A woman kills her baby.. but read the story !

 A woman drowns her baby .. Here's the story in 7 images. She gave birth alone in her car on the way to the hospital. Miraculously, the baby and her are well. She returns home and breastfeeds it all the day. Her husband harrasses her with reproach. How will we do? With the other three? I have only the RSA (social aids), it is impossible. You're crazy? You never think nothing. We must find a solution. Exhausted and desperate, she returns at the city in order to abandon the baby.. and drowns it in the river. She returns home. "Then?".. "It's over". Now, she is prosecuted by the justice and in jail. Her husband is out of any charge and free.

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 You are irresponsible. How are we going to do with the three others? You are crazy.. etc
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 OK. I go to left it..
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That's over

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"I didn't known anything, Mr Judge".. "OK, note. The father is out of any charges."

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Now, at you !

The story don't happen in Egypt, in Pakistan, in India.. but in France, in the south west, Mont de Marsan.. 

The "perforated sock syndrome"

 When a child has a serious psychological problem (example anorexia) the psy sometimes try to find a smoky explanation incriminating always the mother. For example the child is affected by a "Oedipus complex inverted (!) because the mother is lesbian -false in this case- and the father is the mother etc." .. 300E !! The denial of real facts (the most common) is often accompanied by the invention of burlesque facts: just a question of power. For failing to incriminate father (pillar of the family) abuser, they blame the abused child. Similarly, in order to explain what they do not understand, they invent buffoons scenarios .. which aggravates the case. (Here, the mother arrived in moto with her daughter.. what displeased very much to the doctor : lesbian, of course !) Eureka !

The generation after a Stockholm syndrom

Following (link)

 Stockholm syndrom, executioners, 
victims and "kapos", a vicious circle 
[(A "kapo" is a victim relatively spared who acts as a servant for the executioner against other victims, specially one scapegoat, sometimes worse than him.)]

A pregnant young woman (16 years old) is thrown at the door by her father... in the indifference of others family members.. she will become prostitute, recruited by violent pimps. (Her sister, younger, will become a Stockholm syndrom, worshiping her father. She will marry religiously with a good family young man, very proud of that, and send her daughter in a religious school -catholic-).. 
The generation after : the child of the victim 
and the child of the kapo. 
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16 years after. 20 years after. [The "DDASS" is a french national organization that cares for abandoned children and sends them to family foster, paid by the state .. sometimes loving but often more interested with the money than with the well-being of children.. or to an orphanage (not better.)] Children do not depart in  live with the same chances. 
Sarah : the death in heritage. 
Sonia : all she wants.



Details (link)

Stockholm syndrom

Lien avec l'article "le syndrome de Stockholm et de Mikkiche
Lien avec "Le syndrome de Stockholm et ses victimes"

Victims and kapos. For Sarah

"Stockholm syndrom" (paradoxical solidarity of the victim with his tormentor) also generates "Kapos" (slightest victims -less abused than scapegoat/s- who are used against others as in concentration camps common law prisoners) who are sometimes worse than the tyrant, the executioners themselves... For example, in siblings, the eldest daughter is sexually abused and thrown in the street pregnant (pictures).. but the younger, better treated, will became a kapo used by their father. (She shall knock her sister scapegoat, making her responsible for her misfortune ("a whore, a bad woman" etc..).. Awfull !

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When the storm succeeds...

...  when thé storm succeeds, some are petrified with terror, some flee, some hide, and some spread their wings as eagles

and they soar in thé wind.

Married women, free whores?

and it can even earn you money!!

In churches, there are boxes (trunks) where we can deposit money for some "saint" who generally is required for something in return. Here, sexual services. 

Married women, free whores (from a Japanese article that counsels wives about how to do to keep their husbands : in bed always available, kind, interested in football, always smiling, sexy, never spend money without his permission etc ..)

Hygiene and racism

Hygiene is a formidable weapon and a more sociological than medical concept: the smell is the most labile of our senses and we can always invoke a "smell" to stigmatize and humiliate those we hate (an ethnic group, "race", women, animals). Nobody will dare to say it does not feel because he would seem as "dirty" as those incriminated! Basically, we have love .. or hatred. From whom you accept to wash panties? This is when my ex told me "all my sisters and my mother," that I realized that there was here the crux of the problem. Me, not. But with my kids, my mother, yes and he, not.

