Warm hearts Are like warm colors Both exude warmth And camaraderie.
Such hearts mean well Live and let live And devil take The hindmost.
Unless on siesta I like to be In an ambiance Adorned with Van Gogh hues, Hibiscus the rebel Sunflower the warm Marygold the friendly Flame of the forest The revolutionary Bird of paradise Showing off, but a pal A melange of sunset colors Contrasting With the sky blue.
I like warm hues Coz I like warm people Coz I like warm emotions Coz I like warm friends CozâŠ.ad infinitum.
Just when you thought predators didnât have enough reasons and excuses to duck going to prison, here comes yet one more⊠âEven though he sexually molested his 5 year old grandson he canât go to prison because he is at high risk of catching COVID-19.â
Every time our legal system shows us that it is completely broken, it raises the bar for horrendous decisions.
A grandfather who molested his five-year-old grandson will not go to prison because there are fears he could catch the coronavirus.
The 76-year-old man, who is known only as âRCâ to protect the anonymity of his grandson, was sentenced in the New South Wales District Court in July last year.
He was convicted of twice digitally penetrating his grandsonâs bottom the day before his sixth birthday.
The Court of Criminal Appeal did not sentence âRCâ to prison despite finding a community corrections order was insufficient.
The former public servant, who also trained as a priest for five years, was sentenced to an 18-month community order for sexual intercourse with a child under ten.
But last week the Court of Criminal Appeal found the sentence to be âmanifestly inadequateâ as the maximum sentence for sexual intercourse with a child under ten years is life behind bars.
âIt is so far below the range of sentences that could be justly imposed for an offence of this nature that it could tend to undermine public confidence in the proper administration of criminal justice in the sentencing of offenders for the commission of serious sexual assaults, upon very young children,â Justice Helen Wilson said.
Justice Wilson said the only time full-time imprisonment would not be imposed is because of âextraordinary and unusual circumstancesâ. There were no extraordinary or unusual circumstances in the respondentâs case,â she said. Justice Wilson said the appropriate sentence for the 76-year-old would be three years in jail with a non-parole period of one year.
But as âRCâ suffers with bronchiectasis, systemic hypertension and kidney disease he is âat a greater risk of contracting COVID-19â according to an affidavit from his doctor. âRCâ told the court if he were to be imprisoned he could face a âvery poor outcome including the possibility of deathâ if infected with the coronavirus.
Yes, you read that correctly, the court of appeals recognised that to give a man who could be sentenced to 25 years a community corrections order, is a massive slap in the face to our so called justice system and then that court of appeals, the same one who recognised that âRCâ should be behind barsâŠ.. set him free to avoid the chance of him contracting COVID-19.
Due to fears of contracting coronavirus âRCâ was let off a custodial sentence despite the Court of Criminal Appeal agreeing it was more appropriate than the sentence he was given last year.
The purpose of such appeals would not be advanced in any meaningful way by sending this 76-year- old man with respiratory problems and other health issues to jail for a minimum period of 12 months during the currency of the COVID-19 pandemic,â Justice Peter Hamill said.
It makes you wonder why his health is of such importance ? He didnât consider the health or well being of his victim, his own grandson, when he was digitally raping him. So why does the court consider his wellbeing to be of such a high priority?
Once again, I question why our prisons canât be properly quarantined ? They have different manageable sections, entirely manageable entries and exits, and the ability to lock the entire facility down. However, apparently they lack the ability to prevent a prisoner, who will be in isolation anyway⊠due to the heinous nature of his crimes, from contracting Covid-19.
Hard to believe really.
The fact is this vile child molester deserves prison time, not just 3 years, but at the very least a decade ! What he did to his grandson will live with that young boy for the rest of his life. Long after his grandfather has avoided prison for fears of COVID-19.
Itâs as if The world has succumbed to a death wish!
The basic instinct of all beings Is to evade injury, death To oneself at any cost All other needs sidelined.
But an obstinate contrariness Has struck many human beings Its as if they want to die en masse Before their time A kind of misadventure; To use a wild-west phrase A one way ticket to boothill As COVID 19 will get you Even if you have the fastest draw.
