Freedom Fighters for Familes

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Protecting Your Own

In any war, battle, struggle, you must always protect those close to you.  I have run into some disagreement from some people concerning my methods of fighting the CPS.  Their hearts and minds are in the right place, but let me give you some hard facts.  As you probably know I have been in a long protracted fight with the CPS. In this fight I have been forbidden to ever see my grandchildren again.  No crime, no charges, not even a suspicion. Just a blind hatred of the CPS concerning me because I make movies and point them out to be the animals they truly are.  During this fight my granddaughter, the famous “Puck,” was nearly killed by a CPS foster mother, one Cozetta Butler.  Cozetta sat at the very first “safety” meeting we ever had, and was very close friends (do I need to say more?) with Ms. Cassidy Dossett, CPS supervisor, Williamson County, Texas, and when it was all said and done, lo and behold Cozetta ended up with MY grandkids!  Wow!  I’m snake amazed. 

Now Puck had issues.  She would suddenly babble and walk into walls, cry, fall down, throw fits, or just sit there like a zombie.  My now ex wife got the idea one day, joined by my daughter in law, Jackie to take a blood sample.  My ex is a diabetic.  They took the kit, held Puck down, and drew blood.  She was banging a blood sugar of 400!  We reported this to the CPS and they didn’t agree, “at this time.” 

After much conspiracy the children were removed from our care, because we were “impeding the parent’s progress for reunification,”  and placed with, you got it, Cozetta Butler!  Again, we alerted Cassidy Dossett about Puck’s condition.  She ignored our warnings.  She ignored our warnings until Puck went into coma and was in the hospital three days near death.  We were not even told!  They simply waited for the child to die.  Problem solved!  When my ex finally got there she told the doctors what she knew, they did tests and discovered by Puck was a Type I diabetic.  She lived! 

We hit the CPS so hard on every front that they agreed that they would let my wife have the children IF she would divorce me, and if I would never be around the children ever again.  This comes because of one movie I made about these idiots called “Ruh Roh,” where I obtained ALL of their documents, and read them on YouTube!  Cozetta Butler was actually expanding her house with the money she was making in foster care off of MY grandchildren! 

Well, we did divorce.  The cheap bastards at the CPS wouldn’t even pay the filing fee, but with my babies safe (for now) I represented both sides of the divorce in district court and gave them what they wanted. A Catholic marriage of thirty years means nothing to the CPS.  Cozetta Butler actually called my ex and told her she needed to put the babies on her income tax that year, which was denied, and I understand that Cassidy Dossett left the CPS and someone told me they saw her as a greeter at J. C. Penny’s, though I have not confirmed that as of yet. I would love to locate her!

They “allowed” my ex to adopt the grandbabies. (That was mighty white of them!)  They retained the right to “drop in” at any time the check on the children’s “progress.”  Whenever I would make a movie, or write an article, or show my face in public “someone” would call the hotline and report something and brand new investigation would ensue. The last one was the Head Start called and said the little boy’s hair was not cut to CPS regulations!  For that charge all of the children had to be examined, including Puck getting a pelvic exam to make sure she wasn’t having sex.  She is FIVE, people!  With all of this I simply moved to California for eight months, more exact, to the Mojave desert.  I put the “location”  app on my FaceBook so that everything I said, or uploaded was identified by location.  Sometimes my location was even Mexico.  The CPS never dreamed that at my age of sixty I could really take off in the desert like that and disappear.  Apparently there are no men or grandfathers in the CPS! 

The CPS’s assault on my family withdrew to a dull roar, and when I deemed that the babies were safe I eased by into Texas at an undisclosed location to pick up my life and writing.  My family lives in a state of constant siege.  The CPS regularly makes attacks, the last time actually cutting off the children’s food and designating a new “foster” home for them for HAIRCUTS!  

This is who they truly are people!  This is how they really work.  But I had to make a decision.  Do I continue to take a very public stance, and literally endanger the very lives of my five grandchildren, or do I fight another way?  What would you do? Now, a little background is needed here.  My family is very deeply involved with our struggle with the Middle East.  My oldest son is a Master Chief Petty officer in the Navy with seven tours in the Persian Gulf.  My next eldest is an anti terrorist currently working in the mountains of Afghanistan.  We have welcomed many of our nation’s enemies to the infernal regions.  We are versed in black ops, and covert methods.  We can get information when we need it, trust me. At no time during the foster care of my grandchildren did I not know where they were except when Puck was spirited away because of coma, and we were alerted when she didn’t show for one of my ex’s “visitations.”

Have I quit?  HELL NO!  I will fight these people until I smoke a cigar over every one of their graves!  I will hound them to hell, and I will build a better, safer Texas for our children and grandchildren.  But I have to be careful.  They will kill my grandchildren given very little provocation.  I know this.  I am not Amy Charron beaten down, I have seen these monsters for what they really are! So, even though you may not see me very publicly every day never doubt that I am still here.  I’ve been called, “The Outlaw, Josey Wales” by the people around me, and that’s just about right.  I’m mad, mad dog mad, and I will fight the CPS until one of us is no longer around.  They have created the most terrible enemy they have ever known. 

God bless each and every one of you, and fight the CPS!  The children you save may be your own!