Parents and Children Being Bullied and Doxxed by Vengeful School Boards

Here’s what one parent had to say on Facebook. I’m withholding her name to protect her identity.

“I think I am going to throw up! I’m having a PTSD moment.

Please read the entire post and share. Parents need to know.

This man should be prosecuted to the fullest extend of the law in which is possible. Cyber Crimes and Stalking and Doxxing and a whole slew of other charges they can find!

Why do I feel this way? As you have been made of aware what happened to my child and the dysfunction by so called professional Educators and so called Professional Councilors and even a School Psychologist involved. Targeting and bullying and destroying a child and a parent. To my surprise after even dealing with legal aid who did absolutely nothing and I am doing everything possible I can for my son I get all my child’s education records!

I suggest to all parents you do the same. You might be surprised of what you might find!!

There is a envelope in my child’s education files! What do I find? I find Hippa Law Violation: Private medical records sent to the school and it even had mentioned my personal information and of course no one would believe me and everyone else covered their asses! Till this day no one has been prosecuted for anything these so called professionals did to my child and breaking laws.

Just disgusted at what these people have lowered themselves to, Arizona Educators, here in Ohio and across America.”

Doxxing cyber bullying

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My take:

This is bullying on a grand scale, by school officials. And my advice to these parents is to take their kids out of public school and homeschool right away. Taking their kids out of these schools is the only way to even hope to hold these school officials accountable. Because with each child that exits public schools goes an average of $100.00 of funding per day in attendance. And it adds up quickly! Without kids, schools lose money! So, hit them where it hurts, parents!

With knowledge comes empowerment!

Townies, Cronies, and Hayseeds II C8-10

“Ooooh, will ya look at this, guys!”

Bruce paused and Jane flinched as they looked up and saw Chandler, Kevin, Ron, and Bryson approaching. In the street behind them was a waiting quad-cab pick-up truck, which was a shiny, new, silver Ford F-150. A shiny new red sports car pulled in behind the truck and out stepped Daniel from the driver’s side. Alice in Chains’ “Them Bones” blared from the car’s speakers as Breanna got out of the passenger side. Then, a third vehicle pulled up, a jeep, in which sat Audrey and Ashley. Both girls climbed out.

As the group of eight approached the new couple, Chandler spoke again.

“Damn, Bruce! We didn’t think you had it in you, boy!” he said.

Jane looked at Bruce.

“Look, Bruce. Let’s just go. I don’t want any drama and I hate fighting. Please let’s just go. You don’t have to prove anything to those creeps! I already know you’re a man!” Jane pleaded.

The Bullies Lay Down the Gauntlet

“Jane, I’m not running from these worthless pieces of shit!” Bruce said as he and Jane wrapped their arms tighter around each other.

“Well, isn’t that sweet! The lover boy is protecting his sweet love. ‘Must be really nice,” Breanna taunted.

“We’ve waited a long time for this, Jane! What? ‘You really believe the reprieve you got was by accident? Did you really believe we’d just give up and go away? Huh?” Audrey asked in a mocking tone.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” Jane growled, looking at Breanna as if to dare her, “What? Are you a bunch of stalkers now?”

Ashley scoffed before speaking.

“Stalkers? Ha-ha!” Ashley mocked before turning to Breanna and Audrey, then to each the guys, “Did you hear that, y’all? She just called us, us…a bunch of stalkers! Can you believe the audacity of this bitch?”

“Damn, boy! Ya girlfriend’s got bigger balls than you do!” Ron derided.

Challenging the Bullies

“Oh, really! Are you so stupid as to think that eight people on two makes you a man? Hell, you couldn’t survive without your wingmen, could you, Chicken Chandler?” Bruce challenged as he stepped in front of Jane, glaring at the bullies and placing his arms akimbo, “So, I tell ya what. If you’re a man, prove it! Take me one on one! Without any interference from your buddies! I dare ya!”

The split-second micro-expression of surprise flashed across Chandler’s face before he looked around at his friends.

“Boy, this bastard has great big, hairy balls the size of watermelons, don’t he?” He said before his friends roared in mocking laughter.

Chandler then turned back to Bruce.

“Alright, freak! I accept your challenge!” He said as he pulled off his muscle shirt to reveal six-pack abs, a bulging chest and well-chiseled guns.

Put Up or Shut Up

Jane just stood there, speechless, as she watched Bruce pulled his tee shirt off to reveal the same. Each boy faced each other, each placing a dominant leg back and throwing up their dukes. Chandler danced backwards, trying to dance around Bruce, prompting Bruce to slowly turn, maintaining his focus on him and his fisted guard up.