As a Kerala way of speaking goes WE SHALL SEE WHAT WE SHALL SEE.
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You came to me like summer rain Your passion thundered and rumbled all around me Your eyes emitted lightning like nobodyâs business You drenched me with the abundance of your love You made love to me as if the worldâs coming to an end And before I knew youâd left me all of a sudden Now everything is calm, but the calm of the desert
Reckon, I am waiting for the seasons to pass And it is summer at last, and it rains all over again
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After uttering So many times I love you And saying it All over again Again and again The same refrain, Day after day; Words fade away They soon decay And shed Their meaning Like autumn leaves. Like rain in the eaves.
Still it never turns Wholly bereft Of all feeling. Of all meaning. The oft repeated Cliched phrase I love you Is etched On the walls Of my heart In fonts of fire.
I project them Depict them Rather than Repeat them And yet, you get The message. You perceive it.
Loveâs strange Hieroglyphics Is indecipherable Indistinguishable Is perishable To all those Who donât know What it means To care To adore To cherish
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Why public education was brought down and never mended?Is the reason for the plan that it be never ended.It wonât get better, only worse; weâve seen it over time.âBe happy with your lot,â The Owners like to chime,The REAL owners, businessmen; their interests in control,The wealthy have the politicians. Slaveryâs their goal. Elected politicians? Yes, freedom comes from choice,But there is none, not any more. You have no real voice.You have now just your OWNERS, owning everything,All important land and corp.s. Slaveryâs want they bring.They control assemblies, State House, City Hall,They control your information. Mediaâs their ball. Theyâve got you in their pocket. Controlling, you should know,Spending billions lobbying, and this is what they show:What they want is more and more and less for all us others,What they DONâT want: Critically thinking dad and mothers, Not educated or informed; their interests these donât serve,And now for decades, can we see? Weâre way behind the curve? They want obedient workers, shuffling the paper,With lower pay, with longer hours, accepting every caper,Of benefits reduced, where pensions seem long gone,The minute you go to collect. Youâre owned; you are a pawn,And retirement distributions; they want that money too,To give to friends and family; theyâll take it all from you. Sooner, later, Anderson, for they do own this place,It is a club and youâre not IN; they give you âsmiley face,âAnd hit you with that club, so you will think and buy,What they want you to; the game is rigged, oh my,And nobody seems to notice; nobody seems to care,Electronics controlling us; media everywhere. Working, scraping people, collars do not matter,People of such modest means; the rich are getting fatter,Counting on our ignorance to never be aware,Uneducated in the house, in our underwear.The owners still are selling a Nationalistic Dream,And we believe it, fast asleep; we are their favorite team. fin.
If God was there to listen, Iâd apologize today,Iâd drop to my REGRETful knees and gently I would pray,For persecuting truth tellers, like Julian & Snowden,For creating monsters in The World, like Trump, Hitler and Odin.I would create religions and urge all to comply,And make us feel accountable, so none would steal or lie,Or be so cruel to animals, in farms or in the home.Chickens, cattle would not suffer; they could freely roam.Men to treat the women better, I would pray and then,Apologize for hatred of the women for the men. Holding grudges, watching decent fabric shed apart,Sex crime, wars, intolerance, shootings at The Mart,Where vile food is handed out and tablets line the shelf,To rot our bodies and our minds, and now we hate our self.REGRETting toxins from the cars and factories and plants,Our souls are fried, like magnifying glass upon the ants.Where cruelty replaces loving kindness. Please refrain,Sadly, we condemn ourselves and others. Oh! What pain! If we forget forgiveness, we struggle then to live,Struggling to just receive, forgetting how to give.But since there is no God, with ear to hear my plea,I apologize to everyone, but no one can hear me,As REGRETting I apologize through this meager poem,And hide myself in sickness and depression in a dome. We listen to the curses of those who earnestly,Assess that we have not enough of love and sympathy.âTis not enough to write a poem or sacrifice your life.Thereâs too much sin upon these shoulders, much REGRET and strife. And so in this conclusion: Be kind, forgiveness share,Or hurt, REGRET and sadness will permeate the air. fin.
