If this doesn’t make you go hmmm, I’m not sure what will. According to Jack Elliott of the AP, Danny Edmonds may get out of paying for child support, or so says the Mississippi Supreme Court.
Apparently, the child, in this case Tyler Edmonds, no longer needs to be supported. Why? He murdered his half sister’s husband. He was only 14 at the time, (no not the husband although now I’m not sure) but he was given a life sentence. Naturally since the taxpayers are now picking up his support, why should Dad continue to pay $213 a month to Mom?
Is it just me or does anyone else think they should put Tyler and both parents in the same prison cell?
[hat tip: MND]
Yesterday was a normal day for those returning back to school except for one Broward County classroom of 5 year olds. They were going to school with “Pat”. Pat is a transgendered child. Pat is a little boy that believes that he is actually a little girl.
Few will know this genetic truth, because the 5-year-old’s parents and school administrators have agreed that it’s in his best interest to blend in as a female.
Mental health professionals have diagnosed Pat — not his real name — with gender dysphoria, a condition in which a person believes that he or she is the opposite gender. After two years of examination, they have determined that he is not simply effeminate or going through a phase.
‘Gender dysphoria can take place during a fetus’ development in the womb,” said noted gender specialist and sexologist Marilyn Volker, Ph.D., of Miami.
This as reported by the Miami Herald.
Obviously the experts don’t understand 5 year old children. I don’t doubt that Pat does have the condition known as Gender Dysphoria, but to believe that few others will not know the truth is merely sticking your head in the sand. My child questions everything and to try to make like this is not a extraordinary proposition and pretending that it’s a normal everyday occurrence is wrong.
I feel for the parents of the child and can understand that they would want for their child to have a normal life like any other 5 year old, but what about the other children and their parents? Is it fair to let this go “unnoticed?”
The article goes on to state:
Some parents of transgendered children worry that societal revulsion, fear and anger could prompt someone to call a social-service agency, such as the Florida Department of Children & Families. A complaint that a little boy is being sent to school in girl’s clothing could lead to accusations of abuse and neglect, they fear.
Those fears are not unrealistic, said Abbie Cuellar, an attorney specializing in child welfare issues.
”The parents must make sure that documentation on behalf of their child is ready and continuously updated,” Cuellar said. “Gender dysphoria is greatly misunderstood, and all it takes is one well-meaning but ignorant person to start making calls.”
I’m all for diversity and believe that my children will be taught the tolerance of that diversity. Children at age 5 don’t know about racism, or hatred of gay, lesbian or transgendered people. I would venture to say if a green Martian were to sit next to my little boy in school, he would introduce himself ask a few questions, and make a date for the playground for a game of tag.
I think that they need to be up front and teach this diversity from the start. It’s the only way to start the teaching of tolerance. Don’t hide the truth from these little ones, teach them the truth and let them go forward with knowledge and understanding.
Okay ladies there seems to be a lost soul out there searching for answers. He wants to know what melts your heart. How he arrived at my blog with this search request is beyond me, but I felt sorry* for this poor brother looking for answers in the jungle of love.
What do you say ladies? Help?
I would help out, but the only thing I have melted lately was the Toblerone I pried from my child’s hand and shoved in my pocket so they wouldn’t spoil their dinner. Toblerone doesn’t do well in the dryer.
*The feeling was soon lost when I thought of John Karr on the other end of typing that search.
If you have ever played catcher in baseball before you know how vulnerable you feel when you have that tall, lanky, buggy whip of a pitcher on the mound that throws a sweeping curve or a sinking fast ball. Chances are the Frank and Beans are not very safe.
Dr. Molly Griswold: Doreen, how did he get the name Tin Cup?
Doreen: Oh, he was the catcher on the high school baseball team. The star pitcher had a big-league curve… not all of his pitches hit Roy in the mitt, ouch. The team thought Tin Cup was a whole lot better than Clank.
This is what it felt like over the weekend. I logged into the blog on Sunday morning thinking that all was well and safe and realized that I had been inundated with spam over night. How could this be? I used protection. I went through the procedure. You know the procedure of installing a anti-spam program called Akismet. Well after a visit to their blog, I found that the people at Akismet had a hitch in their giddy-up and their system had gone down for a few hours. In that few hours of time I had over 1000 spams (or is it plural spam?) in my comments, and worse yet, I was given a Trojan Virus that planted itself on the end of the blog. After a quick dose of cyber-penicillin, all should be well again. Thank you for all of you that came to my assistance with your emails and concerns. I was down for the count there a little and it’s nice to know that even a superhero needs help now and then and can get it with a little help from his friends.
For the most part if you don’t want me to come and visit your site, make sure not to leave a comment. I always visit the blogger that leaves a comment. I usualy click on that first thing when I get the email that a comment is left. I always want to see who was kind enough to take the time to say something about my post. I usually even email you back with my thoughts about your comment or if I want to banter with a joke, I’ll send that as well. Whatever you do, don’t leave that comment if you don’t have time for a visit.
I love sleeping in late. It’s one of my most favorite morning rituals. It charges my inner being and I believe it recharges my brain. As a child I was taught the whole early to bed and early to rise ritual but I never ended up healthy, wealthy or wise. I do have a tinge of guilt when sleeeping in because it means that the time spent sleeping I could have been more productive. You can never get that time back, it’s lost forever. Then the feeling soon goes away and I think about crawling back between the sheets for that soft slumber. I’m beginning to think there is a good thought behind hibernation. You get all fattened up and then sleep through the winter and then wake up skinny again and have babies. Okay maybe that’s not what your supposed to do but those bears have it alright.
You can’t just get rid of Pluto! How do you get rid of Pluto? Is there no mercy in this hostile world? My kids are going to be scarred for this.
As I walked into the kitchen my wife was talking to someone on the phone and I overheard her conversation that “…we are still trying to wean him from the bottle.”
I know we have not had a baby bottle in plain site for a couple of weeks so I was a little confused. Then suddenly I realized she wasn’t talking about the baby.
It’s the first day of School at the Genuine household and the first day was a success. Now I am ordering my backup plan.
I hope I have some sick time left at work.
Genuine Boy: Daddy?
Genuine: What buddy?
Genuine Boy: These chicken nuggets sure are fresh.
Genuine: [looking at Mrs. G] I wonder if he realizes that is a TV dinner?
Mrs. G: Only the best for my kids.
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Genuine Boy: Dad?
Genuine: Yeah buddy?
Genuine Boy: I know what “bite me” means.
Genuine: Oh really?
Genuine Boy: Yeah, it means a bad word.
Mrs. G: What’s a bad word?
Genuine Girl: Bite me.
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Genuine Toddler: Daddy?
Genuine: What buddy?
Genuine Toddler: I pooping.
Yes, this all happened in a span of just a few minutes. Who says that children don’t make a sitcom unto themselves. Who wants to change that diaper?
