posted on Oct, 11 2008 @ 06:41 AM
Just reading the posts on this thread makes my hair hurt and my teeth itch.
I realized, after reading about the indigo and chrystal children, that my 2 Yr old granddaughter who attended my youngest's B-day not only has the
energy of the energizer bunny, but uses more words in her vocabulary than many of the adult gentleman callers, (i.e. theives and convicts) that for a
time visited my girls and their cousins in their teens. I can't believe that they found attractive these boys with unruly behavior and scheming
demeaner sneaking around town stealing from strangers as well as their "homeys". Lacking work and any other ethics, I'd guestimate 90% of them are
either still incarcerated, or in and out repeatedly, and some facing decades for repeated crimes.
My woman, (who thought she could change their bad ways) allowed two of them (who were kicked from their parents homes for a multitude of reasons
including raids because of their kids activities) to stay for a time because she just couldn't bring herself to let them sleep in the streets during
the cold of winter.
For a moment, it seemed like she had mad progress and they indeed seemed motivated, for one stipulation was that they attend school, which they did.
She felt that one, who had been abused by his father for years until he got older and tired of it, finally whooping his old man in a fashion that
would not be forgotten, was exceptionally brilliant. I did get to know him and he had read more books in his short life than I had to date, had a
mild mannered persona, and was eager to help with chores and such. I thought he might honestly gotten into trouble as a result of lashing out due to
Then, after a month or so, he disappeared for days, quit school, would show up completely exhausted and my woman would feel sorry for him and let him
in to sleep, which he did two times for over 14 hours without stirring.
I was working six 12-14 hour days and didn't see much of him then, just what I was told, or he was asleep when I arrived home late those times.
The 3rd time, I got home about 10PM and was relaxing at my desk, browsing the internet through my new original Pentium and P2B-LX Asus MB, my
proprietory phone line accessing my provider through my dial-up 56K modem, when I heard some noise out back. My dog started going ape-sh*t barking
madly, which was unusual. He owned that yard inside it's 6 foot fenced territorial boundary. He would lay low like a big cat, usually noiseless and
all black, strikingany prey that dared cross into his world. He took out so many birds, it was incredible. I know he didn't climb trees, so however
he did this, it worked. Sometimes a rodent, but mainly birds. I once thought maybe the treats from the femur lady had something to do with it.
So I get up, walk out the sliding glass doors onto the deck and see the dog by the side of the property. I walk down to the lawn and to the side and
as I look towards the front, I see a flashlight disappear around the front where the driveway runsup to the attached garage.
I gripped my sidearm, still in it's shoulder holster and started for the gate. A few steps before I reached it, I see the light again and someone
walking between the houses toward my back yard. As I began to slide my Sig from the holster, I caught a glimpse of a badge, and returned it to it's
As I began "What the..." I get a light beam in the face, and the officer barks "What are you..." and I continue, "hell is going on? Why you
sneaking around side my house?". He seemed a bit smitten as my question overpowered his attempt at one by many decibals.
He said there was a man hunt and the perp was somewhere in this neighborhood. We talked a minute and I went back inside where my woman was on the
phone. I hear her say, "What?...really...why didn't you just knock on the door...(inaudible)....yeah he's here sleeping.....ok...fine"
and she hangs up the phone. I ask, "what's going on.." and hear a knock at the door. She walks down the staies and opens it and in comes
1..2..3.4..no 5 police officers, four in uniform, one in a suit reminiscent of Columbo.
She says "it's the first door on the left" and three of the uniformed officers draw their guns and go down the hall into the room where the kid is
in a dead sleep.
The detective cordially approaches my woman and says "Hi xxxxxx". She acknowledges him by first name as well. I am thinking, "What the...first
name basis?" and before I could digest this scene, he points at me asking her, "who's this?"
That was my cue..."I'm the owner of this house, who are you?"
after that introduction, the 3 officers and the kid now cuffed and in their custody walk from the room, down the hall and stairs, and out the door
while the fourth uniformed officer stood gaping while the detective replies, "Hmm...I haven't seen you here before." I begin to wonder what the
hell that is supposed to mean, when my woman jumps in and begins scolding him for not just calling and coming to the front door like a normal human
being, and on and on..He responds that the kid is known as a "runner" and they thought he might try to escape out a window or something and
disappear into the night. After a few more exchanges, the two of them leave.
I then focused on my woman and how she and this detective were on a first name basis etc...When she tells me that while I went outside, the detective
called and said the kid was wanted and one of the kids buddies snitched that he was here. Rather than come-a-knocking, they attempted to surround the
house in case the kid tried to run, and in the process, an officer went to the street behind us and jumped the fence into my back yard, where my dog
proceded to bite him in the ass and leg. He fled and escaped further schooling from my dog by way of the same fence. She went on that the detective
said I needed to put up beware of dog signs or I'd be fined and charged with a gross misdemeaner. I never got a sign hoping that they would make
good the threat so I could embarrass them in front of a judge, but they whimped out.
That was the last night the kid was allowed to stay. Since then, we saw him a couple times over the next 2 years, but he no longer had that witty
spark as I rembered when I first met him as the kid who read more books than I, and I was a bit older to say the least.
I find it is true that those with high to genius IQ's seem to be more criminal than the norm.