Monday, May 28, 2012
Now that my assets have all been embezzled by my now ex-husband and a few national financial institutions, that do business with the public everyday, while never being investigated by the proper government authorities to whom our taxes go for this protection…it gets worse.
Of course this is just my life; but if you’re smart you’ll see that my situation is your metaphor.
Why you may ask? Because federal financial crimes are not being investigated in this country, which means the elite criminals that commit these crimes are confident they won’t be held accountable, which also means if an outrageous financial crime hits your life and family, you’ll very likely end up like me…in the street homeless and penniless with your credit criminally destroyed; unable to retain employment.
But, there’s a new business in West Bloomfield, Michigan called A-List Treasures LLC. They advertize themselves as a charity that accepts donations from celebrities. They auction off these items and the money goes to help the needy. With plenty of luck and good business sense they’ll soon be here in California? Yet, I’m sure they’ll accept donations no matter where they come from now. I don’t know you’ll have to ask? That is if you can get to them? It's difficult I'd suspect as they sit behind closed doors of secrecy, or in other words, you must register on their site in order to get their attention. Screening I'd assume, to protect themselves from scammers.
A-List Treasures is an exclusive auction website for celebrities and a-listers who wish to turn their possessions into cash for their favorite charity or private foundation. Celebrity treasures shouldn’t get lost in a sea of ordinary auction items on overstocked websites. These pre-owned prizes are unique treasures because of who owned them.
Our auctions benefit many:
As a buyer, you get a special object or collectible that was previously owned by someone you admire.A celebrity recycles what they no longer want or need into charitable contributions for the causes they wish to support.A charity or private foundation benefits from the proceeds to help those in need and further expand their community outreach.
It’s a WIN for all!
A-List Treasures, LLC is a family-owned business based in southeastern Michigan. For founders, Lauren Davis and Kelly Davis Geresy this venture was born out of a creative need to help a variety of others.
I think the last line here is what turns my stomach the most, “For founders, Lauren Davis and Kelly Davis Geresy this venture was born out of a creative need to help a variety of others.”
You see Kelly Geresy is my youngest daughter. She was born October 12, 1976 and one of the most beautiful infants, next to my other two when they were born, I’d ever set eyes upon. She grew into an adorable child, with waist length blonde hair and blue eyes, who loved Ms. Piggy.
Apparently a metaphor I didn’t get at the time.
Anyway, since my precious Kelly was ten and seven years younger than her sisters, Alison and Alexis she and I were best buds from her birth until the last time I saw her, which I believe, was 1999?
During her pre-teen through teenage years we were inseparable as we became more like sisters. She never seemed to hit those unpleasant years of rebellion against her mother, as her sisters went through for a while. Instead we shared cooking; dance lessons and recitals; skiing; shopping; discussing her relationships with boys and we even got our first tattoos together up at Michigan State when she was attending college.
As much as I loved all my daughters, Kelly and I had this thing, born out of the age difference between she and her sisters. She came along once Alison and Alexis had already bonded. At the same time they adored Kelly, and she them. There really was never a time I wasn’t beaming with pride over my three beautiful daughters. What’s more we all shared a close happy relationship…with lots of sharing experiences and laughter.
This is why my situation is so horrid. My daughters were my life and greed has taken them from me. Yet I raised them with ethics, morals, integrity and the Bible?
I can’t put my finger on when this greed took over but it instantly slapped me in the face on October 13, 1997 when my now ex-husband tried to murder me during our twenty-four year happy marriage. At the same time my children shockingly turned on me like vipers along with the only family of origin I have, my sisters. My oldest sister is an Episcopal Canon, a priest to most other religions?
I hadn’t seen one ounce of warning. Were they all plotting their financial heist of my assets behind my back?
Later I would find out that my husband had a very interesting long time girlfriend. She was a financial advisor. He would marry her one-month after our divorce, while my grown daughters supported the relationship and marriage?
I was sent into exile in shock.
