Two Texas mothers were charged for abandoning their six children and leaving them in absolute squalor after the kids were found covered in dirt, lice and so hungry that a 1-year-old resorted to eating his own feces, authorities said.
That sucks. In Columbus Ohio, an 18 month old toddler was abandoned at a gas station and was only charged with a misdemeanor. It should be a felony charge.
Bond of $15,000. They were out for $1,500. The level of injustice in this country is unbelieveable. I am quickly turning into an eye for an eye kind of guy that believes in true reciprocity for punishment. Oh, and make it public or televised. Something like a pay-per-view channel. That would help to get the point across.
The whole 'eye for an eye' was Jesus reprimanding the authorities that the punishment should fit the crime. The authorities haad been in the habit of putting outlandish or severe punishment even for lesser crimes. It works both ways; a severe crime deserves not a slap on the hands such as what we see today.
I had to force myself to follow the link and read the whole thing about these two losers. I know that the world has all kinds of people, and that some people are just plain old rotten to the core. Not everyone was lucky enough to have been raised by parents like mine, who were not religious, but were among the most kind, moral, and caring people that I have ever known. The took in strangers and let them sleep on their couch on a number of occasions. Of course, it was a small town, and a different time, but it was nothing to come home and find a couple with their 1 or 2 kids spending the night, eating at my parents restaurant for free, and sleeping in a spare bedroom, all because of either a car problem, or just having run out of time to get where they were headed, since our town was on the route to just about everywhere from the lower part of the state to the northern part of the state. So I really never knew what it was like to have anything other than good, decent parents. They even packed food and drinks for our baseball team, to go and watch my twin and my double headers, in order for our team to have a meal in between games. So when I see the parents like this, I cannot relate, even though I know that they exist. I know that many of my classmates went through life like this, until they got through high school and were able to leave home. I am in contact with them now and am shocked by some of their stories. One family actually saw their parents murdered in front of their eyes, by a relative. When I read stories like this, I feel guilty to have come from the parents that I did. The stories about getting spanked, that all people of my age, 61? I don't have them, because I actually didn't do anything to deserve a spanking, just because I never would want to do anything that would disappoint my parents. I forgot, one time, all 4 of us boys did get spanked, although not really hard. We had a sister, who slept downstairs, in a huge old house, while we boys slept upstairs. We got into a pillow fight, and it ended up like the kind you used to see on the old Lucille Ball/Bob Hope kind of movies. The feathers flying all over the air, landing on the beds,dressers, floor, etc. My parents came upstairs, after hearing the uproar, and seeing it, made us clean it all up, then lined us up, and spanked all of us. That is the only time that I can remember getting spanked.
I wanted to enter this with the other post, but it was too long. But it also tells something about my family life.
I can't let it go without telling the worst thing that I did. My mom had a China cabinet, filled with her collected antique glassware, from things that her mother had handed down, to the glassware she had bought at yard sales. Depression glass, milk glass, all kinds of things that were valuable as individual pieces. My twin brother and I had our birthdays and both got an M 16 toy gun, that made the machine gun noise. My mom got tired of the noise, and put them on top of her China cabinet. Eventually, I wanted that gun, and attempted to climb up and get that gun. I didn't get the gun, since the cabinet tipped over and nearly crushed me. I lived, unfortunately, but the entire glass collection did not. Except for one piece, that could have been my mom's favorite piece, I don't know. What I do know is that she picked that one piece up and smashed it onto the pile of broken pieces, breaking it into pieces itself. She and my dad swept it up, and placed it into the 55 gallon drum that we had out by the road, in our small town, that we kept for a burning barrel. Back then, most people just burned our paper goods, with a grate over the top to keep it from blowing up and starting any fires in the neighbor's yard. That night, at about 1 AM, it started. Bang, Boom, Pop! You see, in Michigan at that time, it was illegal to have firecrackers, and my oldest brother had gotten some from one of his buddies who had gone out or state. My parents confiscated them, and they just put them in one of my mom's glassware pieces. When they swept the busted glass up, they didn't notice the firecrackers, and tossed them into the burning barrel. So when we burned the garbage that evening, eventually the coals reached the firecrackers and they started to go off. At 1 AM, my parents were both out there with buckets of water trying to put the fire out, to stop the firecrackers from going off. Luckily by that time, they had stopped being angry, and saw the funny side of it. It became one of the funny stories that followed me throughout my life until my parents both passed away.
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ReplyDeleteThat sucks. In Columbus Ohio, an 18 month old toddler was abandoned at a gas station and was only charged with a misdemeanor. It should be a felony charge.
ReplyDeleteWhat was the 18 month old charged with? Loitering or something more substantial?
