Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The Unrelenting Attack on Children




Ya know, I get uncomfortable when some people describe a child as "more beautiful than many adult girls" or if there is a little girl with certain aesthetically beautiful attributes (eyes, hair, nose, etc) they push to "adultify" the child whether it be a child model in adult or suggestive poses, or portraying them in adult situations in movies. I mean, it's out there, I can PROVE it and I hate it. For example, think of Brook Shields and Chloe Grace Moretz. These children were hyper sexualized as children which led to them being portrayed in a sexual manner as well as acting in movies in which they participated in a very graphically sexual role at young ages. Brook Shields played in "The Blue Lagoon" and "Pretty Baby". In both roles she was underage in the scenes she played. While I haven't watched these movies I know for a bloody fact that one does not need to watch those hellish moral-less, pointless, hypersexed movies! Children are NOT adults. We should not be describing children in reference to adult attributes, nor should we pose them in an adult or sexually suggestive manner. This is vile degradation of child innocence in it's most twisted, masked form, whether you are a Christian or not this is wrong. I don't want to hear any filth based excuses like "innocence is a social construct" or "morality is relative". You may not be able to see it, but I hope one day you do. Don't even get me started on the book and the Hell-worthy movie "Lolita". Why this is acceptable is beyond me. If I was in charge of this country I'd have the director shot not to mention all the books and movies of this rot burned. Oh, don't forget the dumpster inspired crap that is "Toddlers in Tiaras". Thankfully the good American people petitioned and took that waste to the garbage where it belongs. With many children dressing in explicitly adult costumes as well s taking sexual poses and making sexual gestures, it is simply a part of this mass sexualization of children. I think we can all agree that child beauty pageants are no longer about comparing the natural adorable attributes of children but rather turning them into adult objects. I mean, why elese would you cake makeup on a child and dress them as though they were adult? It's absolutely deplorable right? Look I could go on about this, about Toddlers in Tiaras, about Brook Shields, about the sexualiztion of children and so on, but these are my main points. I am aware that I have some correcting to do and that I will do have no fears! Children are children and we should view and value them that way and not compare their physical attributes to adults! To the morons that promote this destructive stuff, I truly hope you realize your mistake, until then I will oppose you to the fires of hell. Bullzie!

Sunday, October 16, 2016

What is Missed in Inaction

                      
     A lonely man sat hunched over the table in a darkly lit tavern. He was crying, drinking, and feeling the deepest darkest pains of sorrow and regret. He had two children who, while he loved them, he lacked the incentive to give them the man who was their father. Nearly every night he came home, drunk, yelling, and void of any compassion for his own flesh and blood. The children's mother was divorced and was never around enough to care for the children. On most days the eldest girl who was 8 made the meals for her 6 year old sister and her. Their life was cold, without love, without joy, and without vision for the future. But this was the life they knew and not the life they could have and deserved. Their father was truly a brilliant man, with the potential to be a loving father, a provider, and a knight for his little ones. But the bottle had him by the throat and would not relent. For the children, it was like being trapped in a tinted glass prison. Where the beauties of the world, and the joys that could exist, swirled around them. Their vision was limited by the man who maintained this facade of life, their father...


       Until we make an effort for change, we cannot expect to see change.


What is the S.S.A.?