It wouldn’t be long before I was being hit by what felt like “financial mafia” as KeyBank committed one federal crime after the other against me; then I found the embezzlement of eighty million dollars from my trust account. The KeyBank crimes started in 2000 the embezzlement was discovered by pure accident in 2004.
Now I at least understood why my family had abandoned me? I was confidant my ex-husband, Rick was at the bottom of it all since he had been one of my trustees on my trust account. I even understood why, Lauren, his new wife, may have been a bigger asset to him than I thought. But, how were my own children involved? Are my sisters involved too?
Well I don’t know and still don’t? I can only look for the signs and metaphors. One clue might be that all three of my beautiful daughters have refused to even talk to me in over ten years, but they’ve stayed in touch with my sisters and are devoted to their father and stepmother, Lauren.
Now Kelly has created a business with her stepmother, Lauren, my replacement for wife-Mother-and-giver-of-love-life-with-lots-of-assets so to speak. They call their business a family venture that will be a win for all.
Again, “For founders, Lauren Davis and Kelly Davis Geresy this venture was born out of a creative need to help a variety of others.”
Hum, I live in the streets, homeless and penniless with my credit destroyed, unable to get employment. Will you help me?
I’d bet not.
Additionally, in my experience ethical, moral people with integrity don't go into these kinds of businesses. Or I should say I haven't met one yet...there's still time.
Besides with what I believe has happened to my assets I’m not sure where all this charity money is actually going? It smells kind of “crimey.” If you think you might want to do business with them, I’d advise talking to the recipients of their efforts, not that this will do any good. You’ll never know how much they actually earned before the charity monies went to the poor?
The government authorities should have gotten on all this embezzlement accomplished by a number of national financial institutions and trustees; plus the federal crime committed by KeyBank, which I reported first twelve years ago and have continued to do so since. They ignore me with form letters directing me elsewhere, instead of investigating.
They may have therefore stopped any continuing crimes, going on in this country, because these elite financial criminals would be afraid they’d get caught. They’re not. In fact elite financial criminals know the government authorities won’t bat an eye. This is how they’re one gargantuan step ahead of their victims…you and me.
By: Deborah Breuner
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Back then, I mean before a couple of national financial institutions embezzled all my assets from my trust account, I planned meals based on what was in season or what sounded good. Now I plan meals based on what is the cheapest, sometimes it’s based on what we have. I’ve just turned 63 and most nights I go to sleep hungry. This is the United States of America. NO ONE should ever go to bed hungry. Yet, millions of Americans do because of the ultimate crimes...government corruption.
Now every single day is the same, every day is about survival. So it really doesn’t matter what I wear. In fact the longer I can wear an outfit the better, because it costs a lot of money to wash clothing. That money is better spent on food.
Back then I tended to myself, husband, children, pets, home and family, in this exact order because “Charity starts at home” remember? Now I’m barely taking care of myself because I can’t afford to. I can’t afford to keep my lifeline, the Internet, running and plug in the small pathetic heater in the tent; so I opt to keep the Internet going affording me the luxury of, “twittering” and submitting articles.
Back then when I wanted to get somewhere, I’d jump into my Jeep Overland, usually to complete an errand for someone I loved or take a class on a subject that would make me a better, wife, mother, friend and artist. I could use my cell phone any time I wanted to. Now I usually have six minutes left to talk and must walk a mile before I use it. My 1998 Dodge truck, which I traded my 2009 GMC for, three years ago, no longer runs; has expired tags and sits in front of my tent as a reminder of the travesty of my life because of unaddressed crimes committed against me that the government authorities refuse to investigate from behind closed doors of secrecy.
Back then when I needed to take a shower, I unconsciously disrobed; showered in a beautiful tiled environment and dressed; going about my day. If I were going to a party that evening I’d take another one. Now I must walk two miles to the shower, while it’s filthy and crawling with spiders.
