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!  

Time is Children's Lives!

Something has come to my attention in the last three days that disturbs, and angers me. Now, I don’t name names, or use my words lightly, but the person, or persons responsible for these actions know who they are. First off I’d like to remind everyone that we are at war.  Jim sent me facts and figures a few weeks ago that he requested I use in an article and the number of dead babies was unbelievable. Texas CPS is killing children as we speak.  Children are dying right now even as I write this.  This is unacceptable.  Any reasoning or explaining away something like that is crazy. 

Citing the above statement you can readily understand that we must keep together as a group.  Infighting, squabbling, hacking, lying, or anything other than complete focus on the task at hand is not acceptable.  There are two major events coming up, one in Houston that I hope to attend, and another that is world wide. The people have had enough!  This nation, indeed the world, is about to rise in revolution and route the vermin that have turned our precious children into a cash crop for pedophiles. 

Now, without naming names, or threatening I say this: if you discover someone trying to destroy someone’s efforts, either here, or other sites, or publicly, shun them!  I don’t care how bad their case is, I don’t care how much they “reason,” walk away from them, and wipe the dust from your feet.  Every distraction to our cause will cost time, and time, my friends is children’s lives! 

Now, I’ve said time, and time again that I’d just a simple ol’ boy from Austin, and I am.  I believe firmly in the cowboy way.  I don’t believe in mental illness, I don’t believe in people blaming their parents for their actions, I believe when someone gets too far out of line you slap ‘em!  If they don’t straighten up then you just didn’t slap ‘em hard enough!  I will not waste my time fighting people who want to gossip, or argue while the children of Texas are being kidnapped, raped, and murdered. 

There are particular people I am addressing, and you know who you are.  My suggestion is that you re-evaluate your motives and realize that each time you slow the wheels of our revolution you kill another child. 

In The Trenches

Sometimes, when you're “in the trenches” the fight for our children, grandchildren, and constitution seems to be going nowhere. We've all had it. You get up for that first cup of coffee and check Facebook, YouTube, your email, and it seems as if nobody really cares. I've been there, we all have, but let me tell you something. No revolution, and this is a revolution, folks, starts like a hit record. Revolutions start like a forest fire, with a single match. One person pointing out something, and slowly, but surely, the fire grows.

I did an edit last night, of Bill Bowen's “Innocence Destroyed,” which you can view at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTUoFPlR68E, and learned that he was in fact passed on. It gave me pause to think. Why? What was it all for? This man found thousands of cases where children had been killed, made a beautiful documentary and before he could complete the work he died. Well, some people come into this world and take, and some people come and contribute. God does not judge time, he judges hearts. I put up a video yesterday, one of my daughter in law, Jackie, which you can also see at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5jgnoR24Xg, and the inspiration for that film was Jackie's resolve. Jackie didn't “lose” her fight with the CPS. She compared her situation to the men at the Alamo. She knew the CPS was going to run over her like a steam roller, so she situated herself, and fixed a deal that saved her five children with family even if she were not involved, and could quite possibly never see her babies again. She contributed! Bill, contributed. Jim Black contributes.

Most people do not know that the role of the CPS changed some time ago. They, like a lot of us, believe it to be an organization charged with the protection of our most valued asset, our children. And in the thousands, and thousands of cases they have, believe it or not, it is understandable that some children may be hurt, or even die. What is not understandable is the numbers, and the willing cooperation of CPS with known pedophiles, criminals, and bounty hunters intent on monetary or sexual gratification at the cost of our kids!

And people like me, Jim, Amy Charron, Bill Bowen, and countless others scream at the top of our lungs for the nation to just LOOK! See what they do! And it seems to get nowhere. Well, that's because the CPS has a huge public relations campaign. “It's all about the children,” “Reason to believe,” “At this tiiiiiime,” and the nice CPS lady who comes to get togethers, and luncheons and wrings liberal's hearts out with stories about children being wrenched from the arms of crackheads. The constant pressure puts the lie to all of this. Simple fact, if one little girl is raped and murdered by a CPS Case Worker that's one too many! Just one. We have thousands.

The US is considering, as other countries are, getting involved in Syria. The situation is awful there. Innocent people are being killed, raped, kidnapped by an outlaw regime. Well, what the hell do you think we have right HERE? And they are doing it to children. And that's not all. Governor Perry was considering signing a law that virtually suspends the 4^th Amendment! Why, we don't need the constitution, it's, “All about the children!” You can see that video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xbyL5xy_uk

How stupid should we be? When do we wake up? Well, a lot of us have woke up. But the size, financing, and out right lust of the CPS makes it formidable. Do not lose heart. Little by little the walls are crumbling down. One by one case workers, and judges are being held accountable for their actions. A Bill Bowen falls, and a Bill Windsor rises from the ashes. If you've never heard of him just to to http://www.facebook.com/lawlessamerica.

Don't give up. Never give up. Don't back down. One day the CPS will be a memory, one that no one believes. Our children will be safe. Great mistakes were made in the 90's. We will correct them. We have to. Bill Bowen, Jackie, and a host of others have paved the way and are watching us.

