Firstly, many apologies for not keeping up with the blogsies. I shall do my utmost to keep all posted with the happenings from now until further notice.
If any of you have seen all the videos posted on this site, this might – or might not, as the case may be – come as a bit of a shock. I spoke a while ago of a TV company showing interest in the story. Well, things have developed a little since then and there's a slight chink of light that the story may make it to the small screen, if not the big one. If you would like to see it then there is talk of auditions for the roles of the victims, which, let's face it, pretty much everyone in the clips can be seen as one kind of victim or another. Please post and let us know. Or let us know if you might want to play one of the parts.
Once more, thank you all for your unswerving support. If you can pass in the message we'd all be eternally grateful and if you're into YouTube the look up chaosforchaossake and rate the clips.
Lotsa love to y'all.
RG
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Get in there
I'd like to thank No Ordinary Family for helping with this blog. Also, I'm supposed to put this in here 
to get some kind of link to other blogs but I'm not entirely sure what it does. Never mind. I'm trying.
If any of you lot have used them and also link to the best video outfit in manchester http://www.noordinaryfamily.co.uk
I'd like to tell you all what a great deal they cut for me and my brother and they truly are one of the best outfits in Manchester who are in the video business. Honestly, I can't speak highly enough of them. Fantastic stuff.
to get some kind of link to other blogs but I'm not entirely sure what it does. Never mind. I'm trying.If any of you lot have used them and also link to the best video outfit in manchester http://www.noordinaryfamily.co.uk
I'd like to tell you all what a great deal they cut for me and my brother and they truly are one of the best outfits in Manchester who are in the video business. Honestly, I can't speak highly enough of them. Fantastic stuff.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Here comes the story
As incredible as it may sound, there has been interest in this story from a production company to make it into a film.
Now, the details are sketchy so far but there have been letters sent through solicitors and there's a distinct possibility someone will be playing Ritchie Goodman in a film version of the crap that this blog has dealt with.
I know a guy from Fathers For Justice has had some documentary done about him but I'm not sure how it turned out.
If anyone knows can you let me know via this blog. It's amazing what you can get away with when you know how and have friends who don't mind passing messages.
Anyway, I suppose it's a start. I'll keep you informed of all that happens. I'm supposed to be tucked up in bed right now. Naughty me, eh?
Night night,
RG.
Now, the details are sketchy so far but there have been letters sent through solicitors and there's a distinct possibility someone will be playing Ritchie Goodman in a film version of the crap that this blog has dealt with.
I know a guy from Fathers For Justice has had some documentary done about him but I'm not sure how it turned out.
If anyone knows can you let me know via this blog. It's amazing what you can get away with when you know how and have friends who don't mind passing messages.
Anyway, I suppose it's a start. I'll keep you informed of all that happens. I'm supposed to be tucked up in bed right now. Naughty me, eh?
Night night,
RG.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
This cuntry
This country of ours, of mine, of yours.
Keeps a man, decrepit and old, caged, while rapists walk free and child abusers protected.
Where's the justice?
Where's the fucking justice?
What has happened to my country? Our country?
Where's the fucking sense gone?
How can our children have faith in us as parents?
How can "those who know better" sleep at night?
This country has died.
When what's right doesn't matter,
When winning counts for more than justice,
The country becomes a cunt.
And people leave it, shame-faced to say they are part of it.
Yet "those who know better" still smile. They still take our money.
And they always will.
And there's nothing we can do about it...
But leave.
British justice? Now there's a contradiction in terms.
Keeps a man, decrepit and old, caged, while rapists walk free and child abusers protected.
Where's the justice?
Where's the fucking justice?
What has happened to my country? Our country?
Where's the fucking sense gone?
How can our children have faith in us as parents?
How can "those who know better" sleep at night?
This country has died.
When what's right doesn't matter,
When winning counts for more than justice,
The country becomes a cunt.
And people leave it, shame-faced to say they are part of it.
Yet "those who know better" still smile. They still take our money.
And they always will.
And there's nothing we can do about it...
But leave.
British justice? Now there's a contradiction in terms.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Long time since
Been a while, I know. It's a little bit difficult at the moment and I'm getting grief from all quarters. I never thought other men who've been in my position would react to the clips in the way they have.
I've been accused of letting the side down. Setting the cause back years and generally behaving in an irresponsible manner. I've been banned from Facebook and YouTube even though there are worse clips than mine on there. Thanks to my American "friends" there, I think.
Am I missing something? Did I do something wrong in the first place to kick all this off? Nope. Did I leave my child without saying goodbye? Nope. Did I beat his mother so she was terrified of me? Nope.
