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From: hamton@byron.u.washington.edu (MrEuStress)
Subject: Parent-Child Legal Reform
Organization: University of Washington
Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1992 02:02:29 GMT

Someone emailed me:
  If you could rearrange the mechanisms by which children 
  are supported at will, without having to worry about 
  practicalities, how would you?  What would you change?  
  What would you retain?
  
  * I would change the LEGAL definition of who 
    a parent(s) is to be the person(s) that 
    VOLUNTARILY WISHES to raise the child.
         
  * No one would EVER be forced to be a "parent"
    -- especially not forced to be a "Remote Wallet".

  * Stop the judicial habit of only awarding LEGAL
    parenthood to the uterus donor  -- at the
    exclusion of the egg/sperm donors and others.
    
  * I would increase the taxpayers support
    of mothers and their children.
    
  * I would spend billions on "Planned Parenthood",
    foster homes and their advertising
    -- to lessen the amount of "unwanted" children.
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From: bobk@dogear.spk.wa.us (Bob Kirkpatrick)
Newsgroups: alt.child-support,soc.men,soc.women,misc.kids,alt.dads-rights
Subject: Re: Remote (Taxpayer) Wallets
Date: 11 Sep 92 16:37:39 GMT
Organization: Dog Ear'd Systems of Spokane, WA

chpetk@gdr.bath.ac.uk (Toby Kelsey) writes:

> >> In article <1992Sep2.224655.16781@u.washington.edu>, hamton@byron.u.washin
> >>> I wrote:
> 
> >>>    It's my choice and I'll thank you and
> >>>    your government to not financially rape me.
> 
> >In article <123@allspts.ALLSPTS.COM>, jeffh@allspts.ALLSPTS.COM (Jeff Hollow
> >> 
> >> The financial rape occurs as a result of a large number of scumbags who
> >> couldn't refrain from spreading their seed but refuse to take financial
> >> responsibility for their actions.
> 
> In article <1992Sep9.063605.3983@desire.wright.edu> sbishop@desire.wright.edu
> >My sentiments exactly!  I know lots of men who have been good fathers, 
> >paid their support payments and then some, had shared or even full custody.
> >I also know more than a few who refuse to pay any support at all.  One woman
> >I work with has two adopted children, her ex-husband (who left her for anoth
> >woman) makes very good money, more than she does, has the children every 
> >weekend and as often as possible during the summer.  He also refuses to
> >pay her ANY child support and changes jobs every time she is able to attach
> >his wages.  (He's a nurse and this is easy for him to do.)  It's men like
> >that who give the rest of the fathers a bad name in court.  
> 
> Tell me Sue, how much child support does she pay him?
> If she pays none, does that make her a 'scumbag' as well?
>   ...somehow I won't be suprised when you say 'No'.

Toby, you aren't making sense. He doesn't have his kids, doesn't want
his kids, so why on earth should she pay him anything?

Child support is for the kids, not the ex-spouse. At least, that's the
theory. Granted that in practice it can work out differently, but that's
not what this conversation is about.

BTW, that was Jeff@allspts who said 'scumbag,' not Sue.

--- 
Bob Kirkpatrick <bobk@dogear.spk.wa.us>
Dog Ear'd Systems of Spokane, WA 
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From: baba@samadhi.Tymnet.COM (Duane Hentrich)
Newsgroups: alt.child-support,soc.men,soc.women,misc.kids
Subject: Re: Remote (Taxpayer) Wallets
Date: 9 Sep 92 23:17:20 GMT
Followup-To: alt.child-support
Organization: BT North America (Tymnet)

In article <1992Sep9.224840.4540@cbnewsk.cb.att.com> noraa@cbnewsk.cb.att.com (aaron.l.hoffmeyer) writes:

	re: jeff eustress

>You don't think he made that choice because he likes changing jobs and
>addresses every few months, do you?

Perhaps not. He appears to relishes his role as victim to much, methinks,
to completely agree here however.