So I don't know if anyone ever reads this blog, or if the content is even worth reading, but this is where I come to vent and settle my frustrations to some extent. For example what happened to Jonbenet Patricia Ramsey, Adam Walsh, Elizabeth Smart, Madeleine McCann,Morgan Nick, and recently Victoria Martens.  So, for anyone who does read this, I'd like to define who the S.S.A. is. 
    The S.S.A. (Southern Star Agents) are roughly speaking the stars and inspiration of the blog. These highly trained individuals focus specifically in carrying out missions of high risk and great importance in regards to the lives of children and the dangers they often face. Now the agents all have this comradery  and this unshakable single passion, that is, to be the heroes for the innocent. The agents just so happen to be a little more than just your average human. Originally it started out with one young man with superhuman abilities, such as being able to duplicate life forms. After duplicating himself the young man finds that his new-found "brothers" similarly share this ability but cannot duplicate life forms. This ability lends itself to certain advantages for example, finances! Eventually the twelve young "clones" form a group they call the S.S.A. in an effort to put their powers to good use as well as focus on a common interest. Eventually the agents acquire advanced weaponry, transportation (sea, air, and land),  and a massive hidden facility for their personal use. One of the coolest aspects of this group is their armored suits which serve both to protect the agents and strike fear into the most evil of enemies. Now, the suits are a whole subject of their own and I think I'll save that for another post! 
    So why twelve agents when many many more can get the job done with greater force? Well, I had the idea of a small group that has great ability and incredible fear factors despite their small size. I also wanted to keep them as a small unit for a more "real life" reason. See, the agents are based on my idea of who I believe we should all be, if we have power, we use it for good. Despite our size whether small or large, we should stand up for the innocent because we are by far much stronger and more capable then a child is. The S.S.A. represents this modern idea of "knighthood", courage, and vigilance.
So! Back to the agents. The agents also have the ability (through the use of advanced technology) to reverse time travel. While this sounds pretty cheesy, I will admit it is an idea in the works. The S.S.A. is an illusive group, they like to keep secret, especially when they're hitting the enemy when they least expect it. One of the ideologies is "Be the predator, not the prey", as well as being known as the "hunters of predators" in reference to child molesters. See, the agents take harmful acts against a child as immensely serious. Assuming a target lives through an S.S.A. assault the agents will throw ship loads of cash to make sure the fullest extent of the law is thrown at the criminal (usually with the hope of capital punishment). While the agents choose not to call themselves "vigilantes" they will often form their own "hired" court system which deals out capital punishment to those found guilty. This is made possible thanks to the agents immense wealth (used strictly for their cause). The agents often employ hundreds, even thousands, of people for some of their missions. This could be PMCs, undercover employees, judges, doctors, Roman Catholic Priests (for the super natural), adoptive families, etc. The agents wealth often is distributed to those who take on tough jobs in reference to giving child victims the best life has to offer, whether that is therapists, doctors, families, schools, dance lessons, vacations, homes, vehicles, pets, the list is endless and it is all covered by the S.S.A. You might think they'd be pretty obvious, except all that money can also buy them a "large "generous" corporate business" as their cover.
    Lastly the agents don't fight solely child predators, they may fight the worst evils our culture has to offer, Jeff the killer, the demonic china doll, (Chucky for laughs), even responding to houses that are presumed haunted. After any missions in certain areas, houses, and cars the agents will often demolish the site upon which kidnappings, imprisonment, or human trafficking took place. In the case of a static object the S.S.A. will replace it with a grand house, hotel, or establishment as a monument to the success of the mission and the eradication of evil.
    So with all that being said, I hope this explains some things and I'd like to post another work on the suits nicknamed H.A.R.T.S. (Human Assisted Robotic Tactical Suit). But I'll save that for another time!! Hope you enjoy. Stand firm iron lions!

Actions and Consequences

      

Upon a cold snowy mountain wisps of snow whipped about a ski hill. Upon the chair lift sat a father and his daughter. The little girl giggled with joy as her father hugged her close keeping her warm and safe from the snow that attacked from all sides. The lights on the hill displayed the array of snowflakes as they fell. The ride up was peaceful and quite save for the joyous laughter of the little child . The little girl was afraid to go down at first but was reassured by the presence of her father at her side who encouraged her letting her know that no harm would befall her. At the bottom of the hill the two met up with the mother after which the happy trio sipped hot cocao under the shelter of the cozy ski lodge. Later as the family headed home the soft sounds of Christmas music and the hum of the Jeep's engine provided a gentle ride as the little girl began to drift asleep still filled with excitement, joy, and the warm feeling of compassionate love from her parents. 
     It was the sound of the family's annual Christmas music, the sight of Christmas lights, the comforting sound of her father's voice on the daunting ski hill, and the aroma of Christmas that would last forever for the little girl. These memories, these feelings, they were the result of compassion, guidance, and dedication from her parents. Yet, as these lovely memories would last forever, somewhere, a little girl was shivering  in her bed waiting for her mother to return from work. Though the little girl's mother had no job and was alcoholic, and her father she had never known, she continued to believe, with the faith of any innocent child, that her father had died in an accident and her mother was working hard for food. She began to cry as the shadows of the dark cold house crept in on her. There was no comforting voice of her father, her mother was not there to reassure her that nothing would harm her, and the uncertainty of her mother's return added to her ominous sorrow and the feeling of utter loneliness. She was alone, there was not warm feeling of love and comfort, no one would hug her, keep her safe, keep her warm... 


                       For those that live for themselves, others will suffer.

