If you don't want to be called unethical...

.... then don't pull unethical crap because I call them as I see them....

I am considering posting every single email or other document on my hard drive. One by one, just because I am tired of being abused by one particular Asshat. And when I get done, I'm liable to file a lawsuit against him for libel and slander and interfering with my ability to make a living.

Unethical, my sweet Aunt Fanny.

And, oh, by the way, the definition of illegal is:

Illegal is a description for something that is in violation of statute, regulation or ordinance. Illegal does not necessarily mean criminal. Something may be illegal under a statute that doesn't require criminal intent, and is therefore a civil vilation subject to civil penalites such as a fine. Illegal acts that are civil violations include driving too fast, failure to register a business, etc. - US Legal Forms

Don't like hearing someone say you've engaged in illegal behavior? Then, I repeat, same as being called unethical - don't do it.

I Like This Ugly Car

If I could afford a new car right now, it might well be a Toyota Camry or Corolla, but it might also be a Scion. It's ugly as hell, but it uses every square inch of space, runs well, according to reports and has nice tinted windows. My main irritation with owning one might center around a ouple of things.

One, I'd have to keep pronouncing it for folks (sigh-on) and two, sooner or later, it's going to start showing up as inner city kids names and pronounced Sky-on or Skee-on and it would make me want to smack a parent or two. I've got a student in one of my classes that hopes to name her first born, Apprecianata. Says she should appreciate her Mama for giving birth to her. While that may be true, I'm not taking bets on her appreciating the name.

My ex-brother-in-law, while his wife was pregnant, worked at Sears. In the camera department. I have a niece named Yashica as a result. I suppose we all ought to be happy he never had a boy or there'd be a guy running around named Craftsman.

My Spouse Was Afraid I Was Going to Have a Stroke

You see, I read that there is a Bill in the Michigan House, SB 72 requiring schools to offer students a chance to say the Pledge of Allegiance every day and that its movement through the Legislature has been slowed as some committee members questioned which version of the Pledge was to be required. Representative LaMar Lemmons, III (D-Detroit) argued the committee should hold off action on the bill until members had copies of the Pledge. Then I read that, at the next meeting, the committee is expected to amend an amendment offered by Rep. Brenda Clack (D-Flint), which would require schools to in some fashion provide students with a copy of the Pledge, to specify the section of federal law proclaiming the official wording.

Historically, there have been changes but that does not mean there are four versions, since only the one from 1954 is official.

I pledge allegiance to my Flag,
and to the Republic for which it stands:
one Nation indivisible,
With Liberty and Justice for all. (1892)

I pledge allegiance to my Flag,
and to the Republic for which it stands:
one Nation indivisible,
With Liberty and Justice for all. (1923)

I pledge allegiance to the Flag
of the United States of America,
and to the Republic for which it stands:
one Nation indivisible,
With Liberty and Justice for all. (1924)

I pledge allegiance to the Flag
of the United States of America,
and to the Republic for which it stands:
one Nation under God, indivisible,
With Liberty and Justice for all. (Flag Day – June 14, 1954)

I emailed Representatives Lemmons and Clack the following:

Subject: Please share with your fellow Democrats.

USC Title 4, Chapter 1, § 4

Pledge of allegiance to the flag; manner of delivery

The Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag: “I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”, should be rendered by standing at attention facing the flag with the right hand over the heart. When not in uniform men should remove any non-religious headdress with their right hand and hold it at the left shoulder, the hand being over the heart. Persons in uniform should remain silent, face the flag, and render the military salute.

I would be happy to offer the assistance of my granddaughter, a proud Girl Scout, should you need assistance in memorizing the words.

Sincerely,
Neva Li

Who in Heaven's name votes for people like this as their Representatives? It's an embarrassment.

Or it damned well should be.

What Is MCRGO?

