Evil in the world

Tonight, I am in a paradox. I like to consider myself a believer in our charters of freedom (both the Declaration of Independence and The Constitution). Meaning, I believe in man's unalieanbale rights: life, liberty, (property), and the pursuit of happiness. However, a friend of mine shared a video today that made me want to toss all of that out the window. The video is about a little girl who was abused and later MURDERED by her mother and stepfather. She was two years old. This was of course after they broke both of her legs. Although the stepfather was the one who actually committed this act of evil, I do not absolve her mother (and neither did the justice system, as she got 27 years, he got 30).

The rage I feel is almost uncontrollable. This is the second time this year that I have felt this way. The first was when I heard of the tragedy of 5 month old Benjamin Sargent. The baby who was killed by his parents (Tracy Herman and James Sargent). In that case, they simply left him in his car seat for eight days without food, water, or a change in undergarments. Of course, the child died from septic shock and dehydration. What do I tell my children? "Evil people exist in the world."

I obviously have issues with all of these pathetic excuses for human beings being housed, fed, and educated by the taxpayers. However, that is not really what I am writing about this evening. I am in a downright homicidal mood. I need an outlet and this is the most convenient and legal one I can find. What I would really like is to put out a call to action for fathers across the world to gather the crudest weaponry we can find, form a mob, and take these deviants out in a slow, excruciatingly painful way.

I said it in my Facebook post on the video and I will say it here. To hell with 30 years! Give a handful of dads 30 minutes with baseball bats ( with 5 in. nails pounded through). We can take care of the rest. This is so not my nature.

It's late now. I am not sure how I suegway back into other topics, but that I will worry about in the morning...

As my friend Kip says: Kiss your kids, tell the ones you love out loud that you do.

Tonight I cried, felt rage, and watched my children dream. Good to know I am still human.

AA