Star Wars: The Force Has Died.

Well true to my controversial form I’m about to say something that will probably piss a lot of people off. I’m going to slam the piece of garbage that dares to call itself episode 7 of the Star Wars movie franchise. That’s right I called it garbage. Personally I think it could be saved, but to a greater point, I feel it should be ripped from the shelves and homes of the poor folks who have been forced to watch this slandering mockery of a franchise that is as beloved as Star Wars.

 

I am a Star Wars fan. I loved the original trilogy and the prequel trilogy. And yes I like Jar Jar Binks too. People currently slam and hate on the Lucas’s prequels and that is fine, but one thing they can’t argue with me about is the point that Lucas never ignored the expanded Star Wars Universe. He adapted his own notions and concepts to fit into the larger fan made story universe. This is Abrams first and biggest mistake, and it shows.

 

Firstly let me start by saying that when I heard that Abrams was helming this new movie I was very hopeful. I loved his work with Star Trek and Mission Impossible 3-4. The guy is a phenomenal director. But he did a big no no in ignoring the fan base with Star Wars.

 

So what is wrong with this movie? Let me list the points.

 

1: It’s retro. What the fuck? I want an original movie that dares to make it’s own feeling, while sticking to the formula. Even Lucas did have some retro moments, but that was part of his formula, certain deaths and the way he left off each movie in both trilogies. But the level of retro Abrams does is ridiculous and wasteful. Oh look it’s another death star! And there is the Millennium Falcon flying away in triumph again escorted by X-wings. Hey it’s another Emperor doing the giant hologram thing and corrupting another Skywalker kid. Yup That is the droid you’re looking for guys spunky and sassy just like another certain one you couldn’t catch and it’s also caring intel you want.

 

The Level of Retro and unoriginality to the story really hurts. Lucas with each movie tried to weave an original story every time. Yes he had a formula that helps keep the tempo and emotional feelings the same, but each story itself is an original story. The force awakens is an original story that hold too many retro themes to it, and it hurts the movie and the overall story.

 

2: It doesn’t stick with Lucas’s trilogy formula. Yes Lucas had a magic formula for both trilogies that brought them together. It’s only in minor points but if one pays attention they can see it. First movie has two big arch points that abrams missed. A jedi mentor/master must die. Hans death was supposed to fill this point but just as his appearance in the movie was a blocky chunky WTF moment , so was his death. I was so nonplussed by Hans death that I honestly checked the time remaining in the movie to determine if I wanted to turn it off from boredom. Thankfully the damn thing was almost over.

 

In both first movies of Lucas’s trilogies, the Master Jedi’s death is significant to the student. They sacrifice themselves or die both at the hands of a brutal sith warrior in a key duel. Obi Wan Sacrifices his life to give Luke a chance and to guide him from the depths of the force to Yoda. Oui Gong Jin’s death at the hands of Darth Maul is significant as it motivates young Obi Wan to greater heights to triumph and eventually make a vow to train Anakin Skywalker. What does Solo’s death do for the movie? Noth other than rid Ford of having to ever reprise the role again. It makes no great movement to the overall story other than he was murdered by his own son.

 

The next big element to the formula is the very ending. The day is won! The good guys win and now it’s time to party hardy. In both Phantom Menace and A New Hope the ending closes on a celebration. The Nabooian parade and peace ceremony and Han and Luke’s award ceremony. But Abrams has us on some mountaintop closing on a helicopter circling Rey and Luke with an element of uncertainty for the future.

 

Let me be clear. Luke should have been the one to die instead of Han. And the movie could have ended with a feast with all toasting a potentially bright future.

 

3: It ignores much of the expanded universe and established characters in that universe. Simply put Abrams did what got another director in trouble. He ignored his source material and the fans and did his own thing. The director I am referring to is Uwe Boll. Uwe Boll has pretty much been ostracized for his ignoring of source material for numerous movies based on once popular video games like House of the Dead, Bloodrayne, and Far Cry, among others. Look him up and you will find that many studios do not want to work with this guy because of his going on his own tangents and his overall attitude. Thankfully Abrams has a much better attitude about things and is an awesome director in most cases. But I have digressed.

 

Abrams clearly announced that he was going to ignore anything made by the fans and much of lucasfilm source material save for the direct movies and clone wars animated cartoons. If he hadn’t this movie might actually be much better. First Han and Leia did have kids who did become Luke’s students Jaicen Solo, who did turn to the dark side and eventually became a Sith lord called Darth Caedus. Look him up and you will find a very rich and fleshed out character ready to use. You will also learn that Luke did have a child too. Named Ben. Yes the Ben character was not Ben Solo, But Ben Skywalker. Jaiken also had a twin sister Jaina Solo and younger brother Anakin Solo.

