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Should I report my son-in-law’s uncontrolled addiction to authorities?

  • Posted on April 29, 2011 at 11:20 am

He is addicted to meth and gets really crazy. He has ADHD too. He has guns. He’s had trouble with the law many times. I am worried about my two little grandchildren. My daughter keeps hoping he will just get better. She focuses more on him than the kids. We know he won’t get better any time soon. Should I make a report to a family services agency? The children have shown signs of abuse. CPS has already visited them. Would they do anything with this additional information, and would my daughter have the children taken away? I can’t just watch and wait while this damage is being done. What else can grandparents do?

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Can I report suspected child abuse/endangerment in Ohio and remain annonymous?

  • Posted on February 14, 2011 at 1:22 am

I live next door to a 43 year old lady and her 50+ boyfriend, who are raising her grandkids because her daughter passed away 2 years ago from a drug overdose. I believe she is raising these kids for the welfare money. Both she and her b/f are constantly drunk with these kids in their care. I have seen them load the kids into their van and drive off when they have been drinking. I also suspect there is drug activity going on at the house. There are a lot of different cars that pull in the driveway all hours of the night and only stay a few minutes. These people also have big pool parties and I have seen adult women strip off their clothes out in the open in front of these kids and either jump in the pool or change into swimsuits. She also cusses these kids out constantly, using words that I would not use on my dog when he gets into trouble. I would like to help these kids, but I live too close for any conflicts. Can I remain annonymous? What can I legally do and stay safe?

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ok is this how I will get away with the report card?

  • Posted on October 21, 2010 at 1:25 am

Dear Mom,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m telling you that I have eloped with my new boyfriend who just turned 35 years old. I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his piercings and tattoos and his big motorcycle. But it’s not only that, Mom, I’m pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy in his trailer in the woods. He wants to have many more children with me and that’s one of my dreams. xI’ve learned that marihuana doesn’t hurt anyone and we’ll be growing it for us and his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasy we may want. In the meantime, we’ll pray for science to find the AIDS cure so Ahmed can get better; he deserves it. Since he currently doesn’t have a job, he spends all of his time with me. Don’t worry, Mom, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some day I’ll visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your daughter

P.S. Mom, it’s not true. I’m at the neighbor’s house. I just wanted to show you that there are worse things in life than the report card that’s in my desk drawer.

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Who do you report a doctor to that prescribes drugs to an addict when asked not to?

  • Posted on October 15, 2010 at 7:22 pm

My friends daughter is a drug addict and is prescribed 150 Zanax and 120 perks each month. Only she takes them all in the first week with her boyfriend. Last night the boyfriend almost die (actually he did die they brought him back twice). Her parents have asked the doctors office time and time again not to prescribe her these prescriptions because she is a drug addict but he has ignore their request and has refused to schedule an appointment with the parents. There seems to be no help for a situation like this in Pennsylvania.

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I have to read a historical fiction book and do a report on it does anybody know of one that is very good?

  • Posted on September 18, 2010 at 4:23 pm

Has anybody read a historical fiction that was very interesting and kept them wanting to read Here are some choices my teacher gave and i need a few good ones, THANKS!

