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thealmightyrage-blog1 · 8 years ago

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The fight is half over, no time for mercy now.

We had what will hopefully be the last staffing meeting at DHS ever. In that meeting, the DHS supervisor informed my wife and I that legal custody would be signed back over to us at the end of August and that they would see how it went after that time. On September 21st, DHS will officially be closing the case, with no protective service case to follow, leaving us free to relocate to anywhere in the world we choose. Leaving might be the smartest thing we can do but as they say, I have unfinished business. Make no mistake about it, there will be a federal lawsuit and it will be initiated by me and me alone. I am filing pro persona without the help of a lawyer because there are so many sackless spineless money hungry sons of bitches running around calling themselves lawyers and I don't have time to waste on one and I sure as hell ain't gonna make one richer by begging him to take my case, fuck that shit. The DHS case worker and supervisor were surprisingly civil at this meeting, the hardest part of filing this lawsuit is going to be hardening my heart, because in all reality I am not truthfully a mean sumbitch. Don't get me wrong, I am sure even Satan himself can put on a nice face when he wants something, so this is all a ploy but I have to get mean and harden my heart to take on a group of individuals who by all definitions available are pure evil incarnate. Prior to filing this lawsuit however, my safe house will have to be fortified, I am expecting retaliation from these animals and when they do, not only will my house be protected, but my reaction will swift and severe, in the form of the filing of an emergency protective order. Anybody wishing to donate to the cause of freedom should do so via my GoFundMe page. At the bare minimum there will be cameras and a reinforced door, but in case there are any snooops from the department of evil services, I will not give away all my goodies that I have in store for them should they attempt to harass and intimidate my family once more. I am not a mean and nasty person by nature so hardening my heart will indeed be difficult for me, especially in the face of people who can easily change from sweet as pie to they're true nature so effortlessly. I have to acquire the ability to see beyond they're living bullshit, beyond they're living lies and see straight into they're evil black hearts and destroy them in a court of law. Make no mistake about it, I am going for broke, swinging for the fences, I do not want to wound them, I want reputations destroyed, careers ended and a giant bank account in the end. I want a life changing windfall that never would have occurred if I had not fought for what I believed in, fought to protect my family from having this ever happening again and reminding these sons of bitches that are people like this in my State and in this country and that serious consideration should be paid before victimizing anyone again, you just never know when your actions might turn a timid, calm and patient individual into a fighting, lawsuit filing judicial murder machine. I should emphasize at this point my objection to actual physical violence, I want to kill them in the court room, not in literal terms. I have never advocated violence. Nothing changed after Ruby Ridge, nothing changed after Waco, nothing changed after the OKC bombing, people died and life went on, that's it. There were no policy shifts, no grand awakening of a group of government officials, not a damn thing was changed by violence in those situations. After the lawsuits are filed, I know there will be many who will want information, unfortunately, I will not be commenting publicly after litigation commences as it could negatively impact my case, a self imposed gag order is what I plan on instituting against myself. It will truly be a miracle if a judge allows this case to move forward and does not dismiss it out of hand and if the judge does not dismiss it, it will truly be David versus Goliath, but damnit DCFS made a soldier out of me, a warrior and they are about to find out how big of a mistake they made by targeting MY family, by victimizing MY family, by traumatizing MY family, by cause stress and psychological duress to MY family, they have made a life changing error in judgement. At the end of the day, the battle is almost over, the war is coming. There must be no mercy shown by me because they will show me no less. Until next time. Blessed be, https://www.gofundme.com/andrewandchrissy https://www.facebook.com/pg/One-after-another-1387559854882114/about/?ref=page_internal

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thealmightyrage-blog1 · 8 years ago

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How I went from removal to reunification