 

Han and Leia didn’t have a very strong connection to Obi Wan Kenobi, so why would they name their child after him? They wouldn’t. But Luke grew up calling him Old Ben Kenobi. Thus he had more than just a connection, he would have eventually seen him like a grandfather and mentor and by the end actually did. So strong was their connection that Obi Wan even managed to force phantom link with Luke to continue to help guide him. So certainly Luke would name his kid after the old fart. There is so much there that Abrams could have used that he shouldn’t have any real excuse for the mess of a movie that it turned out to be, if only he hadn’t ignored the expanded universe. Instead he treated it like a chinese buffet. Taking what he wanted and ignoring the rest.

4: It’s painfully chunky at points and the story doesn’t flow well. As a writer I know that a story needs to flow. You can have all these great grand and wonderful moments of action comedy and romance, but you need to mesh each scene together with its surrounding scenes or it will not feel right. This happens several times in the movie, but perhaps the most notable one is the introduction of Han and Chewie. Ouch talk about afterthought moment slapped in there. I could have introduced those two in several ways that was a thousand times better than them just happening to show up in a junk freighter to reclaim their long lost ship that they just so happened to stumble upon because they just so happened to be passing through that particular system.

 

“Good gods man! What were you thinking!” I yelled at my TV screen that scene came up. After such a dynamic escape that would have made for some high comedy seeing Han and BB8 both struggling with Rey’s piloting, and half crazed antics at the helm, had they actually been on planet as Rey and the doofus come tearing ass onboard uninvited. “Who the hell is flying my ship!” WHAM! Han falls out of hammock as Falcon takes off. Chewie roars as he lands on top of him.

 

That simple interaction right there would have been allot smoother, and far more amusing than the horror show that went into Han and Chewie about to get blasted by two gangs on some ship he apparently owns along with monsters. What’s more is that it would have made for a perfect Han moment when he realized BB8 was carrying vital intel. “Ah shiiiiit!!! Not again!”

 

Lucas actually was asked to submit a treatment script to be used for the movie. His script was ignored and thrown out altogether. I’m sorry but if you’re going to ask the guy who creates something like Star Wars to submit a script, fucking use it or adapt it. Don’t just throw it away and pretend like it never existed. This isn’t a reboot movie, it is supposed to be a continuation of the man’s actual story, have some respect and work with the guy. If you don’t want to do that, then don’t touch his work and make a totally new series separate from the lucas story arch.

 

5: Temper Tantrums! Good god! This guy is supposed to be the new sith? If Vader had ever caught his grandson wastefully smashing up consoles and throwing temper tantrums like that, what do you think he would have done? He wouldhave force choked the life out of the boy revived him kicked his ass some more then stuffed him in an air lock and blow him into vacuum. The Sith don’t tolerate childish tantrums. Kylo Ren would have been beaten to a pulp by his overseers and told to suck it up and quit his pouting and self doubting.

 

Instead we now have this unstable poorly trained Sith wannabe. Even his saber is poorly crafted. Yes as cool as that thing looks I wouldn’t trust it. Saber blades don’t flux and look like fire. If they do that means the crystals are not stable or properly aligned. Jedi have lost limbs and lives because of such sabers malfunctioning and exploding or the blades losing cohesion. What’s more is the “crossguard”, makes the weapon dangerous to the wielder’s own wrist area. No logical swordsman would willingly wield such a weapon without years of practice. And  Kylo ren clearly has very little experience or real training. His form and stances are sloppy and he swings the damn thing like a club instead of a sword. Rey on the other hand hell even Doofus clearly have some sort of significant training and wield Anakin’s saber with some serious competence.

After watching The Force Awakens, I was left with the hollow gut dropping sensation of watching my childhood being destroyed and raped. Lucas never meant for this movie to be made. He had originally intended for a nine movie series, but after doing his prequels he realized that he shouldn’t make a seventh movie because Return of the Jedi Wrapped up everything nicely and the expanded universe had done well to continue his story without him. His actual words I think was that it now belonged to the fans not him. And he was happy about that.

 

But then he sold it to Disney and now like with so many other things that I loved from my childhood it has been raped without any care to it’s spirit. I have been forced to watch what should have been a good relaunch of the series fall short as a retro emo slap in the face of my childhood fantasies of fighting Vader and zipping around the galaxy in the Millennium Falcon and battling in my X-wing. I just saw all of that get smashed by an ignorant hand trying to do what? Bring it back?

 

You failed J.J. You failed so horribly that I pray that you don’t make another Star Wars movie. I honestly hope that fans will ignore this movie and scream blue bloody murder to have it removed from the shelves and banished to the deepest vaults in hollywood. Never to be spoken of again.