The girls surrounded Jane, prompting Jane to take a defensive stance, placing one leg behind the other and putting her hands up in preparation. The girls flinched and backed off.

“Yeah! That’s what I thought!” Jane snapped, raising her voice.

“That’s okay! We’ll get you after Chandler’s finished with your boyfriend…slut!” Breanna growled.

Meanwhile, Chandler took a swing at Bruce, but Bruce dodged and belted him in the stomach, then caught him under the chin with an upper cut. This caused Chandler to bite his tongue and his head to snap back.

Seeing Chandler stumbling, coughing, grabbing his wounded torso, and spitting blood, the other boys immediately charged Bruce. Seeing what was about to happen, Jane screamed.

“Bruce! Behind you!”

Sample Canva Creation

Inspired by one of my fellow bloggers, Betty, I have a new interest in Canva, and thought I’d try it and get my feet wet. It’s certainly not the best as I’m far from being an expert at designing, but it’s a start one must crawl before they can walk.

But oooh! Canva is so fun and it’s definitely sprouting a new hobby!

Songs That Lift Your Spirits

No matter what I might have been going through in the past, music has always made my day. I’d either rock out to hair bands like Dokken, Motley Crue, and Judas Priest; or shake my booty to some Janet Jackson, Cece Peniston, and Paula Abdul. Whatever your taste, music sure does lift the soul!

Here are a few tunes that can light a fire under my butt:

“Turbo” – Judas Priest

“Lightning Strikes Again” – Dokken

“Mr. Scary” – Dokken

“Wildside” – Motley Crue

“Because of Love” – Janet Jackson

“Promise of a New Day” – Paula Abdul

“Hit by Love” – Cece Peniston

“Finally” – Cece Peniston

Townies, Cronies, and Hayseeds II C8-6

And sure enough, they did! And they didn’t even wait.

On the first day of the new school year, Jane was much more excited about her sophomore year than she had been her freshman year the year before. She walked through the school entrance and into the crowded front area, notebook in her arms. One of the friends Jane had made the previous school year, Bruce McCauley, was leaning against the wall just beside a row of lockers when he saw her enter the school. His face immediately lit up.

Bruce approached Jane with twinkling eyes and a genuine smile.

“Hiya, Jane!” he greeted cheerfully as he walked beside her, “How was your summer?”

“Eh, ‘could’ve been better, ‘could’ve been worse,” Jane answered, “And yours?”

“Boring, as usual,” Bruce answered.

Jane looked over at him and smiled.

Reunited with Friends

Bruce was sixteen, a year older than Jane, and already six feet, one inch tall to her tiny five feet, two. He was a husky, rugged boy with hair that was dark, think, and wavy. He always wore faded jeans, work boots, and a nice tee shirt. Jane also remembered that, during the cold months, Bruce had worn either his signature black, leather jacket, or a bomber. The latter, he would always wear during the winter freezes.

“Well, howdy!” A voice called out from behind them.

Bruce and Jane turned to see a smiling Roxie catching up, followed by Andy and Brenda.

“Hi, Roxie. Hi, Brenda.” Jane greeted as she hugged both girls.

“How’s it going, man?” Bruce greeted as he slipped Andy some skin.

“Can’t complain. Dad helped me buy a motorcycle and I got to ride it to school today. No more big, yellow banana buses for my mama’s a-baby boy!” Andy quipped, cutting up with a gleam in his eye.

Teenage Hopes

“Awesome, man,” Bruce responded excitedly, “I’m working on getting a set of wheels myself! My dad found an old ’79 firebird in a junkyard. He, my uncle, and two of my brothers are refurbishing it now. They’ve already rebuilt the motor and dropped it in. Now, they’re working on the paint job. Then next, the interior. I should have it in another month or two. Damn! I love old cars!”

Bruce then turned and winked at Jane, smiling. Jane smiled back. Roxie noticed the silent exchange between Bruce and Jane. She playfully nudged Jane with her elbow and smiled.

Girrrrrl!” she gushed, “He’s gonna ask you out!”

Bruce looked at Jane again and smiled.

“You never know,” he said.

“Aw, man! Don’t leave us in suspense here. Now, are you gonna ask Jane out or not?” Andy bantered.

“C’mon, Andy! Suspense is what makes life exciting,” Bruce bantered back as he snaked his arm around Jane’s shoulders.

Break Time is Over

Suddenly, Chandler shoved past Bruce, deliberately broad arming him as he walked by, followed by Breanna, Audrey, Ashley, and Kevin.