-- 
d'baba Duane M. Hentrich	baba@Tymnet.Com

We have yet to learn that the thing uttered in words is not therefore affirmed. It must affirm itself, or no forms of logic or of oath can give it evidence. 
The sentence must also contain its own apology for being spoken. - R.W.Emerson
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From: slarsen@schumann.helios.nd.edu (susan larsen)
Subject: Re: Remote (Taxpayer) Wallets vs. the Ovarian Nurturer
Organization: OUC, University of Notre Dame
Date: Tue, 15 Sep 1992 14:06:55 GMT

In article <1992Sep13.064525.20969@cbnewsk.cb.att.com> noraa@cbnewsk.cb.att.com (aaron.l.hoffmeyer) writes:
>Why not
>acknowledge all the hard work I've done in my life to get to this
>point, give me some credit for doing my homework, for graduating with a
>3.85 GPA, for majoring in electrical engineering, and simply admit that
>I am the better provider?  So, if I am the better provider, why not let
>me have the kids?  I wouldn't want her child support money.  She barely
>makes enough to provide for herself.  And that's the whole point.  Why
>does she have the children if she can't provide for them?  If I wasn't
>in the picture, YOU - all of YOU - would be paying for HER children.
>

Just last week, the judge awarded custody of three children, one 
in school, two pre-school, to a father.  I have known this couple 
from the start of the marriage, and I knew the father some years 
before he married.  To make a long story short, everyone who knows 
these people are quite amazed that he received custody of the 
children, since the wife has *always* made more money than him, 
she has *always* had a secure job (as opposed to his lengthy 
periods of unemployment), she has more education than him (high 
school dropout versus her associates degree).  In fact, he was 
more than prepared, mentally and emotionally, to *lose* custody 
because he felt that his employment record would be held against 
him.

However, he *always* changed the poopy diapers, he *always* kept 
the house clean and meals on the table, and he would be the parent 
that showed up with his children at the birthday parties, picnics
and all the other kid functions we would sponsor.  Plus, even when 
he was working (seasonally) he still performed the bulk of these 
child and home chores.

It strikes me that there may be a consistency here, by the courts 
favoring the "nurturing" parent over the "provider" parent, regard-
less of the gender.  Actually, there is a certain capitalist logic 
in this thinking:  in hiring someone to care for your children, what
would you look for?  A resume that showed involvement with children, 
of course.  This child-care resume may be what the court is looking 
for, too, when it makes its custody decisions.  The court, in looking 
at the divorcing couple, will set up each parent in the role 
that they have been playing all along.  Why place people in *jobs* 
that they may not be suited for, after all?  If the courts were to 
start granting custody to the parents unproven as caretakers, wouldn't
this be judicial social-engineering of the highest order?

Disclaimer:  I don't necessarily agree that this is the way things 
*should* be, I'm just trying to add a new dimension to the discussion 
by suggesting a line of logic explaining why the courts do what they 
do.

Sue Larsen
slarsen@berlin.helios.nd.edu
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Subject: Re: Remote (Taxpayer) Wallets
From: sbishop@desire.wright.edu
Date: 10 Sep 92 19:12:02 EST
Organization: Wright State University 

In article <1992Sep9.234830.21050@u.washington.edu>, hamton@byron.u.washington.edu (MrEuStress) writes:
> Sue B. wrote:
>    "I still wonder how Mr. EuStress is only making $4000 a year.  
>    Why not try McD's, they pay better than that!"
> 
> Sue, are you advocating (like our government) forced labor?
> 

Gad, I hate it when jerks put words in my mouth.  Re-read it again.  I said
'why not try McD's,'.  Please explain how you got forced labor out of that!


> Joel Clark:
>    "He is indicating that he generally uses random social 
>    security numbers in any paper work.  The $4000 dollars 
>    a year is probably only his "cover" for many other forms 
>    of income not reported against his SSN. Not to surprising
>    considering his "I love America because I can be 
>    irresponsible" attitude.
> 
> Poor guess -- you're wrong.
> 
>   I spend $143/month for my basment "room" in the university 
>   district.  plus, I spend about another $150/month on
>   everything else, like food (brown rice, vegetables).
>   I don't see any doctors, I don't have any cars ,assets or
>   insurance.  My *very* few non-food needs are met by thrift
>   shops.
> 
> Joel, Does "responsibility" mean:
>      "I **MUST** work for you."?

Then, once again, why not try getting a job?  

