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If you've come to read about bleeding-heart compassion, you should go elsewere.
I have a splitting headache today, and we are fresh out of pain reliever. I've spent the day laying around. In pursuit of my goal of doing as little as possible, I turned on The Montel Williams show (I always want to call him Montel Jordan. Remember him? "This is how we do i-it..."). Today's topic was "Children Behind Bars," and the first story was about a girl who had been murdered at her babysitters. She'd been beaten to death. She sustained 35 injuries, among which were a fractured skull, broken ribs, internal bleeding and a severed liver. As if that isn't hideous enough, the girl was a 48lb 6 year old. The boy convicted of her murder was a 170lb 12year old, the son of the babysitter. He testified to 'playing' with her for 5 minutes before she collapsed. He was convicted as an adult to life in prison without the possibility of parole.
Montel picked a kid out of the audience and asked his age. He continued by asking that 17 year old boy what he thought of the situation. The boy stated that he thought the punishment was unfair, that the boy's mother (the girl's babysitter) should have been in the room watching the kids. The audience applauded in agreement.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I know several kids and/or parents. I have a bunch of cousins. I went to school with kids--duh. I even have children of my own. I don't know any of them that can't be left for five minutes lest they kill another child.
Needless to say, that stupidity did not help my headache.
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