So i wanted to write this before my daughter is returned to me and my life gets busy again. I will still be an activist after she is returned because there are so many families that need people like me. This is in summary what I have done from start to finish in order to reach the end result I find myself in. You can feel free to agree or disagree because although all are corrupt, each DHS office is different, each case is different and I will still be around to help. I made the mistake of letting them into my home; I know things now that I wish I had known then. If someone knocks on your door, no matter who it is, you now have the choice of whether or not you talk to that person or even let them in. I don't care if it is a Jehovah's Witness or a DHS worker, you don't even have to acknowledge their existence if you choose not to. You most certainly do not have to let them into your home without a court order or warrant. Make sure you ask to see any documentation they present as a means to gain entry into your home. Video tape and audio tape everything, in your private property, there is no defense against recording them and you don't even have to tell them they are being recorded if they are in your home. You may think Oh I will just let them in, I have nothing to hide. DON'T. The second you let them in, they will find something, anything as a reason to remove your children from that home. They may threaten to call the police, let them, they can't come into your home without a warrant either and THEY know that. Only way a DHS worker gets into your home is probable cause or imminent danger without your consent, they cannot enter your home. So here is what happens if your children are in fact removed from your home, this will almost always involve police because the cowards are understandably afraid of having they’re asses kicked by upset parents. 1. After removing your children, they have 72 hours to give you a probable cause hearing, this will determine 2 things. 1. Did they have a reason to remove the children from your home and 2? Do the conditions that led to the removal still exist? If they took your kids away because you had a dirty house, clean your house, then take time and date stamped pictures. Correct whatever issue they said led to the removal before the court date. Get a business card of the case worker, call them to setup visitation, make sure they tell you when the hearing is because it is a juvenile case; it will not be published online. You must find out, they are supposed to serve you with paperwork when they remove your child, they never served me. They may have an adjudication hearing at the probable cause hearing. If the judge finds that probable cause existed and still exists to keep your child from you, they will be classified as dependency neglect. All visitations will likely be arranged by DHS or your case worker, starting out it will not be much. You will likely be assigned a public defender if you are determined to be indigent or if you are somehow lucky and have a rich Uncle, you should hire a lawyer the second your child is removed. Your child will be assigned his/her own lawyer called an ad litum. In some States, there is an organization called CASA, these volunteer workers report directly to the judge and do not work for DHS, they are supposed to serve the best interest of the children and are supposed to be non-biased. Become friends with them, they can help you. If you don’t have your children returned to you at this hearing (Don’t feel bad 99% of parents aren’t that lucky) a review hearing will be set, usually for 30-90 days out. This next step is crucial. 2. The judge or someone from DHS will set a date for a staffing meeting; this is the meeting where they put a case plan together, setup services, demands goals etc. A lot of people may disagree with me but sign the case plan and comply with everything. If you don’t comply, they will tell the judge as much and it will make you look bad. If you do comply and they don’t give you more visitations or progress your case at a decent pace, you can say they are being unreasonable and you are complying. If you cannot comply with something, consult your lawyer and be prepared to explain and document why you cannot comply. Regardless of whether or not you have a drug or alcohol problem, expect urine tests. Expect to test positive for drugs, even if you have never even taken Tylenol, expect to test positive. When you do, be prepared to have your own money to get a hair follicle test done to contest they’re test. If you do test positive, always make sure you contest the results of the test, but be careful if you are in fact doing drugs, you need to stop doing drugs or drinking alcohol. Do not ask DHS for help with your drug problem, talk to your lawyer about that. If you have a drug and alcohol problem, get help because it looks better than not getting help for a problem. Even if you don’t have problems, DHS will say you have problems. You can almost guarantee that they will require parenting classes and individual counseling, possibly couples counseling. One thing to keep in mind is that if they require it as part of their case plan, they MUST fund it. Don’t worry about how you are going to pay for it because if they request it, they pay for it. Just be prepared to have to shell out some money for hair follicle tests, in my State, they were $100 for a urine test AND a hair follicle test, so not horrible. Make sure you go to a lab, don’t buy online kits or something from Walmart, you want to appear sophisticated. With parenting classes, do not take online courses, 99% of them won’t be admissible in court, let them refer you to the courses they want you to take. If they think you have a drug or alcohol problem, at the very least, expect to go to AA/NA twice a week at least. You WILL have to document your attendence!3. If it is in the case plan, assume it is court ordered, meaning if you don’t do it, it will make you look bad in front of the judge. Some things they may require of you are simple, maintain or obtain employment, a car, a stable housing situation etc. Like I said, in my case, I complied and signed the case plan. Note, complying with the case plan is no guarantee that you will have your children returned to you, but in my experience not complying is the fastest way to make sure they won’t. 4. In ANY interaction you have with the case worker, insist on communication via e-mail or text, you want a documented paper trail to show your attorney, judge, CASA volunteer etc. If you must talk to them on the phone, record every conversation, if you must interact with them in person, keep a tape recorder on you at all times. (I bought one on Amazon for $18.99) Honestly, I thought about getting a body cam, but am unsure of the technology right now. Most important thing, DOCUMENT EVERYTHING. If they send you to counseling, record the counseling session, if they call you in for a drug test at DHS, tape record it. 5. Use your Words appropriately. After every successful visit with your child, wait until the following morning and text them asking for increased visitation, if it is an hour a week, ask for two, after you get two, and ask for four. If they are placed with a family member, ask for visitation in that family member’s home. Always ask for more visitation, don’t demand anything because they will call you aggressive or unreasonable. Be careful about recording visitations, they may be your children, but they are in State custody. Maybe don’t video record the visit, ask the visitation specialist or case worker if you may take a photograph or two during the visit, if they refuse, document that a reasonable request was refused. If they refuse your request, say something like “Are you refusing my reasonable request to accommodate an increase in visitation? You want to make them seem unreasonable, this is especially useful if you are complying, peeing clean and generally doing what they ask of you. Be respectful with them at all times, they want you to lose your shit so they can tell the judge you are aggressive or have mental issues. Do not argue by text or e-mail or even on the phone, just because you are recording them, does not mean they are not recording you. Also, you need to be aware of the fact that hearsay (lies and fraud) are allowed in cases like this, that means they say something like, well the counselor we hired to evaluate them told us they have problems. That counselor will never have to testify, so be very careful what you say, this is why you record and document EVERYTHING, to protect yourself. 6. 5. I don’t care what you think of your public defender or lawyer, whether paid for or not. If they are a public defender, realize they don’t get paid shit, they have very few resources in which to help you fight your case and a lot of them don’t give a shit. Do their job for them. By documenting all conversations you have with your DHS case worker, making that case worker look unreasonable, complying with the case plan, providing them with every drug test result, you are helping them do they’re job. Communicate with them regularly, my lawyer told me to e-mail her once a week, I e-mailed her sometimes six times a week. Tell your lawyer everything that is going on because you know your case worker won’t. 7. If you are lucky enough to get a CASA volunteer assigned to your case, get business card or contact info. Often times, DHS case workers will never update these volunteers with good news or positive updates, that is your job. Contact them regularly too, but not as regularly as your attorney. Many of them are volunteers; few of them do this for a job or a career that pays the bills. Mine is a retired school counselor. CASA volunteers talk to your children, depending on their age, the foster parents or whoever is caring for your child when it isn’t you, they will talk to the ad litum, the case worker etc. They’re job is to gather information from every single person involved in this case and make a report, you have the ability to control the content of that report by becoming that volunteers best friend. That doesn’t mean take her out for drinks, that means show them you are a good parent and you do this by complying with the case plan, staying involved in your child’s life, showing up at EVERY visitation, doctor’s apt, any opportunity DHS gives you to see your child, take it and show up. If you miss a visitation or doctor’s apt, DHS will assume you don’t care and that will reflect in your CASA report. 8. 6. Find out who your case worker is, now find out who they’re boss is, they’re bosses boss and so on. Be prepared to write the most tactful e-mails you have written to these higher ups if the bottom feeders are being unreasonable. I have written e-mails so tactful that I told them to go to hell in such a way as to make them enjoy the ride. You can call them an asshole but there is actually a clever way of doing this. 9. Get connected politically, find out who your local State rep is, your local senator, your local congressman. Tell them your story, provide them with your lawyer’s contact info and let your lawyer know you have been in contact with these people. Often times, politicians will not get directly involved, ask them to intervene on your behalf with the goal being a diplomatic resolution, again many politicians love words so learn how to use them effectively. 2018 is an election year, use that to your advantage but don’t threaten to withhold your vote if they won’t help you, that is the quickest way for them to stop giving a shit. 10. Some may disagree with this, I don’t care. Don’t be afraid to talk shit about your DHS case worker on social media, you want to post anti DHS stuff? Fine, be careful about naming names though. I share and post a lot of anti-dhs stuff. For the love of god however, do not post anything that says I am going to go kill my case worker, blow up they’re building, stalk they’re families or any of that shit, quickest way to lose your kids forever right there. Dealing with DHS is a mental game, not a physical one, so no hitty kitty. Be careful what you post online, but don’t be paranoid, know that they will use it against you anyway, so you may as well do it anyway. Of course, they object to anti-DHS stuff, you are threatening they’re livelihood. You have a RIGHT to post it, freedom of speech, nobody has to like it, but it is your RIGHT11. While you’re asking for more visitations, your next goal after supervised visitation is unsupervised visitation, in your home. This will likely require a few home visits from DHS to make sure your home is clean and safe. Word to the wise, they HATE dogs. If you have them, expect your case to be more complicated, especially if you have one of those oh so scary dogs like a German shepherd or Pitbull or a Chihuahua. They will nail you to the wall if they do a home inspection and there is any dog urine on the floor, dog crap or even an over powering smell. (I had four dogs, my case worker put in her report that my house smelled like dogs, well no shit Sherlock)! After unsupervised visitation, the holy grail is trial home placement, this is where your children stay in your home for 30-60 days, unsupervised except for the occasional visit by DHS, CASA etc. If you screw this up, you may as well kiss your kids goodbye, no drugs, no alcohol, no arrest able offenses, this is your chance to be perfect and if you nail it, expect your kids to be home shortly after. You will have to coordinate with DHS on doctor’s appts, you should be able to use whatever doctor you want during this time, but DHS may have to give you some form of documentation letting the doctor know that DHS has custody of your child but you are free to take your children to this doctor kind of thing. This is where you get the most freedom with your children but this is also the most dangerous time because if anything goes wrong during this time, it’s your ass. You are under a microscope, but no need to act paranoid, act natural, be a parent, do what you already know you are capable of doing. Continue documenting everything, if you have an infant that produces diapers, take pictures of the diapers. That way if they claim you are causing the child to have diarrhea, you have photo evidence to the contrary. Date and time stamped pictures are the best, document everything, the fighter is almost over. 12. If you pass the trial home placement with no issues, hopefully what will happen at this stage is your lawyer will ask for a return to custody, where the judge will sign an order officially and legally returning custody of your child from the State, back to you. The court case is over at this point, however DHS can still ask that a protective service case remain open for a specified amount of time, usually six months to a year. This means, they still own your ass and can come over to visit any time they want to inspect your home and check up on you. They will have a harder time removing your children for minor infractions after custody has been returned to you. If a protective service case does not remain open, they are out of your lives, bada-boom they are gone but not forgotten. If your case gets closed, you are still on their radar for up to 2 years in my State (Arkansas) That way, if something happens in two years, they can bring up everything all over again. My advice? If they close your case with no protective service case, move out of the county, or better yet the State. Don’t give them any forwarding information, no phone number, no address, vanish *poof* 13. I have stated my opinions in this missive, these are the steps I have taken to get to where I am now, and they are a summary and are not all inconclusive. I would be happy to help anybody who reaches out to me, provided they have the self-respect to know that I have a life too and the patience to know that I am one man who can only do so much to help them. I will not respond to anybody who disagrees with me on ANY aspect of this document, this is the way I did it, I don’t care what you think about it, and it worked for me. I am not a lawyer, doctor or anything special. I am a father and an activist and DHS made me a solider. I will never ask for money or anything in return for the advice I give, it is free. However, I have set up a Go Fund me account and if you have found this information to be helpful and you find yourself in a position to show your gratitude and say thanks; my family sure would appreciate it. I will never ask or demand a dime from anybody though. I will generally be available for questions at any point in time, If I trust you enough, I may even give you my contact info beyond Facebook. Feel free to private message me but realize, I am still fighting my case. My time is limited. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and hopefully your children will be coming back into your home soon. Blessed Be,Andrew David Dziedzic https://www.gofundme.com/andrewandchrissy https://www.facebook.com/One-after-another-1387559854882114/?ref=bookmarks

