Remember those who never came home, those who fought for you without ever knowing you.
Remember those who never came home, those who fought for you without ever knowing you.
Today Santa Fe High School in Houston, Texas became a member of a club no one wants to belong to, but too many already do when a student opened fire killing 10 and leaving 10 others harmed.
Immediately the usual debates and blame began in the media and all over social media. I’m not here to address policies, gun control, the existence of the NRA or anything like that. Not now, not here.
Also the usual “Thoughts & Prayers,” “Pray For Santa Fe” sentiments started to appear. Many took, and take offense to this and will counter these sentiments with calls to “do something.”
While I understand and share much of the anger and urgency to “do something,” at that very moment in time, while we are watching students on t.v. crying, reliving the nightmare. While we watch the anguish of the parents who have lost a child, right at that very moment, what can we do?
We cant change policy at that very moment, and while the anger is righteous, we cant forget the people who are living through this nightmare.
This is where, for me, the thoughts and prayers come in.
Should we not pray for the families, students, faculty and the entire community? Should we not pray for their peace, their strength and faith to hold them in this most trying time? Should we not uplift them with our thoughts and prayers and let them know that we are all with them and thinking of and yes, praying for and with them?
People need to do something when tragedy strikes, they need to feel like they are in someway helping, and in the moments, days and weeks that follow these tragedies, praying is the most immediate thing that can be done.
As for me, I will continue to think about and pray for these people. If that offends you, I’ll pray for you too.
Ever since we moved to Ohio, Ive always wanted to go on a ghost tour of The Ohio State Reformatory. I knew The Shawshank Redemption had been filmed there, but for me, the history, and the possible sighting of a ghost was more the draw for me.
On May 4 of this year, the husband and I took the tour. The tour is around 2 hours, and if you ever decide to take it at night, I suggest you take a flashlight because it is dark, wear comfy shoes because there is A LOT of walking. The groups go in about 20 people along with the guide and the few volunteers that accompany the group, they make sure no one gets lost, wanders off and the likes.
The guide we had was wonderful and knew so much of the places history, she also happened to be the archivist of the place. She pointed out the rooms in which Shawshank was filmed, and gave some antidotes about some of the actors.
I took some pictures but most of them turned out blurry or hard to see. There was however one particular picture that I took in the chapel area. I wanted to get a good shot of it without other people from the group being in it. As they were all making their ways out to go onto the other part of the tour, I turned to take a picture of the room, I snapped the picture and went on. It wasn’t until the next day at home I saw the dark figure standing in the back of the room. Now mind you anyone still left in the room was behind or beside me. There was no one in that part of the room and I did not see this figure in the camera as I took it. I circled the figure for the purpose of posting. Other than that, this picture has not been manipulated in any way.
As I worked the camera, the husband was taking video, and got what is perhaps the most compelling catch of the night. We were in the area of the prisoners were held in their cells. These cells are stacked 6 high and are really not bigger than your average closet. As we approached the cell where an inmate named, James Lockhart, in cell #13 on the fourth level, took his own life by douching himself with turpentine and lighting himself on fire after having been denied parole, we stopped long enough to get a video of his cell and the sign that hangs on it.
The husband and I were at the end of the line, and the guide told everyone going in to be quiet because sometimes you can hear shuffling and whispers, so we were all going slowly but quietly.
We didn’t hear any of this as we made our way through cell area, but realized once we viewed the video, even though we didn’t hear something, doesn’t mean someone didn’t have something to say. I think it says, “they are gone.” What do you think?
As we’ve previously established, I’m not really what you’d call a “country girl,” I own it because it’s true.
This was never more apparent when a sickly possibly rabid racoon came into our lives.
It started out a day pretty much like any other except for the racoon we noticed sitting on top of our mailbox, in the broad daylight looking at us like it dared us to try and remove it.
When I say this thing didn’t look good, I cant stress how much it really didn’t look good. It was snarled up, its mouth looked foamy and its fur stood on ends as if it was oiled.
The husband had to leave for work, so I’m left here with racoon Cujo on our mailbox. Eventually he made it down and was wandering the yard and straight up the middle of the road in front of our house. This thing didn’t even move when cars came up behind it, it just kept walking, and has fate would have it, it walked back into our yard.
Since we have small dogs I didn’t want to let them out with this thing on the loose, so I think – I’ll call Ohio DNR. Yeah, they’ll come out here take this thing away and all will be right in the world again.