Friday, September 23, 2016

The Values of Innocent Life

    

    Tears ran down the young agent's face, he sat on the passenger seat of the team's vehicle clutching a little girl. Tears of sorrow, tears of joy rolled down the agent's face. She was safe, nothing would harm her, not tonight, not tomorrow. Her innocence, her life, her future was now safe. She would see the warm sun again, hear the sound of sprinklers and lawnmowers that came with summer. She'd experience the soft sounds of snowflakes as they hit the ground. The holidays would hold cherish-able memories for her. She was safe, the agent looked out the window reminiscently, the little girl lay in his lap, head against the agent's chest, she breathed heavily from crying but she felt safe and comfortable, tucked safely away from the horrors that had taken place that night, and the evil that would have done her great harm.    

Monday, September 19, 2016

Solo Soldier, To the Last Breath


It was raining, and only a few street lights illuminated the desolate suburb streets, as S.S.A. team two made their way to check in to a hotel for the night. Suddenly the driver of the lead vehicle stopped. "What, what's wrong?" The agent next to him asked. "There, did you see them, in that alley way a man holding a little girl by the hand?" Jetz replied in a concerned tone. "No, but if you think we should check it out then lets." His fellow agent responded. Turning off the lit street and into a narrow alley way all four agents aboard the lead vehicle peered into the gloomy darkness. Upon exiting the alley way the agents spotted what Jetz had witnessed, sure enough it was a little girl accompanied by a tall male. "Looks fishy to me." Jetz muttered. Pulling up to the man the agent in the passenger seat began to question the man, "Excuse me sir, where you headed this fine night?" The man, paused and  replied in an alarmed and rather timid tone that he was walking his daughter to her grandmother's house. "Is this your father?" The agent asked. The little girl, who was about 7 with long blond hair and sky blue eyes nodded cautiously. "Alright sir, you have a nice night then," The agent retorted, "we might have overreacted huh? Maybe we scared 'em a little?" The team pulled up to an intersection that was only a few blocks away and the man and the little girl remained in sight until disappearing into another alley way one block away. Before turning on to the original route Jets grumbled, "I'm not convinced, not at all." "Recall that you often overreact, bud."
     His fellow agent countered. After arriving at the hotel and acquiring rooms the agents headed in for sleep, Jetz would not stop commenting about his personal distaste for that evenings escapade, even going so far as to say they should check the area again. However; his fellow agent reassured him that all was well. It was now midnight and all the agents had long since drifted off, save for Jetz. "What if I just leave?" He thought. "That's a big no, no though. Ha! Our policies sometimes. It's true I might overreact at times though. But what if this time I'm right?" He rolled his eyes and continued to ponder the same thoughts for a good twenty minutes. Rubbing his head he stood up. He looked around the room and without a word left. It was only a 15 minute ride to the place where they watched the man and the little girl disappear.  
   Parking in the alley way he cautiously got out fully equipped in his combat gear, but, none the less alone. As he advanced down the center of the ally way he scanned the area for anything that would seem out of place. To his left where houses, some inhabited some boarded up. On his right from the beginning of the ally way was a brick building that looked to be some sort of appliance store. Directly behind the brick building was a fenced in warehouse. Jetz briefly caught the noise of a child's voice. Without hesitation Jetz entered through an unlocked gate, gun raised, and ready to lay waste to the little one's captor. Jetz entered the warehouse with minimal effort and just caught a glimpse of the little girl's pony tail as her and her captor rounded the corner of a shipping crate. Stealthily the solitary agent pursued like a lion stalking its oblivious and under powered prey. Noticing the footsteps had stopped Jetz switched on his thermal imaging goggles as the few lights that were in the ware house gave little to no light around the corner. Jetz could now hear the little girl, through tears she asked to go home, that she was scared, and that she wanted to see her mom. The man scoffed, "Ha, the only place your going is overseas! Oh, and just think of the profit!". Jetz scowled, determined to apprehend the child's tormentor. Rounding the corner the agent growled, "Try being the prey for a change!" The little girl's captor was caught off guard as he attempted to pull out his gun, but it was far from too late, a flash of fire was followed by the lifeless body of the girl's captor falling to the floor. Grabbing the little girl by the hand, Jetz leaned down and in a hushed tone let the little girl know that he was there to save her. Hearing footsteps from the hallway he had just come from the agent turned and entered a door on the left. This door led to a larger portion of the warehouse but did not seem to offer any escape route, at least, not that the agent could see. He could hear numerous footsteps of pursuers behind him. 