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thealmightyrage-blog1 · 8 years ago

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The foundation of the DHS empire is crumbling

Yesterday, my wife and I went to court to address the accident that caused my daughter to be bitten by my Pitbull boxer Mikey. My wife and I were each facing a class D felony and an unclassified misdemeanor for a charge of animal cruelty. The police said that I was starving the dog because it had a visible rib cage, well shit I have a visible rib cage and I am definitely not starving. The dog was hyperactive and was fed twice a day. If anybody was guilty of animal cruelty, it was DHS for ordering me to put him in a cage 24/7 in February. We knew in advance what was going to happen in court, but it still felt good to put pen to paper. The prosecutor offered us a deferral, meaning that the case would go unresolved for a year and at the end of that year, barring any jail able offenses and some other reasonable requests, the charges would be dismissed. When this story first broke on Facebook, some people told me that doing this was an admission of guilt, that at any time during the year, DHS or a dirty cop could arrest me and put me in jail and then the full force of these charges would come crashing down again. It was not an admission of guilt; it was an admission by the prosecutor of defeat. There was absolutely no evidence to convict us of these crimes and while I do not suspect any collusion between the prosecutor and DHS, it most likely has infuriated DHS that this deal was made to my wife and I. I fully expect they will try their best to screw me up. The protective service case administered by DHS is expected to end in November, 90 days after legal custody of my daughter is signed back over to my wife and I, something that will occur in September. Basically, DHS no longer has a DWI charge against me and no longer has a felony charge against my wife and I, they are losing once again. I haven't spent a lot of money battling DHS, yet. What I have spent is time, money can be earned and re earned but time can never be returned or refunded. My daughter was in day care during court yesterday, the State is paying for it so I might as well take advantage of it. It proving beneficial to my daughter as well, she is learning routine, making friends and socializing and I trust the people caring for her. They are funded by the State but they are not the State. They use high tech security to keep the children safe and I have confidence in their ability to care for my daughter, also since the child care costs more than my rent, I have no problem forcing the State to pay for it. I know that a fight is looming on the horizon, I have my daughter back, but the aforementioned time that can never be returned is something that I will attempt to have refunded in the form of a federal lawsuit that I will be filing sooner rather than later and it will be done pro se. I have been warned by so many that my "rebellious" attitude such as posting negative posts on social media and all the work I do as an activist puts my custody of my daughter in jepordary. I have been told that I should stop being rebellious for the sake of my daughter and I tell them this: I am rebellious FOR the sake of my daughter. I do not want my daughter growing up to be a carpet that can just be walked all over, I want my daughter to grow up and question authority, question everything. To have respect for authority but never trust it. Being rebellious is for my daughter's benefit, to have her to grow up and stand up for herself and take no shit from anybody is a life lesson that will serve her well for the rest of her life. I do not fear nor am I intimidated by DHS anymore but without using violence, without using threats, without using coercion, they will learn to fear me. I do not need violence or threats or coercion to make them fear me. However, they're way of life is in danger, they're livelihood is threatened and so of course they feel insecure. For now however, I will leave it on a positive note. I have my daughter back and will stand and fight with any parent, any grandparent, and any person who has been victimized by DHS/DCFS/CPS and will offer any advice and support that I can. My Facebook page and subsequent Go Fund me legal defense fund are the best ways to show gratitude, but unlike some unscrupulous people who masquerade as advocates and "lawyers" I will never demand payment to offer my advice and support. Support me if you can, share if you can't and hopefully my story ends up in the hands of someone in a position to help. Until next time:Blessed be Andrew D. Dziedzic https://www.facebook.com/One-after-another-1387559854882114/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel https://www.gofundme.com/andrewandchrissy

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thealmightyrage-blog1 · 8 years ago

