Waging a war on the perverts who get off on possessing and/or distributing child pornography is my main focus in life. These jokers exploit children the same as if they touched them. I found out that I was married to one of these deranged disgusting individuals who, along with his slimy attorney, tried to turn the focus on me when I turned him and his filthy computer with his images of little girls (10 & younger) being raped and being sodomized by men and little boys and girls (yeah, again 10 and younger) having sex with each other. This gross individual is a former New Jersey assistant prosecutor of (guess what - sex crimes) and also a former Big Brother/Big Sister board member and its companion ECCHO (dealing with child abuse). He is also a member in good standing of Rotary International (he may even be a local president as he was president elect as of March 7, 2006 when I turned him in), while being under investigation for this deviant, illegal behavior.
Reasons he did it:
1. To hurt me (pathetic, isn't it?)
2. He was just "curious" (of pre-pubescent girls?)
3. He has low self esteem (well if he didn't before he ought to now)
4. And, as his sorry ass was on his way of being kicked out of the door whining, "I'm mentally ill."
Now y'all know why this is Beach Bitch - My World.
I'm not even sure if I am still sane but I know for sure that the folks on Absolute Zero have been and continue to be a godsend to me.
If anyone out there has any words of wisdom for me to heed, please let me know.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
REMEMBERING JUAN NIEVES, A HERO OF SEPTEMBER 11
Juan Nieves was 56 years old in September 2001. He lived with his wife and four children in the Bronx. He is remembered as a loving father and husband, a devoted and loving uncle and brother, a dedicated worker, and a great all-around person.
For nearly 30 years, "Johnny" worked in the kitchen of the world-renowned Russian Tea Room, making salads and appetizers. When the restaurant underwent a major renovation, he lost his job. His wife had postpartum depression and could not work. He was about 50 at the time, had no pension, and had never finished high school. Any of those factors would have sent most people spiralling into panic. But not Juan - that was not the kind of person that he was. He found a job making salads at another world-renowned restaurant, Windows on the World, for $7 an hour and worked hard to support his family. He set a wonderful example for his children and his family, as well as those who worked with him and knew him in the everyday course of life.
Every weekend, he took his children to the beach or the park or the pool. He liked to be with his children so much that his older sister had to keep telling him that they were teenagers now and wanted to be with their buddies. If he was not with his children, he was with his brother and sister or tooling around in his mint-condition 1967 Mustang, which was new when he bought it. On September 9, 2001, he and his brother and sister went to South Street Seaport, where he pointed to the top of the north tower and proudly told them, "That's where I work."
The respect that Juan had among his family, friends, and co-workers is, in and of itself, an outstanding tribute to him.
A former co-worker at both the Russian Tea Room and Windows had this to say:
I, too, had the fortune of working with Johnny for over 6 years at the Russian Tea Room, and then had the chance of welcoming him at Windows on the World when the Russian Tea Room closed down for renovations. I have only good memories about Johnny, of how dedicated a worker he was. Solidarity was a quality that I discovered in him when I received a message from my family in South America that my father had died. Johnny took the initiative of taking a money collection amongst all workers at the Tea Room and handed me an envelope with the money I need to buy me a ticket to go to my country and assist with the funeral. Johnny; you still live in my heart! May you have found the peace and rest in the arms of God, and may God bless your family!!!!!
That's the kind of person that Juan was.
And from a family member:
My cousin was the best Golden Gloves camp. We were so proud of him always. He came to live with us for awhile, he was more than a cousin, he was my brother too. We will always love you and never forget you. You cannot take out part of a heart. you are part of ours. I love you Pito. I will never forget how you would sing to me and I would fall asleep.
And that's also the kind of person that Juan was.
You cannot take out part of a heart, you are part of ours - - even those of us who never had the pleasure of meeting you. You have touched so many lives and you will never be forgotten.
God Bless You, Johnny.
Juan Nieves was 56 years old in September 2001. He lived with his wife and four children in the Bronx. He is remembered as a loving father and husband, a devoted and loving uncle and brother, a dedicated worker, and a great all-around person.
For nearly 30 years, "Johnny" worked in the kitchen of the world-renowned Russian Tea Room, making salads and appetizers. When the restaurant underwent a major renovation, he lost his job. His wife had postpartum depression and could not work. He was about 50 at the time, had no pension, and had never finished high school. Any of those factors would have sent most people spiralling into panic. But not Juan - that was not the kind of person that he was. He found a job making salads at another world-renowned restaurant, Windows on the World, for $7 an hour and worked hard to support his family. He set a wonderful example for his children and his family, as well as those who worked with him and knew him in the everyday course of life.
Every weekend, he took his children to the beach or the park or the pool. He liked to be with his children so much that his older sister had to keep telling him that they were teenagers now and wanted to be with their buddies. If he was not with his children, he was with his brother and sister or tooling around in his mint-condition 1967 Mustang, which was new when he bought it. On September 9, 2001, he and his brother and sister went to South Street Seaport, where he pointed to the top of the north tower and proudly told them, "That's where I work."
The respect that Juan had among his family, friends, and co-workers is, in and of itself, an outstanding tribute to him.
A former co-worker at both the Russian Tea Room and Windows had this to say:
I, too, had the fortune of working with Johnny for over 6 years at the Russian Tea Room, and then had the chance of welcoming him at Windows on the World when the Russian Tea Room closed down for renovations. I have only good memories about Johnny, of how dedicated a worker he was. Solidarity was a quality that I discovered in him when I received a message from my family in South America that my father had died. Johnny took the initiative of taking a money collection amongst all workers at the Tea Room and handed me an envelope with the money I need to buy me a ticket to go to my country and assist with the funeral. Johnny; you still live in my heart! May you have found the peace and rest in the arms of God, and may God bless your family!!!!!
That's the kind of person that Juan was.
And from a family member:
My cousin was the best Golden Gloves camp. We were so proud of him always. He came to live with us for awhile, he was more than a cousin, he was my brother too. We will always love you and never forget you. You cannot take out part of a heart. you are part of ours. I love you Pito. I will never forget how you would sing to me and I would fall asleep.
And that's also the kind of person that Juan was.
You cannot take out part of a heart, you are part of ours - - even those of us who never had the pleasure of meeting you. You have touched so many lives and you will never be forgotten.
God Bless You, Johnny.
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