Historical Fiction
All Quiet on the Western Front Erich Maria Remarque World War I
The First Man in Rome Colleen McCullough Ancient Rome
The Ten Thousand Michael Curtis Ford Ancient Greece
The Things They CarriedTim O’Brien Vietnam War
The Virtues of War Steven Pressfield Alexander the Great
The Count of Monte CristoAlexandre Dumaspost-revolutionary France
The Bonesetter’s DaughterAmy TanChina, early 20th c.
Darkness at NoonArthur KoestlerUSSR
ExodusLeon UrisIsrael
The HajLeon UrisMiddle East conflict
Like Water for ChocolateLaura EsquivelMexico, 19th c.
Memoirs of a GeishaArthur GoldenJapan, 20th c.
Nectar in a SeiveKamala MarkandayaIndia, 20th c.
The Poisonwood BibleBarbara KingsolverAfrica, 20th c.
QB VIILeon Urispost-World War II
Mila 18Leon UrisNazi / Holocaust
Sacred HungerBarry Unsworthslave trade
The Samurai’s GardenGail TsukiyamaChina/Japan, WWII
Women of the SilkGail TsukiyamaJapan, early 20th c.
Weep Not, ChildNgugi wa Thiong’oKenya – Mau Mau War
To Swim Across the World: A NovelFrances ParkKorea, 1940s
The Good EarthPearl BuckChina, 19th c.
The Agony and the EcstasyIrving StoneMichelangelo
ShogunJames ClavellJapan
Don Quixote, La ManchaMiguel Cervanteschivalry/ Spain
Anna KareninaLeo Tolstoypre-revolutionary Russia
Crime and PunishmentFyodor Dostoevskypre-revolutionary Russia
Cry, the Beloved CountryAlan PatonSouth Africa, apartheid
Darkness at NoonArthur KoestlerUSSR/ 1920s
Dr. ZhivagoBoris PasternakRussian Revolution
FriedrichHans Peter RichterJews in Germany, 20th c.
Les MiserablesVictor HugoParis, social system injustices
Madame BovaryGustave FlaubertFrance, 19th c./ women’s roles
No Longer At EaseChinua AchebeNigeria, 1950s
So Far From the Bamboo GroveYoko Kawashima WatkinsJapan, Korea, WWII
The Red TentAnita Diamantancient Israel
The Walking DrumLouis L’Amour12th c. Europe, Asia
Year of Impossible GoodbyesSook Nyui ChoiKorea, WWII
A Fine BalanceRohinton MistryIndia
Almost a RevolutionTong shenChina
CaravansJames MichenerAfghanistan
Clear Light of DayAnita DesaiIndia
For Whom the Bell TollsErnest HemingwaySpain
From the Land of Green GhostsPascal Koo ThweBurma
Girl With a Pearl EarringTracy ChevalierRenaissance Europe
HiroshimaJohn HerseyJapan
Little Drummer GirlJohn Le CarreMiddle East
LongitudeDava SobelAge of Exploration
Galileo’s DaughterDava SobelScientific Revolution
One Day in the Life of Ivan DenisovitchAlexander SolzhenitsynUSSR
PeonyPearl BuckChina
Rumor of WarPhilip CaputoVietnam War
Sacred WillowDung van Mai ElliottVietnam War
The White NileAlan MooreheadAfrica, 19th c.
Winds of WarHerman WoukWorld War II
Pillars of the EarthKen Follettmiddle ages
World Without EndKen Follettmiddle ages
The Hunt for Red OctoberTom Clancythe Cold War
Alias GraceMargaret Atwood19th c. Canada/psychology
Eaters of the DeadMichael CrichtonVikings
The Kite RunnerKhaled HosseiniAfghanistan/Taliban
A Thousand Splendid SunsKhaled HosseiniAfghanistan/Taliban/women
Deadly TruthA. Heller, Z.HellerSouth Africa/apartheid
A Man of the PeopleChinua Achebepost-colonial Africa
No Longer At EaseChinua AchebeAfrica

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Should I report these actions to achild protective agency or not?

  • Posted on September 9, 2010 at 4:32 pm

I know this 25-year-old man who has a daughter who is nearly three years old. He and his ex-girlfriend share custody of the little girl. She has custody of the girl from Sunday (6 p.m.) to Friday (6 p.m.). He has custody the remaining days. He always complains that she is bipolar, unable to take care of his daugher properly because she has several guys over. I really cannot say if this is true or not because I do not know her personally. I also cannot count on his testimony because he is bad father in my opinion. First of all, he is alcoholic whom drinks several times of the week (including in the presence of his daughter). Some weekends he stays with his daughter and other weekends he drops her off with family or friends so he can go out and party. He lives in an apartment he shares with a couple, and his room is trashed (clothes everywhere) and his daughter sleeps with him (she has no seperate bed). She has confided in me that he hits her with a hanger and even once said something about “daddy in bed” but I could hardly understand her. I don’t want to jump to conclusion but I cannot help to think that his alcoholism could possibly cause him to do something terrible to his daughter. Should I report him or not? Is this neglect (even if it is some weekends)? Or am I just overreacting?

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ex-husband is now selling ecstasy. should i report him?