I left to avoid an awful lot of bitterness and possessiveness and was immediately rewarded with a door closed on my relationship with my son.
So what is a man supposed to do when he's faced with bigotry and discrimination? There really is only one thing you can do.
That's take the law into your own hands and deal with a situation in the best way you feel you can. Let's face it, if we let the "system" carry on the way it is going, there will be lots and lots more cases than mine that WILL hit the headlines.
I understand that some people will let this disgusting law bring them to their knees. I am not one of those men.
I will use my brain and I will speak out when I am wronged. And when words don't make a difference, then my actions will speak. And they shall speak in a loud voice.
Take care and keep the faith.
RG
I've been accused of letting the side down. Setting the cause back years and generally behaving in an irresponsible manner. I've been banned from Facebook and YouTube even though there are worse clips than mine on there. Thanks to my American "friends" there, I think.
Am I missing something? Did I do something wrong in the first place to kick all this off? Nope. Did I leave my child without saying goodbye? Nope. Did I beat his mother so she was terrified of me? Nope.
I left to avoid an awful lot of bitterness and possessiveness and was immediately rewarded with a door closed on my relationship with my son.
So what is a man supposed to do when he's faced with bigotry and discrimination? There really is only one thing you can do.
That's take the law into your own hands and deal with a situation in the best way you feel you can. Let's face it, if we let the "system" carry on the way it is going, there will be lots and lots more cases than mine that WILL hit the headlines.
I understand that some people will let this disgusting law bring them to their knees. I am not one of those men.
I will use my brain and I will speak out when I am wronged. And when words don't make a difference, then my actions will speak. And they shall speak in a loud voice.
Take care and keep the faith.
RG
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Thanks to No Ordinary Family
I have to pay a special thank you to the wonderful production company who have been editing all the clips.
Andy at No Ordinary family Limited, www.noordinaryfamily.co.uk has been a real rock to me in these hard times.
I know he's been through almost as much as I have and he's endured a large amount of pain in his quest for equal rights for mothers and fathers in this godfoprsaken mire of a legal system we use.
It is only when you're confronted with the issue you find out how disgusting it is and what a biased place it is we live in.
Hooray for people continuing with the struggle.
Which brings me to the many people who're following this blog.
I know some of you have been disappointed in the way things have gone and I know many of you have advised me not to go down the route of violence.
The reason I had to do this was because it was the only way I was going to get any decent coverage of the battle I was having.
And let's face it, at least I made some kind of headway. Didn't I?
I had a huge amount of support on my Facebook page and had many hundreds, if not thousands of people supporting the cause.
I got mail from as far away as South America, Canada, Australia and the good ole US of A.
Thanks to y'all for that.
But I lost a lot of it when I took matters into my own hands. The facebook videos hit thousands before they were pulled – without justification, if you ask me – but that's another story altogether.
I knew it would happen and I was prepared for a little backlash. Such is life.
And on I go, from day to day, having only my thoughts and the screams of cellmates to listen to.
Not easy but then, I never took the easy route. I can't just sit back and let things happen.
I'm a doer, not a dawdler.
I shall leave you with a poem I wrote when my son made a discovery.
Hope you like.
Until the next sunrise and the next mobile sim card comes in, I bid thee all goodnight. And a good night it is.
Long may they continue.
The poem...
“Dad! Dad!
Come and look what I’ve found.”
“What is it, Son?”
“It’s a stone, Dad with leaves, growing in the ground.”
“A stone? Darling, stones don’t grow in the ground.”
“This one is, Dad. Come and see.”
I lean down and look at my boy’s discovery.
A smile breaks across my face and covers me.
“My darling, that’s a chestnut, my precious lad.
“Like the ones we have at Christmas, dad?”
“Exactly like that. But this one will grow.”
“What into dad? I want to know.”
“A tree my darling. It’ll grow into a tree.”
“And will it have nuts on it, Daddy?”
“Yes, son. It will. But we’ll have to wait and see.”
“Can I put it in a pot and watch it get big?”
“Of course you can. Come and help me dig.”
And he dug, my son, and planted it proudly.
Told everyone within earshot about his chestnut loudly.
The leaves sprouted strong, upright and green.
He took such care and was keen.
Then one day, my son was no longer here.
And I cried day after day, never ending tears.
I watered his chestnut and fed it well,
But for some reason it seemed to take ill.
Its leaves no longer strong and green,
The poor thing wilted, bad as I’d ever seen,
Until it died. Its roots brown and rotten.
As though memories were being forgotten.