Bruce stopped suddenly. He then spun around and gave Chandler a threatening glare.

“Next time, look where the hell you’re going, asshole!” Chandler shouted back.

“Why don’t you go suck a-!” Bruce began before Roxie cut him off.

“Screw ‘em, Bruce. They’re not worth the powder to blow ‘em up!” Roxie told him loudly, hoping they’d hear her, before giving the clique a disdainful glare.

Andy stood there, staring at the clique as they disappeared through the crowd. He then shook his head and sighed.

“And so, it begins,” he said dreadfully.

Hidden Declaration of Bullies and Evil Despots

They said we are the Gods of this earth

And none but we should have any worth

They shall own nothing and be happy

So force them into lives we’d find crappy

For they should work for us not us for them

So let’s make the skies over their heads dim

And shake the peasants down of every last drop

Of freedom, automony, dollar, livestock, and crop

The only way for them is either poor or dead

They shall be as the foot and we as the head

There’s no in-between, no alternatives nor if ands or buts,

We buy out and take over the land or we go nuts

We kill all the livestock, destroy every source of food

We manipulate and make them think it’s for their own good

We execute and escalate this plan with each generation

Until we succeed in completing their re-education

We use and weaponize a virus

To ensure they do not defy us

For we desire to be lords of their lives

As we rape and kill their wives

And their children too for they grow up to fight

So we must crush the young with our might

By instituting mandates that will render them ill

Only when they are sick, can we weaken their will

Let us pillage and plunder their belongings

And leave them destitute, lacking and longing

Their resolve we resent

We hate their dissent

Their spirit we mock

We scowl at their stock

Their happiness we despise

We loathe the old and wise

Their history we rewrite

Their pride is only spite

We cannot let them unite

Let division be their plight

Our desire to sow discord

Their resources we will horde

Let’s burn all the forests

in which  subjects hunt and forage

We despise biology and nature

Because we didn’t create it

Let’s burn the churches too

For we are now gods over you

We’ll take the place of Jesus

To ensure that everyone sees us

As their rightful rulers

Providers and healers

We want it all

We will not fall

It’s all or its nothing

If we can’t make the calls

We’ll ensure that humanity falls.

We’ll blow up each city and town

And take the whole world down

To the pits of hell

Where our god dwells

For we are the gods of the earth

And the rest of you are only surfs

If we can’t rule you

We will kill you

Tis the evil attitudes of despots

Who wish to call all the shots

Attention Fellow Bloggers! I Finally Got My Answer

Greetings fellow bloggers! As you know, I have been blocked from engaging with other bloggers for about six months now. Several times since, I have tried to politely negotiate with the overlords of Automattic and WordPress to no avail. I even asked if this was temporary and still got no answer until now.

Before I go on, know that I’m deeply sorry this has happened and that I would like, follow, and engage with your posts if I could. It’s getting to the point that sometimes, I can post comments, but sometimes I’m unable to. And I’m truly sorry for that.

Today, after my last attempt to negotiate with Automattic, I was informed that the block was permanent, as you have read above. They finally gave me my answer. And I think they gave it to me out of emotion because from the tone of this email. I think they were quite pissed that I wouldn’t shut up about it. However, I had right to know how long they intended to restrict this blog.

Also, they threatened to block me from support if I contacted them again. They stated that they did not want to hear from me again, for anything.

Therefore, on March 7, of next year, I will either move to another blog platform, have my own domain and website set up, or go back to the free version of WP. I refuse to pay 308.00 to these people, just to be restricted. When I pay for a platform, I want my money’s worth and I expect to get it.

I do believe that, back in May, though unintentionally, I angered someone at WordPress. Maybe they didn’t like a blog post, maybe they didn’t like the fact that I was giving advice on bullying because people who give advice to targets of bullying have been attacked online for the past year or two.  Certain groups do not like the fact that we’re empowering targets.

Nevertheless, I let them know that I would not be bullied by them any longer and basically told them that they could take this platform and shove it. This may get me de-platformed, but at this juncture, I could care less. I only hope that none of you get caught in their line of fire, as the last six months have been discouraging to say the least.

Know that I love you all and that if they decide to get butt-hurt over my response to them and retaliate, they will only show their true colors and how little they value their paying customers. Because if they can restrict me, they can also do the same to any one of you.

However, what they fail to realize is that without us, there wouldn’t be an Automattic or a WorPress. They would be up a creek.

And if they remove this site, I will miss you all. But I will set up another site somewhere else. So, this is not goodbye.

