One week from today...

One week from today, Conrad will celebrate his first angelversary in heaven's playground with all his angel friends... This year has brought many tears, much sorrow and an unfathomable amount of blessing and grace... My calling has taken a toll on this soul, my voice is hoarse and my body weary... I have fought many battles, marched with a beautiful group of women and a couple of men...shouted from rooftops, been assaulted by masked minion, lit quite a few fires and truly aided a few children across this nation. My social media skills lacked decency and elegance so I made enemies...wow, who would have thunk it? ON FB? Noooo :p But yes, I leave the pretend world of FB to shout from a different hill, one where I say what I mean without the flaggalotomus brigade. The internet means nothing to me, news stations mean nothing to me, FB means nothing to me. The children that are being beaten to death literally hourly, daily, weekly, monthly....are what matters to me. Aliahna, Aaliyah, Ame, Bentley, Breeann, Brionna, Brianna...Conrad, Caylee, Christian, Christina, David, DLila, Dominick, Daniel, Ethan, Elizabeth, Izzy, Jacob, Jesshye, Juliette... Kyle, Lily...Mersadie, Mirah Grace, Matthew...the Lowe twins...Sophia, Seraphina, Trevor... Devin...October, Kiera, Darby, baby Lisa, baby Kate, Tyler...
That's just the names on the tip of my tongue and swiftly thrown onto the screen...my mind isn't quite what it was just one year ago...my sleep is not gentle...my dreams are not sweet...my prayers were once general, now they carry purpose. My days meld together and my thoughts run the full circle of eye an for an eye and no mercy for the guilty when it comes to abused and murdered children. Children. Little tiny babies, toddlers, preschoolers....7 year olds...10 year olds... little children being killed. Beaten to death. Burned. Boiled. Eaten. 9 Month old babies being raped. 5 month old babies being tossed in the air for fun... 3 year old children being thrown against walls... 19 month olds being killed for peeing in the floor. This is not the world I wanted to raise my children and granchildren in. This is not the world the Lord made...this is the one he will shatter with his might when we go too far into the pit. We are headed swiftly, without hesitation into the pit. If I had my way, I would be kicking in doors and throat punching abusers before they had another chance to harm a child. They would go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect soap and honey buns, for the rest of their life...simple. I believe those that steal the life of a child during the commission of child abuse, torture and or rape...should be put to death swiftly and without reservation. Simple. I believe those that stand by and do nothing, should be given no lenience, no mercy either....as the child surely did not see such mercy...did not receive a lenient sentence...they lie in the ground, cold...their smiling faces now shining from heaven alone...in memories of the ones left behind...those that would have given their own life before allowing such a tragic end to such short lives. Now there are those of you that want to go about advocating in a gentle, polite, elegant, politically correct fashion. I applaud you for that. There are those of you that like to shout a little but remain ever polite with your tone. I applaud you for that. That's what I call the MLK and JFK approach...and it works...beautifully...and again, I applaud you and offer my respect and admiration. I yell. I march. I curse. I annoy. I light fires, I stoke fires and I throttle the damn choke until someone pays attention. I prefer the McArthur or Malcolm X approach. You do Sitting Bull, I do Crazy Horse... My voice may not please you, my method may not be your cup of tea...but what if our results are the same? What if...through your peaceful sitins and floral parades...and my war chants and thunder storm approach met in the middle...and we brought such force down on the nation's lawmakers, the Judges, the DA's...the lax CPS/DFS world...what if, just like Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man....we changed the world? Wouldn't it be worth marching in with your ribbons and pretty dresses AFTER I light a fire and get the shit heads outta the way? Come on, don't hate the player, hate the game. Call me Blue, Call me Mama, call me a bitch or a dictator... just recognize my voice, my fierce nature...came to your world because of one angel...one little boy leaving this world, gave his flame to me...and I lit your fires with it....now you take those torches and you change the damn world in his name...you make people listen...stand proudly and know that you have butterfly kisses waiting for you in heaven when you meet your maker...
I don't care what  you think about me... I want you to sign Conrad's Law at change.org -- My days of playing head games with flakes are over, my days of arguing with faceless cretans are done...my voice can be heard from many corners of this nation...my soldiers still move among you, my words still haunt the guilty and my prayers still fly high above for every single child who has ever been abused...
I just do it on my terms now...please email me any links, any campaigns you are a part of...I will sign and I will share with my most trusted advisors... May God bring you peace...may your sleep be gentle and may your voice be just a little louder tomorrow xxx Break the Silence xxx