  • Posted on August 6, 2010 at 7:22 pm

i was married from 1993-2002 to a man who has never paid child support, abandoned his 3 children and from whom i revoked parental rights 5 years ago (i don’t even think he knows about that). we haven’t seen or heard from him in 7 years. i recently discovered that he is back in my city (alive, well and dealing ecstasy)…he never did drugs while i was married to him, so that’s a little surprising, though he is a known con man and white collar thief. i obtained his cell phone number (unbeknownst to him). should i turn him in to the police for selling ecstasy? would they even prosecute it AND would i have to be involved in any way in his prosecution? he’s a scary individual. what should i do (if anything)? he hasn’t found us or contacted us, though he appeared at my adult daughter’s house a couple of weeks ago, asking for the zip code and was trying to rent the house across the street from her…she turned her head and pretended not to recognize him.
i have NO anger towards him. i’m simply dealing with an ethical dilemma in terms of the knowledge that i’ve been given. i would NOT want him to know that i was the one that reported him, but i WOULD like to see him off the streets so that he cannot bother us or the young people he sells to.

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How do I report a mother giving drugs and alcohol to minors?

  • Posted on July 25, 2010 at 2:01 pm

The mother of a girl I used to be friends with gets alcohol and drugs for her daughter constantly, plus sells her prescription Oxycontin pills and bottles of alcohol to young high school kids. There is always marijuana in the house. Do I call in the police or somehow get evidence? There’s pictures on her daughter’s MySpace of drug and alcohol consumption, but would that help? What can I do?

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Election Night 2004: The Liberal Report a Year Later

  • Posted on January 25, 2010 at 4:10 pm

As I jetted the streets of Chicago in a perverse attempt to find a liquor store that still carried Mad Dog 20/20, I reflected on how odd timing could be.  Not thirty minutes ago I was a doctoral student sitting in lecture at a prestigious, private university and now I was actively seeking a substance whose sole purpose was the destruction of the brain I was just developing.  Truthfully, this was the first time I was ever looking to buy some Mad Dog; though I do remember it floating around throughout my college years.  So, when I jumped in my car I never thought that this search would be so difficult; I just assumed I could get it anywhere.  But, as I continued to swerve my little Saturn from liquor store to liquor store, I kept receiving the same twisted dirty look from the staff when I asked where they kept their Mad Dog. 

After about an hour of scouring the city streets I hit pay dirt.  The clerk had to go all the way to the back of the store, move some boxes out of the way and dig out my prize.  When I went to the register the second clerk asked to see my I.D.  As I reached for my wallet the first interjected quickly and said, “Now, we don’t need to see his I.D.  I trust him.”  With that he shot me a sly wink and bagged up my three bottles.  He must have thought he was doing some underage kid a favor.  I wanted to scream that I was really over 21 (by quite a many years) and decree the real reason I was purchasing this vile liquor.  But I hesitated and thought, maybe it just makes more sense to him that a youngin’ was buying such an inexpensive, atrocious alcohol.  After all, what respectable doctoral student would?

At this point you may think this article to be about the trappings of a young alcoholic.  Now, while working toward a Ph.D. may drive me into the bottle, I’m not quite there just yet.  In all actuality, I was preparing for a party I hosted on November 2, 2004.  The invitation read as follows:

All people and political parties are welcome to Election Night 2004!!! But, there is an agenda for the evening.  If:
1. John Kerry wins, I will have champagne for all.
2. If Dubya wins, everyone will be required to drink 1 glass of Mad Dog 20/20.
3. If Nader wins, I will personally buy an all-inclusive round-trip package to Hawaii for everyone who comes to the party.
4. If, somehow, the Democrats win the election but the Republicans steal it AGAIN then we all will pile into our cars and make a break for Canada!
Hope you can make it!!!

As I’m sure you can assume, the champagne was decidedly easier and much more expensive to obtain for the festivities.  Also, I didn’t exactly have American Airlines on hold with 20 round trip tickets to Hawaii in anticipation of the greatest political upset in the last 100 years. 

As a reluctant Democrat, I spent the weeks preceding the election debating with my academic colleagues about who was going to win.  With all the higher education Republicans being called into an undisclosed F.B.I. conservative protection program, these discussions were largely one-sided.  The tenor is best characterized as having a measured optimism.  Kerry was obviously intelligent; the fact that he “flip-flopped” on issues only proved he could in fact change his mind if given new evidence.  And, of course, how could the character of a decorated Vietnam veteran ever be tarnished? 

These discussions also provided ample opportunity for Bush-Bashing; I admit that I participated in these sessions with zeal!  Now, our President Bush has never been seen as a flip-flopper.  You either clearly knew his stance on an issue or you clearly knew he had no intention of taking any stance at all.  I think Chris Rock summed it up best:

Reporter:          Mr. President, What about the economy?  When’s it going to pick up?

