We have broken new ground here in Lorain County. In the day and age of shock radio and shock television we now have shock law and order with presiding Judge Jerry Burge or Judge Howard Burge depending on the flavor of the day.
Our beloved Judge who brought to us fame and notoriety by challenging Ohio's lethal injection system by hiring an attorney for a defendant that may be facing the death penalty in front of none other than our beloved Judge Jerry Burge http://http//www.morningjournal.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=18744388&BRD=1699&PAG=461&dept_id=46371&rfi=6 The arrogance of this man who is pushing his beliefs onto the system that he is to be impartial to is incomprehensible to me. This is shame in itself but he doesn't stop there, he is breaking new ground while trying to save the child by inflicting corporal punishment.
http://http//www.chroniclet.com/2007/08/22/judges-ruling-closes-case/
That picture will turn the stomach of every loving parent that has ever held a baby in their arms. How any "normal" adult can sit back and let that parent walk away from that hideous beating is beyond belief. How can a judge who we the voters of this county entrusted to make sound decisions state that the "marks looked worse than they actually were" and that he "supports corporal punishment"
I'm really not sure what corporal punishment is, could it be a rank in the military? Someone needs to explain that term. Is it the rank below Sergeant of Arms? Maybe three ranks below Capital Punishment ? Anyone familiar with that article stated earlier already knows he is trying to court martial that one and doing so just admirably. I can feel that his decision was a Major Disaster for both this child and his father.
If Judge Jerry really wanted to shock us all, he should have done so by doing the right thing for both the child and father, now that would have been the ultimate shock and awe. Ordering treatment for both the parent and child, getting at the root of this man's anger and why his child is being so resistant to adhering to the rules set forth by that school.
By doing the right thing would not have drawn media attention and that would not have fed into this mans ego. This egomaniac has only one agenda and that is of furthering his own notoriety.
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I am the Walrus
Friday, August 24, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
When Johnny Comes Marching Home
As the sun peeks through the clouds this morning I sit here and read of more young soldiers losing their lives in a country that seems so different from us and in a country where fighting over religious beliefs has been going on for centuries and will continue to go on for centuries after we all leave this earth. Why do we feel the need to go into countries and force our beliefs onto citizens who do not want us there? Why are we so certain that our beliefs are right for everyone in this world? How many more young soldiers are going to be sacrificed because of all of this? How many mothers are going to be left wondering what joy was lost because of a sacrifice a child has made all in the name of this country’s beliefs.
I sit and think of a young soldier that went to Viet Nam to fight the communist from spreading their beliefs into this country. His father was a World War Two veteran and told his son it was his duty to fight for this country and there was honor in doing so. He never questioned his father’s wisdom, he never questioned his country, it was his duty and he was going to fulfill his duty.
He was so young, so full of life, a handsome young man with black curly hair. He was my hero as a young boy growing up the older brother I never had. Upon entering kindergarten he was the one who volunteered and walked me to school understanding that I was frightened being away from home by myself for the very first time. He was my protector from children who were looking for mischief; protecting me from older children in the neighborhood who stole my candy from a night of Trick-or- Treating. He taught me to fish, how to spot beehives, poison ivy, poison oak while wandering in the woods. How to act and look cool as he propped me up on my barstool as we drank cokes at the local drug store.
He was two weeks from coming home, two weeks from fulfilling his duty to his country, two weeks from starting his American Dream. All shattered from one bullet, one American Bullet, one night of celebrating a successful tour of duty and forgetting one password. My mentor, my hero, the brother I never had will never be coming home.
He left behind a mother and father, four brothers, one sister, a daughter that never got to know him, and me. I never was able to tell him what he meant to me, I was too young to express those thoughts. But to me he was a hero, someone who I will never forget as long as I live.
I often wonder what he would have done with his life. What contributions to society did we miss because of his untimely death? What did we all miss from so many of those young soldiers that gave so much? How would this country be different today if we never would have gone into a country that was not a threat to this country’s way of life? How will we be different ten, twenty, thirty years from now because of the lives lost today and tomorrow? What young impressionable boy’s life will forever be changed because of another young soldier that will not be coming home today? One decision, one moment, one life means so much to each and every one of us.
Goodbye Johnny,
I still think of you
I still miss your smiling face,
I am the Walrus
I sit and think of a young soldier that went to Viet Nam to fight the communist from spreading their beliefs into this country. His father was a World War Two veteran and told his son it was his duty to fight for this country and there was honor in doing so. He never questioned his father’s wisdom, he never questioned his country, it was his duty and he was going to fulfill his duty.