The Fallen

The Fallen

I have written these two words before. The fallen. There are those of us who have lost everything. Amy Charron, Jackie, myself, and now Michael of Luke's Army. We are those whom the CPS has taken everything from. We are the ones who have nothing left to lose. And the wounds are profound. Amy curls up in a bed and waits for death, Jackie disappears, Michael waits for his “hail of bullets,” and I, well I just push forward. There were recent threads on Luke's Army that caused me to pull away, but I did not pull away because of any lack of willingness to fight. No, I did so because I witnessed statements by people that I deemed as doing no good for our cause. And I know that Michael is one of the fallen. I will never stop fighting CPS. I will not rest until I cram ashes in their mouths. Until they sit alone and claw their eyes in misery because they have lost everything. But, when I am done, it will not bring Lukey back, it will not heal Amy, it will not bring Jackie home and it will not ever still the absolute rage, hate, and venom that I feel for the animals who have kidnapped, raped and killed our children! I will piss on their graves! So don't think I have given up, gone away, or been beaten. You gotta get mad, mad dog mad, and you gotta fight with all you have. One child. What is one child worth. Are they bargaining chips? One little eight year old girl with some CPS animal fondling her body, what's it worth? This is what I fight for. This is what drives me on. Those of you, reading this, who have never seen what we have seen, look at your children. They are the property of the state under the system we work with now. They are not your children, they belong to the CPS, who will pick them up and use them at their discretion. This is the grim reality we live with every day, and if you don't listen, if you don't understand, then one day you too, will become one of the fallen.

General Sam and the Oak Tree

I have began a focus campaign in my writing in an effort to consolidate and distribute more evenly. This is no way is an indication that I am putting down my fight against CPS. On the contrary. Jim Black had me begin to post on two blogs he has going a couple of weeks ago and I began to understand that I was not “in the trenches” any more as so many of us are, fighting day after day for the pure safety of our children and grandchildren. I began to define my role as a rally point, a revolutionary, if you will. Jim is much more versed than I am in the legal ins and outs of the Child Protection System. He answers the day to day issues that arise case by case. I, on the other hand, tend to attack the system as a whole, my ultimate goal is total revolution, and the destruction of the entire CPS system as we know it today.

Now, let's let sanity prevail here. In the end game I am not going to achieve all of my goals. I know that. But in any battle for decency there has to be someone like me, someone who is so far right that there is no doubt to where he stands. I stand in my corner, snarling and snapping, and the CPS used to look at me as so far “out there” that they had nothing to fear. Well, with case workers now going to jail, and judges beginning to understand that they, too, may be held accountable for their actions the tide is beginning to turn.

In the Texas Revolution at the battle of San Jacinto Santa Anna was captured trying to pretend to be a private. He was brought before General Sam Houston, who lay wounded beneath an oak tree. Little known historical tidbit is that in order to identify Santa Anna they pulled his pants off because it was widely known he had monogrammed silk undies. So there stood Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna in his BVD's, before General Sam and a bunch of fairly irritated Texicans who were all for stringing him up in the very tree General Sam was resting under. Houston shouted down the crowd and told them, “You would go for revenge, I want Texas!”

Well, Jim is General Sam, and I'm the leader of the crowd. In the final analysis he will be one of the men who will reconstruct the CPS, and his one of his strengths will be people like me and my followers standing there so he can point at us and ask the CPS, “How do you like them apples? We change this or I'm gonna turn them lose and see how that works out for you!”

The CPS sits in its ivory tower and looms over families in Texas like a bunch of vultures. The feel safe. They feel secure. They are arrogant. It is my job to make them see their own mortality. Nothing makes a tyrant more agreeable than knowing that their ass is on the line now. When the people have had enough they will rise up it can be terrible, and folks, the people will rise up in this fight of ours. I discuss with some very unsavory groups of people who I can't possibly get in the same room, but the one common denominator is a complete disdain for the CPS! No decent man or woman can have anything to do with them without a bad taste in their mouths.

Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

But, I have not gone anywhere. I'm still here, and I'm angrier than I've ever been and I'm not going to rest until Jim tells me, “Wilbur, we won.” Maybe on that day I'll be able to see my grandchildren again. Maybe Amy's little girl will get a horsey and maybe, finally, the children of Texas will be safe.

It's a Dog's World

It’s a Dog’s World

            Before I venture into this article I would like to make clear that I love animals, particularly cats.  My best friend during my struggle with the CPS was a huge Tomcat I called “Gay Maurice.”  Don’t ask. He dominated the “hood” and slept on his own pillow in my bed. He met his match when he took on a Bobcat and I miss him greatly.

            That having been said, I have been made aware of a situation that is beyond comprehension, and certainly beyond common sense.  It seems there was this animal shelter, Spindletop to be precise, which was charged to care for certain dogs.  Well it seems that the caretakers of said refuge didn’t come up to the full measure of the duties they were charged with and said dogs ended up being abused.

