This isn't a rant.
It's a full blown rage.
Something happened here in Utah this last week, that has finally sent me over the edge -- and that bothers me.
A little four year old boy came out to Utah from Virginia, to spend the summer with his mother, and her soon to be husband. Within a week and a half they had killed him. More precisely he died after days of beatings and burnings and starvation, mostly inflicted by his step father, but his mother knew and did nothing.
He died on Mother's Day.
They left him locked in his room, while they went to the courthouse to get married. Fearful of what they had done, after his death, they desecrated his body and buried it in the mountains, hoping it would be unidentifiable.
What the Hell is happening to us? We're hearing more of these stories all the time now. Why?! Why is life so cheap? Why are we so selfish? How have we reached the point where killing a child is not the worst thing you can do? Why is it now necessary to torture the child before you kill him?
Are we so sick that we need to see the light leave their eyes before the soul leaves their body?
How can we treat our children as cast off refuse, an inconvenience that we can just throw aside?
What threat is a four year old little boy to ANYONE?!
I'm bothered by my own reaction to these horrible stories. It bothers me that when I hear a report on the radio that a four year old boy is missing, my first thought -- FIRST THOUGHT! -- is that I'll bet his parents killed him! I feel like I'm being twisted into something so jaded and cynical, that sometimes I really don't like what plays across the stage of my mind. Normally, I can remove myself far enough from the situation to allow that justice needs to take it's proper course. But with this most recent case, I've reached the saturation point. I can't hear this anymore! I cannot honestly tell you what I would do, if the man that took that boy's life fell into my hands.
I WANT to inflict pain upon another human being. That's new and it's not the person I want to be!
To all of you mothers out there: love your children. Your calling as a mother is so sacred. I cannot imagine a higher honor than participating with God in the creation of life. If you choose not to have children, that's perfectly fine. But, if you bring a new life into this world, cherish it, nourish it and love it.
To you men: Grow up. Man up. Understand that no one really cares about your car or your stereo or your guns or your sports teams. Understand that no one will ever love you or respect you as unconditionally as your children. Understand that your need to prove your manhood has gone far beyond rational limits. Understand that if the only way to prove what a big man you are is to viciously and mindlessly beat a helpless child, then you are no longer a man.
You are subhuman.
You are a mad dog who needs to be put down.
Save us all the effort, and go find a cliff to jump from. I have a few in mind, if you need suggestions.
I can't take this anymore.