I called them and was promptly told they couldn’t send someone as the only had 1 officer for 3 counties, BUT, I did have options. Each one more horrifying than the last. . .
She goes on to tell me in Ohio its legal to:
1) “Bash it in the head, double bag them and throw it in the trash.”
2) “Shoot it in the head, double bag it and throw it in the trash.”
* both of these were a NO.
3) “Live trap it, and release to a location away from us.”
* live trap a possibly rabid animal, and re-release it? HARD NO
4) “Just leave it alone and it will go off somewhere to die.”
I politely reminded her I was “NOT Daniel Fucking Boone.. not even Elmer Fucking Fud! I’m a city girl for the love of God and I’m UNDER ATTACK!”
She wasn’t moved. Thankfully racoon Cujo was as he eventually moved on, snarling all the way.
Even though Ive told this story many times, I always get asked to tell it again. So without further ado . . .
Many many years ago when I was married to the starter husband one of his oldest friend’s brother passed away. We of course attended the funeral, and while at this point in my life I had been to a funeral or two and growing up in the South meant I’d been around rednecks my whole life, nothing and I do mean NOTHING quite prepared me for what I would see that day…and Ive seen some shit!
As we made our way into the funeral home room where the funeral was to take we were met with Elvis music. Not the many hymns he had recorded but rather “Jailhouse Rock.”
That should have been my first clue.
Then I see the wife (who the deceased had been separated from for some time) by the casket practically throwing herself into it and whaling like Ive never heard. All the while she’s doing this the man that she’d been living with since the separation was sitting in the front (family member’s) row checking his watch like he just couldn’t wait to get out of there.
The deceased was wearing pretty much the usual redneck/good ole boy attired – Budweiser ball cap, Harley t-shirt and blue jeans. In the casket and around the back edges were unopened beer bottles, packs of Camels .. you know, the usual stuff a good ole boy would need to carry him into the afterlife.
Then IT happened. . .
The decedent’s mother entered from a side room looking every inch like Dusty Rhodes in lipstick.
She took one look around, zeroed in on the “grieving” widow and took off in a run that would shame any Kentucky Derby winner. She pounced on the widow knocking her back in the chair leaving her sprawled on her back, feet in the air and no underwear. NOT a sight anyone wants to see!
Fists were flying, hair was being pulled, words were being exchanged .. and none of them were of condolences.
Being the now redneck brawl that is was, attendees that were sitting in their chairs were on their feet. Some were screaming encouragement, some were joining in on the free for all.
The poor little funeral director man was wringing his hands, muttering and trying in vain to stop the free for all. I just knew at any minute he was gonna get sucked under all of it and get the stuffing ripped out of him for his troubles.
All the while this was happening Mom and the widow were rolling around, punching air, each other and sometimes the casket. The casket was rocking on its base threatening to topple the dead out and roll him down the aisle like the meatball on top of spaghetti. And the flowers that had been so artfully arranged around the casket were now laying in tattered heaps all over the floor.
This is when it happened – I burst into uncontrollable laughter. I just couldn’t help it; watching it all play out in front of me got the better of me.
The starter husband proceeded to try to tell me how it wasn’t appropriate to laugh at at a funeral (as if what we were seeing was appropriate?)
As I left the room to retreat to our car Elvis was singing “You Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog.”
I didn’t even dare attend the graveside services or the home gathering after it all.
I’m not going to lie though – sometimes I wonder if the second and third match of the day would have been better or worse than the first.
. . . God, how I miss the South . . .
Statistics show that approximately 7 million animals enter animal shelters nationwide every year. Approximately 2.7 million of them are euthanized.
That is 2.7 million animals who did not ask to be born, did nothing more than become unwanted, unusable, or in some cases abused and neglected at the hands of their humans. Animals that if given the chance could be wonderful additions to the right family.
While I have always believed in adopting a pet versus shopping for a pet,and statistics aside, there is a more personal reason why I am so passionate about this issue.
A few years ago I was diagnosed with some pretty serious health issues which seemingly overnight robbed me of much of my life as I knew it. I went from being an active participant in many things, including the work which I loved to someone who at times couldn’t get out of bed because of pain, or if I did get up, had to return soon because of the pain.
To make matters worse, it was Winter. If you’ve ever experienced Winter “up North” you know the sun is rare and sitting out in it for any period of time isn’t always a possibility. So even on the days I felt good, I was pretty much stuck in the house with nothing but time to think on my hands.
