If I Were a Vigilante

I woke up shortly before my alarm to go to bathroom.
Figured that since the alarm was going to be going off in two minutes that there was no point in crawling back into bed and getting comfortable.
So I perched on the side of my bed reading over some of the news stories in my feed.
Which is when I came to the story of a pedophile.
This individual committed over 140 assaults on children (some of whom were babies) recorded the assaults and kept them on his phone.
In folders.
Pictures.
Videos.
With the names of his victims.
That is when I read about his defense.
His defense: He really loves children and does not remember even committing these assaults.
Bullshit!
Judge called bullshit too.
Said due to the fact that he kept them organized in file folders and no real show of contrition he was not sorry.
What he is sorry about is he got caught.
And will now spend at the very least 16 years in jail for the harm he did.
Out of an 18 year sentence.
140 acts of assault perpetrated on children.
Videos.
Pictures.
And the bastard only gets 18 years.
Should be 1 year per assault for up to 140 years in jail.
I know there are those out there who would cry about the inhumanity of it.
How about I shove a giant stick up your ass and you can tell me all about how inhumane it would be to send me to jail for life.
Belief would change in a heartbeat.
I was sitting here thinking of the damage this man has done.
Not a man but a disgusting piece of phlegm spit up and left to marinate in the filth of his mind.
And how unfair it was that he only got 18 years.
But then I realized, he will never live that long.
I hope that as he is beaten to death that it is a slow damaging death.
I hope that there are various objects found thrust into his orifices, prying them open as blood gushes to the floor.
I hope that he feels every kick and fist that pounds into him.
I hope that they carve the name of his victims into his skin with an ice pick.
I hope that the pain and death the he feels with be kept going for weeks and months but that will not happen.
I hope though that the other inmates in the prison he is sentenced to discovers who he is.
And I hope that one night they might forget to lock the cell door to the segregation unit that he is being kept in and his death is long and torturous.
Girls.
As young as 9 months.
To the age of 9/10 years old.
He is 24.
Sept. 27/22

What The Actual F*CK?

I realize I am not American. I am not a Texan. But I am a person. And I am so disturbed by this. It is unfathomable. UNFATHOMABLE. Where does it end? When white men have re-written all of history? Will our future be worship of Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin etc. ?

I hope like hell there is an uprising in Texas. That the  government there is  voted out so they can do no more damage. I was watching a news clip today about actions taken during the Uvalde shooting. Answers are wanted as to why officers never rushed that room once in that hour long standoff. They prioritized their own lives over the lives of those 19 children. They were scared of that 18 year old and the gun he possessed.

The government in Texas right now are being forced to answer questions that they were hoping to avoid. All levels of government, all agencies involved are beginning to turn on one another. This is another black mark for Texas.

I visited Texas as a teenager with my mom and brother. And loved it. We were there to visit a close nursing friend of my mom’s.  It was during the Iran-Contra hearings so they watched those most of the time. But the heat. The history. I loved all of that.

It is not Texas itself that I take issue with. It is the men and women who are driving it into the ground. I really hope that parents get angry. I really hope that people get out there and stop this travesty. I have faith that there are better people out there who will stand up and say no more.

I hope.

July 2/22

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