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

Evil’s Acceptance

This poem was inspired by a post on Bitchin’ in the Kitchen . The post Why I’ll Never Use Twitter Again had me shaking and crying by end. Given my past I cannot allow this to pass without comment. And I thank Britchy for bringing it to my attention. I am not going to pontificate but this is wrong…this is pure evil….

Jay-lyn  Dec. 6/19

There are many faces
facets
for evil
hiding in plain sight
allowed with passive complacency
by those who need to do better.
Children sexualized.
Men
women
allowed to do so
with legitimacy
on social platforms.
No voices raised. 
No shouts of dismay.
Quiet changes
deep within the fine print
allows malignant growth
of ideas
that must not 
cannot see the light of day.
Have you heard the cries?
Have you heard the devastation?
Screams of pain
dark despair
wishes of death
dancing within a child’s head?
When hurting oneself
only so not to feel
not to care
is the only way out
the only way to cope with all that fear.
Let me lead you down the winding path
carved
inked upon my psyche
my skin
show you the death of innocence
the turning inward
the anger
the rage.
It took me years to overcome.
Imagine now
shattered bodies
those unable to break free
who took their lives
who took the lives of others
to satisfy a sick desire.
We must resist this growing tide
this evil that is coiling
insidious with its reach
for should we ignore
chose ignorance
a reaping will take place.
©Dec. 6/19
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