Warning: Explicit Content

Prickly Heels

I'm angry and sad and shocked and pissed off and heart broken and disgusted and and and...

FUCK!

My apologies for my language.  But that is how I feel right now.

All day my mind has been consumed by the senseless murder of a little girl that took place last night.  The thoughts of how could someone possibly rape and murder another human being - let alone a child.  Why?  Why?

Hearing that the murderer's girlfriend had heard a commotion from the basement where the rape and murder took place - that she heard a child screaming No - and yet you stupid fucking bitch just sat your ass in your fucking apartment and did not NOTHING!  YOU DID NOTHING!?!!?  I hope you are haunted by the fact that you laid down every night with someone who was capable of this horrific act - that you could have possibly saved her life had you just gone to see what the fucking noise was about.

FUCK!

I am so angry right now.  This child didn't deserve this - no child does.  She was a sweet little girl.  A little girl that should be celebrating her birthday next month and now she will never celebrate another birthday here on earth.  I wish I had the shoes in today's picture - I would strap them on and kick the living shit out of that scumbag.

I don't understand what goes wrong in someone's brain that is capable of something like this.  I graduated high school with a kid that a few years later killed a woman and her young toddler daughter in his parents childrens clothing store.  I still remember the sickened feeling I felt as I walked into my parents' apartment and saw his face on the news.  The days that would follow when they would find the baby's body in a tree in a local park.  That they had to make a deal with him to find the woman's body.  The satisfaction I felt in hearing that there were plots underway to kill him in jail.  The many sleepless nights following these murders - knowing that I had planned to go to that store with my infant son the day the murders took place.

How as a parent do you go on?  Knowing the unthinkable pain, suffering and horror your child went through - and you weren't there to help and save them.  I look at my children and that is my job to protect them, to keep them safe, to make sure no one ever hurts them.  I don't know that I could go on if I lost my child - and I definitely don't think I could if I lost them in this way.

There are sick twisted fucking people out there - and all I know is that regardless of how - that man will get his.  Karma is a bitch my friend and you just bit off way more than you could ever handle.

"Every unpunished murder takes away something from the security of every man's life"

Daniel Webster