Michigan Coalition for Responsible Gun Owners

Well, it's a group that I joined some years ago, when I first really became active in firearms rights. It's changed so much over time, it's hard to even recognize the group. One of the reasons I joined it was because I wanted to be more active, but also because of my point of view of the group as responsible, legal, not more radical than I could deal with, and most of all, the people. MCRGO, at that time, had such a terrific community of energetic, forward-looking, pro2A people and I was very proud to be a part of its membership. Its Executive Director at that time was a guy who was not real long on people skills, but knew a lot and had led the organization and grown it, along with the Board of Directors and thousands of activist and, at its height, more than 13,000 members and with enough affiliated gun clubs that we could boast more than 30,000 affiliated members.

I became very involved with the organization, putting my heart and soul, and most of my disposable income, into my work with them. I worked gun shows, participated in fundraisers and shoots to spread the word, was a part of a program known as New Shooter's Night that brought hundreds of new shooters to the love of firearms, held town meetings, ran for precinct committeewoman, wrote, traveled and basically volunteered anywhere I could be of value.

I learned a lot and I believe I also taught a lot. As a frequent contributor to the On Target, the organization's newsletter, and a sort of unofficial MCRGO photographer, the members, and more than a few Legislators and members of the media got to know me well. A middle aged professional woman, school teacher in the city of Detroit, mother of three, grandmother of five, articulate and a former Liberal come home from the Dark Side, I believe that my voice had value. In fact, has value, despite the attempts of MCRGO's Executive Director's attempts at character assassination.

After some time and commitment to the activities of the organization, you see, I decided to run for the Board of Directors and was elected handily to a two-year position. Once on the Board, I began to see some serious problems with management, which needed to be addressed by those responsible, namely the Board of Directors, of which I was a member, and the Executive Director, who had wrested control of the organization out of the hands of the members and was now using the organization as a vehicle to promote himself and his own financial gain as well as what appears to be a bottomless pit of lust for power. There's not a chance in Hell the man could ever gain elective office again so his only avenue to political power is through others. More on how and why that worked later.

The following is an example of what Mr. Perricone would do in order to try to drive me from the Board and block me at every turn from being involved with firearms rights. He knows it to be my raison d'être and claims it to be his, but this is a perfect example of why he should never be associated with any "pure" cause.

I went to Monroe County, Michigan and was part of a drive to place the Eddie Eagle GunSafe^® program in all of the County Schools. Working with the MCRGO Monroe County Chapter Chair, I spoke to the Sheriff's Department there and arranged to train their deputies and assist them in obtaining materials and funding. Everything was set to go. I was exteremely happy. Thousands of children would be educated on firearms safety and our organization would be a part of that.

Only we wouldn't. Why? Because Mr. Perricone was irritated at me for asking for various records for which I was ultimately legally and fiduciarily responsible for. Records that he openly admitted he had illegally removed from the office of the corporation and held under lock and key at another location. He approached the County Chair and threatened him with removal from his position if he worked with me. The program was scrapped. A sad, but not isolated, example of Mr. Perricone's muscle flexing.

After my election, I tried, along with several other members of the Board, to ascertain information from the Executive Director, who refers to himself as the Former Speaker of the House in every other breath, and was blocked over and over again. He refused, in blatant disregard of Michigan State Statute and our own Bylaws, to provide me with any records, including the Secretary's book and membership database, even though the law and our Bylaws specifically charged me, as the Secretary and member of the Board of Directors, with maintaining them.

In other words, he hid the very things that would allow me to do my job, as elected by the membership. He blocked and refused to provide any financial data, any records, to answer questions on why income taxes and necessary state forms were not filed, and more. Two other Board members were finally driven off the Board by his efforts but I felt, and still feel, an obligation to the membership. I hung on, but in so doing, after consulting several attorneys and a friend who is a sitting judge, realized only two choices were open to me. Resign and make clear to the membership why I did so or file suit and force compliance with the law.

I've never been much of a quitter.

After more than a a year in Court and almost two years of fighting to see the right thing done, Judge Giddings, in the Circuit Court for the County of Ingham, found in our favor. Our fight is not done as other issues remain on the table and have not yet been heard and resolved but this is a strong beginning to recovering an organization that was almost lost to the personal ambition of one man, Charles R. Perricone.

