“They’re friendly, lovable little horses — a gift from the South Carolina Lowcountry’s mysterious past.”
And this pair has been taken — stolen — by someone.
The sad fact is that there are abusers — child molesters, sex traffickers, monsters et al — hiding among us. They walk amongst us. They go shopping. They go to the library.
Everything a “normal” person does, they do too. Criminals rarely announce their rap sheets. They just go about their business, including the crimes, oft well-hidden and disguised.
I just wonder how many felonies go undiscovered. How many criminals are never caught? And of those caught, how many are charged and prosecuted? How many escape justice?
It’s very important to listen to kids, to constantly reinforce that its safe to talk about anything. That’s one of the ways to counter the disgusting pigs taking advantage.
Kids must have adults around them who they can approach. It’s the savvy, sneaky creeps who infiltrate schools and churches, wherever kids congregate that particularly must be guarded against.
The number three sounds good to me. A man is proven to have sexually abused kids, three incidents or victims, then you forfeit your manhood, before being shipped off to serve a lengthy, preferably life, sentence.
I haven’t come up with a standard for domestic abusers, those who beat up on women and kids. But something similar sounds good, such as losing an arm. You like hitting people with that fist? Then you’re gonna lose it, and go to prison for awhile too.
Call me draconian, but I have little sympathy for creeps who target children. Time to get medieval on the bad guys of the world.
However you may label them, there are way too many knuckleheads, morons, idiots, out there. I cross paths with some every day, unfortunately. The rude, the crude, the selfish, the profane.
The guy who noisily munchs on salsa and chips while watching a stupid YouTube clip on a library computer. The gentleman who repeatedly hits the table who happens to be sharing it with other, more polite, sane people. The lady who can’t stop talking on her phone despite an hour-long bus ride with passengers overhearing every detail.
Some are so drug-adled that their brains don’t function. They don’t understand that they shouldn’t be changing their clothes in public. But that’s no excuse.
Whatever happened to respect? Respecting these places so others may enjoy them after you. Respecting nature. Respecting the land. Respecting these special places. Folks who damage our national parks and those who commit vandalism should be prosecuted!
If people don’t want to practice good manners, there ain’t much we can do about it, although public shaming sometimes works. There must be consequences for bad behavior, illegal or not. If they break the law, however, then society must demand further action.
I am really sick of pickpockets and thieves. If ever you’re in the vicinity of Third & Pike in downtown Seattle, be wary of the crowds hanging about. Property crime seems to be on the increase in Seattle. So I’m doing what I can to temper the situation.
While walking to catch my bus, I noticed a group of discarded items on the sidewalk near a convenience store. It was mostly cards, what should be in someone’s wallet, not strewn about on the sidewalk. I am assuming this gentleman — whose “enhanced” state driver’s license, Library of Congress ID, NASA Goddard library card, expired National Association of Rocketry membership card, and numerous other similar-sized items were littered on a corner of the concrete — needs this stuff.
I know how frustrating it can be to lose such important and needed life essentials, particularly the state ID. The enhanced version is pretty much a passport and useful for flying.
One morning a few months back some creep sneaked (Or should it be snuck?) off with my favorite backpack, with lots of my life in it. My favorite baseball caps. My Kindle Fire. My ID. My MAST card, so I can serve alcohol to folks. My debit and ATM cards.
I found an email address for our latest victim by doing a simple Google search, and promptly sent him a message.
I have yet to hear from him. We connected and now the stack of stuff is back with the rightful owner. He’s an engineering student at the University of Washington, studying space propulsion and exploration.
He wanted to offer me something, but explained that he’s poor and broke — like everyone else. I told him it was fine. I was a college student, more than once, so I know. It’s nice seeing these items, some clearly vital, returned to where they belong.
I wish someone had done the same for me after my backpack was stolen. Who knows what happened to my ID and miscellany. Who ended up with my Kindle Fire, for instance? I’d love to know the answer to that. There must be quite a criminal underworld dealing in pilfered goods.