            Enter the Montgomery County Animal Control people who whisked in there and rescued the animals, put up a website, and over 1800 people “liked” the page and rushed forward to save these poor, beat up dogs.  I’ve looked at the pages and there is a lot of chatter, talk, official statements by Constable Holifield, and pictures of the dogs.  One such statement read,  “Now the task is reuniting and rehoming animals has already begun. First will be the animals that are easily identified by a microchip number. Next will be animals whose owners or former owners can provide some proof of ownership and are identifiable by distinguishing marks, scars, etc. Before any other animal will be processed out to a Recognized Rescue Organization in good standing we will schedule for anyone wishing to tour the remaining animals to assist with closure should their animal not be part of the seized animals in the Emergency Shelter.”

            Pardon me while I wipe a tear from my eye.  They’re even going to help with “closure” in case their dog is among the lost. Grief Counseling. Then I was led to yet another case, something about a dog named “Cisco,” and the lead on the page read, “On April 14, 2012 Michael Paxton's best friend Cisco, an Australian Cattle Dog (Blue Heeler), was gunned down by an APD officer that responded to the wrong address of a domestic disturbance complaint.”  There is a picture of “Cisco,” staring forlorn into the camera, and there’s even a place where you can acquire bumper stickers reading “Justice for Cisco”  at https://www.facebook.com/JusticeForCisco for a modest cost of only $1.50.  100,000 hits in a week!

            Now let me show you a set of statistics.  I hate to crunch numbers because I think it minimizes the value of a child, but for this article it is needed.

6,663,942 children (0-17) in Texas
195,017 completed Child Protective Services investigations
65,948 confirmed victims of abuse or neglect
17,108 children removed from their homes to stop abuse or neglect
6,342 abused or neglected children awaiting adoption

                   231 children who died because of abuse or neglect

           

Now I’d like to direct you to another Facebook page, run by my good friend Mr. Jim Black.  It is a help  group for victims of CPS abuse called “Angel Eyes Over Texas.”  Less than 200 “likes” and/or members.  In all respect I ask you, have we lost our friggin minds?  I mean just reread the Constable’s statement, “First will be the animals that are easily identified by a microchip number. Next will be animals whose owners or former owners can provide some proof of ownership and are identifiable by distinguishing marks, scars, etc.”

The constable does have one thing going for him, which shows in his professionalism.  He is under an oath to protect animals in the state.  I must point out that CPS workers are not!  No oath, no micochip, no 100k “Likes” and 231 dead, I said DEAD children who were improperly placed or the case was so botched by CPS that they died! And I know from first hand experience that when a child dies, or as my grand daughter did, nearly dies from foster parent abuse the case worker will very quickly tell you, “The child had been placed in the care of the foster parent and CPS was not involved ‘at that tiiiiiiiime!”

Oh, it gets better.  I kid you not.  Check this out. During the same week for Cisco a woman was murdered and baby kidnapped. Upon recovery of the infant instead of simply returning the child to the father, CPS removed the rest of the kids and drug tested the dad. Man loses his wife, child is stolen, and when it is found there is no tear soaked reunion, the CPS went into full throttle to place the child into a system that is not as well run as the dog pound! 

This weekend the horrible events in Colorado have dominated the news.  I, myself, witnessed the Luby’s massacre when George Hennard killed a number of people there and my heart goes out to the families of those victims, but what do you think would happen if there were 231 dead children laid out in the parking lot?  The freaking Taliban doesn’t rack up such numbers with a suicide bomber.  Now relax, clear your mind and picture this. The average classroom is about 30 to 40 kids.  231 divided by 40 is about five or six classrooms.  The next time you go to your child’s school just take a stroll down the hall and walk past five or six classrooms.  Look at the kids.  Listen to them talk and laugh.  See their faces.  Now, imagine them all in the hall way stretched out DEAD!

That is what we are really dealing with people, unprofessional employees working for an organization that is not as regulated as a dog pound, killing or allowing to be killed children they have taken from parents with often no more evidence than their own imagined, “reason to believe.” And you wonder why I jump on the CPS as hard as I do. I won’t even talk to anyone in the CPS because I don’t talk to people I consider to be the scum of the earth.  The CPS worker will allow a child to die in foster care and very quickly cover his or her bureaucratic ass!  The death of the baby means nothing, the heartbreak of the family means nothing, only the next case, the next kidnapping, the next batch of federal funds because THAT worker was not involved “at that tiiiiiime,” and no worries boys and girls because that worker is not under any oath or moral compulsion to do the right thing and she has “reason to believe” it is lunch time. 

What does it take to wake you up?  I know what it takes. It takes that knock on the door.  It takes your child being loaded up in a non-descript white van.  It takes getting notified THREE DAYS after your child is in the hospital, near death in a diabetic coma because some ignorant, greedy foster parent didn’t feed her and she eventually passed out. This is what happened to my grand daughter, Puck!  Then you wake up.  Then you know.  Then you hate a hate that consumes you and on that day, my friends, you’ll know what to do. 

I pray this day never happens to you, but it will if you don’t wake up and at least pay as much attention to the children of Texas as you do to a bunch of dogs!  Children are not dogs folks.  They are our most valuable asset, and I will not put this fight down until I end the CPS as it exists today.  I will not stop until I am able to change the CPS into the Child Protective Services.