Amended Complaint - February, 2004 - The Board of Directors allow Mr. Perricone to hire his own personal attorney on their behalf and make him liaison between the Board and its attorney. Apparently, they never really hear or know what happens in Court except as spoon-fed by Mr. Perricone. Unfortunately, those members of the Board who may well wish to do the right thing are blocked from the facts of the situation and don't know which way to turn for the truth.

Court Orders Compliance - the Board of Directors of MCRGO doesn't hear about it until sent copies of the order by various members while Mr. Perricone tells them that I have "lost" and been limited only to seeing a copy of the membership. Reportedly, he also informs them that they can still block that if they are careful. He then goes on to use the membership's newsletter to lie and misdirect the membership. He also enlists, sadly enough, Skip Coryell of TNUSA, to try to drum up negative publicity against me. I keep hoping Skip will smarten up and realize that if he repeats Mr. Perricone's various slanders, he will be opening his own organization to a lawsuit for defamation.

Over the next month or so, I hope to show you point by point many of the illegal and unethical activities of Mr. Perricone as relates to Michigan Coalition for Responsible Gun Owners. In the meantime, please read the above documents and then, if you have time, peruse the Court Transcript from 2-24-05 wherein Judge Giddings finds for me and tells the MCRGO Attorney, "There is not one iota, not one scintilla of evidence of improper purpose [on the part of the Plaintiff] that's been submitted to the Court."

After a year and a half of Mr. Perricone trying to find something to use against me, after more than four hours of grilling by his attorney in a sworn deposition that they never even brought up in Court documents because it was so honest and straightforward that they could find nothing in it to use against me, the Judge tells them I may be irritating (which, frankly, makes me smile) but I'm absolutely correct in everything I've asked for.

There are still issues on the table as some things were not addressed in MCRGO's request to have my suit thrown out of Court, but those will be settled in our next round of hearings.

Unless Contempt of Court Proceedings come before we get to that.

Probably Going to Buy This on DVD

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, that is...

The designer of the gun had clearly not been instructed to beat around the bush. "Make it evil," he'd been told. "Make it totally clear that this gun has a right end and a wrong end. Make it totally clear to anyone standing at the wrong end that things are going badly for them. If that means sticking all sort of spikes and prongs and blackened bits all over it then so be it. This is not a gun for hanging over the fireplace or sticking in the umbrella stand, it is a gun for going out and making people miserable with."
- - The Restaurant At the End of the Universe pg 262-263

Written in February, 2002

A View Toward Freedom

Since joining MCRGO, I have had many opportunities to work with, and learn from, other members. It was not long after sending in my check to MCRGO that I took on the position of Chapter Chair for Lapeer County. I was already becoming active on the web site, but wanted to do more. I had time available to me and decided that when Ross asked for volunteers to assist with a political campaign in Oakland County, I would volunteer.

His response to me, I believe, began, “I could use you someplace else…”

That day, in a dizzying induction to the ways of Those on High, I was given an email address, limited access to the web site administration, instructions on how to organize a meeting, a chapter membership list, advice on how to run for Precinct Delegate and last but not least, the exhortation to get involved everywhere that I had time to. Boy, did I. And it has been a great honor to do the work I do for an organization I believe in so strongly.

I work Gun Shows, write, post on our Boards, and do a lot of things that expose me to the public. February 8th of this year my newly expanded Chapter, now named the Thumb Area Chapter and encompassing the four counties of Huron, Lapeer, Sanilac and Tuscola had its first meeting at the Lapeer County Sportsmen’s Club. I enjoy each and every aspect of what I do but what always strikes me with the most force is the opportunity to become acquainted with other members of MCRGO and the public who are interested in what we do.

