Claus and Effect

I've had ALOT of downtime at work lately. Lots of time to google. And well well well, I have found Mr. Claus. And although it is that time of year, its not Jolly Old Saint Nic kids, but the equally admirable 7th grade teacher who excomunicated my son from "Christian" gradeschool for not being spiritual enough. Yes my lovelies, it seems that Randall has been fortunate enough to have been relocated to beautiful Santa Rosa and is the 7th and 8th grade teacher at Redwood Adventist Academy. How is it that such a pathetic human being finds himself in such a beautiful place? Now that the question of where he is has been answered, the question of what to do with him remains. Finally time to reach into that neglected part of my soul, that part only reserved for necessary evils, time to dust off the sleeping demons that have been saved for this sole reason, to slowly start their blood flow again, to sprinkle them with a little black pixie dust. The possibilities are countless, ranging from quasi-legal annoyance to emotional persecution, from social embarassment to psychic vampirism. And oh so many more. This is not mere entertainment for me - it is my assignment. It will not be taken lightly. I will not let it be a cancer inside my soul, persistently eating my insides, but appropriate time and energy will be spent on creativity and perfect timing. A slow and careful build to the reciprocation of hurt. It WILL be returned. I will be careful to abide by the Law of Three - knowing that what I put out there will return to me threefold. To do no harm. My part will be to be the medium, the tool, the energy that facilitates evening the Karmic score - balancing the Karmic scales. Three little words. The Boomerang Effect. To make sure every bit of hurt and negativity and banishment that was directed to Tyler is reflected and returns to him threefold. The Boomerang effect - not only the single exception to the Law of Three, but a way to manipulate it. This will take time. But I don't forget. The score will be evened. Why is this my job? Simple.

Because you DON'T FUCK WITH MY KIDS.

This is the same man who didn't protect my girl's or any of the other kids that day from a child predator - who had been in the alley of the school watching the kids all day. A very dangerous one. This was the principal and boss of the teacher who laughed at me the next day when I told them how I had followed him after that to two other schools, one a preschool where he sat watching 2 and 3 year old girls, and the other where we found his secret little "camp" behind Tempe High where he watched the girls run track at night. This is the man who was responsible for protecting my girls, and not only couldn't recognize a child predator, but who went out of town the next day and didn't arrange for even one adult male to be at the school. I was the one, the only adult, who confronted the pervert when he sat outside the back fence of the school eyeing the kids. It makes me sick to think of the things that man did prior to that day, and the things he has done since. But it makes me sicker to know that my girls were there all day "proteceted" by someone who wouldn't even call the police or physically confront this man. Who allowed them to play outside at recess with this man watching them in the alley. To think about what could have happened had he, in a very calculated moment, been able to pull my Sydney or Lyndsey over the fence that day. To think of my daughter's body - what he would have done to it. Where I would have found it.

And if any of them, especially mine, would have been harmed that day, I would be disregarding any law - magickal or legal. And the energy from that day will also fuel this.

And what he did to Tyler that day. What he did to Tyler inside. What he did to me inside.

And this man has a name. It is Randall Claus. Now 7th and 8th grade teacher at Redwood Adventist Academy. Who has been, up till this point, able to move on, forget this unpleasantness, act like this didn't happen, continue in a career of Christian education where he is respected and trusted by his fellow parents, teachers and church members. Tyler was easy to forget. Tyler was easy to get rid of. A throw away kid. Someone who challenged and disagreed with him, a kid who made his cushy little Adventist job a little uncomfortable. Tyler had a brain, and called him on things. He didn't like this. He wasn't there to answer the hard questions. He was there to be obeyed, not be challanged. To go to work, teach about god, get his paycheck and go home damnit. How irritating Tyler must have been. The rock in his comfortable shoe. The annoying fly that ruins your picnic on the beach. How dare a child disagree or question. Or ridicule. Especially in Adventist education. They can think when they are adults. For now they need to shut up like good little sheep and absorb this well rehearsed sermon that is preached everyday at school. The answers, the ridiculous answers that my kids came home with when they were learning about AIDS and drugs. I fear for the world's future. And the examples they were shown when a predator was preying on them, and when Tyler didn't "fit the Adventist mold." I think the exact reason given was "Tyler is not spiritual enough for this school. Tyler doesn't do his homework. Tyler has an attitude. I (Mr. Clause speaking) feel that Tyler will do very well in the public school system. And if he is not voluntarily taken out of the school, it will go before the board and he will be expelled." And then a few weeks after that I went to the funeral of my old Sabbath School teacher, where the eulogy was about how it was her passion in life to make sure every child got to attend Tempe school. How we as parents need to follow her example and sacrifice whatever we have to to make sure our children go to Christian school. We were ASKED to leave. And I sat next to Mr. Claus and his wife during the funeral. Wonder what he was thinking? I know he felt my eyes. Among other things. Tyler was conveniently discarded. His soul, his heart, his "salvation", completely disregarded because he was an irritant. We didn't belong to the Tom Zirkle family. Or the Dr. Robert Clark family. Or the Vernon Eddlemon family. We didn't have money. Tyler was dispensible. And was dispensed of. Thrown away.

Well, I have a new religion. I don't have to turn the other cheek anymore. I don't have to love my enemies. I no longer am dictated to and condemned by a male-dominated, repressive organization or "Book of Truth" that claims they are right because they blindly believe in a delusional self-appointed diety born to a fearful pregnant teenager with a good story, who supposedly reincarnated and will take all the "good" people to this magical place in the sky someday, who more murder, rape, torture and war have been committed in the name of than any other person or belief in history. And they say MY beliefs are funny.

Merry Christmas by the way.

No. I have a new Way now. A new belief system. A new moral foundation.

I love Google. The internet is such an amazing thing. Randall Claus. One more time. The asshole's name is Randall Claus. Mr. Randall Claus. Teacher at Redwood Adventist Academy in Santa Rosa, California http://anpib7.adventistschoolconnect.org/index.php. Former teacher at Tempe Seventh-Day Adventist School http://www.tacschool.org/, member of the Arizona Conference of Seventh-Day Adventists http://www.seventhday.org/default.asp?category_id=62.

There. I feel better.

Let the Karma begin.

Do anything to me. Call me whatever name you want. Count my sins. Write my name in the sand. Condemn me. Laugh at me.

BUT DON'T FUCK WITH MY KIDS.