Monday, August 31, 2015

Linhardt Soft on Sex Offenders

Lycoming County DA Soft of Sex Offenders

During the time Eric Linhardt has been District Attorney of Lycoming County, he has proven himself to be soft on sexual predators. Either DA Linhardt doesn't understand the complete wreckage sexual abusers make of their victims, he is incompetent in representing crime victims, or he is motivated by something other than the safety of the community.

On several occasions, Eric Linhardt, while serving as DA has been derelict in his duties regarding sexual predators. In 2009, Linhardt made a full court press on elementary gym teacher James Jamison charging him with 26 counts including involuntary deviant sexual intercourse, with the reported child victim claiming he had been threatened by this teacher with a knife during commission of crimes. However, before going to trial, Linhardt dropped the entire case with the explanation reported in the news as, “ the boy has suffered enormously and the trial might be more than he can bear.”
With those sort of allegations, I must pose the question to Mr. Linhargt, “Did this assault happened and you chose not to protect the community from a sex offender, or do you owe Mr. Jamison an apology for ruining his career and potentially, his life. Pick one, Mr. Linhardt, because it is one or the other.

Then in 2012, DA Linhardt chose to ignore the recommendation for prosecution by the PA State police, who had investigated reported rape perpetrated by Williamsport City Council President Bill Hall. Though Mr. Linhardt had the complaint by the victim, the recommendation and investigation by the state police, a failed polygraph and partial admission by the defendant, Eric Linhardt felt that he could not competently bring a conviction against his colleague in city government. So there again, Mr. Linhardt, I must ask, “ Are you incompetent or just derelict in your duties?”

Most recently, Mr. Linhardt showed a staggering lack of justice in the case against previously convicted child predator William Haight, when Haight was discovered with hundreds of pornographic images of children, many of them displayed in frames hanging on the walls of his home. Instead of presenting the full evidence before the court of the case against Haight, DA Linhardt not only minimized the past offenses of this sex offender, failed to seek manditory minimums set in place for dangerous predators such as William Haight, but only brought in a conviction of 2 counts of child pornography punishable by a minimum of 3.5 years for each count. Mr. Linhardt further argued on behalf of the defendant to the court about his concerns for Haughts heart condition.... which begs me to demand and explanation from this elected official.
Mr. Linhardt, who's side are you on?

Monday, August 3, 2015

What Are You Looking for in a Candidate?

As we approach the general election on October 30,2015 for many local and state positions, I have begun to weigh every candidate as never before. As a devout conservative, nothing bothers me more than having worked for, supported, used my personal influence, time, and finances to promote a candidate only for that same candidate to completely abandon their promises while campaigning the month after he has won the election. Yet, that was the position I found myself in shortly after Congressman Tom Marino won his re-election for the US House of Representatives. It is a place I hope to never occupy again. 

During the November 4, 2014 election season, Congressman Marino appeared in many locations all over Pennsylvania vowing to defund Obamacare. He ensured voters that he would not vote to bring a budget to the floor that continued funding for Obamacare. He boldly stated that he would lead the other Congressmen in Pennsylvania to stand together on this issue, and that Pennsylvania would be a force to be reckoned with. He brazenly promised that he would lead the charge to impeach the President over Obamacare. Yet, after a winning a historic majority of Republicans in the House of Representatives, in the election, to the shock of Pennsylvania conservatives, Marino voted YES to bring CRomnibus to the floor for a vote. If he indeed was the leader of Republican Congressmen in Pennsylvania, it was to lead them to side with Congressman Boehner as all but one Republican hold out ( S. Perry – R) voted to pass a budget including funding for Obamacare only one month after the election. 

Having stumped before cheering PA crowds, Marino presented himself as the hero that would stand up to Nancy Pelosi, recounting his confrontation with her on the House floor at every opportunity.  Yet only 2 short days after his astounding budget vote, he broke a second promise to his constituents by falling in line to once again support John Boehner for Speaker of the House. 

Over the past several years, I have gotten to know several candidates that have run for various offices. Most of them share many of the same passions and goals for our communities regardless of which side of the political aisle they stand on. Their biggest differences, were the philosophies by which they would reach those goals. We need have to find a way to use what we have in common to stand together to propel our nation forward beginning right here in our own townships, boroughs, and cities.

