Enter The Dragon


    What makes the Butcher Shop “cut meat” is diversity. Among our members are conservatives, liberals, all political parties, and beliefs. The one thing we all agree on is taking hot button issues on head on.

    Brother Theo is a psychologist in the mold of Dr. Phil. He has filled many roles in his life including consultant to the Child Protective Services. He stood with me in Utah. Recently he became involved in another case. That case generated a string of articles, this being one.

    When I first became involved with the CPS it was like the battle of the Alamo. I was on the wall and everybody else was a Mexican. After nearly ten years of frontal assaults one man emerged from the CPS ranks and put all the fires out. We became friends. I can never tell you his name, but I will tell you that he is highly placed.

    This puts me in a precarious position. I agree with Jim Black on changing policy in Austin slowly, methodically, but I see Theo’s points while at the same time understanding my friend in the department trying to drain a swamp as he fights alligators off.

    That having been said, we will never fix this if we don’t haul it out into the sun. Beware of “advocates!” Those people who claim to champion family rights but due to their ignorance or personal guilt damage as many families as CPS. The cure for this is simple. The Constitution.

    The Butcher


    The Return Of The Dragon!

    When I was a child, still full of wonder, I lived in a world of discovery and optimism. I had no knowledge of drugs, or even alcohol abuse. There was no need for drugs in my young world, nor would there have been a place for them; drugs would have displaced other needed, and more interesting things. All that changed when I graduated from High School.

    My parents were old school parents. After expending a tremendous amount of energy time, and yes, money during the first eighteen years of my life, they had given me a first class upbringing. It was time to launch. The problem was something that would take me the rest of my life to unravel.

    Before Prohibition a dragon lay across the length and the breadth of this land, and the dragon was called addiction. It has been my experience that all humans are susceptible to addiction. The time of our weakness seems to coincide with times of intolerable conditions under which we must live, at an intersection of availability of that to which we become addicted. Of course Prohibition did not actually make alcohol unavailable, and the economic conditions combined with a dismal political climate made most Americans, even those positively affected by our upside down economy yearn for distraction, while the times called for action. By the time the Volstead act was dead, so was our nation’s belief in itself, and we found ourselves drinking more than ever.

    Drugs too had taken root in our land long before the 18th amendment, and after its passage they became the kudzu of noxious elements. Opioids had become a critical problem largely due to the publication of a book titled Confessions of an English Opium-Eater. Men and women alike discovered the power of opioids to control depression, anxiety, and a condition that would later be called Anome, or facelessness. As time passed, our nation became aware that, while some of our citizens were doing just fine, others were not. The way forward became unnavigable for most Americans, and the roadblocks were put in their way by institutions.

    For a time, common sense took root at the highest levels of government. The Republican hero, our forgotten hero, Theodore Roosevelt, passed a series of anti trust laws and others designed to decrease the power of corporate institutions, and help pave the way forward for ordinary public citizens. America moved forward, Alcohol and drug use declined. Roosevelt passed from office leaving in his wake all but a guarantee of Republican ascendency. A series of Republican presidents followed, each more corrupt than the last, each disconnected from the common man, and Americans slid into what might have been the greatest orgy of addiction ever to be known on our shores.

    In time Theodore’s cousin, Franklin Roosevelt was elected to the presidency. Fascism was on the rise, and the party bosses were in love with it. Corporate profits insured that Germany, a destitute nation burdened with debt that all but assured its subjugation for the foreseeable future, would be equipped with the finest war machine known to all mankind. American involvement in the war was made certain when Japan, an axis power, bombed our navy at Pearl Harbor. America took the road to prosperity and never looked back.

    While the war raged, a raft of populist legislation was passed, made possible by the incredible flow of cash deluging America’s coffers. Addiction all but disappeared from the American landscape. The American Constitution became a template used by George Marshall abroad, and as he built a series of Utopias across Europe, addiction went into a decline abroad as well. For thirty five years America, and most of the world enjoyed a Pax Americana that ensured equal access to the masses, and a rule of law so thorough, that even billionaires were held accountable.

