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  • Why Is Nobody Talking About The Lisbon Treaty

    I just got through reading the Lisbon treaty. OMG!!!!!!

    WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THE LISBON TREATY, THE TREATY THAT COMES INTO FORCE 2020, ITS WORSE THAN THE SO CALLED DEAL, IF 99% OF THE BRITISH THINK TERESA MAYS DEAL IS BAD, JUST LOOK AT THE LISBON TREATY. PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW, LEAVERS AND REMAIN

    ..“What will actually happen if we stay in the EU” is a question no remainer will ever answer but here it is warts and all.

    Check it out if you wish ——>>

    1: The UK along with all existing members of the EU lose their abstention veto in 2020 as laid down in the Lisbon Treaty when the system changes to that of majority acceptance with no abstentions or veto’s being allowed.

    2: All member nations will become states of the new federal nation of the EU by 2022 as clearly laid out in the Lisbon treaty with no exceptions or veto’s.

    3: All member states must adopt the Euro by 2022 and any new member state must do so within 2 years of joining the EU as laid down in the Lisbon treaty.

    4: The London stock exchange will move to Frankfurt in 2020 and be integrated into the EU stock exchange resulting in a loss of 200,000 plus jobs in the UK because of the relocation. (This has already been pre-agreed and is only on a holding pattern due to the Brexit negotiations, which if Brexit does happen, the move is fully cancelled – but if not and the UK remains a member it’s full steam ahead for the move.)

    5: The EU Parliament and ECJ become supreme over all legislative bodies of the UK.

    6: The UK will adopt 100% of whatever the EU Parliament and ECJ lays down without any means of abstention or veto, negating the need for the UK to have the Lords or even the Commons as we know it today.

    7: The UK will NOT be able to make its own trade deals.

    8: The UK will NOT be able to set its own trade tariffs.

    9 The UK will NOT be able to set its own trade quotas.

    10: The UK loses control of its fishing rights

    11: The UK loses control of its oil and gas rights

    12: The UK loses control of its borders and enters the Schengen region by 2022 – as clearly laid down in the Lisbon treaty

    13: The UK loses control of its planning legislation

    14: The UK loses control of its armed forces including its nuclear deterrent

    15: The UK loses full control of its taxation policy

    16: The UK loses the ability to create its own laws and to implement them

    17: The UK loses its standing in the Commonwealths

    18: The UK loses control of any provinces or affiliated nations e.g.: Falklands, Cayman Islands, Gibraltar etc

    19: The UK loses control of its judicial system

    20: The UK loses control of its international policy

    21: The UK loses full control of its national policy

    22: The UK loses its right to call itself a nation in its own right.

    23: The UK loses control of its space exploration program

    24: The UK loses control of its Aviation and Sea lane jurisdiction

    25: The UK loses its rebate in 2020 as laid down in the Lisbon treaty

    26: The UK’s contribution to the EU is set to increase by an average of 1.2bn pa and by 2.3bn pa by 2020

    This is the future that the youths of today think we stole from them?

    They should be on their knees thanking us for saving them from being turned into Orwellian automatons!

    Forget Deals no deals its time for remainers and brexiteers to unite and see whats coming before its to late. This is the whole reason they are dragging brexit out. So we can get to 2020 then we have no choices anynore.

    Credit Kevin Saunders

  • No one tells you about days like today

    Today I cried.

    I cried hard.

    I sat at top of the staircase, covered my face, & cried.

    When he saw me start to come down the stairs, The Toddler ran behind the recliner to hide.

    He knew he wasn’t allowed to have the cereal but there it was spilled all over the kitchen counter I had just finished scrubbing.

    He was hiding from me, afraid I would start yelling again.

    I wanted to. I would have.

    But instead I cried.

    He watched me for a moment; confusion turning into concern.

    “Oh Mom,” he said, “please don’t cry.”

    But I just sat there. Exhausted, defeated, & broken.

    He brought me his ball & his racecar.

    He did a silly dance & made a funny face.

    He touched my face & put his tiny arms around my shoulders.

    “Please Mom. Don’t cry.”

    Today was a bad day.

    He wants candy for breakfast.

    I want to go back to sleep.

    He wants Team Umizoomi NOT Bubble Guppies.

    I want to turn the TV off & go back to bed.

    He doesn’t want to take a shower.