A funny example. The paper ass syndrom

This is a variant of Sarko syndrome ( "I passed the ford, I cut the cord"). Thus, a man who has always lived in the past in a mess and a remarkable poor hygiene, for example a WC which no longer accepting paper, forcing its many customers to throw them in ... a opened wastebasket, full that day with a bit of crumpled yellow stuff that I thought to be make up.. when that morning, (I was new arrival at his family home) I left the place and see him at the door, very worried because of one of these fault that I committed regularly in this strict and arrogant stuffy bourgeois area.

- You did WHAT?

- In your opinion ?

- Uh .. Yes .. but.. shit TOO?

- Both. As Clelia, I shit, even if I disappoint you.

- And what did you do with the paper?

- I did not put it in my pocket, for sure !

- WHERE ? ( His anguish was resonance. )

- But finally, in the WC !

- You should not ! That is in the basket you had to do !

- IN THE PAPER BASKET?

- Yes !

- It was not make up what I saw ? But ... .. "

Well , YES , it's was shit indeed...


.. the same man now therefore screems for one or two dirty dishes in my sink. This is "awful, he can not live like this, I'm disgusting, he even saw a mosquito etc. .. " He loved his sisters and mother, he hates me and that's all.

Les héros sont fatigués. Heroes are exhausted

Men, especially timid and childish, prefer small women, silly, frightened by spiders and fainting in front of a mosquito : it makes them look great. But they need women brave, strong and resourceful to carry them at arm's length. If they also are sexually unmoved, they prefer frigid women because they require nothing. But they need sexually acting women to overcome their deficencies. To seduce them, they pong (a lapsus! I wanted to say "play"!) play the heroes. Unuseless most of time. So they fear that they unmask them, what happens inevitably (or they have always guessed without discouraging, on the contrary!) Thus, when women refuse to play the game over time, or when, suddenly, they show a real deficiency (disease, for example) they seek to devalue them.. on other points-pretexts : they can't accept an injured horse that don't carry them as quickly as usual, and leads them to the abyss. And they are afraid they violate the holy omerta. => hate. Sometimes murder.
  

Les hommes, surtout pusillanimes et infantiles, préfèrent des femmes petites; sottes, effrayées par les araignées et s'évanouissant devant un moustique : cela les fait paraître forts. mais ils ont besoin de femmes courageuses, fortes et débrouillardes pour les porter à bout de bras. S'ils sont aussi sexuellement peu éblouissants, ils les préfèrent frigides car elles n'exigeront rien. mais ils ont besoin de femmes sexuellement actives pour pallier leurs déficiences. Pour les séduire, ils puent (je laisse!) les héros. Ainsi ils redoutent qu'elles les démasquent, ce qui arrive inévitablement (ou qu'elles ont toujours su sans que cela ne les ait découragées, au contraire!) Dinc, (je laisse, mon ordi me fait des farces) lorsqu'elles refusent de jouer le jeu au fil du temps ou lorsqu'elles manifestent elles même une réelle déficience (maladie par exemple) ils cherchent à les dévaloriser sur des points prétextes, ne pouvant accepter un cheval blessé qui, ne les portant plus aussi rapidement qu'avant, les conduit à l'abîme. Et ils redoutent qu'elles ne violent l'omerta sacrée.

A caryatid collapsed..

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Like all women, I'm no exception.

My life : work (which I loved), children, two, one hour to go and one hour to return .. various problems with my husband's family (Jewish and I am not) .. happiness sometimes, (if the word does not have an obscene connotation) .. HLM quite comfortable after a slum .. And then, after 25 years, my leak (required, it heated too much between my husband and I), children raised ( in fact they are not even raised, even 30 years old)..

And finally I come back again... at my "house" .. and found it burned (!) (an accident) and .. other details : my husband who had fled the ship, in conjugal living with a woman -he does not love he ensures!- then he said he loves her "a little" but not like me (!) and he cannot live alone .. and she is soft and nice and apparently loves him strongly .. and above all (?) she has a great apartment in a historic district, it counts ! Bravo "Meetic"..