    In nineteen seventy one, the year that my parents launched their eldest project into the future, just one little problem stood in the way of success; I had been prepared to live in a world that existed in nineteen fifty one. America had grown weak in the interim. Vietnam, a war thought by the American people to have been a war of patriotism against the dark forces of communism, was really just a pipeline for the CIA to move what was in demand in America again, into the nation. Half of the country saw through the war that had been approved by five American presidents, representing both parties, to be a sham; The other half thought it to be a duty to be shouldered by their sons and daughters. Both sides hated the other, and Americas thirst for addictive substances began to grow. Inside America’s borders, the way forward became more difficult by means of our corporate institutions co-opting our governmental institutions. Laws were passed that shifted power from families toward government, instead of allowing communities to have a say.

    Things became so bad that The man that became our fortieth president was swept into office largely on the concept that government was the enemy of the people, and not friendly to American families. It was true, and, it grew large under his administration’s eye. But for the fact that while barriers to success were removed for corporate entities, it was ratcheted upwards on the common man and his family. America’s predilection for addiction swelled. Prison populations grew. Even as government tried to forestall the crisis they were just doing more of what didn’t work. I give you war on drugs. Drugs continue to win.

    Amphetamine was first concocted by the Germans in eighteen eighty seven. In nineteen nineteen a stronger, more easily made form of the drug was invented in Japan. The drug was called methamphetamine, or meth as we know it now. Although much is made of it’s military use, practically no mention of methamphetamine is made in its role as a means of controlling citizens as well as military and government officials through shared addiction. Make no mistake, the war begun by the axis powers is not over. Our nation stands before the demon Meth with its head bowed. While the phrase “I’m from the government.

    Enter the Department of Child Protective Services. During a period when Americans were faced with a natural need to go forward, they had to navigate an impassable maze of roadblocks put in place by an overly intrusive government. Children suffered terribly. Children have always borne the burden of incompetent, or indifferent government disproportionately. When CPS tried to tackle the problem with insufficient knowledge, and resources, they found themselves hamstrung by the Constitution.

    Since the mission of government was to shrink government, CPS was reluctantly given permission to conduct the business of removing children from harm by any means necessary. While you cannot make an omelet without breaking eggs, you cannot make one by throwing the eggs into the fire either. Eventually, the CPS was given plenipotentiary and unconstitutional powers that set them beyond the influence of the communities they were tasked to protecting. Within a short time, CPS was acknowledged as the authority in charge of the American family, in place of the parents thereby placing the futures of millions of children firmly in the hands of the children themselves. The terms child abuser, or pedophile became instant convictions for anyone labeled so by CPS based on “reason to believe.” Inductive reasoning became “evidence”, and children placed in a system of foster care that was broken before it ever began became the launch pad for failure, and the ranks of the addicted swelled. Methamphetamine became our nation’s drug of choice, and the dragon returned!

    Enter The Dragon

    Meth addiction is going to win out in the long run. Our government treats opioids and benzodiazepines as the real enemy, leaving Chinese, Mexican, and home grown drug terrorists what amounts to a free hand in the destruction of our nation by means of manufacture and distribution of methamphetamine.

    Perhaps worst of all, a condition previously known mostly in soviet bloc nations has emerged to present America with it’s most difficult challenge of all. This condition, known as Reactive Attachment Disorder is a lifelong sentence of misery that occurs only in children between the ages of birth to two years of age. RAD, as it is known in close knit psychiatric communities now affects approximately one in thirty six children. It is caused by indifference to a child’s cries for help, nourishment or comfort. Parents addicted to meth put a higher priority on the drug than on the needs of their children. Sex with children is often exchanged for drugs. Between heroin and meth, fully one third of generation “Z” will be at our gates in less than ten years. CPS has designated RAD as a rehabilitatable illness. Big mistake, but CPS is insular as well as wrong. If we are to survive this problem, we must begin at the root. CPS must be held accountable to constitutional standards. Only by making one of the largest institutions in America behave like the rest of America can this be contained. The cause and scope of America’s crouching Dragon can be known and slain. Americans must rise up as one against this dragon which has indeed returned.

    The Butcher Shop
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