 

Here is the sad part. The movie has potential. Had Abrams not tried so flipping hard to make it retro, and not ignored the expanded universe and worked with it. Then the movie would have been a very welcome addition to the franchise. As it stands though, The Force has Died in the careless hands of JJ Abrams. It is a slap in the face to the fans. And what is worse is they are masochistically thanking Abrams for it. They are slamming Lucas for his prequel trilogy and praising Abrams for this barbaric destruction of all that we have come to love. I have no understanding of why Episodes 1-3 are so reviled and hated. But I do know that if you like and endorse Abrams movie you are a waste to all Star Wars fans and need to just go drown yourself.

 

Ok so that is harsh. But my point is clear. Listen to the comments on review sites. IMDb is seething with hatred for this new Star Wars. And yet we are supposed to think that fans are loving it? Sorry but I am calling bullshit there. Those positive reviewers are probably being paid to ignore the unhappy fans. Even Lucas has made some bad remarks about the movie. Think about it folks. You have the power to end this frackery by writing Disney and Abrams and demanding that they scrap this project from continuing. You have the power to do your research and realize that this movie should never have been allowed to get made. And should be taken off the market and stripped of the honor of being titled “Episode 7”.
Thanks yall for bearing with this long post. But please, now give me your thoughts in the comments below. But before I go I want to say a few more final words. Disney will never relent with this movie I know this. Not unless the fans show them that this is not a thing we will tollerate being fucked around with. Yes we do need another Star Wars movie now just to make up for the train wreck that is Force Awakens, but it needs to be helmed by Lucas, not a Disney lacky. Bring back George Lucas!   

Weapons for waging the war on Bed Bugs. LeGivorden style.

Ok so we all know that at one time bed Bugs where effectively extinct in North America. And that many people attribute this fact to the extensive use of DDT, but that since it’s outlawing, this old enemy is back. Now we are embroiled in a fight to get rid of the little suckers again and this time we are forbidden from using the big weapon that sent them packing in the first place. And without it we are facing a big up hill battle. So get on your best Starship Troopers armor, lock and load your Morita assault rifle, and let’s go kill some bugs!

Everyone's doing their part. Do you want to know more?

Everyone’s doing their part. Do you want to know more?

  1. Your car is an oven! Yup I said it. Put infested items into your car on a hot sunny summer day, park it in the sun and cook the little bastards! This is actually a cheap cost effective way to heat treat smaller items. The best way to do it is to make sure your car doesn’t have any tinted windows and to just leave the stuff sit in it all day! Load it up in the morning and just leave it all day to bake. Recent studies have shown that vehicles can reach tempters near 150° F. That is more than enough to kill Bed Bugs and their eggs. On a side note the eggs will literally explode! Really cool to see if you can stand the heat.
  2. Heat is an awesome weapon against the bug menace. It comes in so many interesting ways to use it. Aside from using your care you can actually buy heaters and turn your home into an oven and cook the fuckers in place. This is rather dangerous though so I would suggest making an outdoor heat treatment chamber. Aside from being a little safer than risking burning down your house or damaging your stuff, it also gives you a wonderful work out lugging that wrap around couch into it, or laughing while others do it for you. They actually sell such chambers but with a little knowledge you can make your own for a fraction of the price. Simply go to Lowes or home depot ask for propane heaters and some heat reflective material that’s rated for 200° F. Got outside and build your frame work drape material over it and situate your heaters in a safe manner. Warning! Propane tanks can only stand up to 120° F before they face serious issues. Like exploding! So simply have only the part of the heater that forces the hot air poking into the heat chamber. Don’t over fill the chamber either. The more stuff in the chamber the longer it needs to cook.

    Ummmm..... Where was the tank supposed to go?

    Ummmm….. Where was the tank supposed to go?

  3. Steam is another effective heat weapon you can use. You need to have a steamer with at least 200° F at the nozzle. This is because you need to heat treat up to an inch into furniture. If you don’t you run a greater risk of missing nests. I keep a mcculloch steamer on hand for these sorts of issues and trust me the bugs whisper in fear of it.
  4. Heat treating is great but it won’t do the trick on its own. Bed bugs are clever and devious little enemies. They won’t just be in your furniture. They will hide in cracks and crevasses everywhere in your home. You need more weapons. Diatomaceous Earth, also called Bed Bug dust, is a powerful to use. It’s completely harmless to humans and pets and plants, but insects can’t take it and will die after coming into contact with it. But it won’t hurt the eggs. This will only effect hatched bugs.
  5. This is becoming an increasingly in effective weapon against bedbugs. They are forming resistances to more and more pesticides. Some reports state that they even developed a resistance to DDT. This is where I differ in opinion. The truth is that no real studies have been done on American bedbugs and DDT in over thirty some odd years. And it is known to have been a big factor in wiping them out by the mid-forties in North America. Many people are screaming at congress to bring back DDT, but congress is saying that it is too dangerous. I’m sorry but DDT is drinkable. Yes you can drink the crap and get nothing more than the hiccups from it. Paint your walls in it and watch the bugs drop the moment they touch the affected area. What’s more is that it’s long lasting. But I digress. Get a long lasting pesticide and dowse your house. Or you can make your own DDT.
    Well now this looks easy.

