I'm sure most who is reading this heard about that little 9 year old girl who was kidnapped, raped, and murdered by a repeat sex offender in Florida.
They released details and like the dumb fuck I am, I read it. The son of a bitch buried her alive 150 yards from her home. He stuffed her in plastic, and sealed it around her head and feet and tossed her in a hole. What really fucks me up and makes tears come out of my eyes when i think about it, is the fact that she had a purple dolphin clutched in her hands against her.
We all had something like that when we were children, something which chased the boogyman back into that dark closet. But this poor child could not make that monster go away. No matter how hard she squeezed it, she would not be waking in her bed. Their is something so innately perverse about that it fills me with a rage.
I have six nieces, and I see them carrying their dolls, their toy monkeys, their teddy bears... never going anywhere without them and holding them close when the skeletons danced during The Pirates of the Carribean.
I almost wish I had more strength, a lack of conscience enough to use this internet to access the sex offender data base and kill every last one of them mother fuckers in a hundred mile radius. Then I hope that act creates copys that spreads out and cleans this nation of that disease.
I'm scared of these monsters, and I'm scared that my nieces and everyone elses child shares a world with them.