    I want to take a shower by myself.

    Instead, I shower with my hands over my ears with the Toddler sitting at my feet. The shower walls amplify his defiant screams & shatter my eardrums.

    He wants to get out of the house.

    I want to go to bed.

    He wants a tennis ball from the grocery store.

    I want a bottle of wine.

    Wait now he wants the football?? He screams it loud enough for the entire store to hear.

    I want to leave him in the parking lot.

    The entire day goes on like this. Fight after fight. Argument after argument.

    Despite it all, today, I am trying.

    I reach out to a friend & tell her how I’m feeling.

    I keep my voice level & calm. I talk to the Toddler & listen & try to understand. I give so many hugs & dozens of kisses.

    I turn off the screens & turn on music.

    I dance around & play on the floor & read books.

    But no matter how hard I try & no matter what I do or say or act, it doesn’t stop.

    Today, I tried. I really, really tried.

    Everything I thought I knew about parenting was exhausted & useless.

    Today, I failed.

    Today I screamed & cussed & threw things.

    Today I popped my kid on the mouth more than once & I put him in timeout.

    Today I lashed out at my husband & resented the peaceful relationship he has with our son.

    Today, I was mean. I was unkind. I was impatient.

    Today, I lost.

    I lost the fight with my son. I lost the fight with my husband.

    I lost the fight with myself.

    Today, I don’t think I can do this anymore.

    Today, I don’t want this life.

    So yeah, today I cried.

    No one tells you about this part.

    No one tells you about the anger & the sadness & the isolation & the disdain.

    No one tells you that motherhood brings out an unrecognizable version of yourself who you hate & resent.

    No one tells you about days like today.

    But as I sat on the staircase weeping at the terrible thoughts rattling through my head, that little boy didn’t leave my side.

    He had spent the entire day watching me morph into a terrible, ugly monster, just as I’d watched him become one as well.

    But at the end of the day, when our scary monster masks melt away, I am still his Mama & he is still my child.

    Today, I am his mother & tomorrow will be the same.

    So tomorrow, I will keep trying.

    & you should too.

    Keep trying, Mama. Keep going.

    Today was hard. Tomorrow might be too. That’s okay.

    Some days won’t have a happy ending. Some days there are no resolutions.

    You just have to go to bed & wake up ready to try again.

    We can do this, Mamas. We can do this.

    Credit

    https://www.facebook.com/New-Moms-Connect-283292652500838/

  • Fostering and God Is What I Give

    Fostering – “I could never do that”

    One of if not THE most common phrases I’ve heard when the topic of foster care comes up. It’s usually followed with “it would break my heart” or “I would get too attached” I know a lot of people don’t really know what foster care is and I understand where that comment is coming from but I want to say something: THAT IS LITERALLY THE POINT.

    Looking at the picture below you might see a Mama rocking her child to sleep, but you’re wrong, that’s not what’s going on. I wish you could hear this picture. You see, this is a picture of the gospel alive and breathing in my living room, because what you don’t see are the 12 other people that were in the room the moment this picture was taken.

    You can’t hear the prayers of healing & restoration being spoken over this traumatized baby & you can’t feel the power of worship, the sacrifice of praise that was surrounding him with a peace so sweet that he crawled into my arms and fell asleep. This isn’t a picture of a Mama with her baby. This is a picture of the church rising up and taking responsibility for innocent life beyond the womb. Will we get attached? Yes. Will it be hard? Absolutely. Will we grieve? Yes.

    But foster care isn’t for people who won’t get attached & won’t grieve…it’s for the people who will. Because that is what this and every child who is a victim of insufficient care needs- someone who will get attached, to love them like their own, and yes…someone who will grieve. The church needs to understand this-we aren’t called to attend services once a week and sing a few songs, try our best, pay our taxes and go to heaven when we die…that’s not the gospel.

    The gospel is NOW. Jesus’s message was, “The kingdom of God is here!” If you have a heart for the hurting and a passion to stand in the gap and advocate for the needy, but you’re afraid you “could never do that” I want you to think about where that fear is coming from…it’s the enemy’s plan to stop the kingdom of God from manifesting on the earth today- he uses fear to do it and it is rendering the church useless in our community. Don’t be afraid to grieve, be afraid of what will happen to these children if we don’t lay our lives down to love them. ❤️

    Alyssa short

  • 2 of the 3 Died Can You See My Errors

    March 21st 2013, 6 years ago, this was my setup.

