Good
morning,
Quote
of the day:
“Being
in politics is like being a football coach; you have to be smart
enough to understand the game, and dumb enough to think it is
important.”
Eugene McCarthy
After
reading the next segment I would like to know what your thoughts are
on child abuse and its prevention.
Julie
Valentine
In
research of this item I discovered a few things. The state of South
Carolina is one of the leaders in rape and child abuse per capita in
the USA and Greenville county leads the state. Keep this in mind
when reading what comes next.
25
years ago close to Valentine's Day a man was out in an open field on
the southeast side of Greenville, SC. He was gathering wild flowers
to bring to his wife for Valentine's Day. This particular field had
been used as a trash dump by those jackasses with no class. The
gatherer stumbled upon a box that previously contained a new vacuum
cleaner from Sears, noticed a peculiar odor and opened the box. To
his horror he found the corpse of a days old female infant with the
umbilical cord and placenta included. This was the days before cell
phones so the man went to the closest commercial establishment and
called the cops. The cops arrived and began a detailed
investigation. The infant was wrapped in bloody rags and covered in
a days old copy of the Wall Street Journal. An autopsy was performed
and there was no abnormalities, in fact there was air in the lungs
meaning that the child had taken a breath and this means the baby was
alive at one point. Are you disgusted yet? Are you asking why the
mother did not give the baby up for adoption? Anyway, the cops tried
to track down any subscribers to the Wall Street Journal in the area
and were not able to tie anything together. They began interviewing
anyone that passed the site and found two witnesses that said they
saw a red Pontiac Fiera sports car parked near there a few days
before the corpse was discovered. There had been just a few of these
automobiles sold in the USA meaning that tracking one down here
should be easy. It did not happen. They were able to track down the
box that held the corpse and it came down to an elderly couple that
lived a considerable distance away and they were eliminated as
suspects. They also did a detailed investigation of the man that
found the corpse and that went nowhere. DNA comparison was in its
infancy but there was plenty of blood for sampling. The problem was
they had no one to compare with the blood sample. They found three
hairs, two Caucasian and one black but as with the blood sample they
had no one to compare them to. The baby was Caucasian. The official
name of the baby was Baby Jane Doe but the police named her Julie
Valentine. The name Julie came from a woman that was a local heroine
deep into the advocacy of abused women and children. Valentine came
from the time of the year she was found. The local rape crisis
center here is the Julie Valentine Center. She was buried at a local
cemetery with a bronze plaque saying “Baby Jane Doe” and “Julie
Valentine” under that. The police have not given up on this
one...and they shouldn't. I have a few crosses that I am bearing and
I am sure that those involved in this tragedy are also. Thanks to
Lyn R. for most of this information.
One
of my female subscribers bitched me out about my prologues here
lately. She said they needed more “bite” to them. These
prologues should get the job done.
The
TV series “Band of Brothers” was about the 101st
Airborne, “Easy” company in particular. In basic paratrooper
training at Camp Toccoa, Georgia one of the obstacles that the
trainees had to conquer was a nearby mountain named “Currahee” by
the Creek Indians. All training units had to run up and down that
mountain several times during their training curriculum. The running
of that course was exceptionally grueling and the 101st
adopted the word “Currahee” as their motto. A while back a
member of the 101st
was wounded by a roadside bomb in Iraq. It took off both legs and
did something to his mind. He became essentially a zombie. He lay
in bed, looking but not seeing, listening but not hearing, eating and
drinking but not tasting, etc. His mother and father came to his
bedside and were with him constantly getting no response from their
son. This warrior was visited by General Petraus who was the
commander of the 101st
at one point in his career. He spoke to the wounded man for several
minutes to no avail. He turned to leave but at the last minute the
General turned and said in a loud voice “CURRAHEE” and the
warrior’s leg stumps began moving and soon he sat bolt upright in
the bed and acknowledged those around him. A year later the warrior
is moving around very well with artificial limbs and has recovered
all of his communication skills. Later on General Petraus visited
this man once again and they hugged each other amid many tears. God works in
mysterious ways, y’all.
A
while back I met an old friend that I had not seen in a couple of
years and we got re-acquainted. He told me that his wife of 47 years
had mysteriously died about a year before and he was at a loss as to
how to deal with the grief. He said that she knew the end was coming
by the things she said and preparations she made. One morning she
arose, showered and dressed for work. She told my friend that she
was going to lay down on the couch and take a short nap before going
to work. She never woke up. The doctors could not find a thing wrong
with her except her heart just just stopped. I did not pursue that
because he got a choked up talking about it. He told me that a
little later on he was standing in the bathroom shaving when he saw
his wife in the mirror standing behind him and she was radiant. He
turned around and they hugged and he asked how she got there. She
said that she was allowed this one visit and told him that it was
time for him to get on with his life and stop grieving as best he
could. He said he closed his eyes in tears and when he opened them
she was gone. I do not know where reality lies here except that it
certainly is real in the mind of my friend and that is all I need to
know.
Thanks
for listening I can hardly wait until tomorrow
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