    DDT is so dangerous that they forgot to hide the recipe. OOPS.

  6. Not sure if you got all the little bastards. Set traps. You can go buy some traps for a reasonable cost or make your own. Seriously, CO2 traps will attract any bugs in the area. What’s more is their super simple to make.
  7. The next weapon falls opposite of heat, cold! Yup extreme cold. In Europe they use cryonite to freeze the little suckers and their eggs too. (Input insane witches cackling while sky writing on a broomstick.) Not that I would use this stuff as it is frozen concentrated carbon dioxide.

    Not to mention I would have too much fun pretending to be Subzero. This shit will freeze anything on contact. And it comes out like snow. Yipes! There goes the cat! But seriously were a mask if you use this stuff. You can also use butane on them to freeze them, just don’t lite a match.

So there you have it folks. The weapons of war to use one bedbugs. Now go and do the republic proud solder!

Petition to Congress, End CPS Corruption.

I found this online and felt it should be shared.

Petition to end CPS corruption.

Families are being abused by State CPS and Family Courts through out the United States of America, this is a major issue that needs to be addressed, Families that have had their civil rights violated through family court proceedings and the fact that all due process and constitutional rights are violated and manipulated by family court judges, District Attorneys, and Commissioners of /social services departments as well as CPS workers, and court appointed attorneys that are not working for the clients but have helped incriminate parents. Also of extreme interest, is obtaining names/phone/location of CPS workers who are falsifying or have falsified documents in court and who have lied in a court setting. The people of New York State and the People of the United States of America demand a full investigation of all departments, and the termination of department until further the people also wish to sue for government entrapment as well as a suit brought against the case workers, family court judges, and district lawyers. The People through discovery have found:

1. The imbalance of funding is creating corruption

2. Corruption has filtered through all manner of government and related agencies

3. Judicial decisions violate the public trust

4. Laws are created and passed that give parens patriae unlimited power not provided by the Constitution

5. The pendulum has swung to create a monopoly strategy of funding extracted from dwindling Social Services that have been set up to help families in need is devastating families across America

6. Children’s lives are at stake while in the care of government funded agencies, such as rape, sexual abuse, physical abuse and neglect, mental abuse, and statistics show our children are being killed while in government placements out side of the parental home/or close relatives

7. That the states are not following guidelines placing children with relatives but are screening them out using different criteria with foster families, or falsifying documents to entrap parents and not keeping the children in the home with parents but removing the children without due process or any true purpose other then to incriminate parents/family members and to insure family is unfit

8. That pockets of tyranny are going unchecked without recourse

9. Congress local government/ civil and family courts is not responsive to The People

10. That The People have been turned away from civil courts, and from family courts higher court of appeals, only to remain battered and bruised by the tyranny of these local government funded courts as the judges, case workers/commissioners and district attorneys mock the outraged parents and children of which they so willingly strip of their civil rights and liberties

The People are declaring a public health crisis and human rights violation as well as their Civil rights are being stripped and taken from them and their families, as a result of these above atrocities and also In addition, The People find the Parens Patriae to be more than a doctrine but a specialized position created by the government for the government that violates Article 1 Sec 9, 10: No title of nobility or honors shall be granted by the United States. The title extends to the courts, Childrens Administration and public education violating Amendment 14 depriving persons of life, liberty and property without due process. The position applies as a collective.

The People are ordering an investigation of the departments as well as Family courts through out the United States of America and most important in New York State the people of the United States ask that all family court files,case files, court tapes, and videos be put into the investigation, as well as there be a federal lockdown on all CPS and family courts so that no tampering of documents can be done by such agencies, the fact is family court documents will show the fact that they are mishandled and manipulated by these agencies to insure incriminating charges are inevitable and due process is not being carried out, civil rights are violated, all human rights are violated and the United States Constitution is not on the agenda of these agencies. And the people of the United States of America are being abused by these powers.

I would like to state that any red blooded American who holds the core values of this country in their hearts, and any parent who loves their children, would be wise to stand up and fight by signing this petition.