And after the meeting I went to dinner with some other Chapter Chairs and our Executive Director, Ross Dykman. One of the things we did was look at pictures that Jessica Lutz, Eastern Oakland County Chapter Co-Chair, and I took during and after the meeting. A young couple smiling for the camera, a family with two young boys learning about the powerful idea of Second Amendment Rights and Responsibilities, an older couple, active in their community. She is 83 years young and the pair has logged over 1.5 million miles of travel everywhere you could think of – on motorcycles!

Many people at the meetings, and at the various functions I attend, stop and shake my hand and often tell me that they admire what I do or thank me for my time. That always humbles me. I think of what I do, and the time I put in, or the miles I travel, as little more than paying my dues.

So many people did so much work for so long before I finally woke up and realized how vital this issue is to our freedom. Freedom is a large word, encompassing so much for me. I suspect that it means something different for each of us.

For me, freedom means a lessening of fear. Realistically, given my decades of abuse, I may never know what it means to live without fear. There will probably always be some frisson of terror when a shadow passes in the night that is too familiar. Fear used to keep me trapped, though, but no more. MCRGO, its members, the work I do, the training I have taken advantage of, and my own determination have brought me out of hiding and given me my freedom.

For the young family, I suspect some element of freedom must include the time they share at functions like our Chapter meeting. Mom, Dad, two sons in attendance and a daughter off “doing her own thing.” The eldest son nearly as tall as Mom; the younger with a sweet, shy smile. Dad the more vocal at first, expressing his gratitude for MCRGO efforts to educate and continue the fight for full restoration of Second Amendment Rights. The talk gravitated, as it always seems to, to shooting and our enjoyment of it. In Mom, though, I can see something that needs to be said and finally, she confesses that she is not comfortable with her firearm.

I tell her my story; that, at first, it is only grim determination that puts a firearm in my hands. That I have determined to carry a concealed weapon for my own safety and that my feeling at that time is, “I’m going to do it, but I’m not going to like it.” Then finding MCRGO, getting to know other members, shooting a variety of firearms, listening to, and learning from, so many caring members and coming to enjoy it on a level I never imagined possible. I give her my card then and tell her to email me or call and she and I will go shooting- range time on me. Heaven knows I owe this to the people who have shared so much with me. She lights up and her pleasure is obvious. We agree she will call and I do look forward to it.

What I didn’t foresee is her husband’s heartfelt “thank you” and suddenly, I realize how much he wants her to be comfortable with firearms and I look at her and their children and I think again of how much there is to protect when we talk about freedom.

What I do as an individual is important and I recognize that. I’m so grateful for the opportunity to contribute in any way I can. For me, the only real option is with time because my finances don’t allow much else. For another, it may be financial because their time is so limited. Whatever it is, wherever it is, remember always that everything we do together protects all that has been done so far and takes us one step closer to a time when we can say, “Our freedoms are restored.”

Winston Churchill told the world, “If you will not fight when you can easily win without bloodshed; if you will not fight when your victory will be sure and not too costly, you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the odds against you and only a small chance of survival. There may even be a worse case: you may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because it is better to perish than to live as slaves.”

Without knowing the quote, that is what I did when I decided that my twenty-four year marriage was going to end no matter what the cost. I fought with no hope of victory. Today, I have hope. Today, perhaps I have found victory. Today, I know I have freedom. All that remains to keep it is to follow the words of Benjamin Franklin more than 225 years in the past: “What kind of Government are we giving you, madam? A Republic… if you can keep it.”

Keeping far too busy these days....

I have had an odd couple of months. I’ve been incredibly busy even though once a month for the last two months, we’ve had a week of “break” where I work. Teaching in the public school system is nice for that every so often, but now, of course, I dread the next few months because it is a vast wasteland of never having another day off teaching kids who already think it’s time for school to end for the summer.

In the last two months:

I have resolved, for the most part, a court case that had been pending for well over a year. Suing someone is never fun, even when you know you’re in the right. Suing someone who doesn’t mind spending other people’s money is even worse. Thankfully, that’s almost over. Once it is, I fully intend to sit down and put it all together. It’s not a book on its own but it’s definitely a few chapters.