Gone are the days when being a member of a party actually meant that a candidate subscribed to a creed that he would use to guide his decisions. The (D) or ( R) behind a legislators name no more means anything about a person's character, merely the group that is funding the campaign, using their monetary influence to pull the puppet strings behind the scenes.

For the incumbents on the ticket, I strongly implore each voter to simply review news worthy incidents during that candidate's time in office. We tend to forget important factors in the buzz of life, and many are counting on that very fact. In the local races, ask those that know the candidate personally, especially their co-workers.

It is past time that each side of the political coin clean up their own party. Regardless of of how firm you hold to your political affiliation, each of us as voters, need to recommit to a stronger vetting process for those we place on the ballots.

No longer can we be satisfied with a legislator that is the lesser of two evils. Being brave enough to demand true integrity, even if initially it leaves us with a less popular candidate on the ballot. As we lift up a standard of integrity that must be strived for, we can return to the type of government brought forward the best men and women our communities had to offer. Only then, will voters who have dedicated so much not stand in humiliation when the new legislator removes his mask after the election and imperiously explains how “complicated government is and how you just don't understand.”

What do you value most in the coming election? Tell me in the comments.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Making Peace with a Persistant 4 Year Old

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Making Peace with a Persistant 4 Year Old - The Story

A few years ago, I attended an excellent writing workshop taught by an accomplished gentleman who not only had multiple titles under his belt, but specialized in working with new writers to bring their manuscripts up to a publishing level.

My manuscript was of the Christian Inspirational genre (I say was, because it is shoved at the back of a bookcase – out of sight and out of mind), and though this author had written his own faith books in the area of metaphysics, a theology quite apart from my own, I was very curious about his input on my work. Though I was not very optimistic that he would necessarily value what I had to say because of our differences, I was sure in my soul that he would have something to impart.

I would not be disappointed.

We began class with a few writing exercises that plunged me cannon ball style into the cold waters of a classroom. Writing paragraphs on a time limit and reading them aloud in front of the class of terrified, yet critical classmates was all too familiar of an earlier and unfriendly time of life.

The instructor listened intently as I read off my paragraphs of my earliest memories as a child. The farther I got into my brief story, I could feel my throat begin to close and my eyes beginning to tear up. All at once, in front of a class of my peers, unintended emotion came pouring from my heart without warning. I did my best to stamp down this freshly broken soil that had hardened in place so many years ago. The class was silent.

I was vulnerable – Exposed.

There was a long pause. Then, my teacher spoke simple but profound words, that would go on to speak volumes into my life.

“Until you deal with that abandoned four year old , she will continue to dominate everything you do.”
“Your work is absolutely saturated with gratitude. You strive to see the best in everything. You have a NEED to fix everything and make everyone else comfortable. You pacify. Here is the thing, Mary. That is NOT REAL LIFE. Its not the whole story.”
“How many times in your life have you recreated the abandonment by your father? You keep
recreating situations to finally have the desired outcome of that 4 year old sitting on the swing in your earliest memories. But, to what end?

          • Many times, I'm still rejected... over and over again. -

“This is a doorway that you can not avoid if you want to go forward.” He said.

My answer was short but resolute

        • NO-
That has been a few years ago....

Today, I have decided to make friends with that little girl sitting on the swing set in summer play clothes of my childhood backyard. Calling out to her Dad, who is walking away angrily to leave, she wants him to come back and push her on the swing. With her feet dangling and kicking, she tries to bargain with him that she will wait till he comes home from work, to which he responds, “ Daddy is going away on a long trip.”

I see that child, even at age 4, have the realization settle over her that her father will never come back.

I can honestly say, that for my entire life, I have tried to win my way back into my father's life. I am now 45 and still look to be included, loved, wanted, to be in his heart. To be his daughter. I am, after all … HIS ONLY DAUGHTER!! Which is a position sufficiently filled by anyone else BUT me.

Dad has accumulated new families over the years. Which I only become a part of a few times a year when thrown randomly in a group text message of a holiday greeting. Humorously, if I respond in the group, I get several responses, “Who is this?”