A Sneak Peak. The Gothos Saga Book 1: Dark Awakening

Here is a sneak peak at my upcoming book.   

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The Gothos Saga Book 1: Dark Awakening

By Lucifer LeGivorden

 No portion of this work may be reproduced for commercial sale. Owner/Author retains full rights and original copyrights, and retains the right to prosecute any persons attempting to claim authorship of said material.

Welcome to Gothos.

Chapter 1

 From the journal of Sir Devon Rictis, Knight of the Souther Moorlands of Gothos, 7.165th year of the Gothosian calendar. Estimated Earth year – 9297

For many people, life is short. Not for me, as I am the last person on this world that remembers where humanity began. For me life is long for two reasons. The first can be explained in brief as now it has very little meaning to me. Allow me to first introduce myself.

My name was Michael Mcallister, nowadays I go by Devon though, but that isn’t important right now.

I’m not what you would call normal by any measure of the word. Oh I look normal standing roughly five foot seven inches with dusty blond hair and hazel eyes. Some folks may have even counted me as very attractive. Working on a farm tends to keep you in some rather good shape. So why am I not normal?

The first reason is that I’m not native to this world. Guess you could say I’m a bit of an immigrant. My youth was spent on a farm on a planet called Earth. But that was before I came here to this world and now my old world is long gone.

Long gone are the days I spent walking down the dusty farm road to my parent’s Pennsylvanian farm house. Long ago, when I was young, I used to enjoy walking that road to the old apple orchards. It was one of the last places that felt clean to me. The sun would warm my skin and my mother would say my hair reflected the light like a beacon. I doubt the road is even there any more or that the farm itself is even remembered, for you see I hated it, and dreamt of something more, so I left. I didn’t just leave you see, I left. Let me explain.

I hated how the country that I lived in then had become. Its ideals squashed, and its people run so low that only immigrants from Mexico could now find work without being a farm owner or corporate family.

I hated how the government had relinquished several states to Mexico effectively splitting America in half. This had not gone well for many Americans and so a second civil war had erupted further decreasing the size of the country and splitting it into two government run regions. The north, where I was at, and the south who had taken back up the old rebel flag and won its freedom some twenty years prior.

The Confederate States of America however were much fewer than before and the boarders only ranged from Texas along the southern coast to Georgia and Florida then up to South Carolina. I had thought about moving myself to the Confederacy but my father had fought for the north. Besides, they at that point were embroiled in a war with Mexico that from all accounts was taking a heavy toll.

So it was that my days were filled by working for my parents, stuck in a life and world that disgusted me. The Internet was full of propaganda and travel was restricted with far too many security measures to make it worth it for most things. TV was full of worthless shows too, brainwashing the masses into a false sense that everything was alright and not going to shit. To top it all off, our oil reserves were running low and the ozone had several large holes in it. The planet in general was going to hell in a hand basket.

This was my life. I had a few friends but they were dull and only thought about drinking and getting doped up to ease the pain of life. I had no wife of my own, and why would I want one with all the trouble girls brought with them. I preferred just to get my jollies off at a local whore house. At least they had some sort of restrictions to limit the transmission of STDs.

I was to inherit the farm but that notion never enticed me. The financial situation of my family was crap and I had no head for raising animals or growing crops. Besides it was dull and boring to me and not really worth the financial risk.

Then it happened. A planet virgin and untouched had been found on the other side of the Epsilon Erandi system. A planet with life and breathable air. Some corporation had discovered it and had secretly bought it out from under the noses of the government claim holders. As if anything like that could really be owned. They had built a huge ship inside two years and was making a global call for people to sign up to go live on this “New Earth”. No need for Terraforming and the trip would take about fifty years in cryo-sleep. It was the perfect opportunity with pay and benefits along with a totally new life. I signed up the first chance I got.

To say my parents were not happy was putting it mildly. We bickered over me staying a lot. Eventually, I was kicked out to the streets. I suppose they figured that I would smarten up being homeless with just a pack of books and clothes. Fortunately, the corporation had established temporary housing for the roughly four thousand people to live together. After, we were now all going to a new world together.

The Ship was called the Sojourn, and it was huge. Built almost totally in orbit around the planet, and was the first interstellar ship of its kind to be built by humans. For me it would be the last ship of its kind I would ever see.

We eventually were packed into numerous rockets and lifted from the earth. The ride was exhilarating for me as I felt the hydrogen gases exploding under us, lifting us away from terra firma and all the misery that had become Earth. Lifting us to what? We didn’t know, and we didn’t care, as long as it was something new and different. As long as we didn’t have to listen about how our planet was slowly killing itself.