Ah, and cooking for my adored family then would involve hours of cookbook study and a “Ta Da” when they’d arrive home for dinner to a perfectly set family table. The exquisite meal prepared on a gas Wolf Range or in the oven. Now I’m trying to cook whatever my Sweetie, Larry and I can find to eat in the iceless cooler, between one broken cook top burner and an over used tiny gas grill…that is if we can afford the propane. Most of the time we can’t.
Hey America having trouble with your weight? Well never mind. When you land in the street because of unaddressed financial and real estate crimes, the good news will be you’ll finally get skinny because there will be little food. What’s still better, depending on what state you’re residing in the street, you won’t be given donations of food because in many states it’s today against the law to feed you. Now you’ll get really skinny and you can write a book on how you did it. The publisher’s advance will pull you out of the streets, while you get fat again. Now you’ll have to explain your philosophy on dieting to an untrusting audience.
Yippee! A new reality TV program is born.
Back then when someone in my family or I got sick I’d run to the doctor or emergency room at the Henry Ford Hospital. Now Larry, Bu Bu and I muddle through guessing about what might be wrong? And, whatever it is “Tuff Titties.”
No there are no government programs that help an heiress who paid huge state and federal income taxes for years, created a business from scratch, lasting only a short time, because of the federal financial crimes committed against she, her trust, her shared business with her partner. Her partner, Larry’s life is destroyed in this way too, for many of the same reasons. Neither of us can retain employment because of unlawfully, criminally destroyed credit.
And, the friends I had back then were the powerful who take part in running our financial institutions and country; they also took part in making sure I landed in the street. Now Larry and my friends consist of others whom have been victims of the same unaddressed crimes that attacked our lives.
Back then I designed, had built and decorated two multi-million dollars homes; my trust paid for and owned these homes; I paid less that three hundred and fifty thousand dollars for them; they appreciated to be worth millions. Now I live in a tent and have for two years, while the family I loved enjoy my assets embezzled by their father and a few national financial institutions; unaddressed by the government authorities.
Back then I wallowed trustingly in my position as a new grandmother to dear sweet Clayton, my first grandchild. Now I check the Internet for new births of my grand babies…equal to six whom I’ve never met or met briefly when one other was an infant.
Back then my daughters said, “Meré you’re the best Mother in the world; none could be better we love you with all our hearts.” Their actions said the same. My husband said everyday, “You are the sunshine of my life,” his actions claimed the same for twenty-four years. Stevie Wonder’s song, titled above was our wedding march on the shores of Lake Tahoe commenced by the Northern, California Episcopal Bishop; Bishop Hayden in 1974.
When the divorce decree ink had dried for one month, my ex-husband arrogantly pranced down the isle with his new squeeze, Lauren the financial advisor, to “You Are The Sunshine Of My Life.” My beautiful now grown daughters stood beside them after instantly kicking me out of their lives.
Jealousy and greed is an interesting affliction in this country, starting at the top…our government. We now can see it reflected in our families.
But, when all has been said and done I finally know what real love feels like. My sweet Larry is still by my side as we fight this battle together. Our precious weenie dog Bu Bu loves us with all his heart. The world should be so lucky. And what we can accomplish through this love will be our miracle.
By: Deborah Breuner
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Hail to the human spirit of evil in this world. No action against it actually celebrates the devil. If you’ve read all my articles then you’ll know that everybody with power such as the government authorities and the almighty churches will not do their jobs in spite of the fact that our taxes pay for the government authorities to protect the public, from federal financial crimes committed by financial institutions, and make sure donations given to churches go towards helping the poverty stricken.
Not even close to being true.
So if you want to save money do not donate your hard earned cash to the churches and organizations in place to help the homeless and penniless. They are stealing from you, in the name of God, and taking off to vacation in numerous locations around the world.
Well you should at least ask to see their books before you donate. Not that this is an end all; they can easily have financial books for the philanthropist and another with the truth. The financial institution they bank with will help them “cook the books.” The churches’ favorite candidate will receive the donation...not the poor. Or they won’t bother with the second financial record; they don’t have to because the government authorities will never check up on them…because, they’re in on it.
Who checks out the government authorities when they’re corrupt?