    Jetz continued running, holding the little girl's hand. The two disappeared into a room at the back of the where-house. It was a dead end, no way up, no way out save for some windows that would take too much precious time to reach. Thinking fast the agent ducked behind stacks of shipping containers at the end of the room that would serve as  makeshift cover until his team arrived, if they arrived. "two entries, 8 or more targets, 3 mags, one handgun, two knives, one victim to protect, and one to stand in harm's way". The agent thought. The agent radioed to his fellow agents, "I, er, I seem to have run into some trouble. I'm in dire need of assistance, I have a child with me!" Seconds later two men came from the first entry, guns drawn. Instantly the agent dropped one of the men hitting the second but not fatally. Shots rang from the agents left with several pelting the steel containers he was using as cover. The agent fired suppressively toward the second doorway on the left. Behind him the little girl was whimpering, frightened and confused. Before Jetz could focus on the second door a round impacted his helmet sending him to the ground. Any closer to the agents skull and he would be down for good. Bleeding profusely the agent sat up  just in time to catch one of the pursuers attempting to flank him. A short burst dropped the man. The agent crouched again firing at the left doorway hoping to hit anyone hiding behind the doorwell. After reloading his M4, Jetz fired quick bursts in both directions. Suddenly two shots from one of the pursuers, who had entered while the agent was down, impacted the agent's vest again knocking him off his feet. The rest of the men filed in. Firing here and there the agent struggled to hit the approaching men who were now using other steel containers as cover. Seconds later a man rounded the corner on the agent's left firing but missing. Jetz dropped him, meanwhile the little girl was screaming through tears, "Behind you, behind you!" Too late. The other pursuer fired several shots into the agents back dropping him to his stomach. Spinning around the agent caught the man in the chest with a quick burst from his M4 before he could retreat. The man dropped dead. Jetz reloaded as he knelt, ready for the next volley of attack. Again he radioed for help in a fatigued, desperate voice, "This is agent Jetz I'm surrounded, I'm hit, requesting backup!" The agent raised his gun aiming towards the left where multiple footsteps were now approaching. Two men from his left, the agent unloaded dropping them both. Spinning around the agent  fired at another pursuer who simultaneously fired  three shots at the agent, striking him in the chest and left arm. His vest only stopped so much and the agent fell to the ground  gasping for air, his arm bleeding from one of the shots. Wincing the agent knelt on one knee. "This is it", he thought, "this may be the last breath  I breathe. This is it, I'll fight til my last breath." The agent raised his M4 firing at another pursuer as he rushed behind a shipping container. The man rounded the corner, the agent missed and several shots hit the agent's left shoulder dropping him once again. Dropping his M4 Jetz frantically retreated behind a steel container. Drawing his hand gun and pulling out a smoke grenade. He looked at the little girl who was now white with fear and motioned for her to keep quiet. The agent tossed the smoke grenade around the corner to his left , and seconds later peered around the corner firing at the man who had proceeded to advance through the smoke. To the agent's front another man rushed in, firing but missing the agent. Jetz emptied his handgun which failed to drop his assailant who was also wearing kevlar protection. The man reached the agent who had now pulled out his knife and was kneeling on one knee.The knife found its mark below the man's neck, and seconds later the target was no longer a threat. Breathing heavily, barely able to see through his own blood, Jetz stood up, loaded his handgun, and prepared to defend the little girl, once again, from the deadly onslaught of captors. The agent walked back to where the little girl was, paused, looking at her, and through heavy breathing in a hushed tone reassured her, "No one's gonna hurt you." The little girl half shook her head in acknowledgement yet still afraid. 
    The agent took a defensive position behind a container, his now destroyed radio hung from his badly hit vest, he swayed with the toll of combat, his tatterd uniform was nearly beyond recognition, and his vision faded as he continued to lose blood. Startling noises began to fill the agents ears , he raised his gun, hand shaking with exhaustion, with a last effort rush of adrenaline the agent prepared for another stand. "Easy, easy there agent! It's your team, where on your side, it's okay, relax Jetz, relax!" Came a voice in the direction the agent was focused on. A fully armed fellow agent came into view. With that, Jetz collapsed unconscious.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

The Consequences of Untrained Aid.