Sue
From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: Re: Khisanth greets Zebron and Garriot
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Mon, 14 Sep 1992 18:10:47 GMT



|> Later, in a secluded room of the Inn, Garriot relates his story to Khisanth
|> (what little there is to relate), thus:
|> 
|> "My name is Garriot...beyond that, I cannot say.  I know that I am fleeing
|> someone who wishes me ill, and that I have been doing so for some time, but
|> even those memories are hazy.  The only clear memories I have are of the time
|> I have spent in this Inn.  I also seem to recall...companions, close companions.
|> I fear that they have come to ill."  He meets Khisanth's eyes with his own
|> haunted stare. "Can you help me?"


Khisanth's own grey eyes look back at him...soft, yet intent.
"Please tell me, what do you remember?"



Khisanth
-- 
=============================================================================
Belinda Asbell        +  System Administrator, Harris Controls Division
mba@ccd.harris.com    +        #include <disclaimer.h>
From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Karl (finally!) finishes his day, at Court
Date: 10 Sep 92 01:40:03 GMT
Organization: Economics, University of Adelaide
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Posted on behalf of Dennis Brennan <djb6@midway.uchicago.edu>
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Karl genuinely enjoyed the company of the bouyant (no pun intended)
Hazy Drifter, but her seemingly limitless endergy at last wore him out.
THis condition was compounded by the relentless Rameshander sun,
spicy and pungent Rameshander food and infuriating Rameshander arrogance.
Karl could stomach neither the overly peppered substance thahat passed
for local meat nor the haughty airs of superiority the Rameshanders
regarded all foreigners.  It was time to call it a night.

Amaan's boat would have to wait for tomorrow.  Amaan, damn him!  Karl
dreamed of his comfortable little cottage next to Glorshanned Keep,
how solitude and work he enjoyed beckoned.  Even visions of the mud
and battlefields of Vascondy danced in his head: at least there he
had been among equals and friends (that is, until his best friend
sold the damn country to the highest bidder)...

Ah, friends.  But Karl had new companions now.  He would have to keep
these young people out of trouble.  Karl smiled: this scenario
was as old as adventuring itself- the young worried about the old,
the veterans worried about the inexperienced, and no one worried
about themselves.  That was confidence; that was what separated the
adventurers from the common run of man.  Once Karl had been on the
glorious side of that separation.  Confidence, bravery.  He looked
down at his peg-leg, a reminder of the failure that cost him his leg,
his wife... and his confidence.

The emergence of the bright moon from behind a tower startled Karl
from this depressing train of thought.  Was that?  yes, it was
the tower containing our rooms.  Karl's, Hazy's, Radan's, and space
for the others as well.  Was that money being thrown out of one
of the windows?  Impossible.

Karl knocked on the door only once before Shade answered it.  "I could
hear you limping halfway down the hall.  You ought to get a less
noisy leg, if you should ever want to sneak up on somebody."  He
grinned.  Karl waved his hand as if to playfully swat him, but he ducked
out of reach.

"Radan!  Long time no see.  I see you've made yourself at home."  Karl
indicated the healer, who had his feet up on a low table and a glass
of some frothy beverage.  Radan looked at Shade.  Shade looked at Radan.
Both jopened their mouths, then stopped.  Karl spoke first, "One, or
both, of you has something to tell me.  Must be bad news.  Out with it,"
he commanded.

But before either could speak the door behind Karl creaked open.  It
was Hazy's door.  THe breeze had blown it open.  Karl peeked inside-
the wide window was drawn, and the door to the balcony was open.  One
of the curtains was on the floor and there were... was that a gold piece
on the pillow?  SIgns of a struggle?  Where was Hazy?  And why was
the closet door open a crack?

db
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From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] Revenge 2
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:20:55 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
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[ADMIN: proxy-posted for: 
        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

    There  was  no  question in Effandir's mind as to where  the  mage  was.  
 There  was only one tavern that had the commotion an illusionist in a  good 
 mood  can  generate.   He calmly walked in and ordered some  wine.   A  few 
 minutes later Jim was done and Effandir rose to intercept him.
 
    "We have need to talk," Effandir's hand landed on Jim's shoulder and  he 
 guided Jim towards his table.
 