Oh and the taxes you pay? Hey it’s only about two weeks away when you’ll drop your check into the mailbox for its journey to the IRS. And, don’t you be late or you’ll be fined. This will also alert an IRS auditor to come after you.
Oh my God if you’ve even made a mistake and lied on your taxes you’ll go to prison, while our government creates new departments, probably shell departments, where your tax monies will go. The government workers hired to run these shell departments really don’t have anything to do so they, sit naked in beanbag chairs all day, watching porn in their little cubicles playing with their pet…the pink wiener. No one will notice this behavior because no one does their work as government unions protect them from being fired.
Meanwhile, my eighty million dollar trust account paid millions of dollars in federal and state taxes over twenty-five years. Before I had a trust from 1949-1975 I paid hundreds of thousands of dollars in taxes and couldn’t even walk for the first year and a half I did so.
Welcome to Hitlerville USA where taxes are paid for years then embezzlement sets in committed by the financial institution or many; sanctioned by the government authorities. Now what does one do?
Ah, they can do the only thing left for them to do when their own family has been involved with the federal financial crimes (stealing all your assets) committed by the financial institution(s) and their credit is worst than destroyed; therefore they’re unable to get employment other than becoming a carpet bagger selling their own stuff. And the lame stream and alternative media won’t expose this horrendous mafia inspired government or ours.
The victims to this can write $ write $ write telling their story, posting over social media, to not only help themselves, but bring other victims together in unity and warn those victims yet to come. They can author a book or a four-part memoir. They can even learn to write scripts.
Then on their own they can garner the interest of four different major publishers.
Yep, meet the “little spoiled brat” aka “rich bitch” that had it all including poverty equal to what has been experienced in Ethiopia…and still is.
This is Larry and my mission obviously, chosen by God, and we accept the challenge. But, when e-mails flood my mailbox with promises of help that never comes then we are victimized over $ over again.
How very cruel.
Three weeks ago a so-called-friend contacted me, on her own, with the promise that she’d send us eighty-dollars. Larry $ I were thanking God. But it never arrived. When I let my friend know it hadn’t come she wrote, “I not only sent it but sent one hundred dollars and I checked, the address was correct. If it doesn't arrive soon I'll send another one hundred dollars, don't worry.”
It still hasn’t arrived, and I haven’t heard a peep from her since, while she resides just ten miles away from us.
The next week after this an antique dealer committed to purchasing all my American made Lenox china which has never been used, because I never got around to it before my ex-husband tried to murder me. Sight unseen, and being completely aware of Larry and my situation, she changed her mind. Come on, she has this right obviously, but she’s already purchased a hundred thousand dollars of our belongings for a mere four thousand dollars, piece meal style, and adding to the same china she bought a month ago, could do little harm. Adding eight more place settings to her set, which she purchased from me as a re-sale...but kept it instead, while paying less than pennies on the dollar would be a steal to do it again?
It would save our lives, which is pretty important at this juncture, because if we die before the publisher comes through, no one will ever hear about this unbelievable tale that could save many other Americans from these federal financial crimes. Many of which the public has no clue about and they ain’t going to hear or read about it anywhere else, unless there’s another victim out there writing?
But never mind. Ms. Antique could care less. If I give it to her, this would work. In fact she’d be honored to have eight more place settings, because she loves the Lenox Autumn pattern and she adds, “Your things are so lovely darling and I’ve done so well with everything, but I just don’t feel like buying anymore now. We had such fun over Thanksgiving serving dinner on the china I purchased from you. So beautiful. Such a shame, most of it hadn't been used? Why would you sell it? Thank you though.”
"Gee, I don't know, perhaps because I'd like to eat," I responded.
Then I received a big fat e-mail saga about a personal life, very much like mine, and this person wants to help? Will they?
I’m not holding my breath. Besides I received the e-mail on April Fools day.
Well I could go on and on about the public and their offers of help in keeping Larry, Bu Bu and me alive, but that’s all they are…offers that don’t materialize.