I remember on the way to the launch pad seeing briefly a familiar blue truck and man standing in the crowded viewing area, my father. It would be the last time I would ever see him. Now looking back I wish I had stopped with the others to speak with him, but I was still angry about our last conversation the day he threw me to the curb. So I flipped him the bird and got on to the loading bus. Now I regret that action and wish that somehow I could tell him of my life and the journey I have been on.

The Sojourn had been given the nickname Noah’s Ark. It housed many species of animals and plants and over four thousand humans. It also had all the tools we would need to survive on our new home. Portable shelters, farming tools, seeds for planting and massive hydroponic tanks for growing crops. As a result, despite its monstrous size, the ship was very claustrophobic and dark to conserve energy.

We all first helped put the animals to sleep in cryo-chambers built for them. Some had been launched already in their cryo-chambers, which did help a bit. But a lot more had only just arrived at the launch pads hours before and need to be launched awake. This was not fun as they had to be sedated to keep them from panicking.

Many were endangered species, like the horses, and the wolves who were all but extinct in the wild and now only survived in captivity. There was tigers and even bats, and many others. All coming with us to this “New Earth” as we called it then, though now it is called Gothos, and Earth is a long distant memory. For in the year 2082, at the tender age of twenty four, I crawled into my dark cryotube and went to sleep for a fifty year trip.

Now thinking back to what I have become, I find it ironic that I thought of all those vampire movies were they would sleep for decades or centuries only to reawaken to a new world. Because it was I who woke up in a very different place some seven thousand years later to a life unimaginable to us. To a life of mystery and magic. To a world that saw humans as the lowest of species and that was ruled by creatures of legend. I woke up on Gothos. A world that was ruled by those very vampires that I thought of. And that is the first reason life for me is not short. The second reason will take a bit more explaining.

I suppose I should start from the beginning. I awoke from my sleep to the sound of strange voices with a jolt. I was freaked out because I couldn’t breathe from the fluids in my lungs. I slammed at the lid of the cryotube and groped around trying to find the release lever. At last I located it and began wrenching at it. My muscles screamed in agony and I realized that they had become atrophied.

Finally it gave way and the lid popped open. I lurched up struggling to breathe out the bio-fluid in my lungs that had been supporting my life for decades. My body screamed with agony and resisted my sudden movement. I turned to spew the rancid liquid from my lungs and began to fall out of my chamber.

I remember fearing that I would strike my head on the bulkhead of my neighbors’ cryotube but instead was caught by strong hands with an iron grip. Though firm they were surprisingly gentle and I heard a voice of a woman crooning softly in my ear while she gently thumped my back.

I coughed and spewed for what seemed like several minutes. Hurling fluid from me like a fountain. How much of this junk was in me? Finally I could take a breath and heaved in fresh air. Sweetly air, dank and musty air. It hit me then that something was wrong. The chamber was dark and dank. Where were the florescent lights that should have clicked on by now? I heard a lot of movement around me, but couldn’t see much through my blurred vision, only small tangents of light. Something was wrong. The air was natural not recycled, and the hands that held me up across my chest felt wrong…alien… not human. The floor wasn’t the hideous blue carpet that was outside my cryotube when I went to sleep, it was stone!

I lifted my head trying to shake the cobwebs out and to clear my vision. A hand rose partly into view distorted and elongated. Then it touched my head gently stroking my hair. “Easy human. The sleep of death, is not for mortals and you must go slow.” Said the woman’s voice crooning with a thick accent in my ear.

Her voice was pleasant and sounded like water tinkling on crystals. But her words startled me. Sleep of death?! Mortals! She called me human! She’s not human? I thought in a panic.

My vision cleared suddenly and the lights from my cryotube filled the local area now clearly. I slowly turned my head to look at the being holding me gently with far too long fingers. She was there her face next to mine inches away smiling horribly.

I could feel my eye widen in terror. She was a thing of nightmares. Her skin was as white as paper with grey blue veins. Eyes that were twice the size of normal humans and shined a wicked yellow like a cats. Her cheeks were sunken in and the bones bulged forward too far like that of a corpse. Her hair was blond in some parts but in most places was as white as her skin. Her ears were bat like and pointed out from her head. The part that terrified me most though was her mouth.

No normal human had a mouth like it. The lower lip was split with a large crevasse in the middle and as she smiled and spoke I could see two large fangs were her front teeth should have been. “Take it slow human, you are safe.’‘ She said in her musical voice, a voice that should not have come from the wretched horror that was her mouth.

I thrashed then suddenly and screamed. Struggling to get away from the nightmare that held me fast. I felt her jump slightly and her eyes widened impossibly wider making me scream more. She let go of me then and I fell to the floor whimpering in fear I tried to rise to run, to fight, to do something, but my legs would not hold me, withered as they were from atrophy.