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Vindication

Today, I thought I would post the results of my court trial regarding a DWI-drugs charge in which the boner biting bitch bag of a police officer made a bogus blame and put me in jail for 12 hours. Since the piss test came back negative way back in March, the State had no evidence to convict me with the crime so I was found not guilty by what is called a direct verdict. Sadly, Arkansas is such a fucktarded State that I still had to pay $100 for the public defender, plus I got found guilty of careless/prohibited driving. That added more fines and fees, the judge is going to let me do 12 hours of community service at a rate of $10 an hour to pay off come fees. The walrus fucker of a prosecutor colluded with the police to waste 4 months of my life, put me in jail for 12 hours and waste tax payer dollars, all for something I FUCKING KNEW I was innocent of. I made sure to make a copy of the charge report that contained a big fat not guilty on it and brought it right down to my local DHS office, I wanted to slap that cocksucker of a case worker in the face with it but he DAMN SURE knows I am innocent now. Now if they submit any documentation to court stating that I was guilty or doing drugs or whatever, I can call bullshit with PROOF! Fucking feeling fantastic today, despite the fact that it is a million degrees out. Have to go to court on Monday for the bullshit charge of endangering the welfare of a minor so hopefully that charge can get dropped because the prosecutor won't sleep with the DHS investigator so I know that slut isn't getting what she wants out of that case either. By September, all these charges, all these fines, all this FUCKING BULLSHIT should be in my rear view mirror and then I can look forward to more vindication when I sue the ever loving FUCK out of these snot nosed titty flicking sons of BITCHES! And THAT is how I REALLY feel. https://www.facebook.com/One-after-another-1387559854882114/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel https://www.gofundme.com/andrewandchrissy

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thealmightyrage-blog1 · 8 years ago

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The hits just keep on coming

My daughter was illegally removed from my legal custody by Stone County social services in Missouri on Feb 6th 2017. When I finally got to visit with her and go to her doctor's appointments, I found out that the plastic surgeon who worked on her also doubled as a miracle worker. You almost couldn't tell anything happened to her. Due to the fact that I failed to vaccinate my dog for rabies, they forced my daughter to undergo a series of rabies shots; the case worker actually told me he wanted me at those appointments to teach me a lesson about rabies. It was actually meant to torture me I think. Don’t get me wrong, they gave her the shots in the leg, but after the entire trauma my daughter and wife and I had endured, this was almost too much to bear. My daughter was suffering because the state had turned my dog aggressive. My daughter's birthday was March 14th and my wife and I demanded DHS acknowledge that as a special day, we were only supposed to get an hour a week of visitation. Not only did we get two hours on her birthday, we were able to take our daughter to a place of our choosing, provided DHS was supervising. We took her to an absolute perfect place for a child her age. It seemed like every time we saw her, the provisional placement told us something new that had developed. An ear infection, allergies, GERD, acid reflux, it was always something new. The home my daughter stayed in was clean than a hospital and I doubt my daughter was ever exposed to anything, so naturally she was always sick. DHS loved it when she was sick, they could use that information against me somehow. It didn't work through but it was frustrating to see my daughterunnecessarily sick all the time. Due to some pieces of shit my mother in law lived with, she had to move out of the house she had been living in for about 8 years and move about 60 miles away. It was late March when the last of her stuff was packed into my truck and I was finally headed home with an empty truck around 7pm on March 20th, my night was go from fantastic to absolutely horrible. The first time I got pulled over that night, the Fayetteville cops told me I had a tail light out, ok no big deal, give me a warning and on my way I go. It was somewhere between Hindsville and Goshen I believe that Officer dick face pulled me over. It was around 8pm or so and I would later learn that I had my day time running lights on at night, I had only driven that truck a few times and almost never at night. I had no idea there was a setting for night time lights, I just figured the lights sucked. Just before I had gotten pulled over, I swerved to avoid hitting a black truck with no headlights or tail lights on. The inbred country cop that pulled me over said that somebody called in an erratic driver matching my truck's description and that I was "swerving all over the road" He asked me the routine questions that any logical cop would ask, have you been drinking, are you on anything etc.? He asked me to a field sobriety test, which I agreed to, knowing I had balance issues to begin with. I later came to believe that agreeing to this stupid test was a mistake; I cannot walk a line heel to toe because that is an un-natural way to walk, I mean who walks like that? I was unable to stand on one leg for more than ten seconds at time, however had he asked me to touch my nose and lean back, recite the alphabet backwards, I could have done it. I was stone cold sober; my wife had been with me the entire day so she can testify that the only drug I had taken was caffeine. They found the energy drink in my truck. They asked to search my truck, now I hadn't owned this truck for long but I knew for a fact that it was clean, so I said sure. They obviously found nothing. The asshole still wasn't satisfied. He asked me to go to the Sheriff's department with him to take a field sobriety test, apparently in his neck of the woods, they don't have portable blowers anymore, they use some sophisticated shit now. So, I went with him, he left my wife and truck on the side of the road in Hindsville, at about 9pm. What a great cop this guy was. I got down to the Sheriff's department and they did they're stupid test; they have you blow into a straw twice, for verification purposes. I blew .000 twice. OK, so no alcohol. Then, they get this guy who looks like a former junkie reject from Blink 182 to ask me all sorts of questions, what kind of drugs I was taking; they think I am on something blah blah blah. He is not a certified drug guy and they tell me they are going to take me down to Fayetteville to undergo more tests, take a piss test, which I agreed to and it was just a formality. I take the piss test and perform some more tests and then country cop and city boy have a pow wow. They still think I am on something, like a stimulant or something. (Caffeine is a stimulant, a legal one mind you) They transport me from Fayetteville back to Huntsville and then inform me at around midnight on March 21st they were charging me with DWI-drugs and careless or prohibited driving. By this time, my wife and mother in law had showed up and then were PISSED! They told my wife, the piss test could take several weeks and unless they came up with $800, I might sit there for a few weeks until my piss came back clean. Meanwhile, my wife is scrambling to find a bail bondsman, crying, screaming and is honestly more upset than I am. I spent about 12 hours in jail so they could monitor me and I was released on a PTA on March 21st. I am glad my wife didn't waste any mind on these hick ass bastards who had kidnapped me. It wasn't until June that I got to go before a judge and my public defender presented me with the piss test, oh my god I actually tested positive for something. Caffeine. Now, if you thought the cop was a cock sucker, the prosecutor must have been his mentor. Even when presented with obvious evidence that I was under the influence of nothing that would have impaired my ability to safely drive a car, he actually asked the judge if I could have had enough caffeine in my system to impair me, the judge actually laughed at him. Sadly, in Arkansas, a charge of DWI cannot just be dropped; you must stand and receive a verdict. This could not be done in June since the forensic toxicologist who tested my piss was not in court and could not be in court until my next court date which is tomorrow, July 13, 2017. This fat slob of a prosecutor saw fit to waste tax payer dollars carrying on a case for almost 4 fucking months when obvious evidence of my innocence was right fucking there!!! Of course, DHS used this against me. At the time, my wife was getting two hours a week of visitation to see our daughter; I was only allowed one because it was assumed that I was guilty of taking drugs and driving erratically. It was only after I got the clean piss test back in June, which I copied and sent to DHS that they started to change they're tune. Related to the felony charge bullshit, I go to court on July 17, 2017 for that. It has been rumored that the prosecutor in that case will offer my wife and me a deferral. We don't plead guilty or pay fines and if we stay out of trouble for a year, the charge will be dismissed. I have been told that this prosecutor is not a fan of DHS. I know I leave a lot of holes in my stories so if people reading this have questions, please feel free to interact with me. I am not a professional author so if I jump around a lot, it is because I am telling these stories from personal experience and I choose what I write. How it comes out may not be pretty but it is the sad truth. In the next edition of my blog, I will describe reunification, how it felt, the obvious signs of trauma when she finally was allowed to come home and DHS excuses. Until next time Blessed be. https://www.facebook.com/One-after-another-1387559854882114/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel https://www.gofundme.com/andrewandchrissy