    All was legal. They were in all the appropriate minimum weight and age seats.

    This photo was taken 20 to 30 minutes before our collision while we were stopped for a break.

    2 of the 3 died.

    This is not to scare anyone. This is to show the importance of having the right seats for your children and how much the minimum laws are lax.

    Can you spot my errors? I sure can now as a technician.

    -Owen 3 almost 4, just above 40lbs in a low back booster. He survived by pure miracle with head injuries and a broken arm as well as some internal injuries.

    -Hailie 4 almost 5 just above 40lbs in a low back booster. She did what we call the submarine effect and died on impact.

    -Trent 17 months above 22lbs forward facing suffered internal spinal decapitation which killed him almost instantly.

    My goal is to help parents and the population know that the minimum laws set forth by our government is not safe. And I want to try to help prevent more injuries and deaths to children.

    When we know better we do better.

    #childlossawareness

    #justiceforthemichaudfamilly #carseatsafety

  • This Is The Greatest Stage Of Life

    ….this stage of life is beautiful, too. Like, really really beautiful. This is the stage of life where every single older person you ever meet tells you, “you’re going to miss this”. And you already know it’s true. It’s the stage where your kids love you more than they are EVER going to love you again, for the whole rest of your life.

    It’s the stage where they can fit their entire selves into your lap to snuggle…and they want to. It’s the stage where their biggest problems are ear infections and teething and stomach viruses, and you’re not having to deal yet with things like broken hearts or addiction or bullying.

    It’s the stage where you are learning to love your spouse in an entirely different… harder… better… way. The stage where you are learning together, being stretched together, shedding your selfishness together, and TRULY being made into “one”.

    It’s the stage where you get to see Christmas, Halloween and the Fourth of July through your kids eyes, and it’s so much more fun and magical than it would be just through your own eyes. It’s the stage where you get to watch your parents be grandparents…and they’re really good at it. It’s the stage of life filled with field trips, class parties, costumes, swim lessons, bubble baths, dance parties, loose teeth, and first steps. And those things are so fun. It’s the stage where you are young enough to have fun, and old enough to have obtained at least some wisdom. It’s SUCH a great stage.

    Amber Johnson

  • I Finally Found The Strength To Leave Him

    I finally found the strength to leave him. He’s been abusing me for the almost 2 years we’ve been together. The first time was because he couldn’t find his controller and this last time was because I went out on a Saturday night and went to a bar he doesn’t like and didn’t text back for 26 minutes.

    This is what it looks like when you’re woken up being beaten. This is what a skull fractured in 4 areas looks like. This is what somebody with bleeding on their brain from being hit so hard looks like after being held in a corner and beaten continuously.

    If you’re being abused just know he will NEVER get better…. nothing you say or do will make them change… I spent months dealing with the mental attacks. “you’re fat”, “ you’re nothing” “you’re ugly and nobody will ever want you”. All the way to since I lost my baby I failed life and would never be worthy enough for love.

    This escalated to him hitting me more and more. He’ll pretend he’s sorry & shower you with words of love and gifts. hell, he’ll even visibly show his supposed change just to get that hold back over your head for a week or two but he’ll always be the same. He wasn’t always terrible. He showed love and happiness but if he can hit you once it’ll escalate and continue happening.

    I miss the old him that I knew. The one that loved unconditionally and made me melt with one look. The one that made me feel so good about myself and beautiful but I’m here instead moving back into my moms because the cops can’t find him to serve a restraining order and I have no idea where he is to get him off the sts away from me.

    Yes I left him and yes I’m scared he’ll come retaliate but I’m SO proud and happy I left… if you’re being abused please leave. There are people there for you, don’t stay out of loniness ‘cause ya know what??? Being lonely is better than being dead. Not seeking pity or attention either I just need People to know it’s not just them and there is a way out.

    Kelly Kennedy

     

  • You Destroyed Our Lives, We Need Justice

    To the 2 individuals who I won’t even write your names. 2 years ago today your thoughtless actions changed the once perfect world we had.

    You awoken knowing your plans for the day of driving round in an already stolen car without any care or regard for any body else. Driving around recklessly and enjoying your trips to a cafe and gym.