With love always,

Cherie

Townies, Cronies, and Hayseeds II C8-4

On the day before Thanksgiving, Atticus came home from the hospital, wearing an eye patch. And just in time for Christmas, he returned to work.

Brielle, Jo, and the other waitresses threw a huge “Welcome Back” party for Atticus on the day of his return. All the customers in the dining area joined the party, glad to see the owner of their favorite restaurant return.

The restaurant was decked out in Christmas decorations. A medium-sized Christmas tree stood in the lined windows next to the entrance and wreaths hung on the double door to the kitchen and break room. A banner hung over the dining area, which read, “Welcome back Atticus! You’re just in time for Christmas!”

The song, “I’ll be Home for Christmas,” blared over the speakers and everyone cheered as Atticus arrived, wearing an eyepatch, and walking on a cane.

“It’s only temporary,” Atticus told them all, “I’ll be able to ditch this thing in a month or two.”

“Welcome back, Atticus,” Brielle said with a smile as she hugged who she thought of as the best boss a lady could have.

With his sister, Jo, at his side, Atticus passed through the crowd as customers gathered around. The female customers hugged him and the male customers giving him friendly slaps on the back and handshakes.

On the marquee outside also announced Atticus’ return, reading “Merry Christmas from Bobtail Bud’s” and “Welcome Back Atticus,” underneath the first message.

Everyone was singing and cheering when suddenly, Jo looked up, in the direction of the front entrance. Her eyes widened. The surprised look on her face then turned to a scowl.

“Oh, my God! I knew we shouldn’t have announced this on the marquee outside!” she said disdainfully.

“What are you talking about?” Brielle asked.

Jo pointed toward the entrance.

Brielle and everyone around them looked in the direction Jo was pointing and, sure enough, Bobby, Ashton, Grant, and Aaron had walked in. The four lawmen were looking dead at them and smirking as they took an empty booth.

“Welp, there goes my appetite!” Brielle remarked.

“Ugh! Yours and mine both!” Jo added, her voice dripping with disgust.

Brielle stood there, hands on hips, giving the lawmen a contemptuous glare.

“So, are you even close to finding the people who assaulted Atticus early last month?” she asked in a cold tone of contempt.

“Sorry, so far, we’ve found nothing,” Ashton responded, the response being more of a taunt than an answer.”

“Gee, now! Why am I not surprised? But you can bet that if Crawford were still alive, he’d still be sheriff and he would have had quite a few leads by now,” Brielle taunted back.

Bobby came to a sudden pause. His eyes flashed, as did the eyes of the other three county cops as they all turned and looked at Brielle, then at Atticus and the other coworkers around her. The customers also heard Brielle’s remark.

“Ooooh!” One young male customer shouted derisively before everyone in the restaurant burst into loud cackles, guffaws, and horselaughs.

Without taking his eyes of rage off Brielle, Bobby and the deputies slowly and threateningly rose from their seats and stood, directly facing Brielle and the other restaurant staff.

“Well, Crawford’s dead now, ain’t he?” Bobby growled angrily through his teeth.

“Oh, you’re right, he is, which was pretty doggone convenient for you,” Brielle said point blank.

“You don’t know shit about it, gal! Which is why it’s a damn good thing you aren’t sheriff, and I am,” Bobby thundered in utter outrage.

“For you, that’s a very good thing, Bobby. Because, if I was, you’d be in jail, along with the rest of your sycophants,” Brielle said in a calm, confident tone.

“Really? Let’s get one thing straight, Brielle! We don’t have to explain anything to you!” Ashton bit angrily.

“It’s just as well. Even if you tried, I don’t think you could,” Brielle, ever so calmly, fired back.

Bringing My Grievance to God

Dear Lord, faithful and true. My heart and soul begs for blessing and deliverance from my circumstances, yet you do not answer. My heart and soul languishes, and desires to climb upward, yet it seems that you have turned your face and refuse to open a pathway upward. This hurts, oh, Lord. I seek your face only to see your back. I pray for increase and elevation, only to remain anchored. I seek bountiful blessings only to get a few crumbs tossed my way. When it seems that you have answered my prayers, it turns out to be a joke from the devil. How long, oh Lord must I languish? How long will I continue to be disappointed amd heartbroken? What do I do to work toward the blessings I seek. Lord, I’m being honest, I feel that you have forsaken me, rejected me, left me to fend for myself in this evil world. Will I ever see those blessings, Lord? Is your answer a “wait” or is it a “no?” This I must know, Lord. I must know so that I can know when to cut my losses, let it go, and find another purpose, perhaps one that you will bless, favor, and one that is in line with your will.