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thealmightyrage-blog1 · 8 years ago

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From bad to worse

The accident that happened to my daughter happened on a Monday and I firmly stand by my belief that DHS caused my daughter to be attacked by my Pitbull. First of all, they ordered me to kennel the dog OUTSIDE at all times. Arkansas is not exactly a tropical State so imagine Feb in Arkansas, it is not even a deep southern State, and it is a southeastern State. The temperature on Feb 6, 2017 was between 48 and 68 degrees that day, not exactly freezing but would you want to camp out overnight with a blanket and a tarp covering your kennel? The reality is, DHS is guilty of animal cruelty and I get it sure, they are the Department of HUMAN Services, not sure what service it is that they actually provide without forcing it upon people but that's another story. They still have to abide by the laws of the United States and they are point blank guilty of animal cruelty. This dog, my dog Mikey was a very hyperactive dog, if canine ADHD is a thing, he had it. I fed that dog alone twice a day. The day he attacked my daughter, I was forced to feed him a third time because the one of the police officers who responded to this incident did not believe that I fed that dog twice a day, he had a visible ribcage was apparently the only evidence they were planning on using against me but we will get to that in a moment. So on Monday, my daughter was taken to a hospital and then airlifted to a hospital out of State (Missouri) because they feared she had a fractured skull. Stone County Social Services took custody of my daughter without a warrant and with no probable cause, to the best of my knowledge; Arkansas DHS never even took custody of my daughter. My wife's aunt was forced to go pick up my daughter in Springfield after we were escorted out of the hospital. So, two days after my daughter is attacked, in an accident caused by Arkansas DHS, my wife and I decided that the best thing we could do is make the hardest decision we ever had to make. We chose to rehome the three remaining dogs we had, minus the Pitbull was scheduled for execution by the State of Arkansas. We initially tried to place the dogs temporarily with friends or family, in a futile and hopeless attempt that we may one day reclaim the dogs. We managed to place the oldest dog with my mother in law, it is doubtful we will reclaim her due to her age. The other two were finally able to be placed with a rescue. I say this was the hardest decision I ever had to make and people are going to judge and criticize but the fact remains that I had these dogs before my daughter was born and I believed I could balance the two. The reality was, I had too many dogs and my love of animals blinded my obvious and more important love for my daughter. On Wed Feb 8, just 24 hours before my wife and I were to have the case against us by DHS closed and have these monsters out of our lives, we received a knock at the door late in the afternoon. It was the local police department, they asked my wife and me to step outside and the second we did, they informed us there was a felony warrant for our arrests. There were at least two police officers, two cruisers, perhaps more. It was overkill. My wife suffered a very nasty cut as a result of trying to pry my daughter away from the Pitbull and her arresting officer made it worse by twisting her thumb during the arrest. We did not resist, I had no shoes on and managed to be able to slip some shoes on that a friend had left on my porch. My wife and I were charged with 1 count of endangering the welfare of a minor, which in Arkansas is a Class D Felony and 1 count of animal cruelty, which on the indictment is listed as an unlisted misdemeanor. Now, imagine this, we are being charged with animal cruelty, but there is a house full of dogs who haven't been out to use the bathroom yet, haven't been fed etc. The police didn't seize the dogs and take them to a shelter; they were still there when we got out of jail 12 or so hours later. Did they really believe the bullshit charge they gave me or did they think allowing my dogs to go a day without a meal, adequate amounts of water and stuff like justice? Mind you, my Pitbull boxer was quarantined in the kennel outside as required by Arkansas law for 10 days. So, 4 dogs, no food, no water, no outside time to relieve themselves but I'M guilty of animal cruelty?? Bullshit is what it was. I felt guilty, but I was not guilty. My wife had never been arrested, same with me. I had never seen the inside of a jail cell, let alone been booked on anything. The fact that our faces, names and charges would now be blasted all over the internet and especially living in a small town, I knew that our reputations, whatever was left of them were gone. Two days after the accident that affected my daughter and our family and I was stuck in a cell to dwell on all that emotion. I closed my eyes and could still hear her screams, I cried for my wife, my daughter, both innocent in all of this. If I only got rid of the Pitbull sooner, none of this would have happened. I should mention that the Pitbull was NEVER aggressive before DHS ordered us to kennel him outside our home, two weeks before this accident; he was licking my daughters face, showing affection for and earning our trust to have that dog around our daughter. I have plenty of photos of this dog lying peacefully a few feet from my daughter, so who caused this accident to happen? DHS. They caused my daughter to be attacked and they killed my dog. I sat in that cell and wondered what my wife was doing, how she was coping? I wasn't worried about my daughter because I knew she was getting medical care and before I was kicked out of the hospital, I was at least aware of the fact that her injuries were superficial. I knew my daughter was probably with my wife's aunt, so I knew she was in good hands but of course I thought about her, I just did not worry about her. We were told we weren't even going to see a judge to set our bail until Friday, I wondered what would happen to our DHS case on Thursday, literally a million things went through my mind as I sat in that cell. As appetizing as the jail food was, I declined and did not eat until I gained my freedom. That freedom would come Thursday morning; they were preparing my fashionable jump suit which I had on for all of about 10 minutes when they allowed me to take a shower because they said I had court. I don't know how, I don't know why, but I have a feeling either our lawyer in the DHS case or somebody pulled some strings because it was Thursday, not Friday and we were having a bail hearing in front of the same judge that oversaw our DHS case. I have no problem with this by the way; the issue of this judge recusing himself never even came up. From my point of view, here was a judge who knew the backstory to our DHS case, knew how hard we had fought, our successes, our mistakes, and now this case happens. I could not have asked for a more fair and impartial judge. We were released on our own, no bail, no bond, just a promise to appear. This was a felony warrant mind you, so try to put that in perspective, we were let go without having to pay anything, just promise to show up. They also, for convenience sake adjudicated our DHS case and started the process of getting our daughter back again. And that as they say, is how this portion of the story ends. There is so much more that I will be adding in the coming months and even the coming days. Be sure to stay tuned for more. If you find it in your heart to help fund a home security setup and a pro se lawsuit that is going to be taking place soon, I urge you to donate or share with perhaps someone who is in a position to do so. Until next time. Blessed be. https://www.facebook.com/One-after-another-1387559854882114/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel https://www.gofundme.com/andrewandchrissy

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thealmightyrage-blog1 · 8 years ago

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The second coming of Satan and it’s minions