I have completed an online teaching certification program through the Michigan Virtual University. that was one of the most intense seven weeks of my life. Coupled with my Masters degree in the Geosciences, a teaching certificate that allows me to teach any/all science in the state of Michigan, DAPCEP training and more, I should be about as employable as any Science teacher in the State of Michigan. I love teaching, I just hate the District for which I teach.

I have several jobs. I teach high school Science, I teach a college class, I run a web site and I am a firearms safety instructor certified by the Utah BCI, the NRA and an organization just getting on its feet in the State of Michigan. Oddly, I am also certified by MCRGO, the group I ended up having to sue for their continuous violation of state statutes, not to mention ethics.

Just as oddly, I continue to be assailed by people who cannot get over stupid emotions like jealousy and envy. There's nothing to be envious over, of course - I work my behind of and if some of the individuals worked as hard as I do, put in the kind of time I do, had the same supportive spouse I do, they might see the same kind of results I do. What kills me is that some of them seem to think it's unfair that I have what I have in life.

Here's a piece of advice for all of you out there wishing you had what others have worked for. Work for your own; then it belongs to no one but you.

"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work." - - Thomas Alva Edison.

What I would very much like to do over the next few months is find a job that I can really enjoy. There’s an opening at a local community college that would suit me very well, I think, but it is a pay cut from where I am now. I’m going to apply and see what happens.

Wish me luck. Then pray they up their starting salary by about $5K so I can afford to take the job.

March 21st

March 21st is Cody's birthday.

I didn't miss it or forget it; I just really couldn't face it.

Cody Che-Me-Gas Neilson is my oldest granddaughter. She turned 14 on her last birthday.

It was a tough day for me. I haven't seen her for too many years. The last time I did see her, she was gawky and missing a tooth, her hair uncombed, her face a little dirty. Of course her clothes didn't fit quite right and had stains here and there. Her mother never was much at keeping the kids clean, fed, cared for.

I didn't see Cory that day. Her mother had never been much on the younger of the two girls so all too often, Cory would be left somewhere else while Cody got taken here and there.

Her mother took her and her little sister, Cory Ann LaRue Neilson, away to live with some teenager she'd gotten involved with over the Internet. Eventually, in a Court snafu of monumental stupidity, my ex daughter-in-law won custody of the girls and we have never seen them again.

Cody and Cory were taken off to Canada by their mother to live in poverty among strangers - their mother's paramour closer in age to Cody than to her mother.

By now, both girls are young women - and I wouldn't know them if they passed me on the street.

I don't know if I will ever be able to forgive their mother for taking them away from all of us.

Or for taking us away from them.

I miss you, Cody, and I miss your sister as well. I wish I could say, "See you soon, sweetie."

Love you bunches and bunches.

What Gender is My Brain?

Been a while and I have a lot on my mind - in any case, a quick, fun thing before I delve....

Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Toobis - Future Serial Killer, No Doubt

I ran across this site a day or two ago and was just nauseated. I generally avoid reading crap like this but this guy got me somehow. I suppose the poke for me was this idiot picture:



But then I read the following:
Toobis 1, Mom 0 wherein he describes beating his younger sister and mother to the point where the mother ends up hospitalized. Sick little boy. Wonder what Wal-Mart visitors in his home town think when greeted by this lunatic. Scarey.

There she was practically tangled up in my controllers, squealing like the RETARD that she is, and who do I see standing near her laughing? MOM. Mom's excuse? "I was going to take a few picture of her because I thought it was cute, nothing is damaged" -- LIKE HELL NOTHING IS DAMAGED! The more you pull on controller cables, the more brittle they get you stupid hag! Do you KNOW how many controllers I've had break on me in the last few years because some idiot didn't know how to take care of them? Do you think I want to have to order new ones off of ebay, Mom? ? I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY FOR THAT, IF YOU'LL RECALL I GOT *FIRED*! You FRICKIN' MORON!! Man I was SO pissed.And that's when I lost it. I ran up to Amanda, pulled off the controllers, grabbed her by the collar, and threw her onto the couch (not too hard, mind you, just enough to get her away from my stuff). So she starts squealing at the top of her lungs, and before I can react some raging pile of makeup and hormones (Mom) comes flying at me, clawing and screaming at me like an enraged ANIMAL. "Holy HELL !?!" I'm thinking, "is it that time of the month already?" But I regained control over myself, and tried to get the situation back under control.. but would Mom let me? NO.