I tried to scramble like an animal to some hole away from the monstrous woman. She cried out. Her voice, no longer soothing, sounded surprised and a little afraid. I didn’t dare look at her as I scrambled down a series of stone steps. Where would I go? This wasn’t the Sojourn. I looked around and saw others there, white skinned with nightmare faces. They were all holding lamps of soft yellow light. I was trapped and helpless.

Aliens. They must be aliens, I thought. Somehow they raided the Sojourn and took the cryo-chambers for some reason.

“Human, stop!!” cried a deep baritone voice. Its sound froze my blood and my muscles suddenly refused to move despite my efforts to ignore the command. Finally, after a moment of a mental war with my body, I slumped and surrendered. I heard the voice again, this time softer and more relaxed. “Be at peace human, you are in no danger. Sleep now and when you wake again know you will be safe.” My vision blurred then, and my mind raced, struggling against the command. Finally, the world went dark and dreams flooded me. Dreams of klaxon alarms and of jostling cold and noise. Dreams of crashing of falling.

Terrorist On Your Doorstep. A guide to keeping child services out of your home.

Ok, so seeing as this will be my first official post I have decided to write about something very personal to me. Child Protective Services, or CPS to most. While many may think that such organizations are full of loving and concerned people who only want to protect kids, I’m going to tell you otherwise. CPS organizations are often full of corrupt individuals, who are literally out to steal your children from you. No joke, I’m deadly serious. It happened to me, and it happens every day. Go outside and ask the first three people you see about CPS and someone will tell you all about the things they have done to them or friends and family. To give you a little background on my situation. My wife had just recently walked out on myself and my daughter less than two months prior. The day after her departure I placed a phone call to the Franklin County Children and Youth Services in Chambersburg PA for help. My Daughter was severely developmentally delayed and I had been trying to get my wife to seek help for her to no avail. I decided to take actions into my own hands after she left. The reception I got on the phone was outright laughter, and a refusal to let me speak with a caseworker. Less than two months later I get a knock at my door very early in the morning. It was Child Services. At that moment I was thrilled to see them. Finally someone had come and I could get the help I so desperately needed. Wrong! The case worker under the guise of politeness asked to come in and said that someone had called about my daughter with some sever concerns. I instantly sat him down and told him to ignore the complaint and help me. I informed him that I had called previously asking for help and had been refused. I asked him to help me get my daughter to see a doctor and to be evaluated. He whisked us off to Hershey Medical Center. I spent the next three days being treated like a criminal only to finally have my daughter taken from me. And that was only the beginning of what would be a year from hell for me involving them. Eventually I had to give up my rites to her. I now realize that I should never have trusted CYS. This sort of scenario is actually very common in PA. CYS takes children on a regular basis. Most cases are often of single parents or low income families, seldom do you find them taking kids out of homes where the parents can afford an attorney or proper legal counsel.  Most victimized parents are often young mothers in their teens or twenties, who are just trying to make ends meet. Now I’ve never been considered “normal”, and I have always had a knack for learning things I shouldn’t. This case was no different. I began studying my enemy. I asked myself what could I have done differently. What should I have done?

  • Well The first thing is that you should never trust a CPS caseworker. Remember always that behind their friendly demeanor is a predator, and they really do want to hurt you and your family. They are not your friends and they will use any excuse to take your children from your home. Keeping this in mind will keep you on your guard when dealing with these individuals.
  • Don’t let them in your door. Ask them for a warrant. They will most times not have one. Then ask them what they want and why they are at your door. If they fail to give a straight answer, persist with the question while advancing out the door closing it behind you. Take no more than a single step and make sure that they haven’t come as a pair. (Sometimes caseworkers show up as a team, keep them in your sight at all times.)
  • Make sure your children stay away from the door when answering it at all times. Caseworkers will use any opportunity they can to gain access to children. And given a free shot they have been known to actually lunge and physically take children from porches or out of parents’ arms. A rare instance but one to be aware of.
  • When you have established what they want, and that they have no warrants, tell them to leave. They are technically trespassing and have no real right to be at your home or on your property. Don’t let them speak any longer. Take a firm tone and say, “You are trespassing on private property. Leave now, or you will be removed by force.”

Now before I continue you must understand the laws concerning the escalation of force. The use of physical force on anyone should be a last resort, as you can face some serious consequences.