Is this just another metaphor to what our government is doing to the American citizen?
What’s worse we’ve never asked for a handout; we’ve asked only for buyers of our beautiful heirlooms and belongings, while we continue to work our Asses off to not only save ourselves, but also warn the American public of impending financial doom…if they don’t take certain precautions.
Meanwhile the American public is donating to causes across the ocean; their churches; paying taxes to the state and federal government, when they have no idea where their money is actually going…much of it to shell departments created by the government. I guarantee the financial institutions are stealing funds right out of your accounts and you haven’t become aware yet. The more funds you have, the easier this is; they adjust bank statements too.
And, how does it make you feel to know that if a serious financial crime takes all your assets you’ll end up in the street because the government authorities, to which you pay taxes, absolutely will not investigate the federal crime committed against you?
This should make you really angry, angry enough to force you into doing your part in exposing all the federal crime going on by the powerful against the public. We all have a duty to each other and this country, by getting involved any way we can.
We have; we’ve written about what we’ve seen and experienced, and will continue until our last breath.
By; Deborah Breuner
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
From the day I was born I was an heiress. Many would surmise a “spoiled little brat,” and so I deserve having all my assets stolen, because of this attitude I saw growing up coming from the friends and acquaintances I possessed.
There wasn’t a particular personality trait that I exhibited to earn my title of “spoiled little brat.” No, it was stamped on my backside because of the mere fact that I was born a Breuner and my father owned a very established lucrative furniture business in Northern California, Reno and Arizona. My mother owned an eighty thousand acre sheep ranch in Roseville, California.
My family didn’t just reach their hands out and take; they worked hard through three generations to create these businesses, yet there was no respect just jealousy. This jealousy landed on my little soul staring as early as I can recall. I was three years old when I started to feel the pain.
Yes, I felt pain because I was often treated as if I had leprosy; my friends would treat me well if they wanted something. The rest of the time I was criticized for breathing. When this kind of treatment starts early in one’s life it is truly very confusing and causes an interesting response from the victim.
You subconsciously work harder than humanly possible to be perfect in the effort to offset the painful criticism. Your goal? Well that would be to finally be appreciated and loved. At the same time you do not understand jealousy or it’s wrath. It seems such a benign harmless word.
Well its not, my many years of life have taught me, and jealousy is actually at the bottom of what is going on in our United States of America, the land of opportunity.
The general attitude is, you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. But, if you do, give it to me.
Our government actually displays jealousy of any American who can prosper by working very hard; they want it all and they’ll take whatever they can from the public however way they can achieve this.
What a metaphor everyday life is to what started at the top by…our government and the media twisting our minds with blame…it’s all your fault Mr. and Mrs. Public.
In fact my whole life has been a metaphor to what our government is doing to the public.
Just like Americans today are working harder and harder to make it and getting nowhere, I worked my ass off to create and take care of what belonged to me.
I’ve always believed, “Charity starts at home.” If we all take care of our own backyard what a beautiful world we would be living in.
Because I was fortunate enough to have my own personal financial security, I opted to be a stay at home mom and actually put my hard work into doing whatever I could to tend to my marriage; raise the next generation of ethical, moral human beings who would display integrity; be assets to society, and take care of myself so I’d have the energy to accomplish my goals. My career would come second.
Yet, I was criticized for my philosophy, which caused me to work harder.
My family never took off for the day without being nutritiously fed; my now ex-husband didn’t live a day without a love note in his pocket; my children received the same in their lunches. Then I’d tidy up our beautiful home; our family foundation of love, which I decorated with talent creating a nest of security.
By eleven AM I was often in the grocery store purchasing the best and healthiest food money could buy; at noon I might be having lunch with either my husband or a treasured friend; at two-thirty PM I’d be picking up my daughters from school and off we’d go to a girl scout meeting where I was the den leader. Or, I was dropping these beautiful daughters of mine at dance lessons; art classes; ski practice; needed tutoring and doctor appointments. And, I’d never just leave them alone; I’d sit and observe; cheer them on or comfort their pain. I did the same for our many precious dogs.
