Stop In The Name of Love
I don't have a lot of time today but wanted to point out that Dangerspouse and I share a common job - broadcast news. At the moment, that may not be a popular thing to say. I know that some of his entries are tasteless and offensive to the extreme.
Well, okay, all of them are tasteless and offensive to the extreme.
Maybe that's why I like them.
But one of his latest entries, as of this writing, crossed the bounds for a lot of people. Yes, I found references to the children's deaths offensive, even more so than usual.
But here's the kind of stories we deal with every day. We see politicians who routinely use their political clout to fiscally rape their constituents. We see husbands who beat their wives within an inch of their lives for wearing perfume. We see drunk and stoned drivers who wipe out entire families and go out and drink again.
And we see children who die or are irreparably, horribly damaged by the most sick, depraved monsters ever spawned by the human race.
Let me tell you about one case I reported locally. The child was about two years old at the time he was taken to the hospital - I don't remember precisely what his mother took him in for, but it wasn't for the things that had been done to him.
He had cigarette burns all over his body. His head had been scalded, to the point that there was an enormous blister, several inches across, on his scalp. He'd been beaten. He'd been scalded again on his legs and feet. And just for fun, the SOB that passsed as his stepfather had grabbed the boy's penis and yanked on it hard enough to do damage.
I won't go into all of the details here because reading the medical and court reports made ME ill, and I have a pretty strong constitution. I thought I'd seen it all, but by the time I went back to the office that day I thought I'd have to go home sick.
When those are the kinds of reports you see, sometimes you have to break the verbal rules just to keep from walking away. And THAT ISN'T ACCEPTABLE. When we sweep the horror under the rug, the bad guys win. If we don't report it, we return to an era when the sickest of the sick get away with their depravity so that good people don't have to see or hear about it.
Or maybe we should return to the good old days. My mother grew up a literal hillbilly in the Ozark Mountains. She told me once how child molestors were handled when she was a kid. True, they didn't make the news. The story was swept under the rug. And the men of the community made sure that the child molester was put underground. In the most literal, physical way. The community didn't tolerate a man who beat and raped or killed his children. Maybe if we returned to that sort of vigilante justice, and expanded it to include wife-beaters, it would be worth it to hide the stories again - as long as we don't go back to the days of blaming the victim.
Until then, I'll do what I can to maintain my sanity, and I'll keep reporting, in hopes that we as a nation, as a world, become enraged and offended enough that we refuse to tolerate it for even one more second.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )