Have you ever, just momentarily, felt the urge to murder someone?  Well, I have...and do, if I'm being honest, on a regular basis.  Not a heinous murder, mind you.  And don't tell me all murders are heinous because that's a bunch of bullshit.  I'm talking about the Hannibal Lechter variety in which society benefits from it.   The kind of act that rids society of pedophiles.  The kind of act that would allow people to sleep better at night.  A heroic murder, I'm saying.

My youngest daughter, Kennedy, has a bestie.  They are inseparable and I love this child like she were my own.  She is always welcome at my house and it is rare that she ever just stays one night.  She usually spends two or three and I would let her move in with us if she ever needed to. 

I knew there was something going on with Kennedy's bestie because she has a very low self-esteem, despite being a very pretty girl.  She is very thin but insists that she is fat.  And she doesn't do this in an attention-seeking way.  Girls who are very thin but genuinely think they are fat cover themselves up whereas attention-seeking girls making these claims let it all hang out in tight clothes, and so on.  Not this girl.  She makes an attempt to blend into the wall.  She can't...but she tries. 

We found out yesterday that her sick-in-the-head male cousin has not only molested her but has choked her on three separate occasions to the point that she has passed out. 

Now, her parents know about the choking and have gotten a restraining order against this kid.  However, what they didn't know was that she has also been molested by him.  She just told them last night.  Their response?  "We aren't going to talk about this ever again."

What they also found out is that she is a cutter.  She favors her wrist and often says she has a sprained wrist and wears a brace to cover up her cuts.  Their response?  "You have broken our hearts."

Ok.  Someone please tell me I am not over-reacting here...but OH MY FUCKING GOD, ARE YOU KIDDING ME????!!!!

I had plans this weekend to go with my girl, K, to her moms to help get her mom moved but I stayed home on the chance that I can go get this girl and bring her to a normal, safe environment where she doesn't have to worry about her suffering "breaking my heart."  Yes, my heart IS broken but FOR her, not BY her. 

Then, her parentally-deficient parental unit says, "Do you want help?"  Uhmmm, I don't know.  Perhaps that should have been the first thing they should have said...instead of placing blame on her already over-burdened fourteen year-old shoulders.  She said, "No."  Big surprise there.  Their response, "Okay."  I'm just going to stop right there before I throw my laptop at the wall.

Now, back to the sonofabitch who hurt her.  Let me start by saying this.  I don't give a flying fuck about his childhood.  K?  I don't care if he was beaten, strangled, molested, or starved.  K?  I didn't have a great childhood, either.  I was molested by a family member.  Did I lash out at anyone?  No, I sure didn't.  Do childhood factors play in to his sickness?  Yes, but they do not define it or cause it.  They just exacerbated his already present tendency to be a psychopath. 

He needs to die.  Not by me.  Don't go turning me in because you think I am seriously planning to hurt this kid.  Again, I do not lash out...I just wish that I could in instances such as these.

Let me also inform you that this kid at some point hurt a 2 year-old to the extent that the child was placed in the hospital.  JEFFERY DAHMER, anyone? 

Yes.  I believe that this kid should be executed.  Not imprisoned.  Not rehabilitated.  DEAD.  He will NEVER be a productive member of society.  You could spend a million dollars of our tax money and try...but guaranteed, this kid is a psychopath and he will never be okay.  How many people does he have to hurt before someone decides that enough is enough?

We already know of two people that will be forever impacted by his sickness.  How many more are there that we don't know about?  How many more will there be before he is locked up?  In his lifetime? 

I don't know how, but this kid is walking around the the streets of my town.  I don't want him to.  I hope that this all gets around and I hope that every minute of every day, he fears for his life.  I hope that he never again, in his life, ever feels a moment of security.  I hope that if he ever hurts someone again, that they defend themselves and kill him.  That's what I hope. 

Politically correct?  No, it sure as hell isn't.  But it IS the truth and that's all you will get from this blog.