  •  First is the verbal order to leave. This is crucial, you must give the violator a solid chance to leave peacefully and of their own volition. This is especially true to caseworkers as they love to stir up lots of trouble and have the legal backing and protection of the courts. Your objective here should be to give them enough rope to hang themselves. You need to be very clear that they are in a bad position and if they don’t leave peacefully, that they will not be protected by the law.  Remember, “You are trespassing on private property. Leave now, or you will be removed by force.”
  •  Second is the demonstration of the intent and type of force, for example physically advancing with an item in your hand, phone, or weapon. Your cell phone should be in your hand and plainly ready to dial. Keep weapons down at your side in a non-threatening manner but clearly visible. It should be noted that you should use a less than lethal weapon as grabbing a deadly weapon can be considered overkill in some cases. I would suggest using Cold Steels inferno pepper spray. It will ruin anyone’s’ day in seconds flat with over two million scovilles of heat.
  • Should the perpetrator refuse to leave by this point, give a final verbal warning now in an openly threatening mode. Weapons should now go to a ready to attack position, and phones should be up and dialed to 911.
  • The final step is open attack. All warnings have been ignored the trespasser/s are still persisting and you now feel in real danger. At this point you are now defending your home, your family, and yourself from an actual aggressive invader. Do what you must do to disable them and call the police. Get inside and lock the door until help arrives.

The above is an extreme example but there are reports of caseworkers getting really nasty in their attempts to enter a home. So being prepared to deal with a real situation is a big priority. You need to remember that unless they have valid court order, you are under no obligation to let them into your home. Even if you are renting an apartment you have every rite to defend it. This falls under what is called “castle laws” or “make my day laws”. These laws basically state that your home is your castle, and that you are permitted to defend it even with deadly force if you are threatened in it. I would advise looking up your local laws about the use of force before doing anything though. Ok now that we have established what you can do if they have no legal warrant, what should you do if they have a warrant? Or worse a police escort? This happens sometimes especially if you’ve rebuffed them from your property once already. Well first thing is first, know your rites. Even with a police escort and a warrant, in most states you can refuse entrance until you have legal counsel present. Cops can’t deny you the rite to have an attorney, and I would advise spending the money to keep one on retainer. Call it an investment to your future. Secondly, if you think a caseworker will be back with a warrant and or cops because you told them to leave your property, and they probably will, get the kids gone fast. Take the kids out a back door and away from the home. Your home might be your castle but against CPS there is only so much you can do. Make sure the coast is clear and get those children someplace safe and away from where CPS will be looking. Got friends across state lines great, Got a grandma in the next county awesome. Remember boarders are your friends and the bigger the boarder the better. Now that the kids are on their way to grandma’s place, you’re clear. When CPS shows back up with their warrant and police escort, invite them in for donuts and coffee.  No you can’t use rat poison on them, but I can’t help it if you mixed up aunt petunias laxatives with the sugar. Oops. Be pleasant, but remember that you forgot where the kids are exactly or when they will be back for that matter. Now their pissed, but they really can’t do much. If you thought ahead and hid all your instruments of torture and subjugation along with your plans for world domination with your army of zombie chipmunks, they will be forced to simply close the casefile and move on to the next innocent shmuck. Now as a final word. You’re probably thinking I am a complete nut-bar right now, and that all of this is excessive. Honestly I wish I was. The truth is that I had my little girl ripped away from me. Put through a criminal investigation, placed on a child abusers list, forced to go to therapy, made to jump through hoops like a trained monkey, publicly humiliated, and was even arrested at one point for no real reason and spent a week in jail before I could see a judge. Honestly I wish I was crazy, because then all of this would be fiction. But I’m not, and I wish someone had told me about how to handle these bastards a long time ago. I wish I had never trusted them. If I hadn’t perhaps my daughter would be sitting here with me now. Don’t think that this is all fiction, it can happen to you. Stand your ground and don’t be intimidated by CPS caseworkers. Know your rites and fight.

Welcome to my little corner.

Hey there and welcome to my dark and rather secluded corner of the web. Watch your head I haven’t cleaned out all the cobwebs yet. Still working on the place you know.

Well My Name is LeGivorden (Lay-Give-Or-Den). But you can call me Legy.

So who am I? Like most, I hate introduction posts, But heck got to start some place right? I used to run a blog years ago on Xanga. yeah you remember that old site? I think it’s still around, but damned if I haven’t done anything with it for years. Looking back I don’t know how I got so far with it. My spelling and grammar were atrocious. I used to talk allot about Satanism and the occult on it. I might still do that here a bit, but it won’t be my mane focus.

So Since that time I’ve changed quite a bit. Learned allot and did some serious growing up. Wrote a book. Working on publishing a second one if I can ever finish editing it.

This blog is here sorta like a personal journal…. For now. Most blogs have some sort of niche but heck I’ve been into so much over the years that I feel that a niche for me would actually reduce the quality of my posts.

So here I am. Check back form time to time for more stuff. maybe I can have the place cleaned up a bit by the time you get back.

Bye for now.