Until today, I have valued the crumbs from my father's table far more than nothing at all. I have waited patiently on that swing for over 40 years in hopes that he would come back for me. Somehow, Daddy would swoop me up and restore me to the place I have always coveted.

Today, it will be me that is revisiting the swing set. It is me that is joyfully taking that little girl by the hand and helping her down.

        • We don't need to wait anymore, but its ok. You are loved and valued by me.-

And with that... I think the two of us shall go out for ice cream! 


Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Above All

Above All

Tonight I went for a walk for what seems like the first time in months. A crisp 23*F, I took up my coat and struck out into the night, fearing that if I didn’t begin to walk again now, I may never regain my routine.

Putting off beginning for weeks now, I have let every inconvenience dissuade me, from snow, to rain, to freeing wind, to just plain old too many irons on the fire. There has always been a reasonable reason to not do something that requires discipline, however, I have asked for an extraordinary life.

 With the full moon’s glow reflecting on the glistening snow, the night shone like the shoreline breaking with effervescent waves. The magnificence of creation seeming new once again, small details of all I saw were compelling evidence of the Great Master’s hand.

I slipped and waddled like a toddler over icy patches and thought about random times I have been caught from falling, and even those that have taken the fall on my behalf. With those thoughts, lyrics flooded my heart.

                   “Like a rose, trampled on the ground
                   You took the fall, and thought of me
                   Above all.”

I remembered the day I saw these words demonstrated before me in an acutely heartbreaking fashion.

I was a florist working in a little town in Louisiana, when a nervous young man came to my shop and chose a half dozen “of the prettiest red roses I had”. He was concerned about every detail, yet humble and excited about his gift. Worried that his gift would be appropriate, he could no longer wait to show his special lady his love.

He chose a card, and filled it out, “Thanks for last night, you mean the world to me.” Asking that I deliver them shortly after she was scheduled to arrive at work, he wanted her to enjoy them all day, and left the store to anxiously await her response.

His enthusiasm was contagious and I could hardly wait for the time when she was to arrive at work, as well. I arrived at the river front restaurant where she was a waitress about 15 minutes after her shift was to begin.

With my heart pounding loudly in my chest, I pulled open the heavy wooden door of the restaurant and peeked inside. Seeming to be deserted, I stood in the large open foyer with the bouquet of roses and waited.

The love that this flower arrangement carried seemed to be tangible, and I was well aware of the importance of my mission. Soon I was greeted by a young waitress and when I asked for the young lady the flowers were for, she sneered at me and walked away.

I waited, and waited, and waited some more.

Soon, another young woman came out and asked me if I was being helped.
Once again, I asked for the waitress that was to receive the flowers and she excitedly ran to the kitchen and brought out the first young woman. I sat the flowers on the counter and said, “These are for you.”

“I don’t want them.” She said through clenched teeth.

Not sure what to do, I stood there in shock, as did the other waitress.
“There is a card,” I explained, “would you like to read his note to you, or know who they are from?”

“I said, NO!” she shouted, as she took up the vase and smashed it on the floor, grinding the roses into the bricks with her shoe, before storming out of the room.

Horrified, I covered my mouth as I gasped in regret for all the pain and disappointment the young man would soon be made aware of.

The other young waitress ran around the counter and immediately began to clean up the mess of rejected love left by one who didn’t appreciate it.

“I will take them,” she said, and she tried to salvage the arrangement. She shook the card from the puddle of water that was once in the vase, and thanked me for the delivery.

When I got back to my car, I sat for a moment, still stunned by what had happened. I closed my eyes, and thanked God that I had been the one to deliver the flowers. I hoped the young man wouldn’t call to ask how his sweetheart had liked them, and I whispered a prayer for him.

I thought about him and his love so full of willingness to give, and the one he loved so bitter and resentful, the one without love who was willing to take the rejected love and make it her own… and then there was me… a messenger, watching it all, unsure of why I was here at this point and time, but acutely aware that it was for a reason.

How many times, and how many ways have I played the part of each of these three.

It is my prayer for each of you this Valentine’s Day, that all the love you give be received, that all the love you get be a tangible and welcome, that the love you find be the kind that brings restoration and appreciation to your soul, and of course, above all you meet the real Messenger of Love and fully embrace his gift.