Criminals are driving me nuts. Drug dealing is rampant in this area, Third and Pine in downtown Seattle. There was a crackdown a few months ago. But after that passed, the weirdos and addicts and pushers returned. Not that they went far.
I just want folks to be aware, no matter where they happen to be. In Seattle. In Portland. In Berlin. In Prague. In rural Oregon. Everywhere criminals lurk, awaiting opportunities. So do your best to limit these temptations. Be vigilant. Be protective. And hopefully you won’t become a victim of crime.
The police are so overworked and understaffed that getting any significant results from property crimes are unrealistic. This shouldn’t be the case, but it is.
I’m beginning to think that Saudi Arabia may be on to something. Thieves get a hand chopped off. There certainly needs to be more deterrents for these predators. Sadly, the police, already with a full plate, aren’t motivated to take this on.
I’m so very tired of liberals and leftists, particularly foreigners, preaching about guns. In America, we have certain freedoms, so important that men such as Jefferson and Madison convinced Congress to add them to the Constitution. Ever hear of the Bill of Rights? As long as there is evil in the world, there will be evildoers who create mayhem and who murder innocents — with guns, knives, whatever is available.
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Anyway, I have not tracked it down, but I did find some great material: some quotes of Mr. Wiesenthal. So here are what I consider his best pithy notes of wisdom.
The first is on the nature of mass murder.
“What connects two thousand years of genocide? Too much power in too few hands.”
The second is about two men, giants in the history of the 20th century.
“There is no denying that Hitler and Stalin are alive today… they are waiting for us to forget, because this is what makes possible the resurrection of these two monsters.”
The third selection I found very probing, insightful. It is about Nazi Germany, though could also be applied to Soviet Russia, and other less infamous nation-states.
“We know that we are not collectively guilty, so how can we accuse any other nation, no matter what some of its people have done, of being collectively guilty?”
Lastly, Wiesenthal gives some advice on listening. I can understand not wanting to talk about life during the time of Hitler and Himmler, when so few stood up and shouted “Stop!”
“The new generation has to hear what the older generation refuses to tell it.”
I don’t know of any Nazis in the family, but I have run into many relatives refusing to talk about this or that. Of course, it only gets my curiosity revved up.
I’ll keep looking for that gem from or about Wallenberg.
Today I received a message purportedly from his second wife of the now-dead Libyan dictator Gaddafi. Like a poorly drafted essay by a procrastinating student, it is rather amusing.
Today at 5:29 PM
Hello My Dear ,
Greetings of Peace and Blessings,
I am Mrs. Safia Farkash al-Gaddafi, Wife of Late Former Prime Minister of my country Libya, Muammar Muhammad A.M.al-Gaddafi, Who was Assassinated on October 20/2011, after the death of my husband, I’m Presently here in Ghana hospital where I have been undergoing treatment for cancer of the lungs. I have since lost my ability to talk and my doctors have told me that I have only less than (3) Three months to live.
I contact you because I want your reliable and honest to enable you assist me facilitate my Investment, this was after my considerations for partnership and co-operation to Invest my money wisely and at the end of every year funds are to be distributed among charity organization and to reach to the motherless and also less privileges.
Also to reach to the Katrina Hurricane, the sick that has no body to take care of them, the poor and widows and to set up a Cancer research, while you put me in a good hospital over there in your country where I shall have a better treatment.
When I received the information from you, I will give you contact of the security company where my late husband deposited the box money $35 Million Dollar, before his death, The company will deliver it to you. I will send you the deposit certificate and my pictures.
Hope to Hear from you soon. on Private Email:( firstname.lastname@example.org )
Mrs. Safia Farkash al-Gaddafi.
Highlighting Hurricane Katrina is a good touch. The grammar and other errors, however, really need to be cleaned up, especially if any money is to made from this scam.
Should I draft a letter?
My Dear Safia . . .