Bless me oh, Lord. I pray you, I beg you, I beseech you, I implore you.

In Jesus name, Amen

Townies, Cronies, and Hayseeds II C7.13

Luckily, things took a turn for the better. The following week, Brielle began working as a waitress at “Bobtail Bud’s Buffet.” Bobtail Bud’s was a part of “The Double Nickel Truck Stop.” The Double Nickel was one of the newer businesses in northern Glover County, just outside of the town of Mills, which was just a mile from the county line on Hwy 72. The truck stop consisted of a nice restaurant (Bobtail Bud’s), a hotel, and a small grocery store. It even had a truck wash in the back. The building was a long, tan-bricked structure with a large, lighted highway shield just under the name of the business. Inside the shield was the number 55.

The restaurant was open 24 hours and always packed with customers, a few locals but mostly truckers who were passing through. It didn’t take Brielle long to smile and banter her way into the hearts of all the truckers who stopped there to have a bite to eat. She even charmed her way into the heart of Atticus Carpenter, the owner and manager. She also made a friend out of Josephine, Jo for short, who was an older waitress and Atticus’ sister. She and Atticus took Brielle under their protective wings.

Positive Change

In the years since Brielle graduated Thomasville, she had become expert at opening doors with only a smile. Over the years, she’d developed a killer charm that was rare in Glover County. The transformation was almost unbelievable, even for Brielle. She had indeed gone from a bullied, painfully shy and withdrawn teenager to a highly confident, outgoing, and charismatic young lady.

As the weeks rolled by, Brielle raked in the tips from the truckers. She had such a way of making the truckers feel relaxed around her. She made it a point to make them feel good about themselves. It was because of her outgoing and down-to-earth nature that complimented her long blonde hair and svelte, hourglass figure, that the tips rolled in, earning Brielle as high as two hundred, fifty dollars in tips on some nights, and as low as one fifty on others. The tips more than compensated for her minimum wage hourly salary.

Each waitress was allowed to keep all her tips because Atticus, an older man of about 55, was a fair man who didn’t believe in splitting tips. He knew that any time waitresses were made to split their tips, the laziest of them would get rewarded unfairly.

Brielle Granted Divorce in Absentia

The following week, having filed for divorce just before she left California, Brielle had been granted her divorce in absentia as the courts took her fear of running into Bill and the numerous past police reports of domestic violence into consideration. Bill was ordered to pay Brielle four thousand dollars per month in child and spousal support.

On Wednesday night, just before Thanksgiving, Bobtail Bud’s was buzzing with truckers and travelers headed to see family for the holiday. Dave Dudley’s “Six Days on The Road” was playing loud over the speakers.

Brielle was on the job serving a table full of truckers their meals and bantering with them when she looked up and saw Sheriff Bobby walk through the front entrance. She paused and he glared at her from across the dining area. And when their eyes met, Bobby’s eyes seemed to pierce right down into her soul.

Atticus, who was back in the kitchen, happened to look through the pass through, and notice Bobby too. The owner/manager stopped suddenly as his face changed from smiles and laughter with the other cooks to the look of contempt toward the crooked sheriff.

Unwelcome Customers

Ashton came in after Bobby and they both took a seat at one of the booths and each grabbed a menu off the menu rack that sat on the table.

Brielle came back to the pass through and turned in the empty tray. Atticus saw the ashen look on her face.

“Is everything okay, Brielle. You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Atticus said, concerned.

Brielle leaned through the pass through to get closer to Atticus so that he could hear her over all the noise.

“Atticus, please tell me I don’t have to serve those two. Please. Let the newest waitress have them,” she pleaded, “I just can’t deal with them.”

“The sheriff and the deputy sheriff?” Atticus asked.

Brielle paused before answering.

“Yes.”

“I completely, understand. You go back in the back. I’ve got this,” Atticus assured her as he took her hand in his and patted it.

Atticus removed his apron and came out of the kitchen. He walked across the dining area and approached the table where the two crooked lawmen sat.

“How can I help you gentlemen?” Atticus asked with slight sarcasm in his tone.

Atticus Confronts the Bullies

“Well, well, Atticus Carpenter. Long time no see,” Sheriff Bobby said with a smug grin.

“Not long enough,” Atticus sneered.

“We just thought we’d come by and see how business was doing here and to get something to eat. Wow! Looks like you’re doing good for yourself these days, Atticus,” Deputy Ashton Childers said with a smirk.