If we spent the weekends at home, my daughters and I spent hours together after a gourmet breakfast I’d lovingly create from my participation in many cooking classes I took over the years, just chatting about anything that came to mind.
My then husband would rarely partake, but instead go to work, I thought?
Sometimes I assumed my husband was just jealous of the relationship I had with my daughters? I’d counter this with creating surprise romantic rendezvous in the middle of the day for him. No matter what, we’d go out to dinner on Thursday night just the two of us and took two vacations a year without the girls just to renew our love. I was reading everything I could get my hands on to learn how to have a loving and supportive marriage and family life.
My husband Rick, as I look back today, and unbeknownst to be at the time, was a liberal minded ass that wanted something for nothing and called himself a conservative? What’s worse the conservatives in political office and those vying to take office are today “liberal conservatives” if this could even be considered a term of description?
But lets carry on with my “spoiled little brat” life.
When my husband, daughter’s or family’s birthdays rolled around, I’d throw a huge event to celebrate the milestone. I did this for my in-laws as well for their wedding anniversaries. I’d prepare all the food, decorate; hire entertainment and create the invitations from scratch…even write poems having them printed on the invites.
I was hostess for most holiday and graduation dinners, which included hours of preparation for twenty-four family members and close friends… at least five times a year.
Only rarely did I have these events catered, though I could afford it, because I liked working and creating for the people I loved. If I did hire help, I still did ninety percent of the cooking.
As the dutiful wife of an executive, while my husband was president of the Young President’s Organization (YPO) I was the “hostess with the mostess” as I took on a full-time job as an event planner… not skipping a beat as a wife and mother. I did this for Rick’s business as well.
Our family vacations, which I planned through hours on the phone making reservations, entailed snow skiing, water skiing and sailing. Sometimes trips to Washington DC so my daughters could learn about American history.
In between all this I took classes on just about any subject one could imagine except accounting… my mistake obviously.
I exercised everyday; took my vitamins and learned to meditate. One of my personal loves in life was conservatively adding to my beautiful wardrobe, twice a year, spending my own money to do so. My other love concerning family was taking photographs, after being highly educated in photography at the Center of Creative Studies in Detroit.
I got criticized for this. In fact as I grew, accomplished and grew some more, I got criticized still further. Not for what I gave to family and friends, but for the two weaknesses that showed…my love of fashion and photography. I have many other weaknesses, but these weren’t brought to my attention.
Why? Well then the people I loved would have to go without my undying love, attention and codependence. They would have to continue to fake they’re appreciation until I died. They needed my assets sooner than this.
I did not raise my children in a religion, but by the Bible. But, the sociopathic behavior of their father won over God? This is pretty scary. And, exactly what has happened between our government and the people. The government being the devil.
God did not bless me with a wonderful husband and beautiful children so I could ignore them for my own selfish needs. Interestingly my needs were not separate from the joy my family gave me.
When my daughters, all but one, got married I spent a whole year on each of them creating the most beautiful weddings anyone could imagine. I followed their dreams for such, not mine.
After my first grandson, Clayton was born I threw myself into grand-mothering with the same zest I took as a wife and mother, while at the same time creating a fashion design company born out of eighteen years of mentoring with a Parsons of New York professor of fashion design…in the extra hours I had left when my family was busy at work or school.
What did I accomplish with all my hard work? Well I’ve earned the right to be murdered and embezzled from, by my own family and financial institutions, while the US government authorities sanction this with their own agenda. An eighty million dollar embezzlement can benefit many, wouldn’t you say?
Is this not what our government is doing to the whole of society?
Could this all stem from greed and jealousy?
Today when I wake up in the morning I’m in a tent with mud all over the plastic floors. I’ve been here for two years; been homeless and penniless since 2007. Not so much because my family and a few financial institutions together embezzled my assets and criminally destroyed my credit, but mostly because our government authorities will not purposely investigate these crimes or the financial institutions involved.
