You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
Peeping Toms.
They’re useless bags of flesh. They are wasted lives composed of rotting evil and fermenting crazy.
I covered a story today that got my blood boiling.
I was video taping a women’s rest room from the street, from far away, and I still felt uneasy.
I couldn’t imagine sneaking into a bathroom, and then sliding under a partition to the shower stall only to “peep” on a 12 year old girl taking a shower.
But that’s what this human garbage reportedly did.
How do I cover stories like this, you ask?
Because I want to catch this douche bag. I want him to go to county lock up so nobody else’s little girl has to shower in fear.
I want all the other inmates to know he is a peeping tom. Inmates don’t care for peeping toms. Perhaps when Peeper is caught and he is forced to keep his back to the cell wall, his head on a swivel, he’ll know fear.
According to the cops, it happened at a Nashville camp ground.
On June 14th he scared the little girl. The next night, he strikes again, this time terrorizing a 21 year old woman. He slinks under the shower door. She screams. He runs. But not before he first steals her underwear as a trophy.
What a loser.
What’s in this guy’s mind? fear? Insanity? White noise?
What’s in his soul? Bile? Draino? Emptiness?
What’s in his heart? Darkness? Evil? Confusion?
You know you live on the edge of mental instability when you muster the courage to walk into a woman’s shower stall in a public campground. Was his adrenaline racing, was he hunting, was he compelled by a dark force?
All I know is that I want to catch this guy, and publicly spank him. He needs to be humiliated, made to cry. I want to shine the bright light on him and expose him for the timid cock roach he is.
Oh we need to rehabilitate him you say? Well you go ahead and do just that, if you are so inclined to. I am not.
I want to confront him mano a mano and slap his peeping face.
So for now little cock roach man, you can hide in the shadows, tormenting a child in a shower stall. But be forewarned, we will catch you. We will plaster your face across the air waves. We will publicly castrate you and diminish whatever semblance of a normal life you might have had.
You like scaring women in showers.
You ain’t felt fear till I come a banging on your door.
Life’s Crazy™