I see no need for lies here. We are not the "Salt of The Earth."
But Somebody has to do Something!
CHILDREN - THE LITTLE ONES - SMALL CHILDREN ARE SNATCHED FROM FRONT YARDS
WALKING HOME FROM THE BUS STOP - RIDING THEIR BIKES DOWN THE BLOCK TO A FRIEND'S HOUSE - AND THEY VANISH!
When The Lord speaks, you just shut up and listen.
460,000 Children A Year
Every year, from homes right here in America, an average of 460,000 children are reported missing by parents and/or guardians.
They went to school and didn't come home.
They were last seen getting off the school bus.
They were playing out in the front yard, or riding their bikes.
They were just being kids, doing what kids do.
Local Authorities
Local Authorities are successful in locating and returning 99% of all missing children, within the first 48 hours. There is NOTHING local police and sheriffs are more successful at, than finding missing children.
This still leaves 1% of missing children, who are not located withing the first 48 hours. If you don't know, the first 48 hours are absolutely paramount. Chances of finding a missing child after the first 48 hours are slim to none.
On Average, Every Year, 4,600 children are never seen
nor heard from again. They're still missing.
What Comes Next?
GRIEF - CRYING - BLAMING - PRAYING
Those parents try to sleep that night. They can't. Their child's bedroom is empty. They awaken in the morning, hoping it was just a bad dream. It wasn't. No sound of their child wanting breakfast, watching TV, playing their favorite game. Nothing!
Every time their phone rings, their hope rises, their hearts race. All they want to hear is someone on the other end tell them their child is safe, on their way home. It's just another friend or family member, offering their condolences. The phone becomes both an offering of hope, and the mechanism of further torture.
The Never Ending Funeral
There are no plans to be made, no plot to purchase, no headstone to be inscribed, NO CLOSURE! There is only emptiness, sorrow, and haunting thoughts which creep into the mind. Terrible visions of what may have happened. No decent adult dare think these thoughts, yet they creep in, ever torturing the parents.
Again, every time the phone rings, it offers that bitter sting of failed hope. It's another friend or loved one, seeing to hear what you cannot say, "She's Safe! She's here with us." By the end of the third day, all hope fades into disperse.
Why doesn't Somebody do Something?
The Call has been made! We're answering that call!
They're just small children. They need us to find them.
A Crazy Story
I once read a crazy story, in some random book I picked up. It was full of all manner of great stories. I just can't remember the name of it (sarc). Can you help me out with this problem?
There once existed a carpenter, a simple man of labor. Somehow, he became a kind of folk hero. All knew when he was coming to town. In one village, the leaders among them chastised the children as they ran to him, seeking to greet him with all their joy, at his arrival. He turned to these men with a stern and unyielding voice.
You shall suffer the children to come onto me, for they are precious in my father's sight.
Verily I say onto thee, inasmuch as ye have done it onto the least of these, my brethren, ye have also done it onto me. Are not the children the very least among us? Shall we continue to do nothing?
In The Land of The Free, The Home of The Brave
In every city, near every small town, and even out at the corner of No and Where, they hide their sins. They hide the small children, from which they intend to obtain great profits. The lives of small children, the Truly Undocumented, those whom few if any will ever miss, are but a means to an end, money, their love of money.
We have set out to find them.
EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!
A Road To Redemption
A personal transformation to inspire others
Nothing about this was planned. It all started with a small act of kindness for a wonderful, little old lady, Miss Honey. It just grew from there. Sometimes a path is revealed to you. You either walk that path, or try to pretend you never saw it.
The path was revealed because somebody, somebody wiser than I, knew I have the knowledge, the skills, a strong back, thick skin, and a stubborn attitude.
Somebody said, "Hey Stupid, this is why you were brought here. This is where I need you to go."
Yessir! I'm on my way. Hell or High Water, I'm on my way.
Upcoming Investigations
We found a Romanian girl on a Saturday. She was back in Romania by Sunday Evening. By Wednesday an article came out that Andrew Tate's Romanian Residence had been raided again, on "NEW" allegations.
Once sales of my novel, Love And The Curse, and T-Shirt Sales started picking up, in just this year we have seen to the rescue of 46 small children and 1-17 year. She too was a victim, owing the cartel $20,0000 for her passage here.
Kicked off the 2025 F-450 Super Duty Truck Giveaway.
$82.755.00 truck with a clean title and all federal "Gift Taxes" paid. Less than 20% of Novel and Shirt customers are even sending form.
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