Another Night of Crackheads
April 10th 2008
Greetings my Dear Readers,
Tuesday night was another one for the books. Another night marked with violence and bloodshed thanks to our local drugged out weapon wielding crackheads and meth heads. This time around one of my co-workers suffered minor injuries but was released from the hospital shortly after. Again we got lucky, no serious injuries and no one died.
What many Normal people consider to be wild and unusual events are sadly just a normal day in my world. The saddest part of this is, my world is about the care and protection of children. A life that has pulled me into the darkest corners of human existance. My mission in this world is simple: to ensure the happiness and security of our youngest citizens... our very future... our children. A task seemingly simple to the rational mind. But not as simple as most would think, often those that need the most help are those that slip through the cracks, the children of adult garbage. The children caught in the trap poverty thanks to worthless and lazy parents who live on the welfare system and immerse themselves and their children into a life of sex, drugs, crime, violence and countless untold horrors.
For many of these "pillers" of the community the children are simply unwanted bi-products of seedy life styles, or intensionally brought into this world with the sole purpose of serving as a meal ticket to ensure that they are not cut off social assistance. In fact on several occassions I've over heard these special people discuss their welfare checks and then openly discussing plans to purposely get pregnant again just so they can get more money. I've even had the mispleasure of seeing one of these "Award Winning Parents" point out her children to a friend and dead seriously say: "That one is my car payment, That one is my rent, that one..."
I have over the years known many good people who have fallen down on their luck and ended up on the welfare system for a short time, then worked their butts off to rise back up and get off the system. I have nothing but respect for people who work hard to improve life for themselves and their children, but I have nothing but contempt for those that purposely milk the system and willingly subject their children to life styles that endanger or compromise them. This is the garbage that litters our streets. The garbage that will never see an once of mercy from me. As I said in a previous post, The world becomes a better place everytime a drug addict dies.
And don't worry, I'm not completely cold hearted, when ever one of these "Special" people die, I will pay my respects... With a standing ovation, thanking them for finally doing the right thing and taking themselves out of this world.
Everytime an addict dies, our children are just that much safer!
Until next time,
D.
Greetings my Dear Readers,
Tuesday night was another one for the books. Another night marked with violence and bloodshed thanks to our local drugged out weapon wielding crackheads and meth heads. This time around one of my co-workers suffered minor injuries but was released from the hospital shortly after. Again we got lucky, no serious injuries and no one died.
What many Normal people consider to be wild and unusual events are sadly just a normal day in my world. The saddest part of this is, my world is about the care and protection of children. A life that has pulled me into the darkest corners of human existance. My mission in this world is simple: to ensure the happiness and security of our youngest citizens... our very future... our children. A task seemingly simple to the rational mind. But not as simple as most would think, often those that need the most help are those that slip through the cracks, the children of adult garbage. The children caught in the trap poverty thanks to worthless and lazy parents who live on the welfare system and immerse themselves and their children into a life of sex, drugs, crime, violence and countless untold horrors.
For many of these "pillers" of the community the children are simply unwanted bi-products of seedy life styles, or intensionally brought into this world with the sole purpose of serving as a meal ticket to ensure that they are not cut off social assistance. In fact on several occassions I've over heard these special people discuss their welfare checks and then openly discussing plans to purposely get pregnant again just so they can get more money. I've even had the mispleasure of seeing one of these "Award Winning Parents" point out her children to a friend and dead seriously say: "That one is my car payment, That one is my rent, that one..."
I have over the years known many good people who have fallen down on their luck and ended up on the welfare system for a short time, then worked their butts off to rise back up and get off the system. I have nothing but respect for people who work hard to improve life for themselves and their children, but I have nothing but contempt for those that purposely milk the system and willingly subject their children to life styles that endanger or compromise them. This is the garbage that litters our streets. The garbage that will never see an once of mercy from me. As I said in a previous post, The world becomes a better place everytime a drug addict dies.
And don't worry, I'm not completely cold hearted, when ever one of these "Special" people die, I will pay my respects... With a standing ovation, thanking them for finally doing the right thing and taking themselves out of this world.
Everytime an addict dies, our children are just that much safer!
Until next time,
D.
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