COMMENTARY FROM HARRY GORMAN

THIS IS A PERSONAL COMMENTARY FROM MY FRIEND HARRY GORMAN WHO IS 93 YEARS OLD AND HE IS SHARP AS A TACK.
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PARENTS and GRANDPARENTS!

OUR GOVERNMENT MUST BE RUN LIKE A SOUND BUSINESS -- WITH DILIGENCE, COMPETENCE, HONESTY -- AND REAL KNOWLEDGE OF E-C-O-N-O-M-I-C-S OR WE ARE FINISHED AS A PROSPEROUS CIVILIZATION.

OUR ROTTEN CONGRESS HAS PUT US AND OUR CHILDREN INTO GRAVE ECONOMIC, FINANCIAL AND TERRORIST RISK.

DON'T BELIEVE A WORD THAT COMES OUT OF THEIR LYING MOUTHS.
THE MISERIES NOW UNFOLDING -- OUR GOVERNMENT BAILING OUT BANKRUPT CORPORATIONS WITH OUR TAX MONEY, FORECLOSURES, UNEMPLOYMENT, OBSCENE FEDERAL DEBTS, NEGATIVE TRADE BALANCES, OPEN BORDERS -- ARE ENTIRELY THE FAULT OF LOBBYIST-CORRUPTED SENATORS, CONGRESSMEN AND PRESIDENTS WHO, IN PRIVATE BUSINESS, WOULD BE FIRED WITHIN A WEEK FOR GROSS INCOMPETENCE AND CRIMINAL NEGLECT OF DUTY AND COMMON SENSE.

THAT DESCRIBES THE BEHAVIOR OR MOST MEMBERS OF BOTH PARTIES.

REMEMBER THE POLITICIAN'S CREED:
"If you can't convince them -- confuse them!"
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Fellow American,
Child abuse, physical, verbal or emotional is disgraceful and should earn the abuser years in prison. Such abuse often leaves the child with lifelong emotional, even physical scars..

Many years ago, as my wife and I were preparing to enter a Shoprite supermarket, I heard a child screaming, and a female voice shrieking curses, with the foulest language found outside any dictionary.
I took a closer look.

At the side of a telephone booth nearby, was a young woman - no more than 18, 19, savagely beating a child no older than three, lying on the ground, screaming in pain and fear as his "mother" beat him with open and clenched fists -- even kicking him, as he lay, rolled up almost in a fetal position, as she screamed obscenities at him A very ugly scene. A very ugly memory.

Loosening myself from my wife's "mind-your-own-business" grip, I went over to the young mother, tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned to glare at me, I said, quietly, "Lady -- you're injuring your son. See, he already has a nosebleed. . Won't you please. . . . ".
She interrupted.

"Mind your own f----n business!"

I was too stunned to answer and, thankfully, someone else had called the manage who, apparently knowing her from previous shopping visits, said: "Get off this property - now -- or I'll call the police -- again."
Which she did, snarling all the way as she dragged her howling son to a beat-up pickup truck, threw him into the passenger seat and sped out of the parking lot, her tires squealing. I felt sick.

Where is that poor kid now -- grown to manhood, raised by such a parent?

Probably a drunk, a criminal, a drug addict, a mixed-up misfit -- or, one of the rare miracles of child abuse -- a survivor -- a normal, healthy adult who, somehow, put his ugly childhood away in an emotional lock-box..
Father?. . . Family?. . . WHO KNOWS?

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As I grew older (and wiser?) -- I discovered that child abuse comes in many shapes, forms and cleverly hidden faces.