As an ignorant virgin victim of Arkansas DHS, after the judge signed over legal custody of our daughter back to my wife and I, I thought I was on easy street. I thought DHS was out of my life, I thought wrong. The judge signed back legal custody from the State of Arkansas back to her rightful and legal parents on Jan 21, 2017. I believe my wife and I were supposed to go to court on Feb 9th 2017, although I could be wrong, we were supposed to go court on a Thursday. Feb 6th had other plans. My wife and I had what we believed would be our final staffing ever with DHS in January, before the judge signed back legal custody. It was agreed upon that my Pitbull boxer would be maintained in a kennel outside at all times, I reluctantly agreed to save my daughter from the clutches of these monsters. Keep in mind, it's January in Arkansas, not exactly tropical weather. So, I went to Ace Hardware store, right after the staffing and bought a $289 kennel, a very large kennel for the size of my dog. Two weeks before the incident I will get to in a little bit occurred, that dog was licking my daughter's face, comforting her, cuddling with her and generally showing my wife and I he could be trusted around our daughter. This dog, Mikey was called everything from a fighting dog to a bait dog my DHS and nothing could be further from the truth. Whenever he was in the house, he was a social dog, like all the others. He hated to be isolated and when he was around people, he cuddled, played and laid down on a couch fit for him. So, when I was forced to isolate him in a kennel, he grew aggressive and jealous of my daughter. I should mention that six months prior to this incident, he had bitten a friend of mine in the face, in all fairness and my friend still defends the dog to this day, he went to go hug the dog and ended up backing him up in a corner and pinning him against the wall, he responded like I believe any dog would. He lashed out at my friend; it was done and over in one second but this was a Pitbull boxer, his teeth sharp, and his jaw powerful. As my friend ran to the bathroom to try to clean up, my dog seemed remorseful and confused but I put him a back room and isolated him from the rest of the house. After I made sure my dog was secure, I went to go check on my friend, as soon as I had seen his face, and I knew we were going to the hospital. That dog made a check mark on my friend's face, very bloody but was later fixed by a good plastic surgeon. I had to give a police report, where my friend maintained it was his fault the dog attacked, but I had to quarantine the dog for 10 days in my home because I had an area deemed safe and secure enough by animal control to do such a thing, he was not up to date on his rabies shots, luckily for my friend, I had at least three witnesses testify that he was not positive for rabies so my friend did not have to undergo rabies shots. This dog came from a rough past, I got him from somebody else who rescued him from that rough life, and I do NOT believe he was ever made to be a fighting dog or a bait dog. I have been around dogs all my life; he did not have it in him. He was scared, under loved, ignored, lonely, he had absolutely been abused but a fighting dog? No way. One of my first memories of my first dog was a handsome German shepherd named Chip, most non-violent dog you ever saw unless you came in our house without knocking. Point being, I was used to be around big dogs and felt like I could read them accurately. There was nothing that could have prepared me for what was about to happen. So, the first night we kept Mikey in the kennel, brought him blankets, food, water, treated him like a King, visited him often, made sure he wasn't ignored. It was either the second or third night of this arrangement that he had escaped from his cage, it was during the day. The way the cage was situated and designed, he should not have been able to escape, but we found out he was tunneling from under the cage and getting out that way, so we modified the kennel. Putting cinder blocks and roofing tiles along the perimeter of the kennel to prevent his escape. This was borderline animal cruelty I thought and DHS was forcing me to commit it. Fast forward to the evening of Feb 6th, Mikey was in his kennel and it was around 8pm or so, I am sure the police report and DHS have a more accurate time. Our daughter was playing on the living room floor, I was watching Pro Wrestling and I believe my wife may have been putting clothes away or doing something in the bedroom, we heard a scratching at the door. We have a cat as well, so we thought it was the cat. I really wish my wife had looked outside the window before she opened the door, it was not the cat. It was a shivering and angry Pitbull named Mikey. Once my wife opened the door, the dog bounded past her with the might of his 60 pound frame. My wife went to go grab a leash to secure him with and was searching for a leash for not more than 20 seconds when the dog attacked. I was mere inches from my daughter when the dog lunged at her, grabbing the back of her head, instinctively and immediately, I wrapped my arm around the dogs neck to prevent him from swinging my daughter, my wife was desperately trying to pry his jaw open as my daughter was screaming. I will not forget those screams for a very long time. My other three dogs were in the house and all they could do were growl and bark, to this day I will never understand why none of them tried to intervene. I believe the worst of it lasted about 30 seconds but it felt like forever. After my daughter was free of his grasp, I was not thinking. I opened the front door and let the dog just run free. My wife wrapped a towel around my daughter and applied pressure while I dialed for emergency services. The police were the first to arrive, whole lot of good that did my daughter, no medical attention, just some bullshit lecturing and trying to calm my wife down. It felt like forever for the ambulance to arrive. The police had advised me to regain control and custody of the dog because if it attacked anybody else, I would be held criminally and possibly civilly liable. My dog was scared, nervous, confused, it took me about 30 mins to find and regain custody of him, by that time the ambulance had already begun transporting my daughter to a nearby hospital, well some people call it a hospital, it is more a walk in clinic/morgue. It took some time for me to get that dog back in the kennel; I had told the police officer that I fed this dog twice a day. He didn't believe me. This was a hyperactive dog and had a visible rib cage. I attempted to throw a bowl full of food into the kennel, which the officer prevented me from doing; he insisted I go into the kennel to feed him. I was not afraid of the dog, I was afraid he would get out again and all I wanted to do was be with my daughter at that point. Arkansas is not one of those lovely little States where you can just shoot dogs for doing this sort of thing and the police aren't really allowed to shoot dogs if they are not personally being attacked. Mikey wasn't interested in attacked anybody, he was lonely and wanted to be around somebody. My daughter ended up having to be airlifted from that pathetic excuse of a hospital to Springfield, MO. They were afraid the dog had fractured my daughter's skull. I called a friend who was battling cancer at the time and she agreed to transport my wife and me almost 3 hours away by car to the hospital where my daughter had been taken. Neither my wife nor I could ride in the helicopter because they informed my wife that if she were to ride, a medical professional would not be able to ride, we wanted every able person taking care of our daughter with expertise. So, off we went to Springfield. I believe the police and all the excitement was over by about 9:30, we were at the hospital before midnight. We found out almost immediately that my daughter suffered lacerations and may suffer permanent scarring on the head but did not suffer a skull fracture. She got the best of a bad situation. Legal custody had been returned to me by a judge, but a protective service case was still open and was supposed to be closed 3 days after the attack happened. I would make that court hearing that Thursday but it wasn't in the way I wanted to attend. We found our daughter resting peacefully and after making sure she was ok and being informed about some basic medical questions we had, a nurse and a security guard appeared in our hospital room. The nurse informed us that a protective hold was being placed on our daughter by Stone County social services on behalf of Arkansas DCFS and that we were immediately to leave the hospital. We were allowed to say goodbye to our daughter and off we went, no choice but to go or start a scene. The only benefit we got knew our daughter would recover. Arkansas DCFS had now kidnapped our daughter for a second time without a warrant; this was a serious situation now because we knew that DHS would go for the jugular this time. This fight was going to be different, they were going to try and terminate our rights. They would attempt to do so over my dead body. It was a long and lonely ride home that night, but it was not the same numbing feeling we felt the first time, no we spent the ride home formulating a plan on where to go from here. We knew the other 3 innocent dogs had to go, any indication that we were going to try to put our dogs above our daughter had to be eliminated immediately. We had no idea how bad it was about to get, but for you to find out, you will have to wait until the next installment. https://www.facebook.com/One-after-another-1387559854882114/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel https://www.gofundme.com/andrewandchrissy