 
Okay so recently with me there has been a slight development. It all started about two years ago when the "American Knight" idea was just a youngling. I was in a Google hangouts chat with multiple people I didn't know, save for my cousins (which is why I was there). It was while I was in there that one of the participants, a young girl, was saying things that indicated some form of distress. I, wanting to be the "knight", the "special agent", decided to ask if she was okay and if everything was all right. It turns out this girl is 12 and living halfway across planet Earth. So here's were we begin about two years worth of me talking to this minor. I started when I was 17 and the possibility of legal conflict never crossed my mind, this because I was young and because my intentions were by no means negative. So anyway I find out that this minor is incredibly depressed, low self esteem, little drive, and hence her grades and social life tend to suffer. Now during this time her parents would catch her ( I hadn't yet realized she was doing this without permission, eventually I caught on). So after a while she begins talking like she's suicidal and this really bothers me because there's nothing I can do. I mean it really stresses me out, I feel that it'd be my fault if she did something and that I would have failed to reassure her that her life has value and meaning. It would really be detrimental to everything I am and want to be. Keep in mind this is 17 year old me thinking! :) So as time goes by I'm struggling to keep this girl thinking positive and with the help of some awesome friends of hers (and now mine) she keeps moving forward. It is at about this time that her parents confront me on talking to her I apologize and back off. But not for long, here is my mistake. At about this time I'm 18 and believe that it is my mission to keep this minor alive and striving for victory. This get's me and her into some trouble as she continues to try and contact me. Her parents ground her keep all electronics monitored. All things considered though, her parents were doing what any parent would, so you gotta hand it to them. I get stressed out as she doesn't seem to respect my personal schedules or needs for sleep. I become so stressed that I become unprofessional and lose touch a little. Eventually I come to terms with myself, "this isn't for me, it is for those who are hurting, for those who have been through the worst life has to offer". But not long after this her parents find out that we are talking once again. The girl I'm talking to informs me that her parents have taken screenshots of our conversation and intend to send them to the police department respective of my location in the U.S.

I guess I'm telling all this because despite my urge to help the vulnerable and suffering I failed to see that there are rules and ways to do things. The whole thing is a learning experience. It would have been nice for me to learn the legal facets of such a move on my part. It's been a week since this happened now. I've talked to a law firm, my local police department, as well as my attorney on what charges may be filed against me. He's a great guy and honest as can be. Suffice it to say a warning to all, despite your intentions however good they be, remember to respect others and the law. 

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Are You An Iron Lion?



For those who cannot protect themselves... It is my duty to cherish and protect them, I strive to be both physically and mentally capable of defending their innocence, I will defend them, It is my aim to be a worthy adversary to those who may harm them. I will protect the innocent at all costs regardless of the cost to my person, I am willing to die for them if the need arises, I am their knight, their guardian, I am their iron lion...

Sunday, August 28, 2016

ReMoved

This is a bit long but illustrates in a very clear way the life of a child in her struggle to survive from a broken home in foster care.



Saturday, August 27, 2016

Rest in Peace Innocent Child

For those who loved Victoria Martens, I offer my heartfelt condolences for their loss, and all of our loss really. May she rest in peace and may people ever realize just how precious and fragile life is. For all the innocent lives out there at risk, I offer my life if ever the need arises...


Thursday, July 14, 2016

Life is Selfish, Life is Cruel, Parents and Guardians Should Not Be.

 How long until society, our culture, our people, realize how precious and important the life of a child is. How valuable and important it is for a child to have the best, we as adults, have to offer them. For those of us who are parents, it is our obligation to ensure a safe, supportive, and direction oriented home for our children. Yet, many, many parents fail to see what it means to raise a child and instead seem to see the media and the rest of the culture as the standard of child rearing. Our culture's message about responsibility is a selfish and irresponsible one. For those of us who do not have children it is also our duty to help, protect, and have compassion for every child as the world is not their friend. As it is, few have the courage to help a child on the street or even remain vigilant when a child appears alone. Children suffer every day from those that intend to harm them but also from parents who refuse to love them as they should. To me this is terribly sad but at the same time, angers me. We must realize that a child's life and welfare is precious and that we are the ones that provide the experiences for children,  good and bad! Well, that's all for now have a good one.


Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Growing up.

