes Cqamel Cigaretes and drings eight shots of expresso for breakfast, survive? The answer is yes, and too, only to the degree that Survival becomes the sole objective so when the Male Prostiture grows up, he's age 60 and 2, he ponders, "WHy... ...is there something more to life than survival?" My point: I do respect your myopic view and too, how you poison the wellness comparing horror stories of abuse and adding a sprinkle of politics I only remember the gentle voice, the breath of Mama Russia sitting under the table and teaching me to stop eating off the floor, or exhanging surviaval for sex. I only remember a man named Henry Taylor Webb of South Sangamon, teaching me to sit at a table and not feelig bad about myself because no one really wants to play with an abused child. I don't really feel bad about what might have happened in a Trust Territory of the United States back when, but I do know this much: It's impossible to judge the wanton behavior of a village or of a perpetrator, yet I'm well aware that if it bleeds, it does lead. I think of such things and I'm cautioned to ask since when has America ever been a village? Since when has America been anything more than a selfish competition of social philosophies? Personally, I have no affection for the Zion Cult or Ausie Child molestor; I tend to be cautious about well meaning interventins, All such fruit fall from the same tree of the Adam and his Eve. I remember how on her death-bed, as I cared for the Sainted Paternal Grandmother who sold me into sexual bondage decided to say: "The only person you ever cared for was the N.... Mr. Webb." I was never so angry in all my born days, so I calmly sat. I did to say: "If Mr. Webb was a N...., he never made the mention. I think he would have told me of such a horror come to pass. Are you finshed with your breakfast?" It's what the Henry would have said as he sat nest to me under the table and tought me how to spoon feed of my owned self. Henry played the upright so Grand. He taught me to play what was left over. Maluhia oi.; Aloha Nui Kau kou (Peace to you and yours. Ya' all come back no, ya' hea.)" Mo ichi nichi... (Someday I may tell you about the Jap,... Okinawan really, name of Tsutomo who was saved from Suicide Ridge in Okinawa, and became part of my Village. Someday I hope (my) Hillary might actually come to understand, "it does take a village," as long as it's not organized into another feudal faction. "Kiyote skite yo. (Take care.)" Tell the Hillary, I'm here in the pacific. My fingers are crossed. She sort of reminds me of a Haole (white woman,) name of Ms. Ivy. She talked a lot of crap, but I can still feel her hand on my shoulder. I forgave her for being white, American and "Voces e zonzo, Dona Ivy, mas amo-ti mais (You dizzy Ms. Ivy, but I love you very much.)" Someday I'll tell you about Downtown Molly Brown; she learned to speak the Portuguese to help me. She spoke very poor portuguese; when she wasn't being paid for. (Notice I didn't capitalize on her language but I did end the sentence with a prep-position.) That's the voice of the Molly laughing when she wasn't being Ivy from Connecticut. A village Ms., is a group of hopelessly flawed humans trying to do their best without the noterieity or personal gain, save... I don't know... I don't guess.

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These are 2 terrible cases...but, regrettably, Child Protective Services are usually so insanely over zealous! They take kids away so easily, and then dump them into a foster-care system that utterly destroys them...producing monsters that will wreak havoc on another generation. They let whack job Brittney keep her kids, but will "rescue" a child who doesn't want to attend church with his parents. Even pre-teen kids know that if they make-up a story about abuse, CPS will jump in with no proof or verification, and even get psuedo-psychologists to "plant" repressed memories. CPS has a "guilty until proven innocent" mentality. Let us pray these cases don't cause a huge pendulum swing to CPS being even more intrusive!!!