On Monday, November 23rd, 2009, the family van, with two baby seats in it, was stolen from the apartment complex where we live.

The situation is that the thieves drove up in a stolen car, abandoned it, and drove off with our family car in plain sight of an eyewitness. The theft was taped by surveillance cameras in the apartment complex where we live. A full physical description of the thieves was given to Portland Police by the eyewitness.

Six days later our family car was found abandoned within the neighborhood. The car’s battery and radio had been stolen.

And then the family van was stolen again the next day.

Can you help us to determine why a stolen car with fingerprints, physical descriptions of the thieves given by an eyewitness, surveillance video, and a another stolen car by the same thieves was never investigated?

According the apartment complex manager this has happened on several occasions. And according to residents in the neighborhood where our stolen family van was found, that spot is a “drop off site for stolen vehicles.”

There are descriptions, video surveillance, stolen vehicles with fingerprints and evidence, a history of thefts in the apartment complex, a drop off spot for stolen vehicles, and a recurring theft of a vehicle. Why is this happening? With the amount of evidence, and the number of thefts in this neighborhood, why isn’t something being done?

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WTF,
Father Luke

So. We are moved in, and the settling begins now.

: o )

Here in America we celebrate an occasion called Thanksgiving. The meaning has been romanticized, and its origins have, thankfully, been forgotten – I mean, isn’t there enough hate in the world without muckraking and manufacturing more? – so perhaps it may evolve into a festive gathering celebrating the change from Autumn into Winter, where we give thanks for the many things we have. We have a lot of things to be thankful for.

Here in our new place we will be eating Turkey for Thanksgiving, as is customary.

Being a vegan, it’s presumed that I won’t eat any animals. Well, that would be okay, but considering that I wear leather work boots, left over from my last long-haul truck driving gig (less than a year ago?), I would be hard pressed to defend my eating a bird, and wearing leather work boots.

I am against cruelty. In any form. The bird we will be eating is free range, meaning it had a life before it was slaughtered. I remember working in a slaughter house. There are unspeakable cruelties visited upon animals.  Living with Jenifer and her kids I am happy we live without cruelty.

In any form.

And okay to all this.

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Gratefully,
Father Luke

Jenifer, and her kids and I are all moving. See you nut jobs when we get hooked back up to the internet.

By the way? If you are in Portland, and want to hang out drop me a message. We’ll liquor you up, feed you, give you sex, or whatever else humors you. We could use the help moving. If you have any of our books, we’ll sign then in the nude if that helps, but not in front of the kids. . . they’d just say “Oh gross!”

Thanks to everyone who matters – if you matter, you probably know it. If you are wondering if you matter to us, drop me a message at: Father.Luke@gmail.com, I’ll tell you if you matter or not.

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Kisses and hugz,
Father Luke

I love a woman by the name of Jenifer.

Jenifer has four children. She was in a marriage that was not working, and she had nowhere to go. This is not news.

Jenifer was invited to live under her eldest brother’s roof. What soon became apparent was that her eldest brother had a lot of the same problems she had left behind in her failed marriage. The brother asked her and her children to leave. This is not news.

Jenifer needed a home for her four children and herself. It rains in Portland, Oregon. A lot. Living on the street with four children is not an ideal alternative. This is not news.

Jenifer found a home for herself and her four children. She is moving in on Wednesday, the 18th of November. She will be living in her own home, with her own rules, and with her four children. This is news.

There will be no more punks cracking the whip making her and her four children dance to their sadistic threats of violence, and their humiliations.

She tells me she will be living with the man she loves.

And now this story has come full circle.

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Okay,
Father Luke

I get a kick when my single friends tell me they are lonely and want a relationship. Like relationships are about fucking, holding hands, and sniffing toes.

Here is what’s wat:

http://jeniferwills.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/banished-loser/

And okay to all that.

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“Let’s get married, Darling”,
Father Luke

A friend of mine is doing poorly. I miss him, and he has been asking for me. I’ve spent my life being harassed, ignored, and stepped on in the usual ways, and by the usual people. . . girl friends, co-workers, and strangers.

When a friend is down it matters to me, and there is not much else to do but go to them. All we have in this life is those who matter to us.

For all the arguments, for all the entanglements, and for all the lies people fight to release themselves from, they’re all forgotten in kind words from a friend. And to hear one of those friends has been ill, and asking for you can break a heart long since resigned to being black, cold, and hard as diamonds.

 Love is all that matters in the end.

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Okay,
Father Luke