I yelled at her, told her to back the ^#%# off or she was going to regret it, and that's when she pulled out the "Chris you need to get a job" BS. "Listen, you stupid hag" I calmly replied, "I'll get a job when I'm good and ready to get a job." She then started going off about how I was lazy and how Dad would want me to be doing something with my life and not just "laying around all day smoking drugs" (Yeah, like every drug is smoked, idiot. And I have insomnia, it's not like I can sleep very well, so I'm hardly ever laying around). "My life?" I yelled back, "What have YOU done with your life since he died?" And that's a FINE question too, because she hasn't done ANYTHING except maybe date a few losers and get plastered NIGHTLY. She's one to judge ME! By now I was pissed beyond belief, absolutely infuriated. I mean, why the hell does she drag Dad into every argument we have anyway??

I don't remember exactly what happened next, as it's all kind of a blur. She claims I hit her first, but I distinctly remember her hitting me before I ever reached my fist around and gave her a piece of my mind. She managed to slap me a few times but they hardly hurt at all, haha! Nice try you worthless female! She says when I punched her, and just ONCE mind you, she literally flew into the wall! HOLY HOGSTEETH you should see the hole! Thus the topic of this rant: Toobis:1 Mom:0. Maybe it's a little insensitive, but she started hitting me first, so I don't feel the least bit guilty. Guess she'll think twice before messing with me again. So after that Mom had to go to the hospital for her collarbone and ribs (and some other crap, I'M NO DOCTOR). She was so pissed when she came back that she was going to throw me out and call the cops on me unless I agreed to "get help Chris, get help *insert whiny female sobbing here*" You read right: she turned on the waterworks and started bawling like a baby. Man I was pissed when she pulled out the schoolgirl hissy-fit crap. I know women better than she thinks I do. I know how easily they can fake tears, and I could see through her little "cry me a river" pity party charade. Utter balderdash. However, since I didn't feel like living in my car I agreed to her stupid conditions.

Now I'm supposed to enroll in anger management classes, again, and start seeing a psychologist, again. She's such an idiot!!!! How many times will I have to go through stupid classes like this? None of it ever does ANYTHING except waste my time. I certainly don't learn anything, what a waste of time and money! I mean, usually I don't erupt in violence like I did, but I've been under a TON of stress lately, and it all just kind of built up inside of me until it finally exploded. It happens to everyone on occasion, so why pick on me when I make a mistake?

I sure do hate my Mom, she's got to be the most annoying person in the whole wide world. I do enjoy seeing her limp around the house though, because it's a reminder to me and her that YOU SIMPLY DO NOT GET TOOBIS PISSED OFF AND EXPECT TO GO UNPUNISHED. It's just the type of person I am. I'm not unreasonable, I just expect respect. Treat me well and I'll treat you well, but don't and bad things will happen. Today she's been completely ignoring me, so I've been living in a NAG-FREE PARADISE. Finally, some peace and quiet! Maybe she needs her nose broken more often.

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Sick puppy. In another rant, he spews against women using tampons. Says when they feel drippy they should just go sit on the toilet. Doesn't have half a clue how the woman thing works but firmly believs tampons ought to be outlawed. Says when someday he decides to go shoot up a grade school with an AK-47 it will be the fault of all those stupid women who won't go out with him - sick in a big way is this boy.



Have to wonder what Wendy is thinking about hiring this psycho. Just one more reason to stay out of Canada, I guess.