    Jim  hesitated  a second and began to resist.  Effandir felt  the  man's 
 colar bone snap and a tear in the flesh open under his hand.
 
    "Don't  scream.  Come with me."  The two sat down and  Effandir  ordered 
 another glass of wine.
 
    "Do you have a long memory?" Effandir asked.
 
    Jim sighed and said, "Long enough to remember who you are."
 
    "Then answer a simple question, where is my horse?"
 
    "Nercrum sold it."  Jim smiled.  Effandir felt a sharp stab in his right 
 knee.  "I have nothing for you, so I'll be going."
 
    "You  fool!"  Effandir said, then doubled over.  Jim was almost  out  of 
 the  door when he stood up again.  "You FOOL!"  He flipped tha table  aside 
 and marched towards Jim.

    Someone  stood up to intercept him.  He put his hand on their chest  and 
 felt  the  heart stop and a few ribs break.  He stepped past  the  man  and 
 continued towards the door.  Jim ran.
 
    Effandir  crumpled  to the ground again.  After a few  seconds  he  rose 
 again  and  turned to the unfortunate man who once stood in his  way.   The 
 body visibly decayed for a few moments, then rose.
 
    "Find that man," Effandir ordered.
 

Life is a swamp.  And above the swamp, there is fog.
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From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] Surprisingly Back at the Drift Inn...
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:17:40 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
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[ADMIN: proxy-posted for: 
        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

    A very tired looking old man stumbled through the the door to the  Drift 
 Inn.  There was really nothing peculiar about this man who seemed to be  in 
 his  early forties or late thirties, save his hair.  His hair was an  ivory 
 white  in color with the hair just above the forehead being that  of  ebony 
 black; it all being shoulder length.
 
    Aglarond  Duinmaren Rhunen III was this man's name, although the  people 
 who he had recently hired did not have a clue to this.  He staggered up  to 
 the bar and waited for some one to come to serve him.
 
    "What  can  I  do  fer you?" came the voice  of  Splunk  the  vertically 
 challenged barkeep.  
 
    "You  really  should  get a bigger stool to stand on,  my  fine  friend. 
 Otherwise, if you ever happen to startle me, you might just be a few inches 
 shorter  than  you already are, when I'm done with you." Aglarond  did  not 
 look pleased from getting startled.
 
    "Err...  how  about some ale?" Splunk was hoping this would  please  the 
 zealous gentlemen.
 
    "Never.  Just get me some tea if you have any or water if you don't  and 
 call  us  even."  Aglarond went and sat down at a  nearby  table,  put  his 
 fingers to his temples, and began to rest.
 
    <I had better stop checking up on those two so much. The distance travel 
 is  beginning to put a strain on me.  But, then again,  those  feebleminded 
 T-croc  fodder  couldn't  find their way out of a  room  with  ten  readily 
 accessible  exits.>  Aglarond looked up to see that Gurney had brought  his 
 drink.  It could be tea, or it could be the water.  One could never know in 
 a place like this.
 
    When Aglarond noticed that Gurney hadn't left, and seemed to be  waiting 
 for a tip, he almost drew his sword.  Then, judging by the size of  Gurney, 
 he decided it was better to give her a shekel and get some rest.
 
    <Tommorow,>  Aglarond mused, <I will have to go back to the library  and 
 pick  up  that  scroll  which some nice  gentleman  met  his  untimely  end 
 retreiving  for  me.  Then, I can try to decipher exactly  where  the  Iron 
 Flask is located.>
 
    <And  with the plantation being mine... No one will ask questions of  me 
 when I start to dig up the surface.>  Aglarond began to chuckle as if  from 
 some unheard joke.  This did not please the people sitting around him.
 

It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.
It is by the juice of Safu
that the thoughts aquire speed
the lips aquire stains
the stains become a warning.
It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.    - Mentat Piter De Vries
From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] Enter Efandir
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:10:06 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
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[ADMIN: proxy-posted for: 
        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

    Effandir Taredain carved the last rune onto his journel as the bartender 
 yelled  into  the darkness at the other end of the inn.   "Ghurney!   Bring 
 this man the Special!"
 