“You’re right. I am, and it’s because I keep out the riffraff!” Atticus said rudely.

“The riffraff, huh?” Bobby said. He then pointed at Brielle, “Like that thing over there? I mean, damn, Atticus. You’ll hire anybody, won’t you?”

Ashton chortled derisively.

“That’s my business, Bobby!” Atticus asserted brutally.

“Well, hell. I’m mean, look around you,” Bobby continued, “Business is really booming at the Double Nickel. ‘Seems to me that you’d be a little more careful who you hire.”

“’Seems to me that’s none of your business who I hire. She’s a good worker with a winning personality and I like her. And the customers do too, she keeps them happy.”

Ashton chuckled.

A Cruel Dig

“I bet she does. I bet she keeps them real happy. In fact, I wouldn’t put it past her to use one of your hotel rooms and invite a few of them for dessert. And why not, most of these truckers stay on the road, what? Probably three weeks out of a month? I imagine those long transcontinental trips can get pretty lonely. And they’d take her up on it too ‘cause it sure beats spanking your monkey,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

The sheriff chuckled.

“Atticus, you wouldn’t be using those hotel rooms for prostitution, would you? You do know we have ways of finding out if you are,” Sheriff Bobby grilled, because sure to taunt Atticus and talk loud enough for some of the customers to hear.

Luckily, music was playing, and the surrounding clamoring of customers was loud enough that the chances of anyone else overhearing the conversation was next to none.

Jo came out of the women’s room and tightened the strings of her apron. She then paused when she looked up and saw Atticus standing over the table at which sat Bobby and Ashton. She noticed the body language and facial expressions which told her that the encounter was not a good one.

She rushed over to a couple of younger waitresses, whispered something to them, then went into the kitchen where Brielle was.

Brielle isn’t the only Target in Thomasville

“Come on, let’s go ahead and take our break,” Jo suggested as she took Brielle by the wrist.

With Jo leading Brielle, the two women rushed back into the breakroom and sat at one of the four tables there. Jo then reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out a half-empty pack of Pall Malls and a lighter. She lit up, took a long draw, inhaled, then blow out a huge puff of smoke.

“Those two creeps!” Jo growled.

“The sheriff?” Brielle asked.

“Yep! And his no-good deputy!”

“You’ve had bad experiences with them too, huh?” Brielle asked.

“Have we ever! They come in here and give Atticus a hard time every chance they get!” Jo said bitterly, taking another draw off her cigarette.

“What’s their problem with Atticus?”

Townies, Cronies, and Hayseeds II C7.10

At Grandma Bennett’s house, they all celebrated Brielle’s and Raina’s victory with a big dinner party. Popeye and Alvin also ate dinner and celebrated with the family.

After they finished dinner and then dessert, Alvin spoke up.

“Guys, I’m going to tell you something right now. Sam did not want to lay Brielle off. But he didn’t have a choice. That damned Bobby Crabtree and his minions hounded Sam, threatening him with some terrible stuff if he didn’t let Brielle go,” he informed.

Grandma Bennett paused and sat her fork down. Brielle had just polished off her slice of chocolate mousse pie and paused before taking her plate to the sink. Jesse, Paul, Tim, and Jerome sat up in their seats with fiery glares on their faces.

“Say that again, Alvin?” Jesse angrily replied.

“He and his minions threatened to do something bad to the company and to Sam if he kept Brielle hired on at the boot factory,” Alvin repeated but using different words, “I’m-a tell you something, this guy is evil! He’s the devil himself, just like the rest of those crooked Crabtree’s, and the rest of their imps! These people are monsters! And I’m concerned about Brielle and about the rest of you,” Alvin continued, “Before Brielle got laid off, the Sheriff came to the plant. Me and Brielle were working on our line. I saw with my own eyes, Sheriff Crabtree, just staring and glaring at Brielle. ‘Wouldn’t take his creepy eyes off her. He just stood there, staring a hole through her, without so much as a blink! Now that creeped me out. And it did Brielle too. It frightened her, and I could tell she was scared! These people are sick! They’re deranged! And if I were you, Brielle, I’d always keep my gun close!”

Alvin Reveals the Truth Behind Brielle’s layoff

Next, Popeye spoke.

“And keep Bandit close too, Brielle. All through Thomasville and Glover County, people’s pets are turning up missing or dead. Dogs and cats, even a deer or two, are being found all over Glover County with their throats slashed. What was strange was that when these animals were found, there was not a trace of blood anywhere around their carcasses. This happens every year just before Halloween.” he informed.

“Oh my God! Halloween’s tomorrow night!” Marcelle gasped in horror.

