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The Judge Who Was Arrested for Sex Crimes Against A Child

There are no definitive physical attributes that singles out child abusers.  There is no nationality, no race, no gender.  And, there is no occupation which clearly defines them.

In fact, certain occupations may  help child abusers shield them … from… suspicion.  For, example … being a trusted Superior Court Judge.

Parents … as much as we try to protect our children … unless we sit down and speak with them about child abusers, the dangers, how to stay alert … we can be letting them down.  We need to make sure they know that … no matter who it is … family, friend, relative, neighbor, or stranger, or the situation … our children know they can come directly to us for support.

We can never just … assume … they will.  And, we can never assume that every person who is … in a “position of trust” … is trusting.

As … in this very real case … of a Superior Court Judge.  Click on link, below, and read article.

4/4/2019  2:54 pm

Debbie Barth is the author of “The Promise Book; Tell Someone


Finally, … it’s out in the open.  Most knew it … but now the Democrats and the Globalists are openly saying it.  And “open” is the operative word.  Yes, they are screaming for open borders.

And, I’m surprised how many Americans are actually falling in line.

Maybe they don’t realize that if we have no borders, we have no republic … no America.  Maybe they … think … they don’t care.  So, let me try to explain it this way.

Think of open borders as a teenage party gone terribly wrong.  You are the teenager.

Your parents have gone away for the weekend.  You decide to invite a couple of friends over, texting them to bring the booze as you are supplying the place.  Your friends are all in and decide they want some of their friends to come.  You think, no harm … the more … the merrier.  Then somebody posts the party and address in social media, without you knowing.

The first hour or two is fun, and in fact … you are meeting some cool, new people.  Then you notice that it’s not just one or two people coming into your home who you do not know … but small groups of people.  The music is getting louder and louder … everyone is freely enjoying the beer and liquor that, seems to be abundant, although no one is of legal age to purchase.  And, you notice that familiar aroma of pot filtering through the home.  You start to feel a small … tiny sense of foreboding … but, what the heck … it’s just a party … and, everyone seems, nice enough.  That is … until they not.

You set boundaries … no one upstairs … no one in the bedrooms … use the guest bathroom and stay on the main floor.  You even add a “please” just so the party goers aren’t offended by your requests.

But now, you see people upstairs, going into the bedrooms, shutting doors.  People are rooming around freely, ignoring your wishes completely.

You stopped drinking an hour or so ago … you are beginning to get very uncomfortable.  Then … you see some idiot dancing on the sofa, spilling beer all over the beige fabric, and others, cheering her on.  You hear the sound of glass being broken, but you’re not sure in which direction.

People are still coming in through the front door.  It’s time to stop the madness.

You turn off the music … flip the lights a few times and yell … “everybody, time to leave.”  No one leaves, instead, they laugh at you … tell you that they aren’t going anywhere … and … you can’t make them.

A couple of your friends see what is going on and come to help you … telling people they have to leave.  That’s when the scuffle starts.  First, it is loud words, then pushing, and, finally… blows are landed.  There are shots … you see a friend wince in pain … and, only then … do people start running out the door.  You hear the sirens approaching … cell phones are ringing … and … you … are standing there … looking around at the devastation the “welcomed guests” left behind.

What was a pristine, warm home … just a few hours ago … is now cluttered with beer bottles, empty liquor bottles, cigarette burns … broken lamps, and drug paraphernalia.  Your friend is lying on the floor, covered in blood … and, your parents … the ones who gave you their trust to abide by their rules in their absence … are on the way home.

The likelihood of finding the “guests” who were unruly, disrespectful … and … created the damage … have simply vanished.  They are not going to held legally and financially responsible for the devastation to the home … or the physically assault on a friend.

You are just standing there … looking around … wondering how it could have gotten so out-of-control.

And … we are back!

I know there are some who will say I’m accusing all illegals who come here as vandals, drug addicts and criminals.  If so … you are still missing my point.

My point is that “open house-parties” don’t usually work out so well … any more than “open borders.”  Common sense tells you that if you invite someone who you know nothing about into your home, there is always a … possibility … of danger.

At the same time … if you bring someone into your house you know … or have fully vetted … and suit whatever your purpose for that meeting is … chances are it benefits you and your guest.

I know of no one … and, that includes me … who doesn’t welcome legal immigration in this country.  I believe America does love it’s legal … vetted … immigrants who have waited in line, gone through the process, and, come here with love in their hearts and the goal of assimilation.

It is the issue of illegal aliens who disregard our process and our laws that must be resolved.  Clearly … with the murders of Kate Steinle, Mollie Tibbetts … and the increase of “Angel Moms” in America … we are actually becoming the host of a party that is going terribly wrong.


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Debbie Barth: 8/24/2018 at 2:22 pm ET

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The Clothes Were Flying and The Wine Was Flowing

I went to a party last night. All the ladies were taking off their clothes and the wine was flowing. Now that I have your attention … relax … it was a CABI party and all about an exclusive line … Continue reading

Today I was “gang-grouped.”

1-22-2013 12-15-47 PMIt happens when you least expect it.  You are just setting at your desk tweeting with your newest BTFF (best twitter follower forever) or you are texting your thoughts on Facebook’s new Graph Search to the world while getting your wisdom teeth pulled out at the dentist …. and it happens … you’ve been “grouped.”  You start noticing all these new Facebook notifications concerning a group called “Pygmies … Why Women Love Them” …. and you have no idea why your email is filling up with these.  You do not know any pygmies … or women who love them.  The simple truth is that Facebook allows members to add you to any group without asking you first …. no kiss first … no dinner.  People can just “group” you at will.  While the “perp’s” justification is that you are so awesome, you have been invited to the party … or your wisdom and participation are so valued … they are not considering the fact that most people really do want to be asked first.

With all that being said, let me also say that there are some phenomenal groups in Facebook of which I am blessed and honored to be a part.  It is because of these groups that I have met some of the most awesome people on the planet.  Some with whom, I have established a close and long-lasting relationship.

I guess I am an old fashion gal who does not like to be taken for granted.  I prefer being asked first.  In fact, if I found out I have been added to a group without an invitation first … I will … every time … just leave immediately.  And, that is what I did with the three groups I found myself added to this morning.

I also know that there will be those who read this and will think I am referring specifically to them, and that is not true.  I simply adore my FB friends … including the ones involved in the most recent … “gang-group”.  And I would hope the feeling is mutual.

Simply put …ask me to the party … and I will come with my dance shoes on (I can’t guarantee how much time I have to participate.) But, don’t take me for granted …. and just don’t “group” me.