I used to love to watch the show Cold Case and enjoyed watching them reopen past cases that had gone “cold” for a variety of reasons which prevented justice from being carried out.
The lead girl was a little pasty-looking and anemic, but she was watchable.
Fuck the statute of limitations.
Crime is crime and guilty is guilty.
Let’s knock off all the legal wheezing, blustering, and ineptitude and stop finding ways to make a mockery of our system of justice in this country.
And I could give a damn if the criminal has spent their whole life being good and honest and accomplishing a great deal of good for the planet.
Give them an even worse punishment for evading capture for so long.
Look no further than Islington, England for a real-life cold case being solved in recent days.
Some seventy-eight year old bloke thought he got off with murder some fifty years ago.
But he didn’t.
Throw that old bastard in the slammer, the most foul and dangerous one in all the United Kingdom, and if he is in failing health, make him better so he can endure the hell he is in and be aware of it all.
Make the end days of this sonofabitch the cruelest and most painful possible.
Then go to work on his family.
Dennis McGrory has finally been caught, douchebag that he is.
Rest easy Jackie Montgomery.
They caught him.
It breaks my heart to think of all the wonderful things this young girl missed in her short existence.
Here is the preface for the letter “K” from my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s!
Kindness is such a basic requirement for membership in the human race that it is almost an embarrassment to list it.
“It doesn’t cost anything to be clean or respectful.”
A mom-ism that is an untenable low benchmark for how one purports oneself. I’ll add that it also does not cost a cent to be polite, approachable, or even (gasp!) friendly.
Oh, we always hear stories of kindness around the holidays and we always ask, “why can’t people do nice things like that all year long?” I personally enjoy the feeling of Christmas every bit, if not more than, the holiday itself. One of the main reasons we choose (yes my wife has once again enabled my insanity) to keep Christmas lights up in our front room all year long. I’m a total sucker for Christmas movies. Anything with a dog (that doesn’t die), anything with orphans, the elderly, or the hopeless, I will watch and smart money says I’ll be crying like a baby before it is all over.
That is why it absolutely makes me sick that someone chose to desecrate the single most personally-treasured holiday on this entire planet. Universally celebrated in some fashion or another and held closest to the little hearts of children. They still see the world as a place of wonder and magical possibilities.
You can take shots at the Easter Bunny (no pun intended), you can really have a Turkey Shoot, but you leave Christmas alone! I speak of the proliferation of Santa slasher movies that began after 1984’s Silent Night, Deadly Night. He is the first writer I remember who used his quill to burst the collective bubbles of all of us waiting for St. Nicholas on Christmas Eve. By doing so, he has irreversibly destroyed an institution that was meant to last for all time. He had no human right to impinge unholy images into our children’s hopeful bright eyes. In the process he stained what is arguably the very best day of each year we are fortunate to be alive for. The selfishness to cause such irrevocable damage to the Holiest of Days is absolutely unforgivable.
I wish I had thought of it.