And it stays in the pot from then to this day.
I can’t bring myself to throw it away.
Night night, all.
Andy at No Ordinary family Limited, www.noordinaryfamily.co.uk has been a real rock to me in these hard times.
I know he's been through almost as much as I have and he's endured a large amount of pain in his quest for equal rights for mothers and fathers in this godfoprsaken mire of a legal system we use.
It is only when you're confronted with the issue you find out how disgusting it is and what a biased place it is we live in.
Hooray for people continuing with the struggle.
Which brings me to the many people who're following this blog.
I know some of you have been disappointed in the way things have gone and I know many of you have advised me not to go down the route of violence.
The reason I had to do this was because it was the only way I was going to get any decent coverage of the battle I was having.
And let's face it, at least I made some kind of headway. Didn't I?
I had a huge amount of support on my Facebook page and had many hundreds, if not thousands of people supporting the cause.
I got mail from as far away as South America, Canada, Australia and the good ole US of A.
Thanks to y'all for that.
But I lost a lot of it when I took matters into my own hands. The facebook videos hit thousands before they were pulled – without justification, if you ask me – but that's another story altogether.
I knew it would happen and I was prepared for a little backlash. Such is life.
And on I go, from day to day, having only my thoughts and the screams of cellmates to listen to.
Not easy but then, I never took the easy route. I can't just sit back and let things happen.
I'm a doer, not a dawdler.
I shall leave you with a poem I wrote when my son made a discovery.
Hope you like.
Until the next sunrise and the next mobile sim card comes in, I bid thee all goodnight. And a good night it is.
Long may they continue.
The poem...
“Dad! Dad!
Come and look what I’ve found.”
“What is it, Son?”
“It’s a stone, Dad with leaves, growing in the ground.”
“A stone? Darling, stones don’t grow in the ground.”
“This one is, Dad. Come and see.”
I lean down and look at my boy’s discovery.
A smile breaks across my face and covers me.
“My darling, that’s a chestnut, my precious lad.
“Like the ones we have at Christmas, dad?”
“Exactly like that. But this one will grow.”
“What into dad? I want to know.”
“A tree my darling. It’ll grow into a tree.”
“And will it have nuts on it, Daddy?”
“Yes, son. It will. But we’ll have to wait and see.”
“Can I put it in a pot and watch it get big?”
“Of course you can. Come and help me dig.”
And he dug, my son, and planted it proudly.
Told everyone within earshot about his chestnut loudly.
The leaves sprouted strong, upright and green.
He took such care and was keen.
Then one day, my son was no longer here.
And I cried day after day, never ending tears.
I watered his chestnut and fed it well,
But for some reason it seemed to take ill.
Its leaves no longer strong and green,
The poor thing wilted, bad as I’d ever seen,
Until it died. Its roots brown and rotten.
As though memories were being forgotten.
And it stays in the pot from then to this day.
I can’t bring myself to throw it away.
Night night, all.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Mobile phones and the net. Brilliant.
I just read a comment left by someone anonymously.
Fine, if you don't want people to see you read a perfectly sane and normal person's blog. Now, that comment is just the kind of comment I'd expect from someone who's completely missing the point here.
So let me ask you/them a question.
How would you feel if someone took your child away from you?
How do you think you might react if, let's, for argument's sake, your mother-in-law decided one day she'd had enough of you looking after your own child and now she wasn't going to allow you to see him/her.
Ok, first reaction is you want to punch her face in and take back your child. And you'd be perfectly normal for feeling this way.
But you're not allowed to because that would make you a bad parent. It would make you look volatile. It would, in the eyes of the law, make you a criminal.
"But all I want is my child."
So you have to go to a lawyer and arrange a court date, which could be anything from two days to two months away and you sit there twiddling your thumbs while monster-in-law is filling your kid's head with how bad a mother you are.
And then, when you ask the law – the upstanding, moral and ethical law – to intervene and make sense of it they say "We have a system in place and you must abide by it."
So you do.
And she doesn't.
And this continues for month after month after month and court hearing after court hearing and you're still no closer (probably further as by now she knows she's above the law) and the same process happens again and again, you get the picture?
So now your only outlet is anger and vengeance. Voila! Fight Family Law is born.
And you have the nerve to poke fun. Watch your back, Mr/Ms anonymous. It could be you in court fighting to see your child next week/month/year. But it could so easily be you.
By the way, Mart, thanks for the mobile. The brits are trying very hard to get me back to good ole Blighty but so far the Chilean system is snail-like. Which is fine but the prisons suck.
Laters.