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Into the depths

As if having my daughter being removed from my home wasn't enough of a traumatic experience, within 30 mins of the removal, my wife and I were summoned to our local DHS office for a drug screen. Now, for all you guys out there who are now in fight or flight mode, answer me this. Can you pee? How about now? Can you pee in front of a woman? My wife was allowed to pee, supervised in front of a woman, but because no men were employed by DHS at the time, I was subjected to having to attempt to urinate in front of a woman. I don't believe I had a whole lot of hydration in the 30 mins since my daughter had been kidnapped and I have a condition called "nervous bladder" to begin with, it is extremely difficult to urinate while I know others are watching. After about ten minutes, they grew impatient and marked me down as a refusal to provide a sample. I would not get a visitation with my daughter on that day but not because of an allegedly failed drug test, because DHS wasn't ready to grant me a visitation. I was under the impression that they were evaluating her for adoption, photographing her, detailing anything they could use to get more money by declaring her medically needy etc. I am positive that they saved her photos and information to put on a website later; they assumed I was not going to fight for my daughter. Boy were they wrong. I don't think they anticipated me. It was after the sham of a dependency hearing that I first heard the word "staffing". This was the meeting where they would make they're ransom demands. They call it a case plan, I call it ransom demands. At the first staffing, they had the audacity to demand that I pay child support; I asked what the child support was going towards. It was my lawyer who informed me that it went towards a Well care checkup and medical needs, so I asked her what the hell the insurance we had for her was for? Not too many answers on her end. Don't get me wrong, I liked my attorney but she was not a rock the boat kind of attorney, she was conditioned to tow the line, follow the crowd, she had been beaten down by DHS so many times, I am confident that her legal prowess was impotent at this point. She did fight for my wife and I because I know she believed we were fit parents but I think she could have fought harder. Having a fact finding session where the lies of case workers and investigators could be exploited would have been beneficial to later cases I believe, but I am no lawyer. Just a pissed off parent who wanted his daughter back. The case plan contained a reasonable amount of nonsense. I had trouble getting my daughter to stop crying one day and I was always told to call somebody for help if you got frustrated, well I had no friends or family in the area and my wife was at work. I called the worst person I could have ever called for "help” I called the investigator from DHS. God, could I get any dumber? She said she just got out work and would be right over; it was a 5 minute drive from DHS to my house. She showed up in what I can only describe as yoga shorts and a sports bra. (She just got out of work in that? Was I sure she worked at DHS)? Unfortunately for me, the house was a bit of a mess, this was before the removal (I just around a lot so try to keep up) There were old beer cans lying around the house, so naturally she assumed I was under the influence of alcohol while caring for my daughter. She would later include this in a falsified report. She called my wife at work and had my mother in law come over, she said if they did not show up, she was going to take my daughter, but luckily she showed up. I believe my mother in law asked my wife who the hooker was holding her grand-daughter. After about an hour of DHS inspired drama, she left, my wife was home from work for the rest of the day, out half a day's wages and our daughter was still with us, my wife lost money because the investigator was a drama queen with a pathological lying problem. The next day, I was visited by Caitlyn Jenner to talk about my obvious substance abuse problem (Sarcasm) so, fast forward to the staffing meeting, after my daughter had been removed and we are staring at the domestic terrorist's list of ransom demands. Attend 24 hours of parenting classes, maintain stable employment, stable housing, transportation, I was required to attend AA classes (and somehow manage to maintain employment) I think I attended about 8 weeks of them before an old timer questioned why I was even there. "You’re not an alcoholic" he told me. Well no shit. What I am was a pissed off father who was willing to do anything to get his daughter back. I never admitted to anybody that I had a substance abuse problem, because I didn't. Receive a psychological evaluation, attend counseling to address substance abuse (Counselor didn't think I had a substance abuse problem) Undergo a drug and alcohol assessment to determine my level of substance abuse (Evaluation came back that I had a low probability of having a substance abuse or drug problem) Legs were being kicked out from they're case and they were growing desperate but there was a silver lining for them! They're paid psychologist diagnosed me with "ADHD and narcissistic tendendaices” Apparently challenging they're authority and knowing I was better than them was narcissistic, but kidnapping children with visions of valor was not. Now remember I said I had difficulty urinating in front of other people, let alone women? Well, apparently if I drink a certain energy drink, it apparently gives me temporary diabetes and I can piss in a war zone with bombs dropping and gunshots going off. Of the incidences where I was able to urinate, not a single drug test came back positive for jack shit. One test however, did test positive for THC, the tester was a known pot user so I know exactly how that happened. I contested it by marking it down on a piece of paper but they later lied and said I never contested it. My attorneys forced DHS to pay for a hair follicle test, surprise! It came back flat line negative. Now, if a hair follicle test is good enough for the FBI and other government agencies to test for drug use, you would think it would be good enough for the Arkansas Department of Children and Families? Noooooo. The cheap knock off urine tests continued and sometimes I was able to pee, and sometimes I was not. Still not testing positive for anything. I should mentioned that my wife tested positive for THC on her very first drug test, she was on her period, on birth control and the mere smell of pot closes her throat so since she was still alive and not smoking pot, another bogus test for them to parade around in front of the judge. They eventually gave up on the drug tests and in year or so this case has been going on, my wife and i have each tested positive for THC once each. The funny thing about the counselor who DHS paid to talk to me about my substance abuse is that she talked a lot of shit about DHS and the case workers don't get me wrong, she was happy to cash the checks they wrote but man the stuff I learned from this counselor was priceless. Visitation started out as one hour a week in hell (DHS location) and slowly started to progress, we had supervised visits in the community at the Jones Center in Springdale. I want to say in fairly short order, once they determined our house was "good enough" and a sufficient amount of the case plan was completed, they gave us unsupervised visitation in our home on the weekends. Now imagine this, your about six months old and once a week for two days a week, you get put in a car, driven about an hour away and then have to go back in about two days, repeat this about 4 or 5 times. My daughter was taken on June 23, 2016, by about October; they were starting to talk about trial home placement. With Thanksgiving on the horizon, I started to make a real strong issue and made sure they knew that if my daughter were not allowed to celebrate her first Thanksgiving and Christmas with us, we would be they're conscious and we would not let up. Trial Home placement began I believe on November 21st 2016, just a few days before Thanksgiving. She was home! We were instructed to document everything; the foster mother had previously accused us of causing her diarrhea. You know what else causes diarrhea? Frequent medication changes, stress, confusing amounts of travel, ya know the stuff DHS was subjecting our daughter to because well, medically needy here! So we documented EVERYTHING. What time she ate, what she ate, we photographed every single diaper and indicated whether or not it was a diaper full of pee or a diaper full of DHS promises. We weighed her once a day, documented her weight and the time her weight was taken. We documented her baths, her mood, just about everything you could document about a baby, just to protect ourselves against lies. Oddly enough, at some point during trial home placement, she wasn't on as many medications and as my daughter's stress was relieved, so was her d diarrhea. Legal custody was returned to us by a judge on January 21, 2017 following a 60 day trial home placement period. The judge's order did some important things, not only did it return legal custody of our daughter back to my wife and I, it voided all child support, including any amounts we still owed. I made sure to pay just enough child support to keep my license from being suspended and myself and my wife out of jail. My wife and I were married so you would think that we would be jointly paying child support? Oh no, DHS loves double dipping. My wife and I EACH had our own child support account, we each had to pay $10 a week to care for the medical needs of our daughter that my daughter’s insurance was already paying for. So where did that extra money go I wonder? That is the end of this chapter of my blog, tune in next time to find out how DHS wormed they're way back into my family's life and kidnapped her without a warrant yet a second time. https://www.facebook.com/One-after-another-1387559854882114/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel https://www.gofundme.com/andrewandchrissy

