"I sat in Tim Horton’s with my daughter’s as I do often. Two ladies sitting near us started to stare and whisper. This is a pretty frequent occurrence for us you see; because my daughter Sophia was born with Down Syndrome. I sat there and watched these two women crane their necks to get a better look at her; completely oblivious to the fact that I was staring right back. Today it bothered me. It really bothered me. Just then, a couple approached me, and I thought, “Oh great! More people who want to take a closer look!” The man greeted Sophia with a high five and a handshake, and Sophia smiled and waved back. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “I have a story I would really like to share with you. But I am afraid I wont get through it without choking up.” I gently encouraged him to share, because now I was curious. This interaction was not what I was expecting. He told me that he had watched the news last night. There was an interview of a mother who had recently given birth to a child with a major disability. She was on the news defending her decision to keep her baby. She was defending her choice NOT to terminate despite her doctors encouraging her to do so. He said, “The point is, you never know a persons impact on the world. You can never know what a person is able to do unless you give them a chance.” He looked at me just before he turned to walk away and said, “You are a beautiful person. Your daughter is beautiful. Congratulations!” I immediately started to cry. There I sat in the middle of a coffee shop crying into a paper napkin. That man was the first complete stranger to ever congratulate me on the birth of my daughter Sophia. He was the first complete stranger to recognize her WORTH. Her VALUE. Her BEAUTY. In a world where my daughter’s life is whispered about, where she is stared at, this man saw her IMPORTANCE." (Credit: Facebook/Slice of Life) #9Today
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Warren Ross brutal murderer of 2 year old Tanilla Warrick-Deaves is appealing his 40 year sentence, as he is afraid for his safety in prison.
Do you think he should stay behind bars ?
His Barrister Chris Bruce, SC, told the NSW Court of Criminal Appeal on Tuesday that his client should have received a discount in his sentence due to the "ongoing fear of violence and intimidation" he would experience in prison as a result of his status as a child killer.
Warren Ross has also been assaulted in prison and tells guards that "someone has a price on his head"
So should this fear for his safety get him time off his 40 year sentence in your opinion ?
As far as we are concerned he should stay behind bars and do the 40 years and then some more and here is why.
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This monster was living with gorgeous little Tanilla in her Watanobbi home on the NSW Central Coast in August 2011.
Her mother Donna Deaves was also charged with manslaughter and is serving 9 years for basically sitting back and watching her daughter get beaten to death.
While he was living with Tanilla he would force the innocent 2 year old girl to run laps of her house and yard as punishment for minor infractions.
That's a 2 year old she can barely walk and she was forced to run laps of her yard !
He would also whip her with phone cords and lengths of wire, if that wasn't enough he would beat her repeatedly with his fists and whatever was within reach.
We are still talking about a 2 year old girl here by the way.
Justice Clifton Hoeben told the appeal court that Ross' taunting of Tanilla with a belt to "show he could make her scream without even touching her" was one of the "most horrible" incidents he had read during his career.
The abuse culminated in Ross striking the child repeatedly, banging her head on a glass shower screen, holding her over the toilet and causing her to bash her head on a cupboard door.
She lay unconscious in a pram for two days until she stopped breathing.
Sally Dowling SC, for the Crown said the sentence length was a "reflection of the extreme objective seriousness" of the offence, which had fallen just short of warranting a life sentence.
Ms Dowling said Tanilla was tortured, and urged the three appeal judges to look at the autopsy photographs of her body.
"After inflicting those blows that ultimately caused her death, he left her sitting in the pram to die. At some point in time, he could have saved her and he didn't," she said.
The appeal judges have reserved their decision.
If they grant this absolute hideous vile pathetic coward a reduction in his sentence then they are opening up the flood gates to every high profile case to say "They fear for their life so therefore they should be let out"
This case is a major cross roads for our criminal justice system. If they grant the appeal they may as well let out every prisoner who doesn't feel safe behind bars, if they keep him locked up they send a clear statement that they are taking the rights of an innocent 2 year old girl to be safe and not beaten to death in her own home !
We can only hope they make the right decision.
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We will always fight when child murderers want to be set free ! Will you fight with us ? (A)
Yesterday at the park, with my laptop so I didn't look like a loser with no friends.
It was glorious and sunny and the park was filled with babes being fabulous with their bubs.
One other chick was a loner like me, toddler was doing runners while her newbie screamed. That torn feeling is pretty stressful, do I chase my toddler and thus make the little turd run faster or do I answer that primal instinct telling me to go to the newbies screams?
I know that feeling. It's over whelming.
Once when Arlo was born and Billie-Violet was 2 Bill called and me to race into freo and pick up his prescription from his dentist. I was pissed, I had purposely gotten all the shopping I Needed so that I didn't have to leave the house again.
But I agreed, his tooth ache was killing him. It all went well, I parked, picked up the script, had a chat to the lovely ladies at reception, until I went to put them both back in the car, Arlo started cracking the shits and giving me that skin crawling scream that only newborns can give, Billie-Violet sniffed my weakness and saw it as an opportunity to bolt, I was holding Arlo as she ran out and onto the road, a car was burning down the street, I screamed, shoved Arlo into the car seat and ran to grab Billie-Violet, the panic made me yell at her and forcefully shove her into her car seat before I burst into tears. At that very moment a women in her office was standing at the window staring at me and shaking her head. I wanted to die. I felt so inadequate and ashamed, for losing my shit, for endangering my children, I felt so angry that my fucking husband couldn't leave work to get his own prescription and as I sat there in tears I had the thought that I must be depressed.
So I did what I always do when I'm overwhelmed, I called my aunty. She works with new mums in child development and I asked her if she thought that I was depressed, she responded with this,
"no I don't think you are, I think your just lacking support. Do you realise that your not supposed to be doing this on your own? We are all supposed to be doing this together, we need to bring the village back, if that women had have come and strapped Arlo in while you went to grab Billie-Violet you wouldn't be feeling like a failure at all you would be feeling like a member of a community, an extended family that all have each other. I don't think your depressed, I think you just need your village."
And I have been collecting my village ever since, most days I leave school with someone else's kids, someone always has some of mine. I stop by a friends house and she will scoop some of the curry from her pot into a container for my family while I'm changing her babies nappy. And that has been the only way I've healed. By finding a village.
I kept creepily watching her, now her toddler had poo'd and it was pretty obvious by the fact that she mouthed the words 'fucking hell' that she didn't have a nappy of a nappy wipe.
I did. I approached her and asked if I could help. She told me that she doesn't know why she bothers leaving the house she feels so unorganised, I was like "please, I was about to ask someone for a spare pare of undies and a tampon, compared to me your on top of the game"
Her name is Jess, we sat together and de-loner'd for the morning and are even catching up again tomorrow.
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