DHHS offers alternative response to abuse and neglect - starherald.com: Local News:
A new Nebraska Department of Health and Human Services program aims to take a less adversarial role in helping keep families together.
WOW, that's a first!
Isabella Brooke Knightly and Austin Gamez-Knightly
In Memory of my Loving Husband, William F. Knightly Jr. Murdered by ILLEGAL Palliative Care at a Nashua, NH Hospital
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Friday, December 26, 2014
Child Protective Services : Dr. Leonard Coldwell.com
Child Protective Services : Dr. Leonard Coldwell.com:
Child Protective Services was originally put in place in the 1920’s and as its name states, was to protect children “abused and neglected” not just by biological parents but also adoptive parents and other family members, eg uncles, aunts and grandparents. Over the years as technology changed, laws changed, new legislative councils and representatives were voted into office and Child Protective Services grew into a bigger federal agency, run at the state level.
Child Protective Services was originally put in place in the 1920’s and as its name states, was to protect children “abused and neglected” not just by biological parents but also adoptive parents and other family members, eg uncles, aunts and grandparents. Over the years as technology changed, laws changed, new legislative councils and representatives were voted into office and Child Protective Services grew into a bigger federal agency, run at the state level.
Another NH Un Ethical Judge
Isn't it time to Elect NH Judges? Way past time!
Judge Paul Moore, known for screwing over divorcing parents in New Hampshire, including my daughter. He believes in giving the one parent everything, while giving the parent who can't afford an Attorney nothing, not even her own STOLEN personal belongings! Another Family Court Judge who doesn't read Court files, refuses to hold the non-compliant parent in contempt, writes false statement's in his decisions and sides with the illegal custodial parent. The parent with the money and the free Lawyer, paid for by NH Taxpayers!
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Christmas Blessings to Austin, Isabella and Ally
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Here's hoping that the three of you know how much you are loved and missed, today and always. Never to be forgotten. Another Christmas without you, hoping you had a special Christmas.
Maybe next year will be the year we see all of you again. I hope so.
Love always, Grammy, Grampie and your entire REAL Family
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Twas the night before Adoption
Twas the night before Adoption
By Clipper Ordiway
Twas the night before Adoption, when all through the states
Not a parent was stirring, not even their mates.
The dockets were hung by the courtrooms with care,
In hopes that profits soon would be there.
The children were hiding all under their beds,
While visions of fear danced in their heads.
And mamma with her ‘kerchief, and my empty lap,
Had just rattled our brains for a miracles hap.
When out of the dawn there arose such a matter,
We sprang from the dead to see this mad hatter.
Away to the courtrooms we flew like a flash,
Tore open threat letters and threw up some cash.
The badge on the breasts of the crew-takin shots
Gave the illusion of importance to children and tots.
When, what through their outlandish lies should appear,
But another court day, and more children in fear.
With a plump little driver, so wicked and slick,
I knew child services were up to old tricks.
More rabid than beagles her minions they came,
And she blathered, and boasted, and called them by name!
"Now Justin! now, Christine! now, Dimwit were fixin!
Those parents are stupid! Kidnap their children without even blinkin!
Damn the constitution! Let‘s take them all!
Now dash away! Crash away! Go have a ball!"
Like dry heaves and the wild tsetse fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, just flat out lie.
So into the households the coursers took new,
Fake court orders for Boys, and their Sisters too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard through false allegations so biled,
The gnashing of teeth and weeping of each little child.
The silence was sad, including those sounds,
Damn child services with their self anointed crowns.
They are happy with money, selling kid’s heads for their loot,
And they do what they want, parents get boot.
As judge, jury and executioners, they think they are bigger,
And they‘ll sell them kids off to the courts highest bidder.
Their eyes-how they twinkle! their pimples now cherry!
They think they’re like Moses, their wallets so merry!
Their dull little lives like freaks in a sideshow,
And the gear of their grin is as yellow spot snow.
The stump of a child they hold tight in their teeth,
And the stench it encircles their head like a wreath.
They have a cold face, shows lack of a mommy.
Why would they care, with that bowlful of money!
They are chubby and plump, fat off the riches,
And I have no pity for those sons-a-^&%$#(@!
Like Captain Bly, and pirates we dread,
Soon gave me to know they’re screwed up in the head!
After the kidnappings, they speak not a word,
They fill up their stockings, then run like a herd.
And laying their fingers inside their nose,
And giving the finger, up yours they pose!
They spring to their S.U.V‘s, to their team give a whistle,
And away they all fly, their theft is pretend legal.
But I hear them exclaim, ‘ere they drive out of sight,
"If they find hidden laws, we're all screwed tonight!"
By Clipper Ordiway
Twas the night before Adoption, when all through the states
Not a parent was stirring, not even their mates.
The dockets were hung by the courtrooms with care,
In hopes that profits soon would be there.
The children were hiding all under their beds,
While visions of fear danced in their heads.
And mamma with her ‘kerchief, and my empty lap,
Had just rattled our brains for a miracles hap.
