Here is another story about what goes on ... "This guy is a professional predator," wonder how long this perp has been doing this?
"Turns out the guy had a video and audio system on him. He was actually video taping himself molesting the 8-year-old girl,"
Monday, April 30, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
BEWARE!...SEX OFFENDER
Bégin was sentenced to 11 years in prison after he attacked a 16-year-old girl at a Beauce hotel in 1994. He kidnapped her at knifepoint and locked her in the trunk of his car before he sexually assaulted her, punched her in the face and tried to strangle her.
Notes from Bégin's parole hearing in January 2007 concluded that he showed no remorse for his crime, failed to complete treatment and was a high risk to reoffend.
Prosecutors said they are concerned Bégin could reoffend...That's an understatement
Notes from Bégin's parole hearing in January 2007 concluded that he showed no remorse for his crime, failed to complete treatment and was a high risk to reoffend.
Prosecutors said they are concerned Bégin could reoffend...That's an understatement
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
something that was lost...
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that her and her husband are thinking of 'starting a family.''We're taking a survey,' she says half-joking... 'Do you think I should have a baby?
''It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
"I know,' she says, 'no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.'
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable?
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, 'What if that had been MY child?' That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of 'Mom!' will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child-care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that rest-room. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a Cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, and not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.
'You'll never regret it,' I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.
''It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
"I know,' she says, 'no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.'
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable?
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, 'What if that had been MY child?' That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of 'Mom!' will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child-care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that rest-room. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a Cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, and not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.
'You'll never regret it,' I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Notorious killer seeks parole
Lets Hope that this CREATURE DOES NOT GET PAROLE
This creature who killed a 16-year-old Mississauga, Ont., schoolgirl, and then taunted police and the victim's family in the days following the murder, is seeking parole today after 25 years in prison.
more here...please read http://tinyurl.com/36p8w2
Here is the web site of the young 16 year old NO FREEDOM DOBSON
http://www.nofreedomdobson.com/
please take time to read the petition and sign it
This creature who killed a 16-year-old Mississauga, Ont., schoolgirl, and then taunted police and the victim's family in the days following the murder, is seeking parole today after 25 years in prison.
more here...please read http://tinyurl.com/36p8w2
Here is the web site of the young 16 year old NO FREEDOM DOBSON
http://www.nofreedomdobson.com/
please take time to read the petition and sign it
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Courage
"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying,
"I will try again tomorrow"
Sunday, April 01, 2007
APRIL 1ST 1975
Sharron was found 32 years ago this evening
APRIL 1st 1975
MISSING...for 72 hours, before her body was found in a Bee keepers field in Longueuil, Quebec....
Would love to write more....
It's been a difficult few days for our family
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