He was so young, so full of life, a handsome young man with black curly hair. He was my hero as a young boy growing up the older brother I never had. Upon entering kindergarten he was the one who volunteered and walked me to school understanding that I was frightened being away from home by myself for the very first time. He was my protector from children who were looking for mischief; protecting me from older children in the neighborhood who stole my candy from a night of Trick-or- Treating. He taught me to fish, how to spot beehives, poison ivy, poison oak while wandering in the woods. How to act and look cool as he propped me up on my barstool as we drank cokes at the local drug store.
He was two weeks from coming home, two weeks from fulfilling his duty to his country, two weeks from starting his American Dream. All shattered from one bullet, one American Bullet, one night of celebrating a successful tour of duty and forgetting one password. My mentor, my hero, the brother I never had will never be coming home.
He left behind a mother and father, four brothers, one sister, a daughter that never got to know him, and me. I never was able to tell him what he meant to me, I was too young to express those thoughts. But to me he was a hero, someone who I will never forget as long as I live.
I often wonder what he would have done with his life. What contributions to society did we miss because of his untimely death? What did we all miss from so many of those young soldiers that gave so much? How would this country be different today if we never would have gone into a country that was not a threat to this country’s way of life? How will we be different ten, twenty, thirty years from now because of the lives lost today and tomorrow? What young impressionable boy’s life will forever be changed because of another young soldier that will not be coming home today? One decision, one moment, one life means so much to each and every one of us.
Goodbye Johnny,
I still think of you
I still miss your smiling face,
I am the Walrus
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Things that make me wonder on a rainy day
Woke up to another day of clouds and rain. These dreary days of August allow me to think and wonder what are people thinking about.
Earlier this summer four young adults two males and two females decided to head to the lake and go swimming. No lifeguards, little daylight, and waves over six foot and coming in from the North East. The two young males never stood a chance. Two young males who will never experience the joys of fatherhood. Two young males who will never experience growing old with a woman and enjoying the love only a woman can provide. Two young males who will never experience being a young adult entering into manhood. So young, so naive, and so much lost.
When I was young beating the heat and going down to the lake was the thing to do, never mind the pollutants and the under tows. But for every childhood friend we lost a new found respect was made for the treacherous lake. Every summer brought news of another classmate that tried to beat the odds and lost. It is the very reason that I made sure that my children went to pools with lifeguards and clean water. But as I think about this incident I wonder if I did my children a disservice by not teaching them the perils of swimming in waters where the depth is unknown, the water is not clear, and not having a lifeguard watching your every move. I should have taught them to respect mother nature and all of it's forces instead of taking the easy road and sheltering them from it's dangers.
All the time I was growing up seeing children swim in exclusive pools and playing in exclusive parks, wondering what it was like to be able to enjoy what some felt was the better things in life was really not all that important. Learning from nature and being able to look back on those experiences was far more enjoyable and valuable than any exclusive country club. I wish I would have passed what I considered hardships as a child on to my children. I wish someone would have passed those same hardships on to those four young adults who decided to take a swim on that fateful night earlier this past summer.
I am the Walrus
Earlier this summer four young adults two males and two females decided to head to the lake and go swimming. No lifeguards, little daylight, and waves over six foot and coming in from the North East. The two young males never stood a chance. Two young males who will never experience the joys of fatherhood. Two young males who will never experience growing old with a woman and enjoying the love only a woman can provide. Two young males who will never experience being a young adult entering into manhood. So young, so naive, and so much lost.
When I was young beating the heat and going down to the lake was the thing to do, never mind the pollutants and the under tows. But for every childhood friend we lost a new found respect was made for the treacherous lake. Every summer brought news of another classmate that tried to beat the odds and lost. It is the very reason that I made sure that my children went to pools with lifeguards and clean water. But as I think about this incident I wonder if I did my children a disservice by not teaching them the perils of swimming in waters where the depth is unknown, the water is not clear, and not having a lifeguard watching your every move. I should have taught them to respect mother nature and all of it's forces instead of taking the easy road and sheltering them from it's dangers.
All the time I was growing up seeing children swim in exclusive pools and playing in exclusive parks, wondering what it was like to be able to enjoy what some felt was the better things in life was really not all that important. Learning from nature and being able to look back on those experiences was far more enjoyable and valuable than any exclusive country club. I wish I would have passed what I considered hardships as a child on to my children. I wish someone would have passed those same hardships on to those four young adults who decided to take a swim on that fateful night earlier this past summer.
I am the Walrus
Monday, August 20, 2007
New Today
Today is the initial day of this blog. I am not sure where this will lead me or if I will attempt at this very long at all. But I want to write about anything that bothers me or pleases me.
Call it a Journal of thoughts that I will allow others to view.
The way I see this journey that we are all on
The World According to Me
For now
I am the Walrus
Call it a Journal of thoughts that I will allow others to view.
The way I see this journey that we are all on
The World According to Me
For now
I am the Walrus
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