Bush:                Well, you never know.  We’re talking to people. And economic indicators are indicating that indications are coming to the indicators. You know what I’m saying?  Alright.

Reporter:          Mr. President, what about gay marriage?

Bush:                F— them faggots!

November 2, 2004 finally rolled around.  I was incredibly thankful that my near round the clock vigil of all the major media outlets would soon end; I hadn’t watched this much news coverage since the days following 9/11.  At any rate, I ducked out of work, drove to my polling station and cast my ballot.  Even up until the second I punched out my chad I was conflicted, but ultimately chose to follow my mind rather than my heart.   I make this distinction because if I had voted for who my heart wanted, Nader would have been a single vote greater in Illinois.  But, I bought into the hype that this election was just too important.  As I said before, I am a reluctant Democrat.

The party that evening went well on its way and we watched the events unfold.  Of course nothing surprising initially happened; states were falling where we all new they would.  The northeast lit up blue, the south burned red.  Like clockwork, within 5 seconds of the polls closing in Illinois it was awarded to the Democrats.  I always take it as a matter of pride that my home state is the first blue beacon out to the west. 

My partygoers continued to munch through all the hors d’oeuvres and make small talk since it would be at least a couple hours wait until we started receiving a few of the “toss-up” state election results.  And then it came – Kerry was projected to win Pennsylvania.  Not wanting to fall prey to another Florida fiasco, we quickly checked out all the news outlets for confirmation.  All except Fox News (surprise, surprise) had the same wonderful blue color enveloping Pennsylvania; at that point a Kerry win felt much more tangible.  The South cards all fell for Bush, as expected.  Our numbers looked horrible, but we knew we could add on California’s 55 electoral votes to put us at ease.  Until this point in the evening I was guarded in my optimism, but now I started to allow myself to believe.  Maybe we wouldn’t have four more years of Bush. 

The night rolled on and Florida fell as I expected but along came Michigan, Wisconsin and Minnesota in the win column for us.  My eyes began to bore holes into Ohio on the TV map.  I don’t think I moved from my position for sometime as I sat hoping for an answer.

I have never claimed to be a mathematician at any point in my life.  Truth be told, in my first-year of college I was required to take a no-credit, remedial Algebra course.  Nonetheless, on election night I found myself doing incredible calculations effortlessly in my head as I watched the returns come in from Ohio.  It was still too close to call but Kerry was trailing.  None of that mattered, each time I calculated the number of votes we needed I rationalized ways we were going to get them.  After all, Democrats are lazy aren’t they?  I had bet they were lounging around their houses all day, continually putting off going to the polls.  I just knew they were watching T.V. like I was and suddenly realized “Oh damn!  Look at those poll numbers.  We had better go vote!” 

Plus, we were heavily relying on the college vote.  Having worked in colleges for many years now I’ve seen first hand just how adept students are at procrastinating.  They probably were piling out of their residence halls right now and slowly trampsing over to the polls.  Yeah, that must be it.  I pinned my hopes of the election on the fact that lazy Democrats and procrastinating college students from Ohio were going to save the day. 

With fear starting to creep in, some of my companions began speculating about what four more years of Bush really meant.  The realization that we were going to lose continued to seep its way more and more into our psyche.  Needless to say, neither the champagne nor Mad Dog was drunk that evening.  And, my smart-aleck friend who brought with him a packed bag in hopes of a free Hawaiian vacation somberly went home.  The night ended on the familiar note of a build up minus a pay off reminiscent of 2000.  I struggled to stay awake into the night, but eventually fell asleep in my living room with the TV on.

Let me pause for one quick side bar.  If elections are going to keep ending like a Hollywood cliffhanger, can we all decide to move them to Friday?  On the Wednesdays following these sleepless nights I get absolutely nothing done between the frequent dosing off and even more frequent refreshing of every media outlet I have opened up on my desktop.  Days like this I am addicted to these websites even though I can get a better idea about what will be on next week’s “24″ than I can about an election that already happened!

The early morning hours came without any news.  I turned on the coffee pot, no news.  I toasted my bagel, no news.  I showered while occasionally craning my neck out of the bathroom to see the TV, no news.  I was starting to get irritated.

