A few days ago, when it was minus fucking fifty outside, a drunk dude was found in the snow. When he was warmed (and sober enough) to start talking, he asked where his children were. His three and one year old daughters to be exact.
Hmm. If I was a drunk moron responsible for the safety and well being of children, where would I stash them? In all probability I would take the two of them out in diapers and tee shirts for a walk in the snow. I mean, what kid doesn’t like snow? YES! This is an awesome Idea! I am a great Dad! Where’s my beer?
So obviously, the two little girls were found frozen to death.
The man in question is a Native America. Bet you wonder why I had to add this in, huh? Why bring race into a horrible tragedy like this?
It isn’t becuase I am a closet racist, but becuase the reserve, where he and his girls resided (before he killed them VIA drunken stupidity that is) played the race card.
Thats right folks. It is now all of society’s and the governments’ fault that a grown man chose to get hammered and his children ended up paying the price.
[...said outsiders across the nation looking in on the tragic event should take pause before laying blame, because both parents are "victims of circumstance."
"With all the lack of programs, lack of employment, lack of hope in this community, there's just nothing for this community," she said. "Other communities are thriving, and we're not."]
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?
Becuase he had no job, he bought alcohol and got smashed while left in charge of children? Wait. I thought he was unemployed? Why did he have alcohol anyway? One time, my husband was unemployed for almost four days. We bought diapers, a case of formula and NOTHING else until his next paycheck came in.
One has to ask why there is “nothing for this community” and WHY, just becuase the community in question happens to be a reserve, this crime can be blamed on society instead of on the shoulders that rightfully should be bearing this load.
When an adult choses to have sex, they know there is a chance, no matter their choice of protection that they may produce a child. (Drunk sex is not an excuse).
When an adult chooses to give birth to the child, to keep the child, to RAISE the child, they enter into a lifetime commitment. Not a legal one, but a moral one. A commitment of the heart.
When an adult, left alone with two very small children chooses to pick up a bottle and drink enough that his judgment is impaired - Enough that he does not think to dress his children before heading out in minus fifty weather - he should be held accountable.
I do not care if the person is white, native, black or fish faced. I do not care if it is a man , woman or Pat. If you have children relying solely on you for care and safety and you choose to impair your judgment with alcohol or drugs, you are guilty. At the very least - of child neglect. At the very most, of murder.
You cannot blame society for the alcohol you bought and subsequently consumed. You cannot blame the government for your lack of job. And you cannot blame US for the death of your children.
Do you know why it is important for children to play the pick up game? It teaches them cause and effect. It teaches them that the action of dropping the spoon/block/ball will cause a reaction from their caregiver. It teaches them that for everything they do there is a reaction.
It is a simple concept, one so simple that a one month old has it mastered. I cry they come. I cry more, they feed me.
I want to know where this man was? How could he possibly have reached the age of majority without learning that for ever action there is a reaction. How can he, hell, not just him, but an entire community, not understand that HE chose to do this. He wasn’t forced to do it by poverty. He is not a “victim of circumstance”. No one went into his home, tied him up, got him drunk and then whispered into his ear that he should take his babies into the snow in diapers. He got drunk and caused the death of his children All.By.Himself.
So why are the papers screaming about [" ...chronic poverty, inadequate housing, a lack of employment opportunities, "rampant" alcoholism, drug abuse, inattention from federal and provincial governments and the lingering impact of residential school abuse that has culminated in generations of abuse in some families"].
Why are good people struggling every.fucking.day to get pregnant, crying each time they walk into a bathroom and realize that yet another month without conception has passed them by - while fuck-tards like this reproduce at the drop of a hat?
I fucking hate people who haven’t figured out where the ON switch is on their brain.
Source.
I had NO idea the interwebs could be this mean. Or this funny.
For this post, you need a bit of background information. I searched my archives and could not find anywhere that I had already explained it, so I will start way back at the beginning. (first line of the real post has been bolded for your convenience- ‘cus DAMN this is a hella long post!)