The suspect financial institutions, are National Bank of Detroit (now Chase), Paine Webber and Shearson Lehman.
Therefore, crime has become America’s past time. Why not, it pays to be a criminal.
I have no idea what my family is doing as they enmesh themselves into obscurity, refusing to communicate with me. I believe my third daughter has gotten married? I have five more grandchildren? How have I found out? Thank God for gossip and the Internet.
Meanwhile, I spend every last minute of my life now, along with my precious Sweetie, Larry and our adorable weenie dog Bu Bu struggling to figure out how to survive…begging anyone we can find to buy our belongings for pennies on the dollar so we can eat. We now have no vehicle; often go without food or clean water to drink; can’t retain employment between the two of us because the continuing federal crimes destroyed Larry’s fine credit too. We once shared a flourishing design business together.
We have no medical insurance; don’t qualify for social security or Medicaid; no money to pay for the storage unit, holding the last of the treasures worth selling and most of the legal documents, unless we sell something…usually at the last minute before we’ll be foreclosed upon. So normally we have to pay fines for being late.
Bu Bu, who’s a very unusual and rare weenie dog because of his color, could be studded out for puppies, but there’s no Dachshund kennels near by, within walking distance, where we could take him.
To add insult to injury, we can’t afford the rent in the campground where we reside. The only reason we’re not living in our unregistered, double seated, truck is because the campground owner believes in the grueling efforts both Larry and I have put into our writing…my memoir and Larry and my three screenplays, which we’re spending our extra time doing all we can to sell. Our work won’t only help us but all Americans who have a bank account.
Not to mention there hasn’t been a day pass since 2001 that I haven’t written a government authority about all this financial crime, while I’m ignored with at the most a form letter; at the least no response at all?
On top of this we’ve been arrested for past due registration on our vehicle; dealt with a fire in our tent from electrical overload; drenched suitcases and clothing from downpours of rain; computer breakdowns; no money for our cell phone and when we do the cell phone doesn’t work unless we’re out on the main road.
What’s worse people often treat us as if we’re less than or criminals, while our government pardons murderers?
Yes, call me a “spoiled little brat” or what people often addressed me as I grew older, “rich bitch” while I never fell back on my inheritance, but instead, like my ancestors before me, shared, worked, created, loved and worked some more.
I’m sorry but this is f—king barbaric and I’m still working my ass off, while the laziest in society mostly government workers, sit around with their hands out watching porn like those who work for the SEC. Oh, just like our government.
The saddest part of all is there has not been, in over eleven years, one liberal or conservative politician holding a seat of leadership that will do anything to help. I understand the liberal; liberals in general don’t honor ethics, morals or integrity and often don’t believe in God.
In my experience their belief is, “If you get caught then shame on you.” So in other words commit crimes as long as you become an expert at getting away with them. Do they teach their children this?
Unfortunately, many conservatives today, holding positions of power in our government or otherwise, have become very liberal in their thinking. Obviously this is a problem and the reason I’ll no longer call myself a Republican. I’m a conservative, in all it’s true meaning, which states I have ethics, morals and integrity. I believe in God and honor the United States of America Constitution…no longer important today.
The scenario I’ve dealt with all my life within the circle of love ones, friends and acquaintances is exactly how our government treats the public if anyone should prosper at all in any way.
This quote below states in plain English exactly what Americans do and don’t have today?
Excellence is a better teacher than mediocrity. The lessons of the ordinary are everywhere. Truly profound and original insights are to be found only in studying the exemplary.
Warren G. Bennis
How is exemplary described today? Someone who’s never led a parade; refuses to address where they were born; walks, runs and demonstrates bodily ticks that indicate he’s a sociopath; shows up on celebrity talk shows; refuses to order investigations into financial crimes and unlawful foreclosures committed against the consumer; bails out financial institutions, many of which have committed federal financial crimes against their customers; doesn’t know how to manage financial books or tell the truth about anything.
We the people of the United States of America get to arise to this?
By: Deborah Breuner