Project: Save All Children

Meet Lucy, Our Greatest Ancestor

Lucy was the first people in the universe. She was all alone once, the only one who can say what that was like. Click to see our great, g, g...g, great grand Mother more clearly.

A computer is a machine, a machine is a tool, a tool serves a purpose: And there is no higher purpose than sheltering Children. Children's House is this computer, and it will have and do everything.

My 'About Me'

I am this site's designer and all the content, the mistakes and all, are mine. I also own ChildMotherFather Canada, which means I hired the best System Engineer in the world, i.e., me.
On the "My Credentials" page are links to all my social media profiles, if you want to see my progress over the last five or so years, and several versions of my resume.

Contact me

Have some input, I'd love to hear compliments or constructive criticisms. Many little compliments represent one big, encouraging, supportive compliment, so any praise would be welcome as encouragement I can pass on.
Email me at richard@childmotherfather.org, or click the button below to fill in a form, and I'll respond as soon as possible.

Children First in Children's House

I'm sorry if you were raped. I was too. Not only that, but I'm even more sorry if the guys minimized it and called it sexual abuse instead of rape or assault, as they did with me. People say it's about an assault, not about sex, yet they call it 'sex'ual abuse.

See Children First in Children's House as Lucy and I do

I need enCOURAGEment. Communicate your honor, send your words of support to me, so I can send support your way when you are in need. This is not finite as are all pyramid schemes, this is a plan to have peace, freedom and plenty of everything we need and want from the computer, Children's House, from ourself.

Apologies

Support Child, Mother, and Father's Priority: Children

Share Your Good Fortune

Your ability to share your resources is more critical than your money. Enough adults can offer their voice, ear, emergency pickup, food, shelter in a spare room, support, etc. These children of all ages need to be in such a system, to be understood, encouraged and loved by those honored with good fortune and who can afford to share.

Expertise Required

There are several specific roles we need filled: Second (desperately), Accountant, Business Lawyer, AutoCAD Operator, ASP .NET Website Designer, Domain Administrator, and guys on GitHub or similar to develop an app to control a 1-800 number appropriate for a ubiquitous AID line (never hell-p, never reminded of a place of eternal pain, suffering and torment...of rape).

Join with those of us who stand proud to live in the best country in the universe. Not everyone appreciates all our country offers. One young man threw an emblem, from a ceremony I imagine, on the ground after exiting a federal building downtown. So, we can do better to impress our Children.

For Proud Canadians

Ontario extends everywhere and nowhere, as does every city and country.
So this happens in every country, people getting their meals from the organic refuse people throw out. The photo shows what gluttony really looks like: the rich using a million dollars of the unfortunates' food resources for a car they don't drive; or 500 million dollars worth of Children's resources on a personal yacht.

So I have a very precise, keen mind and see things in a new light. Other times, other people look kinder upon others than I, and they share a bit of wisdom with me. And maybe you want to share a morsel with me, that I can share with anyone here.
I'll start with something that affects me greatly: the brutally cold winters here.

Random Bits of Wisdom

The "r" Topic

My Toronto, My Canada

First, I'm sorry if you were raped or even just robbed of a safe childhood or adulthood, or both. I was raped, too, and there's a lot of confusion on the subject. I hope to dispel most of it. First, we're made--forced--to feel worth.less [than zero]. Of course, we're not told it's they, the Dead Things (aka rapists), that are negative, not us. The Dead Things will be gone soon.

Homeless in Toronto in October

Community Cards
(aka, my business cards)

Final front side of my community card

This is the final front side of my community card. Originally, the www.ChildMotherFather.ORG only redirected to my www.ChildMotherFather.CA site, but once I got some links to my nom de plumes on Quora, and the barrage of my constant editing subsided, I designed www.ChildMotherFather.ORG with a link to the www.ChildMotherFather.CA site, but below the link is the main purpose of the site: to list all of Lucy's descendants, but not a single Dead Thing's identifier among them. It's the real friend site; because a friend wouldn't set you up to chat with just anyone with a phone number.

