You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
Cemetery Vandals.
I just talked to a mother who is beside herself with grief.
“Who could do this?,” she mutters aloud.
She went to visit her deceased babies at the city cemetery. That’s when she found that someone, for some reason, stole little hearts and teddy bears and destroyed solar lights from the grave sites.
That is nauseating.
It’s stomach bile surging into my windpipe.
It’s blood boiling contempt for stupid acts of worthlessness.
I am Jack’s balled fist of rage.
Desecrating a child’s tombstone is so vile, so disgusting, there should be a special section in the jail for this level of criminal.
When caught, I would place this vandal in a tiger cage right below the men’s urinal.
I’d make sure that every evil bastard in the place knew what he was charged with.
Then I’d hand out baseball bats and nun chucks and turn out the lights.
There’s nothing like the finality of jailhouse justice.
No Mercy. No Peace.
It would be like Wack A Mole in the dark.
And in the end, the lifeless lump of flesh could be poured into a jailhouse dumpster and trucked off to the landfill.
There’s a lot of things a miscreant can do in this life.
They can skip through poison oak naked. They can floss with barbed wire. They can use Listerine as eye wash.
Nobody cares.
But steal decorations off a baby’s grave? Wars have been fought for less.
The mother held back tears as she told me that the decorations are special for her and for her deceased children.
“It’s all I have left,” she tells me.
I promise her that I will tell her story and hopefully generate leads for the police.
There is a $500 reward.
If caught, the miscreant, mutant, losers will be charged with a misdemeanor.
That’s a hand slap for a human infraction that is absurd.
It makes me wonder why we don’t bring back the stockade in the town square.
Whoever did this should be forced to sit in the hot sun and the soaking rain and have school kids throw tomatoes at their head.
The miscreant that did this should be forced to cut the grass at the cemetery with a toe nail clipper.
I am a rational man, but I have run out of pity for fools and life jesters.
Better hope the cops find you before the angry mob does.
A urinal jail is too good for you.
Life’s Crazy™