Friday, October 28, 2011
The Back Stab And The Bullshit
I discover all sorts of things on the Internet. Overnight (I am typing this out at 3 o'clock in the morning) I came across this:
This is what happened:
I was checking out my tracker when I saw a reference to a message board. I love those hits. Because they usually lead me right back into a conversation where someone mentions me, or my blog, or both.
As interesting reading goes, this one is a doozy. And I enjoy it because it gives me a wonderful opportunity to respond.
The conversation was posted on a message board site called "Justice Quest."
Individual Number One posted: "ruthie has been bsy." (Which I assume means, "Ruthie has been busy.") And then included a link to this recent post in my blog.
(And to respond to that individuals observation, yes, I have been busy. You're darn right, I have!)
Then, Individual Number Two (I am not going to include Individual Number Two's monicker here because I obviously have more couth than THAT person does) posted: "I won't read her blog after her actions towards those who support Kyron."
Individual Number Three asked Individual Number Two what I had done.
Then Individual Number Two posted this response: "backstabbed them pretty brutally."
No. Not really. Not at all.
And shame on you.
I have been tied to the case of that missing young boy since the day that he disappeared.
Some people know that. And what I've done with them (and I'm not referring to anyone who chats with me on Facebook, YouTube or on an online message board) is nobodies business but ours. You, who believe that you know everything that I do...really don't know.
Kyron Richard Horman, an amazing child with a clear future, got a bad deal on June 4, 2010. That bothers me. No cameras at Skyline School that day...a lax security system...an irresponsible office staff...an absent-minded teacher...
...and one of Portland, Oregon's coolest young boys...gone.
It didn't just break my heart...Kyron's disappearance pissed me off. It still does.
I've got past all of the other emotions. Now I want to find Kyron and learn the truth, once and for all.
Everything that I've done are actions that "I didn't have" to do. But I knew that they needed to be done and so I answered the call.
I could list all of the actions here...but I won't. A great deal of it is better left in the quiet category.
I am totally aware of the fact that Kyron's disappearance involves criminal activity. And that reality drags a bad element into the equation...like a collection of rusted cans...tied to and pulled by an old truck.
And I don't give a rat's ass.
Drop Kyron off at a safe place...so that beautiful boy can finally run up and hug his momma, Desiree.
Then come and pick on someone your own size. I'm ready.
Spit on my credibility all that you want to.
Your lies don't matter to those who know better.
Color over my name with the black marker of your own lies.
But tell the truth about what has happened to Kyron and bring him back home.
That's all that matters now.
If you can't (or won't) do that...then just shut up.
After all, you might as well do SOMETHING useful on Kyron's behalf.