DeleteHaha! I was gonna ask the same thing.
DeleteWonder if they bothered running a DNA test to see if the children were really theirs. The care that they showed suggests a border or a meal ticket.
ReplyDeleteyep. guarantee these are not their children.
DeleteJust 15k for bail?
ReplyDeleteOut doing her taxes, getting ready for the high life with that EIC check, and whoops, had to use it for bail.
ReplyDeleteDaryl
Bond of $15,000. They were out for $1,500. The level of injustice in this country is unbelieveable. I am quickly turning into an eye for an eye kind of guy that believes in true reciprocity for punishment. Oh, and make it public or televised. Something like a pay-per-view channel. That would help to get the point across.
ReplyDeleteJeremy P.
The whole 'eye for an eye' was Jesus reprimanding the authorities that the punishment should fit the crime. The authorities haad been in the habit of putting outlandish or severe punishment even for lesser crimes.
DeleteIt works both ways; a severe crime deserves not a slap on the hands such as what we see today.
That is depressing as heck. I can't imagine the mindset to let kids suffer under your own roof.
ReplyDeleteI had to force myself to follow the link and read the whole thing about these two losers. I know that the world has all kinds of people, and that some people are just plain old rotten to the core. Not everyone was lucky enough to have been raised by parents like mine, who were not religious, but were among the most kind, moral, and caring people that I have ever known.
ReplyDeleteThe took in strangers and let them sleep on their couch on a number of occasions.
Of course, it was a small town, and a different time, but it was nothing to come home and find a couple with their 1 or 2 kids spending the night, eating at my parents restaurant for free, and sleeping in a spare bedroom, all because of either a car problem, or just having run out of time to get where they were headed, since our town was on the route to just about everywhere from the lower part of the state to the northern part of the state.
So I really never knew what it was like to have anything other than good, decent parents. They even packed food and drinks for our baseball team, to go and watch my twin and my double headers, in order for our team to have a meal in between games.
So when I see the parents like this, I cannot relate, even though I know that they exist. I know that many of my classmates went through life like this, until they got through high school and were able to leave home. I am in contact with them now and am shocked by some of their stories. One family actually saw their parents murdered in front of their eyes, by a relative. When I read stories like this, I feel guilty to have come from the parents that I did. The stories about getting spanked, that all people of my age, 61? I don't have them, because I actually didn't do anything to deserve a spanking, just because I never would want to do anything that would disappoint my parents.
I forgot, one time, all 4 of us boys did get spanked, although not really hard. We had a sister, who slept downstairs, in a huge old house, while we boys slept upstairs. We got into a pillow fight, and it ended up like the kind you used to see on the old Lucille Ball/Bob Hope kind of movies. The feathers flying all over the air, landing on the beds,dressers, floor, etc. My parents came upstairs, after hearing the uproar, and seeing it, made us clean it all up, then lined us up, and spanked all of us. That is the only time that I can remember getting spanked.
I wanted to enter this with the other post, but it was too long. But it also tells something about my family life.
ReplyDeleteI can't let it go without telling the worst thing that I did. My mom had a China cabinet, filled with her collected antique glassware, from things that her mother had handed down, to the glassware she had bought at yard sales. Depression glass, milk glass, all kinds of things that were valuable as individual pieces.
My twin brother and I had our birthdays and both got an M 16 toy gun, that made the machine gun noise. My mom got tired of the noise, and put them on top of her China cabinet. Eventually, I wanted that gun, and attempted to climb up and get that gun. I didn't get the gun, since the cabinet tipped over and nearly crushed me. I lived, unfortunately, but the entire glass collection did not. Except for one piece, that could have been my mom's favorite piece, I don't know. What I do know is that she picked that one piece up and smashed it onto the pile of broken pieces, breaking it into pieces itself.
She and my dad swept it up, and placed it into the 55 gallon drum that we had out by the road, in our small town, that we kept for a burning barrel. Back then, most people just burned our paper goods, with a grate over the top to keep it from blowing up and starting any fires in the neighbor's yard.
That night, at about 1 AM, it started. Bang, Boom, Pop! You see, in Michigan at that time, it was illegal to have firecrackers, and my oldest brother had gotten some from one of his buddies who had gone out or state. My parents confiscated them, and they just put them in one of my mom's glassware pieces. When they swept the busted glass up, they didn't notice the firecrackers, and tossed them into the burning barrel. So when we burned the garbage that evening, eventually the coals reached the firecrackers and they started to go off. At 1 AM, my parents were both out there with buckets of water trying to put the fire out, to stop the firecrackers from going off. Luckily by that time, they had stopped being angry, and saw the funny side of it. It became one of the funny stories that followed me throughout my life until my parents both passed away.