"I find it hardy to deny, yet, I deny myself the time to even think about it. I refuse to allow feelings to get through to me, I close doors for no apparent reason, I shut off parts of my life that may be relevant, that may be my calling. But recently, I've opened those doors, made some mistakes, and come to realize, that this life is in fact a tough one but it is up to us how we handle the struggles of life. I personally was causing unnecessary struggles. I now realize that I strongly desire to become a father, to have children, a daughter, a son. I often wonder, am I the only guy that thinks like this, why do I think like this, how do I know this is what I should be considering? One thing is for sure, if I am to become a father, I want to be the father that our society is in need of, and not only that but also the husband that every dedicated wife deserves, as well as the man that is not afraid to run from the views of society that challenge his morals or standards. See, I consider these things, but I must consider this, with all my mistakes, with my lack of maturity, and maybe even clear direction, am I ready to father a child to support a family, to love another like no other? Am I worthy? Am I ready? All I know is I'm ready to learn and ready to tackle the tasks. Until later, wish you all the best!"~ From a viewer of Evil Stops Here. Thank you for the incredible work of art.


Sunday, June 12, 2016

Reality and Preservation of Innocent Perception

When I was younger the world seemed so much safer, so much simpler, there seemed to be so many opportunities. Now that I'm older I see that the world isn't so safe or simple. Opportunities still abound as well as numerous responsibilities. One of my many responsibilities, is ensuring that children continue to experience the safety and joy that I experienced as a child!

Friday, June 3, 2016

The Improtance of Parental Duty in a Child's Life.

While this song is on a mother addicted to drugs the message is equally powerful in showing the importance of a parent's duty to their child. Not only that but NF perfectly describes the feelings a child may have towards their parents. There are many things that take parents from their duty to their children, money, lust, greed, selfishness, drugs, and lack of solid morals. A parent's incompetence in the face of duty is NOT acceptable. I hope this song helps some and wakes others up.


Thursday, May 12, 2016

Carlie Trent found SAFE!

Carlie Trent has been found safe. Gary Simpson is now in custody. Great work by the Tennessee County police department as well as surrounding counties! Carlie is found!!

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Help Find Carlie Marie Trent!

   Missing from Rogersville Tennessee!
          Help locate this precious child!
                      #bringcarliehome

Friday, April 8, 2016

Be a Knight and Stand Firm Against the Dragon






Be a knight among dragons, protect the dignity of of those who cannot, uphold morality and justice, a guardian for the most innocent, and a worthy adversary to their enemies!

                   I have this constant theme and idea going that, "We need to be knights, that we must stand against Dragons, and that we must protect the innocent." I hope it's obvious but my point is we all have responsibilities and duties, whether that is taking a solid, well informed stand against a culturally accepted immorality, assisting the elderly with care and compassion, or simply taking on the responsibilities of parenthood.

              While I am aware that there are plenty of excellent parents and people in general out there I am also aware that there are people out there who are mediocre, who will not take  a stand for or against much and who are slack in their parental duties. Perhaps, and hopefully with a little realization, these people will see the importance of their duties and the value of having good moral standards. That is all for now I wish you all a good weekend!

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Help Those In Need

So I know that this song is very Christian but it addresses hurt and pain that is felt inside and outside Christianity. Part of doing our duty is to help those in need the best we can, I hope by posting this video I'll be able to assist those who identify with this kind of life and pain! Please give it a listen if this is you and let me know what you think!

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Extremely Unrealistically Creepy Story

            One time there was an extremely unrealistically creepy house with an extremely unrealistically creepy butler. Inside the extremely unrealistically creepy house was an extremely unrealistically creepy kitchen. Inside the extremely unrealistically creepy kitchen was an extremely unrealistically creepy stove and an extremely unrealistically creepy chimney. One extremely unrealistically creepy day the extremely unrealistically creepy butler got scared of the extremely unrealistically creepy house and went into the extremely unrealistically creepy kitchen and climbed into the extremely unrealistically creepy stove and climbed out the extremely unrealistically creepy chimney. 
  
                               THE END!
            I often tell sad or dark stories on here so I thought I'd lighten things up a bit for some of the readers. Maybe you find it obnoxious or maybe you find it pointless but here is one 100% clean creepy story you can tell to any age group! :)

Monday, January 4, 2016

Duty is Not Optional.

     
 "Protecting the innocent and defending the weak does not mean being there to help whenever there is danger it means being the role model for the children, being their go-to person for assistance, and caring even when you don't feel like it. In today's self serving society  where  good role models are few and dangers are great, our call to duty is paramount!" ~American Knight