    Then after seeing a police car you drove through 2 red lights at 83mph in a 30mph zone! You struck 2 very important people to me. One of them was my mother in law Angela who had worked her whole life to give her family and children everything they needed. Then took early retirement to help me and Rebecca look after our children so we could try to do the same for them.

    The other one was my so small and precious 4-year-old Violet-Grace! You was going so fast she was thrown through the air to the next crossing island, which was over 50 meters away!

    You got out of the car and both stepped over her tiny broken body dying in the road not thinking about helping just about making your escape. Then someone who stopped to help thought one of you was coming back to help, but no just to get a small black bag of evidence out of the car.

    After one of you getting your passport from home you was on a flight with in 3 hours to Amsterdam to “smoke some weed and clear your head.” While the other was already getting your hair cut and making your way to Scotland.

    Violet spent nearly 36 hours fighting for her life but her injuries due to your actions where far too much for her little body to take. The next day, the 25th march Violet took her last breath in mine and her mummy’s arms! Violet saved 2 lives through Organ Donation of people she never knew or met. Violet would have saved more lives but her other organs where to badly damaged. She saved the lives of people she never knew or met. While you 2 couldn’t even stop to try to help save the lives of the 2 people you put in that situation!

    We had to say goodbye to our little superhero knowing she would become someone else superhero.

    Violet-Grace will for ever be a superhero. What you did will never be forgotten. I hope that day haunts your dreams as it does mine.

    So far 99,446 people agree your sentence was an insult. Already now you’s are nearly half way through your sentence counting down the day until you can go home. While we are still trying to pick up what pieces of our life you’d left us.

    Violet-Grace will never come home again. She never get to play with her little brother or grinds again.

    This is why this petition needs to reach the 100000 signatures so people like you get a sentence that will never be enough but will at least be some where enough time to really think about the lives you have destroyed!

    Please click the link to sign

    https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/236952

    By Glen Youens

  • When I Am Sad, I Don’t Want To Reach Out

    When I Am Sad, I Don’t Want To Reach Out.

    I want to retreat.

    I want to hide.

    If I could disappear completely, until the feelings pass, I would.

    And if you ask me if I am okay I will say fine, every time.

    You see, I don’t want your help, because I don’t feel like anyone can help me.

    I don’t feel like I deserve the help.

    When I am sad, I don’t want to ‘reach out’.

    But if you reach in, if you really reach in.

    Ask me twice, 3 times, how do you really feel, are you really ok.

    Maybe I will answer honestly one day.

    And if you show up at my door and sit with me, without judgement.

    Maybe I will awake to a brighter day.

    Maybe I will look for the help.

    When I am sad I don’t want to reach out.

    Maybe you will be the one to reach in.

    Please don’t give up on me

    #depressionkills

  • Stop Using Kids As Weapons and Let Us Men Be Men

    Can’t help but notice a lot of women commenting on male suicide. So here’s my two pence, stop using your kids as weapons stop going out getting on the gear and whoring yourself out and then say we are not fit to be parents.

    Stop trying to make out that being a red blooded male is a bad thing after all without these traits the human race wouldn’t exist, stop trying to feminize us, or making us feel bad for being us.

    Stop being cheating lying gold diggers. Women have the power to completely destroy our hearts minds and souls but also heal all wounds and comfort us in our darkest times.

    It has never been harder to be a man in this strange modern world. Everyone should be able to be who they are if they are a red blooded male that’s fine if they are kind and caring that’s fine if they are more feminim than masculine that’s fine everybody should just be them and not try to live up to what tv media and women tell you how you should be.

    What the hell do you want us men to do? No matter how we act we are wrong, want us to be in our kids lives stop making it so hard for us to do so, want us to change do ya? Why? when you met us we were fine but now you wanna throw in new rules, new goal posts and then seem surprised when we walk away.

    Let us men be men, let us be who we are, shut up with your emotions and neediness

    Credit Darren Purslow

  • The Worst Surprise Of My Life

    During lunch at work, I ate 3 plates of beans (which I know I shouldn’t). When I got home, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly, “Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.” He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.

    The beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go.

    It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a garbage dump! I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other leg, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on releasing atomic bombs like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable!

    Eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, so I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.

    My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long.

    He asked me if I had peaked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.

    At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table, with their hands to their noses, chorused, “Happy Birthday!” 🎂