originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus
originally posted by: Shamrock6
I think we three got a bit crossed up. I misunderstood your point, which lead to my comment, which lead to SM’s comment, and none of us were talking
about the same thing.
We’re all agreed, though, that there was no reason for the stop to go the way it did, or end up with the result it ended up with.
I'm gonna go back to licking the window now.
Look I laugh at some comment's but you know those kids on backward buses being shipped to backward school's, you know not all of them are actually
backward and are simply for example in some cases withdrawn either from bullying or worse.
Some kid's are indeed special need's but do they deserve to be regarded as window licker's.
Sorry you do know the origin of the phrase right, it is actually English in origin though like all phrases spread, it stem's from the school buses
for backward kid's that British authority's provided to take them to school's, problem children often with nothing other than behavioral problem's
were then often stuck into special school's alongside children from abusive homes (where were the psychologists one may ponder?), actual retarded
children whom are the one's that really needed the care were often placed alongside Physically disabled kid's that had nothing at all wrong with there
mind's and all of it was simply because it was easy and those that did this did not realize that other than the fact they were not euthanizing these
kid's they were actually acting exactly like the Nazi's in 1930's Germany.
So some of those kid's would lick the window, literally, of there school bus and even pretend to be more backward than they were the way kid's
sometimes do to the other kid's going to there normal school's in a kind of rebellion against the group mentality of the sheep they disliked.
Then there were the Glass pant's kid's, not necessarily backward or retarded just nastily unsanitary they would have runny noses and with no tissue
would wipe there nose with the back of there hand's then rub it into there trousers where it would dry creating a glassy sheen to there pant's.
You know how I know this, after trying to destroy my mother they set about destroying her kid's, a woman by the name of Sylvia Anderton whom lived in
Blagugate Lane in old Skelmersdale over here in Lancashire was involved, she was a social worker responsible for harming and corrupting my mother's
kid's in cahoot's with a number of people in position's of authority including a guy by the name of Tony Booth.
She was GIVEN three houses and two bungalow's on Blagugate lane for her part in the fraud against my mother and her Husband - a Mason just like you -
was given a wood (Timber merchant and carpentry) business.
What she did, put my sister's Jeanette Eileen McArdle and Alison Linda McArdle into care, My Brother Terence Peter McArdle into Care and Me at the
age of eight heavily bullied because I was a shy kid into a backward school, I had to teach myself to read.
I was in the children's home for a few week's but my mother - a Disabled lady PHYSICALLY was able to get me back, she had no money and they made her
life hell persecuting her day in and day out you have no idea how money can destroy you.
I will tell you something, every day I have a thought in my mind about going around those people and killing them but then I know that I would be no
better than them, at least I have the moral high ground but I shall tell you something else the MASON's in the UK Are VERY heavily involved in robbing
my mother of her inheritance at very high level's of there membership back in the 1950's to today.
My mothers Trust Fund Number which we shall now never see justice over is H.I.528, this was given to us by a lady in officialdom along with a T.S.B.
Account number beginning CJ35 (it is my mother's trust account which she never received) and she told my mother to ASK the TSB whom had access to her
account, the Chester Crown Court told my mother that her Trust had been broken down into other trusts and was now being used for investment
We tried and tried fighting against corrupt police money laundering magistrates and a corrupt political system.
THIS is one of the business they Used to launder my mothers money.
This man whom was also a Barrister and should have helped my mother but did NOT.
Told my mother that it was that much money that were this much money was concerned there was NO gentleman above board and that he could not help her
any more - also that there was someone in EVERY department (in the government) whom would put a stop to it if she tried to get anywhere.
A police man told my mother it was the Hierarchy that had robbed her AND that there Higher up's had told them to BUTT OUT closing the investigation
down - the Cheetah fraud land investment's in Liverpool though it was actually international in it's nature and another told my mother just prior to
that case being officially abandoned by them that it had become a cover up operation, his exact word's "They are just covering it up now", these men
cared about her and knew that she was the Disabled little girl for whom the trust had been made.
My mother also Owned 81 Belmont Road in Liverpool, two housed in Elizabeth street which were illegally sold by a woman whom did not own them by the
name of Lillian doyle and which are now a museum and many, many other property's and land around the country.
When my mother first started to investigate there was a shelf Filled with book's on her family the Tattersall family in Liverpool Library but as soon
as she stirred the hornets nest so to speak that entire shelf of book's vanished packed away and have never been put back on display.
They were VERY important to Liverpool's history, the Liverpool Corporation went to my ancestor Lord Tattersall in 1749 and asked for a loan or an
investment on his part to help them build some Dock's to make money from the booming textile mill's of Manchester and he Made that investment becoming
the major shareholder and silent partner of the Liverpool Corporation, it was NEVER sold to them, Given to them or is there's it remain's my family
legacy but has been STOLEN.
I know your answer was not to be but that turn of phrase triggered me after what they did to us as kid's.
You know my sister was 14 and the guy running the Willow's a children's home ran by the Lancashire county council and social services department was
a guy by the name or Mr Law's, he was a very tall balding guy and had frequent visit's from serving police - I believe he was an ex policeman himself
but not certain as to that belief.
One day while I was there at the age of 8 I went searching for my elder sister Lynn I was shy and scared to be away from my mom so eventually found
out that she was in Mr Law's office with her friend another 14 year old by the name of Susanne Bourne, I got outside the office and was too nervous to
knock but I remember this, Mr law's was in there with two off duty police men and two 14 year old girl's, there was the sound of glasses knocking,
laughing and giggling and the smell of booze leaking out of that room.
You have no idea mate may God strike me off this earth I am telling you the truth.
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