Finding Purpose, Parodies and Protecting Children - Enjoy with Troy~

All the stolen children, where do they all come from?
All the stolen children, where do they all belong?

Such is a play on words, parodied of the old Beatle song, Eleanor Rigby. We remember Father McKenzie, who tirelessly prepares his message in a world of apathy, where it seems no one is saved. A good minister will prepare multiple topics, yet end it the same purposeful message of hope and salvation.

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So too, we find that great teachers, will present the material in multiple ways, helping the student to grasp the message and retain the lesson. It may be a combination of the repetition and varied examples that help us to learn and retain information.

Neither the teacher nor the clergy give up, but persistently continues in their endeavors. Each has real purpose. Such must be the mantra of the info warrior. Too often, we win a battle and then relax. I tell you, evil is relentless and never takes a break. As warriors of truth and freedom, we must even be more so that way.

Ah, look at all the stolen children.
Ah, look at all the stolen children

Oh, not another CPS song parody, Troy. Haven't you worn out that subject? We've heard it all before.

Well, let me ask you this. Has anyone not heard of the CPS? Two hands were raised. A lady speaks.

Who is the CPS and why are they so bad?

Thank you for asking, ma'am. Let me try to explain it this way.

Out of the blue, you get a phone call. It is from Jenny McGreedie, a CPS caseworker. She starts inquiring about your eight year old son's bruises. You tell her that he got scraped up from a bicycle accident. How odd. How did you know your son was named Jeremy.

That evening you talk to Jeremy and find out that this stranger had talked to him at school. He didn't want to tell you about it. Or was it that caseworker, Jenny, didn't want you to know. After personally contacting the school yourself, you believe it was his home elementary teacher to contacted the CPS.

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About ten days pass.

It is 9:15 AM. You get a knock on the door. You get a surprise visit from caseworker Jenny. She comes equipped with a notepad and countless noisy questions about Jeremy's home life. Unfortunately, the place is a mess. You had worked the night before, and was going to clean up the house today. Yet, clothes are scattered, dishes are in the sink, and your live in boyfriend is asleep in the bedroom.

Again, questions are asked and you feel invaded. Who the hell is she to barge in here nosing around. She seems so intimidating and manipulates each word you say. You feel you should have a lawyer present. But then your boyfriend wakes up and enters the room, yawning. Oh my God this woman is cross examining him now. Your boyfriend is not awake yet, and only came out to get some coffee. Sensing the intimidation of this woman, his anger flares up and the scene only gets worse.

You decide to find out what the CPS is. You learn it stands for Child Protective Services and that they are a for profit governmental agency. You also learn from your friends that they are notorious for breaking up families and stealing children. In fact, they are a major ringleader in the child trafficking industry. The CPS brings in more cash than illegal guns and drugs combined.

A few more weeks pass.

You learn that your son, Jeremy will be sent to a foster care home. Your supervised visitations have dwindled. You decide you will need a lawyer. Unfortunately, you work at Walmart part time and make little money. Your boyfriend works odd jobs, when he is not hung over. So you start a go fund me account on Facebook and actually raise about fifteen hundred dollars. You hire a lawyer.

The lawyer ends up costing a lot more than your mere fifteen hundred. But you go to court thinking you will get Jeremy back. Little did you know that the judges and lawyers are compromised and bought off.

The thought of never seeing Jeremy again devastates you. The tears roll down your eyes. The nightmare repeat over and over, playing back that surprise 9:15 AM visit from Jenny, the caseworker. You feel guilt, anger, hopelessness, helplessness, depression, fear... and even suicidal emotions. You ask yourself why? Why was I targeted? What the hell did I do wrong?

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But then you think of Jeremy. What is he feeling? Does he feel the same things? Is he safe? Will I ever see him again? What is he going through?

Well Jeremy ends up going to a foster home, then another, and another. He suffers both mental and physical abuse. In a few short year he ends up a runaway, learning to sell and use drugs on the street. For several years, he makes pretty good money off of it, until that day. Your son is in a house that is targeted by a police SWAT team. They raid the house and Jeremy is shot.

You learn about it from the TV news broadcast. Your friends ask you about him, and your relive the horror of the nightmare again. You think about looking him up, but realize he already has too much on his plate.

Your son lives but is sent off to minimum security prison, where he betters himself and gets his GED and learns a trade. Sadly, your paths never cross again.

Ah, look at all the stolen children.
Ah, look at all the stolen children.

Who is the CPS, you ask? It is a money hungry, child thieving, Orwellian monster that cares only about profit. They stalk, steal and shatter innocent lives. The dump psychological baggage and abuse on the helpless and voiceless. They traffic little boys and girls, creating an assembly line slaughterhouse baby farm for the government.

Children are taught not to steal, yet it is the CPS who is addicted to theft. Where is their conscience?

As for our story, it should be Jenny serving time for child theft, instead of Jeremy. I am reminded of the Tommy Tutone song, Jenny 8675309 from my college days. In the end, her phone number becomes the inmate prison number in the video. I wrote these song parodied lyrics before I discovered the video irony.

Jenny, Jenny, we got your number,
Stealing children is a filthy crime.
Jenny, Jenny, your prison number
8675309, 8675309

Over the past five year, I have written articles, poems and parodies related to CPS child theft. Like the teacher or minister, I feel I also have a message and purpose. Families and children need a voice and a friend to protect and defend their freedom and innocence. Otherwise, they face a downward spiral, as Jeremy did, when faced with theft by the CPS.

Apathy and ignorance only benefits the filthy thieves and traffickers.

These families and children need our voice. Will you help protect the innocent and purpose of wiping out child trafficking? Our children are not safe when there are Jenny McGreedie's out there stalking and stealing for cash. I ask you?

All the stolen children, where do the all come from?
All the stolen children, where do they all belong?


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