To say I was in a bad place emotionally would be an understatement.
Then it happened. The little miracle I wasn’t expecting.
Sitting in the house with my husband one night during a pretty bad Winter snow storm we got a knock at the door. It was a little girl who at the time lived next door.
In her hands she had a tiny little Chihuahua dog who was shaking and covered in snow. This little dog had been tossed out by her owner .. a breeder who lived up the street from us. She was thrown out because he couldn’t use her for breeding due to her having a Luxating Patella. Since she couldn’t make him money, she was of no use to him.
After verifying all of this, the husband and I took her in. Her coat was dull and brittle, she wasnt house broken, had no idea what a toy was or how to play with one, and she was terrified of a water and food bowl.
The next several weeks were spent teaching her, hand feeding and watering her until little by little she got accustomed to eating from her food dish. She got her first toy and took to playing with it like a champ. She continued to thrive in every way and the luxating patella not withstanding, the vet gave her a clean bill of heath.
While caring for and teaching her, a funny thing happened to me. I stopped obsessing about my own health problems, started feeling hope and looking forward to the future. I still had some problems but they were no longer the first thing I thought of when I woke up or the last thing I thought of before I fell asleep at night.
I had another reason for ‘being’ and to keep on keeping on, and that reason’s name is Coco Mae Briley.
Since rescuing Coco we have added to our fur family, and often joke that we’re one furbaby short of being a petting zoo.
While I love each and every one of our furbabies, and they are all spoiled rotten, Coco will always hold a very special place in my heart.
When she came to us, she needed saving. In the end though, she saved me more than she will ever know.
I was recently reminded of an event that happened not long after we moved to Ohio. I need to preface this by saying that my husband (who was raised in the country) has always calls me a “city girl.”
Not too long after we moved to Ohio we purchased a pop-up camper and decided to go camping.
Up until this time I only had one camping experience, when I went to sleep-away camp as a child. When we arrived there it was announced the “first years” duty was to clean the bathrooms. The bathrooms that were merely outhouses equipped for more than 2 people at a time. I took one look at that, called my dad to come get me.. and I never looked back.
Fast forward to the day the husband and I decided to go camping. Oh, the pop-up camper was nice enough, air conditioner, stove, fridge, pretty much all the amenities of home except for one important thing – no bathroom.
The husband said that was easily solved and we proceeded to pick out a very nice campsite in a state park, that was directly across the little path from the bathrooms. No problem, I thought. . .That’s what I get for thinking.
We had a very nice evening, settled in and went to sleep.
Well .. it happened. I woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom. Any woman of a “certain age” whose ever had a child will tell you, when that urge hits, it cannot be ignored.
I was going to wake up my husband to walk with me to the bathroom, but thought – its only across that path and the path is lite.. so off I went.
When I got there the lights inside, got set down, the lights were flickering bright to dim, one light was out which only added to the overall spooky effect.
I immediately thought to myself – this is how every single horror movie starts out – a woman, in the bathroom alone .. in the middle of the night.
Then I heard it. A howling. Then another howling, then another and I swore they were coming closer and closer to me.
That did it!
I cut it off in midstream and took off back to the camper, and by took off, I mean I ran! Pants half pulled up, ass cheeks flapping in the wind and giving any other campers who happened to be awake and looking – a second full moon of the night.
As I lay in the camper the rest of the night listening to every single sound of nature outside and trying desperately not to pee the bed, one thing kept going through my mind.
. . . . . . City girls should not go camping.
Unless you’re new here you’re probably already aware of the fact that Deric Lostutter aka KYAnoymous was remanded into Federal Custody yesterday, one month early, for violating terms of his release.
One would think that this would be the end (at least for now) to the Deric Lostutter saga. But as with anything related to this man, it only leads to more questions and a trip farther down the rabbit hole.
Late yesterday evening Deric’s wife, Jennifer took to his blog and posted a “whoa is Deric” blog post. You can read the entire blog here in this screenshot if you don’t feel like going to it directly and run the possibility of viruses, etc.
In this post she alleges the government “forcibly kidnapping” her husband for her exercising her free speech and supporting her husband.
She also brings up (more than once) the blog, her Instagram, etc is outside the jurisdiction of Kentucky. What she fails to, or refuses to understand is – Deric could have been in a spaceship on the planet Mars and he would have still been in violation. State jurisdiction has nothing whatsoever to do with it.
