Thoughts about suffocated 10-year-old children
It’s a plot that even Quentin Tarantino could never think of: Eat a popsicle and get suffocated in a box.
Story: Reuters – Girl found suffocated was locked in box as punishment
That same witness also told police, “She saw Cynthia force Ame to eat dog feces” as punishment for not cleaning up all the dog feces near their clothesline.
Police also reported that one of Ame’s aunts, Samantha Allen, “eventually confessed to putting hot sauce in Ame’s mouth, hitting her with [a paddle called the] Butt Buster, and putting her in the box as a disciplinary measure.”
Want proof that we’re all doomed? Here it sits.
I just came across this story and instantly almost popped a blood vessel. What in the name of holy fuckshit is going on with the world???
I’ve thought it over for a couple of minutes and I think I have an answer.
NO ONE IS EVER HELD TO FULL ACCOUNT
What do I mean by “full account?” It’s simple. It’s the idea that the punishment can never equal what the victim went through. The victim can never made whole.
Make someone eat dog shit and kill them in a box? The “best” we can ever hope for is a nice, clean death. No dog shit. No suffocation. The reality, though, is that it’s probable even that won’t happen. The vast majority of evil in the world goes completely unpunished. In the rare case someone has to actually pay for what they have done, it is never enough.
By that definition, there can never truly be justice. Only a mere shadow of an attempt.
It works a little something like this: Be a flaming moron. Be a thoughtless jackass. Act totally on impulse your entire life initiating a progression that escalates over time. Why does it escalate? Because no one ever holds you to account.
Your whole life you’ve never been taken to task. In the remote possibility that someone even tried, you managed to weasel out. Maybe you got away with some lies. Maybe you pathetically begged and pleased and were shown forgiveness. Maybe you told some sob story about how other people were depending on you.
Whatever. Once you were let off the hook you learned a valuable lesson about how the world worked. You learned you could get away with it. It may be the only lesson you ever really learned in life, but you learned it well.
Maybe you were shown mercy with all the best intentions in the world. The road to Hell is paved with those good intentions.
For some people real learning never takes place until a sufficient level of pain is reached. And that level of pain is never reached any more. At least not until it’s too late for the innocent.
Now the game begins. The crying. The pleading. The sincere blubberings of “I didn’t mean it” and “I wanted to do something to stop it” and such. And the legal maneuvering. All the wheels of “justice” are about to kick into high gear.
Make a little girl eat dog shit? You need to fucking die. But we don’t have that punishment, do we?
Attention humans: I am not one of you! No fucking way.
The Dos Amoebas
When I wrote the above joke last night, I decided it was time to do an amoeba post. I asked myself, “I wonder if I’ve ever writtene about amoebas before?” So I searched my blog. Yep. Damn, I like the way I used to think. It was in a post entitled Impulsively acting on my values. So this may be a bit of a rehash.
What, if anything, separates humans from our friend the humble amoeba?
I like to think it’s the fact that reason, intelligence and self-awareness gives us the opportunity to do something other than that which is biologically instinctual.
Do I push the old lady down in my quest to buy the last Furby?
Do I buy a fake diploma and put it on my resume to get a job?
Do I lie and cheat on my taxes?
Do I dump used motor oil into the soil out back behind my garage?
Do I park in the fire lane because I want a shorter walk to the ATM?
While stopped at a red light do I pull out my ashtray and dump it on the ground?
I submit that people who answer “yes” to questions like the above have the mental equivelance of the amoeba. On this, I reserve the right to be judge, jury and executioner. The verdict? Guilty. The sentence: Denial of mitosis!
Just because you can do a thing doesn’t mean you should.
Some people get that. Sadly, most of us don’t.