Original back of my community card

This is the original back of my community card with a dining room view, but with "Children's House" and the card's tag line more graphical. I can't see if you can zoom in, but the yellow blotch on the edge of the table reads "Children's House."
This is where everyone has enough food, but it can be as big and grand and sunny as all of us want, as one, as family, for it to be. Inside this 3-dimensional, finite, fixed-sized structure is the 4th dimension, infinity.

Added second back of my commcard

I wanted a view of the dining room and kitchen thinking of Children being fed, but more important to me in my childhood would have been being safe as I tried to sleep in peace, not feel a paw of a Dead Thing reaching down my pajamas. I saw immediately that someone who would reach down a nine-year-young's pants could just as mindlessly kill. In a moment, I thought the safest course of action would be to not resist, since I was in a basement apartment's dark bedroom far enough from my family's aid to risk being permanently silenced if I screamed or resisted.
Had that stopped there, I think I would have made sure everyone at school was aware there were mindless guy's effectively targeting Children, us. But then I felt its maw on my private area, and I blacked out. When I awoke, it was morning, and I quickly dressed and fled upstairs. I didn't remember any of it, just the decision to never sleep in the same bed as it ever again.
Had I remembered, I could have spared my younger brother a similar fate, except he said he told the Dead Thing to stop, and it complied. Though a failed suicide attempt prompted a friend to suggest I was raped, and I should read The Courage to Heal, which I did twenty years later.
Reading the stories of what the Women from the book went thru made what I endured seemed minor, so I slowly remembered and even more slowly saw it really did happen. So I confronted the rapist 20 years late and my brother for some reason admitted what happened to him, then took the coward's way out and refused to go to court with me. The phone number the rapist gave me as someone who would vouch for it caught what most people would call diddling his two sons in the tub.
I suppose if I were ignorant enough to allow a 20-something-year-old male stranger alone in a bathroom where my two young sons were sharing a bath, I might also be cowardly enough to move away and refuse his sons the chance to deal with it as victims, not as bad boys.
So I added a second back side to my community card partially just as a respit from the responsibility of the content I post, to use a graphics program and work at art that's easy to get right, and partially because a safe place to sleep as a child would have put me decades ahead of where i am now.

First version of what at that time I called my social card

I wanted my social card to sound interesting, engage people so they could learn something new and potentially life-changing; of the Imagination Theory, Lucy, etc.; but I considered this too over the top, so I changed it to something I love and have no reason to ever want to change. There was also the confusion of not putting "www." in front of the 2 website links, which I corrected on the very next version.

The Team

Thoughts, ideas, theories and plans

Our team is made up of me.
Every word and mistake are mine, as far as content goes. Hostinger for the delivery of my content. My two sites easily put My [one-page] Story of being raped at age nine to shame. I'd like to post it, but when one is homeless there is only so much that seems important to lug around. I gave up my copy 3+ decades ago.
However, either or both the Ontario Provincial Police and the Ontario District Attorney's office likely have a copy, quite possibly scanned and easily retrievable. I'm not sure anyone would or should read it though, as it's about how I was duped by the rapist's candy and assaulted/raped for accepting it, and how it negatively affected my life, so it's pretty depressing. I could have been at this point on my path twenty years ago, and if I succeed in uniting people by putting Children first, I could have saved twenty years of Children being raped and twenty years of adult suffering. People don't have to have been raped to have empathy for Children and adult survivors of rape or want to advocate to save all the Children emphasizing the exclusion of rapists with extreme prejudice.
I really only needed to give it to a few people, to let a few people read it, to prove to myself that I was not guilty of the rape (rapists don't take their supposed childhood rapists to court). But especially I handed it out door-to-door to warn people of the rapist in their small town that was still actively assaulting Children. I did not have enough encouragement and support to continue my campaign against rapists though, so after a few months just remembering I was raped in the first place and a few weeks advocating, I lost all hope and went back to work.