But the thing that struck me the most is the selfie picture she posted of Deric supposedly at work on his “construction job” on a cell phone that he may or may not have been permitted to have.
This raises even more questions, especially in light of the fact that he recently filed appeal papers (pro-se) for his federal sentence, and when he filed he filed to appeal Forma Pauperis .
You can read the filing in full here. I’ll be breaking down key points below.
In the section in which he had to list employers (most recent employer first) he lists his last job as TGI Fridays – ending in February 2017.
In the financial part of the appeal for Forma Pauperis, he puts zero as the amount they receive in gifts How can they claim zero when he currently runs a GoFund Me account he tags as as being “on behalf of Jennifer Lostutter,” and as his “bill fund?”
A GoFund Me account that as of yesterday showed a total of $13,753.00 available. Fund is archived here.
This does not include the other many donation funds he has created and received money from in the past two plus years. None of this money was disclosed.
This brings us to another point. In this paperwork it asks who else in the household relies on he and his wife for support. Deric lists his step-son .. who he nor she have physical custody of and who in fact Jenny is in arrears for in the child support she is to pay to the parties who have custody of him.
Now, before you ask how I can be certain she does not have custody? Well beyond the fact of the court proceedings of a few years back in which she lost custody – she as much as says so in the below IG post she made two days ago when she states it was a nice week with the kids and she’s always glad when she can have them together.
So .. you’re behind in child support – do not have physical custody of said child, yet leads court to believe he is with you?
He goes on to affirm that he is the sole provider as his wife is “unable to work”
She is unable to work, yet here she is on the blog post she wrote, begging for money to offset bills while she works to support their child.
While her working status is something for the courts do determine if and when the time is right – but one thing is for certain – she’s already “working” full time at begging the public for a living. .. just like Deric taught her.
All of this brings me to my point, and that point is – How can someone who has over at least twelve thousand dollars at their disposal, maybe more when all the other begging accounts are factored in (not to mention had a construction job they “forgot” to mention in their paperwork) be considered indigent and unable to pay his legal fees for a an appeal he (as part of his plea agreement) swore NOT to file?
Jenny has now gone full Deric and started to beg for her and her child’s living claiming all other funds raised on the above archived GoFund Me account has gone to “legal defense,” never mind the legal defense is a separate funding account, run by his defense attorney, Tor Eckeland.
Defense fund donations page:
Today during a federal violation hearing it was determined that Deric Lostutter had indeed violated the terms of his release.
With this determination he was immediately taken into custody early.
He was previously set to surrender himself to prison on May 18, 2017.
Had Deric not spent his last few weeks of freedom attempting to intimidate others including a high profile South Florida lawyer, or flipping the bird for Instagram, he may have had these last few days to spend with his baby daughter.
Instead he chose to once again thumb his nose at the courts and the orders set forth for him.
Typical Deric is typical.
Follow @MURTWITNESSONE on Twitter as well for videos and updates.
According to William K Murtaugh who was in the courtroom the judge was very unhappy with Deric. When he asked defense attorney what could be done to keep Deric from further violating if released today, defense could offer no reasonable solution.
Judge also went on to predict (that) Deric would violate terms of release within one month of being released from prison.
In keeping in true Deric fashion, he allowed his attorney to throw his own wife under the bus by allowing him to argue that Deric had no idea she was posting videos or pictures of him online. . . never mind the fact these were on Instagram which posts automatically to the internet.
Defense also argued that this was an attempt by Alexandria Goddard to somehow sink the civil case against her. The judge was having none of it and basically made it known that he didn’t care what others had done – Deric did not have to do what he did and his flipping the bird to the camera was basically an attempt to intimidate others. The judge went on to call Deric and bully, going on to say he liked to threaten others.
More updates to come …
Read also, Lexington Herald Leader regarding today’s hearing.
Deric has been booked into the Grayson County, Kentucky jail awaiting his placement in a Federal Facility.
Someone once told me I had the most dedicated trolls ever. Today after seeing the below comment that was left on a previous blog post I’d done, I have to say … I believe they were right.
It came from a TOR browser because all trolls and cowards just love them some anonymity.
Now we all know The Lostutters have the combined IQ of a bag of used G-Stings, and I cant prove either one of them left this comment because .. dedicated trolls. But then again, stranger things have happened.
Let’s face it – neither of them have much regard for court orders, laws or rules.