BEST FLIGHT SCHOOLS IN AMERICA

I don’t know what it is about Kuwait and needles but, in five months in-country I have found five needles just like this simply lying in the sand or on a sidewalk. I find this strange given my “experience” with the drug culture in America. Never once have I ever, by accident, just come upon a needle like this on any street, back alley or countryside. Now I know some may say otherwise so all I can do is say I’m only speaking from my experience. And my experience in the American drug culture, I believe, is a bit substantial.

I’ll start off with the following story:

While working as a deputy for a large, inner-city Sheriff’s department in South Texas, I used to volunteer at the city’s Emergency Children’s Shelter as well as the Downtown Youth Center. The shelter was a place where boys and girls ages 5 to 12 were taken by police officers in the event they suddenly found themselves the “instant” caretakers of these kids after what ever it was that called them to a certain scene/disturbance. I have literally seen kids drunk, high on drugs and all beat up brought into this shelter. The kids were only kept at this establishment for up to 30 days at a time until a court made the ruling to either place the kid back with his/her family or state custody at which time the child would be transferred to a foster parent or a “long-term” facility. It was while volunteering here I became acquainted with a few CPS (Child Protective Services) employees.

The Youth Center was a program publicly and privately funded as a place where inner city youth up to age of 18 could come to escape the streets after school. Free meals were provided as well as a number of educational programs. It was at this youth center that I “accidentally” discovered a boy of 13 with needle marks on his arm. I thought something was wrong because this kid always played basketball in the heat of the South Texas sun with long sleeves. One day he made a mistake and pulled these sleeves up and I saw his “marks”. The young man instantly realized his mistake and quickly pulled down his sleeves but, it was too late! I already knew and now I had the proof! But what to do! What would you do if you found yourself in this situation? I was a cop at the time and every kid there knew it. I played it cool! I looked the kid in the eyes and gave him the, “yea, I know what’s up!” look. It took a few days but through patience and a bit of understanding and empathy I got this kid to confess to me that he was a drug runner for his 26 year old mother - remember now, he was only 13.

This young kid told me how he was told by his mother to go and pick up certain packages from certain people at certain times. One day he saw his mother shooting up so he tried it and liked it. Though I highly suspect he had “adult” supervision his first few tries. How he never overdosed I’ll never know. This kid was so frail looking he appeared to be always sickly. It really broke my heart to hear him tell me what he was confiding in me.

Well, a part of the “conditions” (an agreement of sorts between him and I) for being told the truth, I promised the kid I would make it look like CPS found out about all this “accidentally”. The boy was so scared of his family finding out he told the truth to a cop of all people! I didn’t even involve the center’s director or employees on this matter as I was too afraid something would leak. So what I did was call a CPS worker I knew and met while volunteering at the Emergency Children’s Shelter. I told her of my situation. She took the boy’s name, birth date and social security number. An hour later I get a phone call from her telling me that something wasn’t right. She told me that this boy already had a caseworker who was making weekly visits to the families home checking up on him and that there was nothing out of the ordinary reported. I told this CPS worker that I had personally seen the marks on the kid’s arm and that something was wrong. It turned out that the CPS caseworker assigned to this boy’s case never made his/her checks on this family’s home. The boy was in the system from birth because of the fact that his mother gave birth to him at 13 and was under the legal car of his grandmother.

The last I saw of the boy was the day he was taken! He was taken by CPS and place somewhere without me being told. One of the things he told me that makes me upset from time to time, even today was this - he told me that he was scared to tell anyone what was going on because he was worried no one would be there to take care of him if anyone found out the truth. I thought about this statement quite a bit actually. I found it rather interesting and sad that a child knew he had to have someone take care of him. His whole life he never had anyone ever really take care of him. He didn’t know any better. I often think of him and wonder how he is as a man today. Just like that he was there and then he was not! I feel sad at ti

I know I will make some new enemies because of the words I have carefully chosen to express here. But, this being said, those who matter most - the common world citizen living life as best as he or she can in support of their respective families, well, LOL!, will have no qualms of what I am about to speak!

The country of Kuwait is a horrid place! A country filled with government officials who basically are labeled as "tier three" conspirators in the global human trafficking market. Now before you decide to attack me claiming I have no idea what I’m talking about first I urge you to go live out in the Kuwait economy as I did for a year. If you are Kuwaiti and find yourself offended by this I say…GOOD! Fuck you Kuwait citizens! Anyone who has anything to do with human rights, justice and equal opportunity knows full well how 99.9 percent of the Kuwaiti population deals with other races other than your own. Kuwait is a true state sponsor of human trafficking!

I’m a bit ashamed to admit this, for I do consider myself an open minded person who speaks three languages and who has immersed himself into three different cultures other than my own but, I truly find myself pissed, angry and wanting vengeance as it relates to the Kuwait citizens and how they treat others who are not Kuwaiti. America should have NEVER liberated Kuwait from Iraq! I say this with the most sincere heart I can conjure. Take my word for it; the Kuwaiti people are the rudest, most stuck-up, conceded, and irresponsible people on the face of this globe. I am ashamed to be an American who claims responsibility for the liberation of Kuwait. It is blatantly apparent the only reason America decided to step in and free Kuwait from Iraq is for the future prospect of certain oil rights.

I truly encourage any out there who may claim I am wrong to a debate right here on flickr for all to see and read! I can go into factual detail very easily defending my point of view but, I am very curious to see who will actually step up and defend the Kuwaiti citizen! Come on! I dare you to come here and debate with me how the country of Kuwait is not a state sponsor of human trafficking! Let free world citizens free from the oppressive rule of corrupt religious leaders debate this issue. LOL! I laugh because anyone who is not Kuwaiti who has spent any amount of time in Kuwait knows EXACTLY what I am speaking about! And I truly mean EVERYONE!

For the record I am not attacking Islam or any Muslim! I despise Christianity just as much as I do any Islamic religion who abuses their people based on an interpretation of a few words written on paper in the name of Allah or Jesus Christ!

I sincerely encourage any Kuwaiti citizen out there to a debate – or anyone out there who is not Kuwaiti who supports the Kuwait citizens!

Allah Akbar!