“Yep! People are even finding dead horses and dead pigs on the side of the highway and along the backroads in the bottoms, near Lake Opaque. All were in the same condition as the dogs, cats, and deer- throats slashed so deep you can see the trachea! But not a trace of blood. Not one tiny droplet!”

Grandma sighed as a look of horror came over her face. She looked at Popeye.

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, aren’t you, Popeye? And you, Alvin. You’re thinking it too,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” Popeye and Alvin both answered, nodding their heads.

Mysterious Findings

“Oh, everybody knows about it. Hell, this has been going on for decades, but no one talks publicly about it,” Popeye added.

“What are you talking about?” Jane asked, “Popeye, you’re scaring me.”

“That’s it, girls, go upstairs,” Grandma Bennett ordered, “You don’t want to hear about this.”

“But…” Jane and Olivia both began.

Jesse looked up at the girls.

“Girls, just do as Grandma tells you, alright?” He said softly but sternly, “And heck! We’ll even let you both turn the bedroom stereo up real loud.”

Jesse’s stern, thin-lipped mouth slowly formed a smile.

“Yeah! Now I can dig some good rock music!” Jane said excitedly, “Come on, Olivia! Let’s go listen to some Seether!”

And the girls rushed upstairs and turned the stereo up so loud that the adults in the kitchen could hear it booming through the ceiling. The baby, now ten months old, was in the play pin, sleeping so soundly, she didn’t hear a thing.

A Big Secret Revealed

Hearing the music and the girls dancing around upstairs, the adults saw their cue to continue talking.

“So, what are you talking about, Popeye?” Brielle asked, repeating Jane’s earlier question.

“There’s a Satanic cult right here in Glover County, Brielle! A huge one! There’s a lot of big wheels and local fat cats that are in it. I know for a fact that the Crabtree’s, the Poston’s, and Lindsay’s are just a few of the members of this cult,” he answered, “And they’re not just Satanists, some of them are Luciferians!

“My Lord! Satanists? Luciferians? What’s the difference? They all worship the devil, don’t they?” Brielle asked aghast.

“Satanists are peons compared to Luciferians. Satanists are at the bottom rungs of the hierarchy. Luciferians are higher up and they have enormous power and connections. And Brielle, they’re everywhere! And the thing is, you don’t know who they are. You could be walking through town during the fourth of July parade, and you’ll never know who is and who isn’t if you aren’t a careful observer and know a few who’ve happened to stumble across the secrets in this town. The members of this cult are that anonymous and that obscured.”

“And all this time, I thought that was only a rumor,” Brielle said with a sigh.

A Longstanding Rumor is Revealed to be True

“I’m afraid not, honey,” Grandma Bennett said, “This whole town’s run by them, “The older people, like me, Popeye, Alvin, and a whole bunch of others know the truth. You, see, it’s all hush-hush. People only discuss it in private, among their families and people they trust- the lucky other half in Thomasville who are Christians and want nothing to do with this evil cult. Even a few people have come up missing. Anyone who talks publicly about the ‘rumored’ Satanic cult are severely ridiculed and labeled ‘crazy’ or ‘mentally imbalanced.’”

“They’re a secret society,” Alvin added, “these Luciferians, the Satanists, they’re a special brand of evil! They hold fight clubs. They kidnap those who aren’t liked and force them into captivity. They either make them fight an opponent until death, make them work in the county workcamp, or sacrifice them to their god. When Vita-Youth was taken off the market after the Thomasville Conspiracy, those who didn’t go to prison with Johnny Crabtree, Jason Ames, and the rest of those monsters, began drinking the blood of all the young people they sacrificed.”

Grandma Bennett looked at each family member with a look of concern and distress on her face.

A Prayer for Protection

“Now, listen,” she said. “The power of prayer is more than that of any cult and any evil. We need to join hands and pray together, and we need to especially pray over Brielle and those girls. Pray that The Lord forms a hedge of protection around not only them, but this entire family. Because if Brielle is in their sights, the rest of us might be also.”

With that, they all joined hands and prayed hard. After about five minutes of prayer and loud praise. Grandma Bennett rose from her chair and walked over to Brielle. as did Alvin’s sister, Eartha. Grandma Bennett stood behind Brielle and laid hands on her shoulders. Eartha also placed hands on Brielle, one on top of her head and the other on her back.

“Lord Jesus! We praise Your Name! Please put your loving arms around Brielle right now!” Grandma Bennett summoned, ”Protect her and the girls, Lord!”