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thealmightyrage-blog1 · 8 years ago

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The beginning

My nightmare began in April of 2016. My daughter was born on March 14th 2016 and my wife naturally wanted to breast feed because "everyone" said it was the best thing in the world for newborns, even though there is no actual difference in the performance of babies who were breast fed versus formula fed. Cheaper? Absolutely. Show me the hard evidence that babies who were formula fed will never end up at Harvard and instead will end up in prison. Show me a baby who was breast fed and I bet it still ends up autistic. Point being, my wife and I should have trusted our guts. She was unable to produce adequate amounts of breast milk, despite being prescribed Reglin to try and increase supply. At my daughter's first checkup, she had dropped about 2 lbs from her birth weight of 7 lbs, so naturally everybody except us are freaking out. Why aren't we freaking out? Well, that is because we knew there was an explanation and a solution. Explanation, wife couldn't produce breast milk, our daughter wasn't getting adequate nutrition. Solution? We switched to formula and although my daughter was gaining weight, she was not gaining weight fast enough for "them" At the medical advice of our doctor, we admitted our daughter into the hospital for observation and pestilent lecturing from the condescending nurses, one of which had called DHS to file a claim against us. What happened in the days after our daughter was admitted to the hospital was beyond explanation, while i was back at the house feeding our dogs and gathering more supplies, DHS attacked my wife while she was isolated and alone. The case worker, who at this time will remain nameless called her a bad mother, accused her of starving our daughter and other baseless accusations. I doubt she had anything on paper; she probably just went by hearsay and then completely went into full overblown drama queen mode. Funny thing was, when I first met the case worker the next day, she was as sweet as pie. Good thing too, because if she had attacked my wife in front of me, in a hospital room that we were paying for, I would have knocked the bitch out and called security to escort the whore out, who I should mention was dressed exactly as that. A "protective service case" was opened and I made an arrangement to have another case worker visit our house. I should add that I was completely ignorant of any rights I may have had and wished I had more time to research DCFS in my State, I wish more new parents knew what I was about to find out. Initially, I refused entry into my home when the case worker showed up, I told her that my wife and I were refusing entry into our home. She initially said that was fine but she would have to get a court order, she made a quick phone call and then informed me that if we were not going to let her into our home, that our daughter would be taken right then and there. My first mistake was to not just go back in the house, lock my door and force her to get a court order and call the police. But, my wife and i were scared stupid and we let them in, we recorded they're every move and word. I knew as soon as I let them in, I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. Immediately, the case worker and her fat friend started rattling off things that were wrong with my house, it smelled like dog, it smelled bad, etc. Mind you, we had 4 dogs at the time and it was first thing in the morning, we take our dogs out in the morning and did not have an opportunity to do so before Nazi Nancy and Gestapo George showed up. They advised me to clean up the house, I still had them on camera when I asked the case worker point blank, if I clean this house up, can my daughter stay in the home? Lie number one came when the case worker replied yes. She hadn't even left my driveway yet when my wife and i along with a friend of mine began cleaning the house, mopping, scrubbing, vacuuming, just going on an all-out cleaning blitz, we always let the dogs out during this time. I don't think we were cleaning for even 20 mins when the case worker and her brutish bull dyke showed up with a police officer, they informed me that her supervisor made the decision to order our daughter removed from our home. No warrant, no probable cause, except to say that it was being done for environmental reasons. They claimed my daughter hadrespiratory problems, funny, she never had respiratory problems. We had about five mins to gather up a car seat and some belongings, none of us were thinking straight at that point, I remember my wife requesting the case worker to leave our house at that point, to which she refused. My wife was so distraught after packing a bag and supplies that the case worker said was meant to last "just a few days" I had to hand over my daughter to the case worker while an armed police officer looked on, the emotional pathetic prick excuse for a cop. The date was June 23, 2016. In Arkansas, we were supposed to have a hearing within 72 hours of our daughter's removal, DCFS would have you believe that 72 hours does not include weekends or holidays but that is also a lie. 72 hours is 3 days, period. We were also by law supposed to be served paperwork BEFORE that hearing; we were served that paper work while sitting in front of a judge in his court room. This was a dependency neglect hearing to determine whether or not DCFS had probable cause to remove our daughter. I believe we had this hearing a total of five days after our daughter was removed, our daughter was not in the court room, she was in the custody of Mennonites, who make a living adopting mass amounts of children. I can sympathize with the judge to a degree, no judge wants to send children back home just to have them killed or injured, because as elected officials, they have a reputation to hold up and something like that would be a bad thing for that reputation. The fact that the judge saw the evidence against us and still saw fit to find our daughter dependency neglect was mind numbing. My wife and I were assigned one attorney for the both of us, a minor relief since these monsters just love to divide and conquer and once they found out I was the legal father of our daughter and that we were married, you could almost hear the groans coming from the nonexistent souls of the case workers. A unified married couple is always more difficult than a single mother or father, fact. I don't remember when we got the first visit with our daughter but it seemed like forever. It was in a play room at our local DHS office, the rug was stained and dirty, I doubt anybody ever cleaned that room, who knows what kinds of germs existed on the toys and stuffed animals and books. They had a two way mirror and to prove my daughter is already smarter than most case workers, she kept staring at the two way mirror; she knew the evil that lay behind that glass. A baby monitor was also in there to monitor our conversations. I am going to end this part of the story here, be sure to check back for another installment of my story, my plunge straight into the lair of the beast. https://www.facebook.com/One-after-another-1387559854882114/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel https://www.gofundme.com/andrewandchrissy

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