Paper clip update. You will recall the case of Sarah who recently had a baby by Bill Roberts, one of the men accused of abducting, assaulting and brutally raping a young woman outside of a night club on the east side. Sarah is living with her aunt. I pointed out previously that Sarah is exceedingly stupid. Just terribly stupid. Just mind-bendingly stupid. Like a paper clip.
Carl continually defended her because he liked pretty young women and it doesn’t much matter if they are bright enough to work a vending machine on their own. But he is fed up with Sarah. He was all set to throw some work at her so she would have some extras for the baby, etc. But when she told Carl that she was still in love with Bill and wished he would be out of prison so they could all live together as a family, that is all Carl could stand. He no longer contradicts me when I announce that there isn’t a retarded ferret anywhere in the world who does not have a huge leg up on this little twit.
Not that I have been Einstein when it comes to men. I have committed acts of unbridled stupidity that defy reason, myself. But I have never claimed undying love for a violence-crazed misogynistic rapist.
Another of Carl’s less-than-gifted friends, Chris, is in jail. Several years ago she was dating some guy who mistreated her. So she dumped him and started dating his father instead. Dad was a truck driver who was out of town a lot, so whenever he would leave, his son would call Chris and ask for a reconciliation just enough to get his rocks off. Chris fended him off, but he got angrier and angrier. Eventually Chris married the old man because he was decent to her at first.
But matters did not stay that way. The apple don’t fall far from the tree and the tree don’t grow far from the rotted fruit. The old man began to hit her and so forth so she took her kids (not by him) and left. He pulled some strings and had her utilities turned off and then reported to Family Services that her kids were hold up in a place with no heat or electricity. Family Services removed the kids to foster care.
Chris went through endless grief trying to get the kids back and to prove that she is stable and can provide a home, etc. Once DFS suspects you of something your life can be made a shambles.
Chris eventually did get them back and divorced the old man. This upset him. He and his son came over, and in a cooperative inter-generational effort, beat the crap out of her together. Way to bond with your son, huh?
She got a restraining order against the two men. When the son called her up to notify her that he was on the way over to beat her up again, she called the cops. Our friends, the cops. They arrived and were willing to enforce the restraining order, but could not find it in their computer. So they ran her name through the computer looking for it and a bench warrant popped up for $250 worth of traffic tickets she had not paid. So she went to jail and the kids went to foster care. Hundreds are needed to bail her out and there is not a soul in the world to help her. She is frightened and alone in the jail. Fortunately, she is huge, so she won’t be bullied as much as she could be. Plus she is unkempt and her teeth are green.
Do you realize I have never been physically abused by anyone? No pedophiles have ever done me harm; no relatives have wanted to play doctor, no man has ever raised a hand to me. For years I have wondered how I lucked out on this when there are so many women who don’t. It can’t be because of my sweet and loving personality that doesn’t inspire the rage or hatred usually linked to abuse because a) I don’t have a sweet loving personality; I am a bitch and b) I don’t think the temperament of the victim moves an abuser one way or the other.
There was an occasion when I was seven or eight years old when I was in a movie theater and a pervert sat down next to me. He had a trench coat and everything. He put his hand between my legs and rubbed.
Being uninitiated in matters of pedophilia and sexual deviance, and having no idea at all what this touching was about, I did not respond with fear or panic, but with bewilderment and annoyance. I crossed my legs and leaned away from him and he got up and left. I was lucky.
It was years later when I realized I had been molested. I can’t say that I suffered any long term psychological problems because of it. I think the incident had no impact on me whatsoever. As I say, I was lucky.
I wish now I had stood and screamed my head off in the theater until they had to stop the film and have the man arrested. Perhaps something worse happened to some other little girl because I did not. It pays to be educated about everything.
It is because of this episode and all the things that could have happened to me and haven’t that I suspect my life has been charmed in this area. I guess this is only fair since it has been righteously screwed up in so many others.
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I am completely convinced that there are simply too few complete DNA sequences in the American gene pool! I'm subjected daily to the idiocy of the average patient. Just what part of "Nothing to eat or drink after midnight" did you not understand? Oh, you didn't think that we would cancel your surgery if you just had a little light nosh? What is a light nosh, you ask? Couple of eggs, bacon, toast, juice and coffee (two cups).
Then there are the women in maternity....holy mother of god, they're beyond stupid. For example: Even thought the doctor told me not to have sex, since I'm threatening premature labor at 24 weeks, I had to go ahead and let my boyfriend schtup me, or he'd go out with his other girlfriend. Sheesh!
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