    Effandir hadn't noticed the newcomer and now he sized him up  carefully.  
 The  newcomer  had a sword stapped to his side, but it was  not  worn  like 
 something  he knew how to use well.  He was dressed in dark  blue  leathers 
 that  seemed  to  be  used to at least  some  combat.   There  was  nothing 
 obviously magical or religious about him.  Effandir relaxed.
 
    A  grin  crept across his face as he saw the newcomers reaction  to  the 
 waitress.   Ghurney was indescribable at best.  The first time  people  saw 
 her  they spent a few minutes trying to decide if she was a troll, a  half-
 ogre, or just a really ugly female barbarian.
 
    Ghurney reached one arm behind the bar, lifted the bartender up and gave 
 him  a  long passionate kiss.  He whispered something in her  ear  and  she 
 giggled.  Then she started heading for the fireplace.
 
    Effandir decided it was time to leave.
 
    He  dropped the book into the fire as he rose and tossed two coppers  at 
 Splunk,  who  was wondering how to get back down from  the  bar.   Effandir 
 climbed the stairs to the room.
 
    It was a rather large room, exactly the same size as the barroom  below, 
 in  fact.  Ghurney and Splunk had never quite gotten around to dividing  it 
 into seperate rooms.  The smoke was thicker here, but it smelled mostly  of 
 sweet  tobacco  instead of burnt gruel.  Several people lay  curled  up  in 
 blankets around the edge of the room.  Effandir grabbed a blanket from  the 
 pile in the center and joined them.
 
    He  placed  his  longsword  against the wall and sat  in  front  of  it, 
 clearing  his mind.  ^Oh mighty Cyric, whom I humbly serve as a  messenger.  
 May  you grant me the ability to know my enemies and impress upon  them  my 
 great  power through you, the ability to heal those who deserve your  care, 
 and the ability to create new followers for your service.
 
    ^I request that you look kindly upon the last three months of my service 
 to  you.  I know I did not provide many followers or perform much  in  your 
 service, but I am worth more to you alive than eaten by a rat.
 
    ^I  have  fled far this time, I hope guided by your  influence.   Please 
 guide  the  rat away from these lands and help me establish myself.   I  no 
 longer  have the strength to continue my flight.  I will stay here, and  if 
 the rat comes...  stand at my side.^
 
 
Life is a swamp.  And above the swamp, there is fog.
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From: HADCRJAM@admin.uh.edu (MILLER, JIMMY A.)
Subject: [KQ] Colin [Drug Lab] Through the Looking Glass...
Organization: University of Houston Administrative Computing
Date: Mon, 7 Sep 1992 02:13:50 GMT
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> JOYSTIX FACTORY LEVEL 2:

  Colin and the others enter a upon a scene which boggles description.
Creatures of strange aspect dash everywhere, intent on upon their own
wierd tasks, wreckage is strewn thickly about, all is loud noise and
confusion, and battle is already underway.

  Unable to tell friend from foe in the madness, Colin takes up a fairly
safe course in hacking his way through the miriads of strange beasties
scuttling about, intent on winning his way to the cages of screaming slaves,
no doubt test subjects for this vile operation.

  He succeeds, and with a single blow from his unstained katana, shatters the
prison's lock, freeing all those within.  "Go!" he shouts.  "Move, quickly,
before the other guards arrive!"  The former captives take heed and careen
headlong for safety.

  In the meantime, Kron has freed Thk, and something else catches the half-
elfs's attention:

> "No!  Arvor!  Listen!"  Quruuminias's hisses in his velvet voice.  "All 
> is lost.  Elstrek is a dead man.  Free me and I will gate us out of here."
> 
> Arvor reviews his options and makes his choice.  "Here -- your axe!"
> He hurls the axe back at the invaders and bolts for the staircase leading
> down.  The Zweihander cuts down 'Toons that move to block his way, leaving
> great swaths of decapitated Smurfs.

  "Like hell," growls the Ranger, who begins his own charge for the stair,
intending to literally cut off the skull-faced warrior...

semper fi,

Jammer Jim Miller 
Texas A&M University '89 and '91
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semper fi,

Jammer Jim Miller 
Texas A&M University '89 and '91
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