Remember my good name and don't defile my good name,
Always tell the truth,
Raspberries - pffftththhthhhh sticking tongue out...
Do as I say not as I do,
Remember if you have any problems you can always come to me, I may not be able to help but I will always listen.
Stand up for your rights and for god's sake fight like a man, don't take anyone's abuse...
Remember to step back and take a look at things from a distance.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,
I love all people, there are people that I don't like but even hatred is a form of love.
Everything is a shade of grey there is no black and white it is all shades of grey...
The favorite lines of my father James Samuel Landis, son of Samuel James Landis. My father died at 2:00 this morning.
Just before Thanksgiving he was diagnosed with cancer in his mouth discovered on his cheek.
The viewing will be held at the Naugle Funeral Home 1/2 block from my house. I will not attend!
The man taught me right from wrong and violated his own teachings he betrayed his first born son and gave me over to be tortured, he allowed a gun to be put to my head for the lies of liars and when I tried to expose the lies he wrenched his stomache which required the removal of a major portion of his intestines.
Who could stand up for what is right? I or him? He was so gutless to stand up for the truth that he allowed and participated in the lies to betray me.
What power in the pen that signed the lies of the liars and to have my father on the inside to help set me up and violate my right to sleep and get the much needed rest that I required. My father allowed the local police, the goon squad as my neighbor across the street so appropriately called them to come in and rough me up and violate my constitutional rights.
I haven't spoken to the man in over 5 years; I haven't seen him and have no interest in seeing him in death! Dead men can not apologize, and for the lies that I despise I will not cry, not for him and certainly not for others who are co-conspirators or worse the architect of the lies that would tear my family apart.
Not one has the guts to own their decision to convict and commit me, they are not responsible or accountable and not one has a conscience. The perpetrators of the lies have sucked my father into a situation that once again would make me the victim of abuse and this time he was caught up in their behaviors and we haven't spoken since the day he wouldn't listen, he couldn't own his own participation.
I did value my relationship with my father even when he was in the wrong, I could usually get him to see the error of his ways, but not this time, they all had to cover up for their lies.
Their dirty deeds and now am I to pay last respects to a man that couldn't respect me?
Disrespect sir, your good name sir, excuse me! You disrespected your own name and mine, now you are out of time to make right the wrongs that you have participated in.
Disrespect, society has disrespected the truth.
I will not participate in the farce about to take place.
What a good man, a man that I can not bear to look at and will not attend in viewing one of the culprits who hurt me. He never had to say he was sorry, at least not in his mind. And the woman responsible for the stroke of the pen never had to make things right, she could have if she was inclined or interested in fixing what she had broken, but that would have shown love and that was destroyed with every violation of her vows. It is hard to feel loved when you are a mushroom.
Lovers talk and communicate they share with each other and are partners in life.
Mothers that betray their children with lies, will lose in the end, there will be no reward.
The deep pain of the wounded never repaired, never healed, never hearing words of accountability and sorrow, never an apology, for the pain and abuse, I never want to look into those eyes never again, do I want to be hurt by members of my own family.
The torture must end...
The mushroom has been burried, life is strangled and suffocated.
The dead will deal with the dead, I understand, the living must move on.
They had their chance to fix what was broken, the chance is gone, with the stroke of a pen, the life that once was is no longer.
He has lived right out of existence.
His life is over and the pain and power of the pen still continues to dominate and ruin the lives of families, as other families will also be torn apart.
They had no heart.
Dear Dad, you lived your life with the evils of the world, our souls entwined and yet you didn't know, before you were to go you were to apologize, for the lies. You couldn't, you didn't, now you and I don't get to say good-bye.
May all the liars be cast out from my sight?
I want no parts of the lies of liars; you've torn my family apart.
For the criminal element, No Trespassing, for my friends,
Submitted by TheGreatWhiteBuffalo on Mon, 12/03/2007 - 13:54.
Don't cry for me...
Submitted by huttriver14 on Mon, 12/03/2007 - 18:21.
Argentina.
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Thank You very appropriate
Submitted by TheGreatWhiteBuffalo on Tue, 12/04/2007 - 01:59.
I took the woman who I maried and made a mother of two wonderful children to see that play.
Evita
You should see the vows she made to marry me the man she made all sorts of promises to and broke every one of her vows.
Defiled and defamed,
I stand a new man with a new life to gain.
I'm starting over again.
I can't fix what others have broken.
I have to know when I can fix the things that I have the ability to fix and to let go of the things that I have no control over.
I'm just the stupid dummy, or so I am treated like a mushroom, no need to communicate with the likes of me, I'm insignificant.
Or so they think!
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Peace and Blessings,
Sincerely,
Gary
Regardless of the Situation
Submitted by Nick Oliva on Tue, 12/04/2007 - 23:15.
you have my deepest sympathies in the passing of one who without, you would not exist. You may not be able to "fix" anything but that you live and breathe and have learned from the deeds of those who you despise-and you have become a good soul, one that the world needs to counterbalance the evil in other men's souls.
And that's all that counts in the end.
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Author, "Only Moments"
www.onlymomentsbook.com
Thank You,
Submitted by TheGreatWhiteBuffalo on Wed, 12/05/2007 - 20:13.
Nick Oliva, you are also a good soul, I appreciate your presence in our world.
Peace be with you my friend, my friend,
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Peace and Blessings,
Sincerely,
Gary
I'm sorry
Submitted by Inklings on Tue, 12/04/2007 - 23:27.
...for you have suffered a loss, even if not the same as that of others when a parent dies. If nothing else, you have suffered the loss of a chance for a better goodbye, for the possibility of mutual understanding and acceptance, and that is sad.
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Thank You Inklings
Submitted by TheGreatWhiteBuffalo on Wed, 12/05/2007 - 20:18.
A chance for a good-bye is now gone, and a chance to expose the dirty deeds of the goon squad may have just passed as well.
I walked into the local police station and asked for a copy of everything they have in my file.
I was told that they would have the Sergeant call me back but I have heard no response. No phone call, but I did learn something very interesting...
I want to confirm what I learned with the reports and interviews that I seek.
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Peace and Blessings,
Sincerely,
Gary
Link to the estranged...
Submitted by TheGreatWhiteBuffalo on Wed, 12/05/2007 - 20:23.
From: phiragirl
Message: I looked this up to find the time for the service. I thought I'd send it to you in case you might want it.
Please visit the Notice for James S. Landis.
http://www.legacy.com/Link.asp?I=LS000099079774X
Click on the above link or cut and paste the url into your browser's address bar.
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