When out of the dawn there arose such a matter,
We sprang from the dead to see this mad hatter.
Away to the courtrooms we flew like a flash,
Tore open threat letters and threw up some cash.
The badge on the breasts of the crew-takin shots
Gave the illusion of importance to children and tots.
When, what through their outlandish lies should appear,
But another court day, and more children in fear.
With a plump little driver, so wicked and slick,
I knew child services were up to old tricks.
More rabid than beagles her minions they came,
And she blathered, and boasted, and called them by name!
"Now Justin! now, Christine! now, Dimwit were fixin!
Those parents are stupid! Kidnap their children without even blinkin!
Damn the constitution! Let‘s take them all!
Now dash away! Crash away! Go have a ball!"
Like dry heaves and the wild tsetse fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, just flat out lie.
So into the households the coursers took new,
Fake court orders for Boys, and their Sisters too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard through false allegations so biled,
The gnashing of teeth and weeping of each little child.
The silence was sad, including those sounds,
Damn child services with their self anointed crowns.
They are happy with money, selling kid’s heads for their loot,
And they do what they want, parents get boot.
As judge, jury and executioners, they think they are bigger,
And they‘ll sell them kids off to the courts highest bidder.
Their eyes-how they twinkle! their pimples now cherry!
They think they’re like Moses, their wallets so merry!
Their dull little lives like freaks in a sideshow,
And the gear of their grin is as yellow spot snow.
The stump of a child they hold tight in their teeth,
And the stench it encircles their head like a wreath.
They have a cold face, shows lack of a mommy.
Why would they care, with that bowlful of money!
They are chubby and plump, fat off the riches,
And I have no pity for those sons-a-^&%$#(@!
Like Captain Bly, and pirates we dread,
Soon gave me to know they’re screwed up in the head!
After the kidnappings, they speak not a word,
They fill up their stockings, then run like a herd.
And laying their fingers inside their nose,
And giving the finger, up yours they pose!
They spring to their S.U.V‘s, to their team give a whistle,
And away they all fly, their theft is pretend legal.
But I hear them exclaim, ‘ere they drive out of sight,
"If they find hidden laws, we're all screwed tonight!"
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Another Christmas Eve is Here
Another Christmas Eve is here,
It’s been nine lonely year’s,
So much pain and suffering,
Trying to fight the tears.
So much pain and suffering,
Trying to fight the tears.
The DCYF child stealers,
Dragged the grandchildren away,
A rogue government agency,
Completely gone astray,
They lie and they scheme,
And take our rights away.
Dragged the grandchildren away,
A rogue government agency,
Completely gone astray,
They lie and they scheme,
And take our rights away.
They ONLY care about money,
The children don’t mean a thing,
The Judges are their puppets,
Letting DCYF pull their string’s.
The children don’t mean a thing,
The Judges are their puppets,
Letting DCYF pull their string’s.
Parent’s have no chance at winning,
No matter what they do,
Innocence doesn’t matter,
And neither does proof,
Evidence means nothing,
When money is to be made,
Off the innocent children and families,
It’s just an agency of greed.
No matter what they do,
Innocence doesn’t matter,
And neither does proof,
Evidence means nothing,
When money is to be made,
Off the innocent children and families,
It’s just an agency of greed.
So it’s another lonely Christmas,
The children still aren’t home,
The fight goes on for their return,
A fight we won’t give up.
The children still aren’t home,
The fight goes on for their return,
A fight we won’t give up.
The children mean the world to us,
And justice will prevail,
Jesus, our Savior,
Will make sure we do not fail,
Our children will come home to us,
And the kidnapper’s will go to jail.
And justice will prevail,
Jesus, our Savior,
Will make sure we do not fail,
Our children will come home to us,
And the kidnapper’s will go to jail.
Christmas is a day to celebrate,
The birth of Jesus Christ,
Our children will come home to us,
He will make things right,
For all the families out there,
Fighting this never-ending fight.
The birth of Jesus Christ,
Our children will come home to us,
He will make things right,
For all the families out there,
Fighting this never-ending fight.
Hopefully 2015 will be our year,
When we can finally live again,
And our children who we hold most dear,
The traumatization and drugging will end,
The empty stockings will be filled,
And you will no longer live in fear,
You will be home where you belong,
And no longer shed a tear.
When we can finally live again,
And our children who we hold most dear,
The traumatization and drugging will end,
The empty stockings will be filled,
And you will no longer live in fear,
You will be home where you belong,
And no longer shed a tear.
Austin, Ally and Isabella, we love you more than life itself and will never give up this fight for your return. We pray you are safe and being well taken care of. We’ll see you soon. You WILL come home where you belong. Where you’re loved just for being yourselves and money means nothing. Family is ALL that matter’s!
Love ALWAYS and FOREVER, Grammy, Grampie and your ENTIRE REAL Family
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE AND HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR WITH THE RETURN OF ALL OUR STOLEN CHILDREN!
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