Fine, if you don't want people to see you read a perfectly sane and normal person's blog. Now, that comment is just the kind of comment I'd expect from someone who's completely missing the point here.
So let me ask you/them a question.
How would you feel if someone took your child away from you?
How do you think you might react if, let's, for argument's sake, your mother-in-law decided one day she'd had enough of you looking after your own child and now she wasn't going to allow you to see him/her.
Ok, first reaction is you want to punch her face in and take back your child. And you'd be perfectly normal for feeling this way.
But you're not allowed to because that would make you a bad parent. It would make you look volatile. It would, in the eyes of the law, make you a criminal.
"But all I want is my child."
So you have to go to a lawyer and arrange a court date, which could be anything from two days to two months away and you sit there twiddling your thumbs while monster-in-law is filling your kid's head with how bad a mother you are.
And then, when you ask the law – the upstanding, moral and ethical law – to intervene and make sense of it they say "We have a system in place and you must abide by it."
So you do.
And she doesn't.
And this continues for month after month after month and court hearing after court hearing and you're still no closer (probably further as by now she knows she's above the law) and the same process happens again and again, you get the picture?
So now your only outlet is anger and vengeance. Voila! Fight Family Law is born.
And you have the nerve to poke fun. Watch your back, Mr/Ms anonymous. It could be you in court fighting to see your child next week/month/year. But it could so easily be you.
By the way, Mart, thanks for the mobile. The brits are trying very hard to get me back to good ole Blighty but so far the Chilean system is snail-like. Which is fine but the prisons suck.
Laters.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Ritchie's thanks
Hello,
I'm putting this on for Ritchie as he's been caught by the police in Chili. The English are trying to get him extradited but Ritchie's opposing it.
Jamie is still out there somewhere and keeping his head low and hopefully he'll be fine. I don't hear from him at all.
How successful Ritchie's appeal is going to be I don't know but I will keep you informed. I do know there's a blanket ban on reporting as those in the upper echelons of power are worried about copycat incidents.
Get the message out there, folks. It could easily be you next.
I'm putting this on for Ritchie as he's been caught by the police in Chili. The English are trying to get him extradited but Ritchie's opposing it.
Jamie is still out there somewhere and keeping his head low and hopefully he'll be fine. I don't hear from him at all.
How successful Ritchie's appeal is going to be I don't know but I will keep you informed. I do know there's a blanket ban on reporting as those in the upper echelons of power are worried about copycat incidents.
Get the message out there, folks. It could easily be you next.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Apologies to you all
Sorry about the fact that I don't have a great deal of time to post these days but as I'm sure you're all aware I am not the most favoured person in the world right now and I have to "keep on my toes" as the saying goes.
Right, The four enemies are now buried and as far as I can tell so is the news about it. I don't know why but I'm guessing they don't want my message coming across. I have heard from one decent source that there was a small piece on Central News (I think) which just mentioned about a police investigation.
Fuck 'em.
My account on facebook has also been deleted although last time I looked the group was still in operation without any administration. Bit like me at the moment, actually.
Fuck them, too.
I won't say where I'm heading as that would give the game away but I made a few good friends on FB before I was pulled and so one of you (if you're reading) could be getting a visit soon. So keep the sofa made up!
As I was a little bit clever, I did manage to sneak the clips in under the Facebook noses under chaosforchaossake so if you want to let others know then please pass on the name.
Other than that, copy and paste this blog address and let people know that way.
Right, I'm off for a swim in the turquoise sea and then a bite to eat.
Sayanora, peeps.
Ritchie.
Right, The four enemies are now buried and as far as I can tell so is the news about it. I don't know why but I'm guessing they don't want my message coming across. I have heard from one decent source that there was a small piece on Central News (I think) which just mentioned about a police investigation.
Fuck 'em.
My account on facebook has also been deleted although last time I looked the group was still in operation without any administration. Bit like me at the moment, actually.
Fuck them, too.
I won't say where I'm heading as that would give the game away but I made a few good friends on FB before I was pulled and so one of you (if you're reading) could be getting a visit soon. So keep the sofa made up!
As I was a little bit clever, I did manage to sneak the clips in under the Facebook noses under chaosforchaossake so if you want to let others know then please pass on the name.
Other than that, copy and paste this blog address and let people know that way.
Right, I'm off for a swim in the turquoise sea and then a bite to eat.
Sayanora, peeps.
Ritchie.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Wouldn't you just know it
Those fucking cocksucking pieces of shit from fucking YouTube have disabled my account. Now, the following statement you may think is hard. But, am I being too harsh on them?