Then came the Kerry concession speech; I knew it was coming, but just didn’t want to believe it.  I wish I could say that he left me with some solace or hope in the future.  I wish I felt united behind President Bush as the justified winner.  But honestly, I cannot remember one word the man said during this speech.  All I remember is thinking that maybe it was a good thing he didn’t get elected.  I mean, for God’s sake, no President of the United States should ever be seen wearing a tie resembling something donated by the makers of Pepto-Bismol!  Come on, you have to agree with me there! 

Of course, this was just my humor consoling the incredible loss I felt in this moment.  How could my calculations have been so off?  Did the unreliable college students of Ohio sell our collective souls down the river because of a good drink special on campus?  The parade of Bush parties all over the nation began to spring up and glow on my television screen.  Bush was then able to give the triumphant reelection speech his father never could.  As Bush supporters throughout the country were chanting enthusiastically “Four More Years” I sat down, put my head in my hands and muttered in a barely recognizable, guttural, pained effort of speech, “four…more…years.”

This article is not about what happened to the Democrats in losing this election.  I merely tell my story of the election to one, set the stage for what we see in liberal America today and two, as a method of cathartic release for the emotions I still have bottled up.  Looking back a year later, I can’t bring myself to hold Kerry solely responsible for this loss even though it seemed like a proverbial slam-dunk.  What concerns me more is the attitude and rhetoric my fellow liberals have employed in the months since November.  A year later I stand aghast at the senseless ramblings of individuals I thought to be patriots of this country.  I believe in many of their virtues and ideals and thought I was standing shoulder to shoulder with them in a fight for what we believed in. 

Unfortunately, many of my liberal co-patriots have gone off the bitter deep end.  It is sad to witness the disgust, bordering on hate, many have expressed for those who dared cast their ballots for Bush.  I even heard remarks after the Hurricane Katrina catastrophe that “those people down South” should blame themselves for President Bush’s slow response in their time of need.  After all, they are the ones who voted for him.  I find such a sentiment revolting.  These are the people we hope to serve and yet we have shown so little respect for them in the wake of this election.  If they do not “get” that we can serve them better than the Republican right, who’s fault is that?

In my junior year in high school, my entire class was unexpectedly called down to our large auditorium.   Not knowing why we were being beckoned, we hastened downstairs knowing the reason could not be good news.  A month or so prior we had all taken the Pre-ACT and evidentially our results had just been received. 

My high school was supposed to be a rigorous college prep program and our combined Math scores were far below the national average.  This is of course a foreshadowing to the future problems I would have in college requiring remedial coursework.  In any case, the school administration had called us down to one, inform us of this fact and two, berate us for so horribly embarrassing the school by our poor performance.  The principal spoke at us.  The dean of students spoke at us.  After about 10-15 more minutes of our own teachers criticizing our work ethic and performance to date I shot my hand into the air.  I just couldn’t take it anymore. 

When I was finally called on I could actually hear the hundreds of heads sweep back in my direction to see what I dared to say.  While what I said next was most definitely rooted in a rebellious, adolescent, smart-aleck rebuke to the administration, it was nonetheless a moment of truth and relatable to our current political situation.  I said, “Now, if I do poorly on a test, then that is my fault.  But, if ALL 400 of us do poorly on a nationally administered test, isn’t that YOUR fault?” as I pointed my finger in the direction of the faculty. 

As I am sure you can imagine, I got into an incredible amount of trouble for my outburst; but that does not mean that I was wrong!  If Red-Staters who have lost their jobs, are having their daughters and sons die in the Middle East and are suffering through a horrendous federal response to a natural disaster are still voting for the man and political party responsible for their plight, how can we place blame for the election at their doorstep?  We evidentially did an outright horrible job at teaching and explaining how we want to work on behalf of these honest, hard-working people occupying the land between Los Angeles and New York City.  We did not show them how we have their true interest at heart and not just interests of the richest 1%.  It isn’t their fault and there is nothing fundamentally wrong with them.  The problem lies within our nation of real-life, working liberals.

I absolutely refuse to align myself with rhetoric of dejection, mistrust, and constant bemoaning of how we have been cheated.  I have some news for all my fellow liberals out there…WE WEREN’T CHEATED!  But, even if we were cheated, we cheated ourselves.  I can’t believe that some of the most highly educated and respectable people in our nation are such incredibly sore losers.  We aren’t on the playground anymore folks and there will be another day for another election.  I have no confidence in President Bush either, but I do have confidence in us as a people.  Besides, if Kerry was elected, we have to be honest, we were only hoping for a slightly less screwed up world than we already have.  A messiah sent to heal the wounds in our country he was not.

