2010 Thoughts

The year in conclusion is one of many thoughts; as doors closed others were opened immediately afterward.

Relationships which ended resulted in an opening for a better love and joy to come into my life.

I lost a special friend; Leland Truhlar on March 22nd 2010. Memory of his efforts in life will never leave me. His willingness to give and assist others should be adopted and embraced by others; the world would indeed be for the better.

A special daughter was adopted into a love filled home; the possibilities of such love being extended to a family of birthright was stripped of them; unloved, ignored, and denied such possibility. Such a chapter is now concluded, and ending in positiveness.

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An ex wife was stripped of her parental rights while chained and handcuffed to a table; the possession of her physically was very apparent, the demon inside her was locked down in it's cage Debi's physical self as it twisted turned and churned inside her it screamed loudly in the court room; "He owes me! I should not be here! If he was paying his spousal support I would be free of all of this!"

To my extended family by marriage I will state this; I owe your daughter NOTHING! In capital letters I will in turn YELL it back. She stole thousands of dollars from me over 7 years of marriage and stuffed it up her nose while I was enslaved to General Dynamics and Northrop Grumman; two thankless entities that consumed my loyalties without a "thank you" uttered in return. Personal items such as a family created; table made by my grandfather, a coin collection of silver from the 1840's to 1964, and a Stamp collection worth over $15,000 simply walked away.

The home at 2240 Anthony Court was utterly destroyed from within; a kitchen was stripped of all; no longer functional, the heater exhaust was routed into the home and was on FULL BLAST filling the house with carbon Monoxide on the night of 1 May 1995 when I received it filled with 3 1/2 feet of trash, smelling of mice and dog piss, covered in graffiti from wall to wall throughout the home; the magic mushroom art in the main bedroom will never leave my memory. The soaked blood at the bottom of the stairs s surely representative of the accident which occurred to my daughter Juanita, and covered up by Helen Ballard, and Dr. Phillup Ballard; someone stitched the wound on Penelope's head.

Seeing Deborah Cherie Meazell in an orange jump suit in the El Paso County jail was not satisfaction for me. Such a moment will not restore the over $65,000 in damage to my home, nor will it make Penelope remember how to speak in sentences and become much aware. Debi suffers from a possession which has turned her into a prostitute and whore; she ruined her children and marital home. Debi's parents do not get to extend their anger at me for how she fell off the apple tree but they can compensate me for 7 years of raising their grand daughters, and the damage to my home; if not I will continue to paint a story the community of Colorado Springs, Colorado will enjoy hearing as a soap opera; as dirty laundry that lingers.

In closing; I am grateful to Kay Alonzo for taking care of my little one, for embracing "Penny" as her daughter and loved one.

Christmas 2010 Refections - Angels

It is "Angel's" and I'll relate my story about Angel's... 12 years ago I was a USAF Master Sergeant who believed I should reveal to my troop's where they will possibly end up one day... inside a VA hospital in the waning years and moments of their life. I wanted them to become more politically involved and aware of the ongoing turmoil within our VA system so I took them to the Denver VA Hospital for a first hand look.

I have always been willing to thank earlier veterans for their contributions to our nation; their sacrifice and patriotism is appreciated and there are many in our VA hospitals who are overlooked day in and day out after their contributions and I sought to have an impact within my circle of influence.

On that trip I walked through the front door; awaiting me was "Charlie" a retired Sergeant who was on his last legs of life with the drip bottle attached to him. He was a pitiful sight in his final moments, a stark contrast from what was his much mightier patriotic self years earlier. He spoke weakly and meekly to me in what was surely his most precious final moments of life. He said to me;"Sarge... come here, please. "

I could barely hear him.. the years of loud race cars, jet noise, M-16's, grenade launchers, and screaming kids had made me strain to hear him. I felt it was important... I knew it was important... He continued; "I am Charlie, a retired US Army Sergeant. Many years ago I stood on a battle field in Korea and I watched men be overwhelmed and slaughtered. I cried out to God on that moment. I screamed out "God help me!" on the battlefield. I was 22 years of age, and had watched my friends continue to die on all sides around me."

I was transfixed by this moment. Charlie continued; "An Angel came before me. The Angel was over 14 feet tall, and it was as I was... a very tall bright gleaming white man with wings, a shield, and a sword that shined. I fell to my knees, and praised God for answering me. I promised I would tell this story every day of my life to anyone who would hear of it, a moment that I experienced. I proclaim to you there is a God, and such Angel's do reside amongst us."

I was captured by this story... My nick name is "Charlie" (actually it is "Charlie D") and the few who know of this are dead and gone. The secret of such a nickname would be only known by God himself. The story that was revealed by the ailing US Army Sergeant was intended for me.

I testify his story is true. I believe him. I have known men to die for many things in life, and they have revealed their most private secrets to me in their final moments; but not one of them died for a lie.