Well, let's just take a quick look, shall we?
I searched for torture videos and saw hundreds of them from Iraq where Saddam and his cronies had made people jump from buildings to their deaths.
Others suffered beheadings, they suffered beatings until they died and much more.
There are videos of mass graves and executions, amputations and worse.
Yet when I, little English boy who videod the suffocation of his ex girlfriend for kidnapping my child, beating her mother to death with a cricket bat and strangling the woman who was complicit in my child's abduction, I GET FUCKING REMOVED!
Well, you fucking dickless pieces of fucking shit, go fuck yourselves with your double fucking standards you bunch of hypocritical cocksucking fuck faces.
You are worse than scum.
Now fuck off and die.
Well, let's just take a quick look, shall we?
I searched for torture videos and saw hundreds of them from Iraq where Saddam and his cronies had made people jump from buildings to their deaths.
Others suffered beheadings, they suffered beatings until they died and much more.
There are videos of mass graves and executions, amputations and worse.
Yet when I, little English boy who videod the suffocation of his ex girlfriend for kidnapping my child, beating her mother to death with a cricket bat and strangling the woman who was complicit in my child's abduction, I GET FUCKING REMOVED!
Well, you fucking dickless pieces of fucking shit, go fuck yourselves with your double fucking standards you bunch of hypocritical cocksucking fuck faces.
You are worse than scum.
Now fuck off and die.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
A Thousand thankyous
Actually, I should be giving far more than a thousand as the videos of the most gory parts of my struggle have hit the three thousand mark in one way or another. Thanx, YouTube, thanx, MySpace, thanx, Blogspot.
Please keep the message passing on to as many as you know and take the fight forward. It is still vitally important to keep the message in the eye of as many as possible.
I'm running for a reason. I'm running for the fathers who've been fucked over by a shitty system who give not a fuck for how the daddy or the child feels.
This system will turn you as fast as you can blink an eye. And then you'll be in a similar boat to me. Look at the clips. Learn what they tell you and pass the message on.
It is important.
RG.
Please keep the message passing on to as many as you know and take the fight forward. It is still vitally important to keep the message in the eye of as many as possible.
I'm running for a reason. I'm running for the fathers who've been fucked over by a shitty system who give not a fuck for how the daddy or the child feels.
This system will turn you as fast as you can blink an eye. And then you'll be in a similar boat to me. Look at the clips. Learn what they tell you and pass the message on.
It is important.
RG.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Hotting up a little.
Since I last wrote I've had the most enormous amount of grief about "letting the side down" and "putting back the cause" etc. Well, fuck 'em all. I did what they told me for long enough and it got me nowhere. Admittedly, I'm now evading the hot breath of the law but what the fuck. I'm so much happier without those scumbags in my life and let's face it, so are a lot of other people.
I think that secretly most people wanted something drastic to happen. I know I did. I am just tired of bullshit and I thought it was a time to put my money where my mouth has been. So I did. I have in fact got the whole thing in one long tape and maybe when I can get ti zipped or compressed I'll put it all on in one go. I've still to upload the Cerys torment and death and I'll do it when I can get an internet cafe where no one's looking over my shoulder. not easy, let me tell you.
All the best, folks, and thanks for listening.
PS, Sorry, Trev.
RG.
I think that secretly most people wanted something drastic to happen. I know I did. I am just tired of bullshit and I thought it was a time to put my money where my mouth has been. So I did. I have in fact got the whole thing in one long tape and maybe when I can get ti zipped or compressed I'll put it all on in one go. I've still to upload the Cerys torment and death and I'll do it when I can get an internet cafe where no one's looking over my shoulder. not easy, let me tell you.
All the best, folks, and thanks for listening.
PS, Sorry, Trev.
RG.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Killing Cerys
Killing Cerys
Ha ha ha. Here she goes. One more to the slaughter and it's a hey nonny nonny. Fuck them all.
Ha ha ha. Here she goes. One more to the slaughter and it's a hey nonny nonny. Fuck them all.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The shit has finally hit the fan
As the title will suggest, my account on Facebook has been deleted and I'm not surprised by that. I'm only awaiting the knock on the door now as people are missing and it has been noticed. Not sure that I care any more. Bring it on. I can't wait for the news to get involved.
Take care and hopefully, I'll be talking to you again soon.
RG.
PS, I did say I'd publish all comments and so here are M Starmore's.
Take care, all.
Take care and hopefully, I'll be talking to you again soon.
RG.
PS, I did say I'd publish all comments and so here are M Starmore's.
Take care, all.
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