“Encircle her and protect her and everyone she loves, Lord. Lord, we praise your Holy Name, and we know you are able, Jesus!” Eartha added before she and Grandma shouted together, “We rebuke the Devil in the name of Jesus! In the name of Jesus! We rebuke you, Satan! In the name of JESUS! Bless Brielle, bless these innocent girls, bless this entire family, Lord! In the name of Jesus!”

Townies, Cronies, and Hayseeds II C7.8

During lunch, the same kids who had flocked Jane earlier that morning, invited her to sit at their table. After Jane sat down, they began to introduce themselves.

“Howdy, Jane. My name’s Andy. Andy Schmidt,” the nerdy boy from earlier greeted.

“Hi,” Jane said as she nodded.

“And I’m Roxie Andretti,” the pretty brunette who complimented Jane that morning greeted with a smile, she then turned to the rest of the smiling kids who sat at the long table.

“This is Brenda Baxter,” Roxie pointed to the dishwater blonde, eyeglasses wearing girl who sat next to her.

Brenda smiled and waved.

“I’m Bruce McCauley,” said the dark haired, rugged-looking boy wearing faded jeans and black, leather jacket over a white tee. He stuck his hand out and Jane shook it.

“Nice to meet you,” Jane greeted.

Backfire

Not far away, Breanna, Audrey, Kevin Hearns Jr, Raiden Childers, Elizabeth Hughes, Chandler Ames, Rhonda Eves, Hayley Adams, and Giles Crabtree, who was Audrey’s Older sister and a senior, were eating their lunch and dishing the tea of the latest gossip, when suddenly, Kevin Hearns looked up.

“Hey, Breanna, Audrey, check it out!” he said as he nudged them and pointed toward the table where Jane and her new friends sat.

The rest of the clique looked up and noticed that more students were flocking to Jane, shaking her hand, and patting her on the back. Breanna and Audrey scowled at Jane from across the commons area.

“Hmmm. Looks like our girl has become quite popular since the fight in the bathroom. Damn Breanna! You and Audrey really catapulted Jane Markowitz to instant stardom, didn’t you?” Chandler Ames remarked.

“Why don’t you shut the hell up, Chandler!” Giles retorted.

“Yeah, keep your damn mouth shut!” Breanna added.

Chandler put both hands up, chuckling.

Fuck that bitch!” Audrey spat, “Oh, she thinks she’s some kind of rockstar? Well, we’ll just have to take care of that, now, won’t we?”

Brielle’s Day in Court

When Brielle’s and Raina’s court date arrived, both women stood before a judge as Grandma Bennett, Marcelle, Jesse, Tim, and Paul sat in the seats behind them. Others who were in the courtroom were Paul Carrier, Raina’s husband, her sister, Kim, neighbor, Popeye, and Alvin, Brielle’s friend from the Boot Factory.

Sitting behind the prosecutor, Eric Newman, were Sheriff Bobby, Rita Winchester Crabtree, Grant and Misty Lindsay, Aaron and Sarah Dickerson Hughes, Stan and Petunia Early, and a few others from the reunion.

After both parties in the case told their sides of the story, Judge Fred Poston made his decision.

“In the best interest of both Thomasville and Glover County, I’m afraid I have no choice but to drop this case,” he announced.

Brielle and Raina let out sighs of relief, as did Grandma Bennett and their supporters, who sat behind them, as gasps, whispers, and low clamoring immediately broke out in the courtroom.

The arrogant smirks of the clique instantly changed. The smug smiles on their faces did not only change, but they also fell off and seemed to shatter like glass as their mouths dropped and eyes widened. The looks then turned to scowls of rage and contempt.

Praying BIG BOLD Prayers

I’m so thankful for what the Lord has blessed me with, my health, a wonderful family, a purpose and passion to follow. And now I’m ready to take it to the next level.

During the last few days, I’ve begun to pray bigger and bolder! I’m no longer afraid to pray for huge things! I’m ready for an abundance-  material, physical, and spiritual! Therefore, I’m praying that The Lord bless my hands to bear fruit, lots of big, juicy, ripe fruit! I pray that He richly bless my work- my books, this blog, and my future projects!

I pray that He bless me with overflowing opportunities, success, and prosperity! I’m ready for Him to bless me- bless me big! For my cup to run over, my barn to be full, and my vats to overflow with new wine!

‘Bless me so much that I’m shocked, astonished, amazed! I long to see beautiful miracles manifest in my life! I pray that He bless me with such an abundance that He inables me to travel with my message!

Pray for me, that everything I do flourishes so that I may do more good!