But more important, I found too my son completely apolitical, some asshole : all his live is his companion, his car, his dogs, his food and his " future " (in truth, nothing).. to this point that when I tried to tell them about Louis Nouvel (a  resistant dead during the Second World War which I am linked) they immediately plunged their eyes in a catalogue of promotions of a discount supermarket.. an essential reading for them. Confusion and crisis, after which I was told to be a pain in the neck (well, not really exactly but) .. in my own home (a detail ) and .. in other words, they languish I returned to my Cevennes. Good.

And the Caryatid collapsed. The réassortissage of my husband? compounded by his way of life boggling for a man formerly hard left ecological ? At this point , it's almost funny .. But .. the catalog of inter- market (or Ed, unless it is Lidle , forgive the approximation of this fundamental historical truth ) was the drop in too. Crisis, I think I have called them idiots, or son to daddy or something like that, if I did not, now, it is. The top is they want to demolish the house (an old building harmonious millstone with a lot of memories, quite serviceable ) to build .. a building (!) report , which " require " (!) to pull trees and vandalize the garden. I oppose and have to fight it with all three.

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So you know what? But yes, you guessed maybe .. it is perhaps not so difficult .. It seems that I am a DE- PRESSIVE vouiii ! and that I require care of a doctor,  psychiatrist may be (!) It is for my goof they said, this is serious. They fucks air my house, my man fled and matches with Colette (for convenience, he says) .. and .. it is I who requires " care " (!) because " I am not well" .. Note that at any time there is question for them to abandon their project (!) Like so, it would be too simple .. project which is the most important cause of the trouble imposed on me. If I summarize, this is the ambulance that crushes you and remain on you without moving (!) but complains for you and still offers to get you to the hospital (with some electroshock, who knows, I have forgotten my restrictions) It is for my good, I should thank.

* It seems that we must "go forward" (goddamned! ) that " it's the past," and also that Gustau and Louis "are not the only ones to be dead" (indisputable historical truth, unlike from the brochure, I hesitate, it must be "Ed" finally).. that IT IS THE PAST AND THEY DON’T CARE OF THE PAST; THEY “POSITIVE”. Bravo !

Pervers attitudes in 5 images

 Colette? and then Colette?

 You missed everything in your life. I need to live decently, me.

You are the light which  illuminates all my life.

With you, it was like a sword above the head, everything can change in a flash.

 What can I do if you always feel guilty?

Kristina, Marie, 2 women, beaten, both dead, whose we speak about. Not of all the others.

Her lie that has turned against her, Kristina,  Cantat's wife, who had probably suffered violence from him... at his trial (after he killed his second "wife" Marie Trintignant, an actress) said he had never laid a hand on her..  to save it. So he was slightly sentenced (8 years but he made only 4)... returned to her once finished his jail pain ... beat her again.. and she committed suicide. We currently claim the re opening of the investigation into her death. He sings again.

Return on the arena

Bertrand Cantat. He's still singing.

And now, that he has "payed", (he has made four years in prison, little "pain" indeed for a murder), whose three in a "high level" jail (confortable), he still sings. Yes he does not have the right to use his "case" (his murder) in an art creation, but who can say that, when we heard him singing "love that crumbles to dust" we do not think only at "that" ? Hypocrisy, so he does money from his "story".

His jail

His victim

Bertrand Cantat. He is healthy

His wife, (one who commited suicide)

Kristina Rady, Bertrand Cantat, François Saubadu, Marie Trintignant

Bertrand Cantat

 

 Marie Trintignant, those he killed (4 years in prison,
with some permissions to leave!)

 His wife, Kristina Rady, who commits suicide

 

François Saubadu, her boy friend, who
 requires more investigations

Bertrand Cantat (a famous singer here) killed his companion, Marie Trintignant (an actress).. and then, his wife (Kristina Rady, a writer, and translator who was speaking eight languages) commited suicide. Strange. She said in a recorder that he terrorised her, beat her.. and she could not leave him, even she had a new lover now (François Saubadu). An lawyer and François now requiere to the justice more investigations about that "suicide".

 Link in french

 
Me Yael Mellul, who defends François Saubadu