When Rainbow Man got his teeth I was excited, but not excited enough to know I was supposed to brush them. As a result he has cavities (I DO learn from my mistake, Both the younger two scored the coveted NO CAVITIES sticker at the dentist earlier this month).
When Rainbow Man was five, one of his many cavities began to bother him. We took him to a dentist and he decided the tooth should come out. It was so badly decayed there was no real hope of saving it. (I suck) Unfortunately, Rainbow Man had an infection in the tooth that prevented the numbing agent from working properly. The dentist and I did not know this until the tooth was already half out. RM was screaming. Not crying, Screaming in pain, but the tooth could not stay half in nor half out. Before much could be said to the dentist we never EVER returned to, he yanked the tooth the rest of the way out. Without freezing.
This, quite naturally led RM to have a VERY big fear of dentists. But he still had a LOT of cavities. However, I was unwilling to make him face his fear and get them taken care of. Until last summer when he developed a very large abcess beside one of his decayed teeth. (Again, I suck)
We took it very slow. First appointment was just to see the room and meet the dentist. Next appointment was to sit in the chair and have his teeth counted. The next appointment was for a cleaning and an assessment of what work needs to be done and in what priority. At all times, we kept RM informed of what was being done and what HAD to be done becuase I think information is power and the more you know about something the less you fear it. Our dentist was extremely patient with us, by the way.
Finally we took him in to have a spacer put in. The gap left from the tooth that had been pulled when he was five had started to close in, meaning he would have trouble when his adult tooth wanted to emerge. The spacer went in just fine. (there is no pain involved with a spacer) We had discussed with him ahead of time that he would have some happy gas and the abscessed tooth would be pulled after the spacer was in. He had reacted calm and accepting to the news.
The scene at the dentist office that afternoon when she brought out the needle to freeze him is one I wish I could forget. It ended with him curled in a fetal position on the floor screaming. Terrified of the pain he new was coming. (lets keep in mind that the last tooth he had extracted was done with no freezing)
I took him home and called a the pediatric dentist at the hospital and made an appointment to have his teeth taken care of (two extractions, fissures, spacers, a retainer and multiple cavity fills) done while under general anesthetic. I was not willing to force him to go through that fear again. The waiting list was a year long.
In early January the boys were due for their six month cleanings. RM went and had no troubles, in fact, he seemed to have fun. I was busy in the next room with Stuperman while the dentist was in with RM so I do not know what she said to him, but when his cleaning was done, he asked me to make him an appointment to have the work he needed done on his teeth. I did, becuase he asked, but I had very low expectations for the appointment.
Have you ever been so proud of someone it made you cry? Until this morning, I had never. Rainbow Man got in the chair, got the needle and proceeded to get EVERY SINGLE thing that needed to be done, including the fillings and extractions, without a single tear. In fact there were a few times during those three hours that they had him giggling - without the nitrous oxide!
Best fucking day ever!
Pee Ess : If you actually read the whole post, you deserve a prize!
I was going to answer some questions from Avitable today. I had it all planned out.
He made this offer on January 16th :
I’m not going to continue it by asking anyone interview questions, unless you have a burning desire to have me ask you deeply personal intimate details of your life. If so, just let me know.
I took him up on it. Unfortunatly he has been occipied by birthday cake, handcuffs and under aged hookers and has YET to send them to me.
Go badger him for me. (Gorillas are afraid of Badgers - a documented fact) Make him send the questions.
Please
Alternative titles could be : My kids are Assholes or They learned from the best
This morning, thinking ahead to the fact I would need a few hours without my contacts in to give my poor burning eyes a break, I dressed my children in Brightly colored shirts. One red, one blue and one yellow. This way, even without clear vision I would know who was doing what.
I’m SMRT like that.
But little jackasses stole my contacts - which means they moved them six inches to the right and covered them with a face cloth - and switched shirts with each other while I was napping.
Not so fun, really, when the shoe is on the other foot.
