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Friday, February 20, 2004

the day the music died




Denial is over, the worst has yet to begin.
No more, " Pat has a different story." will be told by the
unknowing mother.

Pat's stories are over.
Pat was once a young child being brutalised by someone, no one
noticed, no one came to his rescue. Now Pat has graduated into
a practiced Pediafile. He cannot be saved.
Pat systematically set children up, bribed, cajoled,
threatened, then molested them for personal gratification.

How can you push this under the rug? it's a fact, it happened,
and has probably been happening for years.
The question is, who did this to Pat? Who robbed Pat of his
childish innocence, used and abused him and made him keep the
secret?

I am sorry that no signs were noticed, that Pat went on alone in
his world of pain and rejection with no one to hear his silent
plea's for help.
No one heard Pat.
Someone heard Daine however, and Pat must be stopped.

I think Pat is very far gone, anyone that can molest a small boy
when others are present in the house, and act as if nothing is
wrong, can stand by and watch the same child's humilation
because the child can no longer control his bowels, with a cold
and uncaring eye, and can accept money with a smile for baby-
sitting, is beyond my comprehension.

We failed Pat, let him be the last child, let us open our eyes,
and keep our children safe.

Education stops abuse, we must tell the story,
and we must tell it Right.

I once knew a woman who sang the blues, I asked her for some happy news, she just smiled and turned away.

(American Pie, Don Mc Lean)

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

I WISH

I wish there was a way to take back harsh words once they are said.

I wish there was a way to change a path you took when it turned out to be the wrong way.

I wish I hadn't eaten that left over sandwich :((

I wish my brothers could understand that I am not the total flake they think I am.

I wish I could re-write history.

Oh how happy I would be.

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Warning.... this is graphic material




Daine and I have been through hell the last few days, I haven't told anyone. I wrote this letter in my mind to Cathy the woman that we lived with last summer,I won't be talking to her, but if I did, this is what I would say.
The experts say that Daine will be fine.... but will he?
Glena







How dare you tell me, "We know that Daine lies."
We both know that Daine didn't lie. Patrick hit him that day that I told you, then told you a farfetched tale that YOU bought, because you are in Denial. YOU decided that your son didn't hit Daine, even though I heard the smack, and saw the welt.

Kenny knew something. Remember when you were Correcting Kenny, and he changed the subject with "Patrick isn't what you think, there are things about Patrick you don't know." and you immediatly assumed that it was drugs and started going on about, "Pat you have to tell me if its drugs."
I watched Pat's face go white, and I knew that it wasn't drugs.. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was something terrible.

Meanwhile he had been sodomising Daine all summer, leaveing bruises on Daine's back that I couldn't connect to any normal activity.. (GAWD was I naive) Daine's bowels started exploding at that time... guess what? that is a sign of SODOMY.. Sodomy is what YOUR Patrick has been doing to my son, WHO incidently Doesn't lie. YOUR son lies, and rapes small children, and hits them and threatens them with harm.

Your son is already dead, do you know that? There is no cure for a pediafile, Patrick is a pediafile.
I wish Patrick had to go through the examinations, and pictures, and Questioning that my BABY had to go through yesterday.
Pictures of Daine's Genitalia, Rectal exams, Penis exams...
All this because Patrick treated my child like a cheap sex toy, all this because, YOU are an overbearing, controlling, in denial, lying stupid bitch... DO you think I want to talk to you? DO you think I have anything to say? YOU thought me weak, you thought you could manipulate me like you have your children and husband, but it aint going to happen, YOUR going down, your main concern is money, well get used to being poor, I am suing you for everything, do you think I am paying for the medical and the therapy that I need to get for my child?
Isn't it ironic, that Pat accepted money for watching Daine? He got money and sexual pleasure as well, what a deal.
We think he molested Cole your neighbor, and he tried Bradley but Bradley ran away, and Daine had to stay and take it up the ass.
Isn't it wonderful that I raised such a loving sweet trusting child? and your raised two Sociopathic pieces of shit? Your mothering skills make this world a more dangerous place to live. THANK GOD you only had two, and they will both be in prison before too long anyway.
These monster's didn't happen over night.. they were created over the years, get some counceling for yourself while your at it, and try to listen..
Don't call me anymore, I don't want your friendship. I dont want your disease.
I always cringed when you handed out your advice to everyone in earshot. I felt you were so clueless. I knew that I could never talk to you, you would not get it, YOU thought you were the enlightened one.

ARE you still trying to say, my son lied, or was mistaken? or on drugs after you and Pat got to talk to the police yesterday?
It wouldn't surprise me.
I want apologies, I want money and I want Patrick in Jail.
I want you to pull your head out of your ass, and face this awful truth, I had to. I had two nights of no sleep because I couldn't get the pictures out of my head of your son pushing my child into the bed rails and sodomising him till he begged him to stop. Then Daine going into the bathroom and facing further humiliation because he couldn't control his bowels. Guess who was first to condem Daine's Hygene??? YOU of course...
I want this to end, and I want my child's innocense back.
I lost my job because of this, possibly my future in the daycare business, thanks to you, everything is messed up, thanks to your horrible monster, my son will have to be monitored.
go to hell.
Glena

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