We liberals here on the ground floor, living real lives, will not have success just happen to us.  We have to create our own fortune.  The Democrats may be the best we have and, unfortunately for us, the only thing they have successfully created is an ocean of failure.  Just take a quick look at the results for the past 10 elections:

                        1968 – Richard M. Nixon (R)

                        1972 – Richard M. Nixon/Gerald R. Ford (R)

                        1976 – James E. Carter (D)

                        1980 – Ronald W. Reagan (R)

                        1984 – Ronald W. Reagan (R)

                        1988 – George H. W. Bush (R)

                        1992 – William J. Clinton (D)

                        1996 – William J. Clinton (D)

                        2000 – George W. Bush (R)

                        2004 – George W. Bush (R)

Are you able to see the problem?  We have elected 2 Democrats to our nations highest office in the past 36 years and one of those was JIMMY CARTER!  There are problems that pre-date the “Dubya” era of our history.  We have to take a critical look into how this history and the Democratic Party has affected the nation of liberals of which I am proud to be a part.  Proud yes, but not satisfied.  We can be better than we have shown ourselves to be this past year.

One, we are not going to win allies by calling people stupid.  It is just that simple.  Liberals are quick to chastise President Bush for pushing around the world like he is Clint Eastwood in some Western.  He is not well liked around the world because he is a bully and thinks he knows what is right; let’s not make the same mistake.  Let’s not assume we naturally know what a family living in Stillwater, Oklahoma wants or needs.  We may share in a collective American culture, but our individual experiences are far removed from one another.

Two, we are not going to win allies by looking down our noses at people.  Do you remember the stuck up professors you had in college who thought they were God’s gift to the world?  Did you like them?  Of course not!  Pretentious academics end their life in the solitude believing that they were always better than everyone else.  Notice closely that I said their story ends in solitude.  An important point here is that solitude doesn’t carry much voting power.

Three, we are not going to win allies by telling people how easy it would be to improve their situation.  First off, I have rarely met a person whose situation was easy to begin with.  Everyone has a story about the hardest thing they have ever had to deal with in their lives.  To them it was difficult and, even if another’s experience was different, no one has the right to pass a value judgment.  Everyone’s story deserves respect.

Many Red-Staters like their “situation” and don’t need people filling their head with the idea that there is something wrong with them.  We have fought and are still fighting hard battles for equal opportunity.  This means all people have the equal opportunity to lead any kind of life they want.  I too get annoyed when NASCAR clogs up my nightly ESPN time, but being a fan of NASCAR does not infer that you also possess a lower I.Q.  Again, I say we have constantly fought for the choice.  Why would we begrudge anyone that? 

We should learn from and show respect to the Republican Party and Red-Staters.  They are ardent Americans and a large section of the population we hope to serve.  Furthermore, when the Republicans took a presidential back seat in the 1990s, never once did I hear that they wanted to flee to Canada as I heard loudly exclaimed from many liberals this past year.  I point the finger right back myself in this instance in reference to my Election Night invitation.  How more un-American and juvenile can a person sound by saying that since I didn’t get my way I’m taking my ball and going home.  If the Left is going to flee the country because the current King of the Right is still in office, I have to respect Republicans even more for deciding to continue the fight and not just BLOW town when Clinton held the same JOB.  Remember, the Right was exactly too ecstatic when we had our president in the 90s. 

Special Note: For those of you who want to move to Canada over election results my first instinctual response is to help you pack.  We don’t need you here; you’re nothing but a pessimistic weight holding us down.  But, if you really are willing to move over this, then could you at least take one for the team and move to Ohio?  We need some more blue voters there.

The point is that I have not seen my peers leading with respect this past year and I call upon them to do so.  I don’t care about the politicians; they are going to do what they are going to do.  I say again that I am talking to the real world, working liberals where the true charge for change falls.  We are better than this and only by being better are we going to reclaim positions of power in politics.  It is 3 more years until the next election and I am guessing it is at least 8-12 more years before Barrack Obama can run.  We need answers and leaders today.  Get your game face on liberals!

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How do I report a bar that is serving underage kids with fake IDs and an adult who is driving while drinking

  • Posted on January 4, 2010 at 4:09 am

Mother & daughter are drinking & driving together. IMother is aware of daughters fake ID. Local bars(3 at least )are serving them on a regular basis.

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