The debate of what makes us human more than animal arises ever so often, such as in the case of a young girl who’s story I read recently. This 7 year old girl was found by CPS in Florida, suffering from willful neglect from her mother. She slept in piles of feces and bugs on an old mattress, she weighed 48 pounds, she could not speak, walk properly, chew solid food (as her mother just fed her bottles rather than teach her), and they called her a ‘feral child’. A feral child.
What is wrong with this world? How do we come back as a species, when we have degraded so far? Apathy is the greatest plague of mankind, and when it is intermingled with the second greatest plague of mankind, hypocrisy, we are doomed for devestation.
So, I ask, how does a girl, a baby girl, get to be seven years old, and can’t talk, or walk, not because of some prenatal debilitation, mind you, but out of sheer, unadulterated, willful neglect. A feral child. A feral person?
This story has become more and more common, yes, I have heard others, but not as bad. Where do you start? How do you fix this? What can we do, to make sure, this doesn’t happen again?
My first instinct was to drive to Florida and drag that lady out of her trailer park and pistol whip her in Veterans Park, in front of the crack heads. To be fair, this is always my first instinct when I hear of such heinous atrocities being perpetrated on unwitting children by selfish, pathetic parents. No child asks to be born into this mess, but if you decide to have them, then you damn well better be prepared to take care of them, and if you can’t, then give them to someone who will, or so help me, jesus christ, is it so hard, to make a fucking good decision on someone else’s behalf, who didn’t ask to be here?
People drive me mad. I no longer think pistol whipping is the only option. I believe in karma, and there are times when, well, maybe, it is, but only as a last resort. Fair enough? Now, I pray/meditate. I attempt to deflect and demolish, and disintegrate rather than perpetuate. It is a struggle, because if there is an “I”, even an illusory one, it believes these people should be publicly flogged.
I try to let it go, but it pisses me off. People and dogs, rutting mindlessly, wallowing in filth, embracing animalistic tendencies over reason. But wait, dogs do not have the capacity for reason. Snap. How embarrassing for us.
Get it together people. If you can’t afford them, don’t have them, if you don’t have an over-abundance of love and affection for humanity in general and another new human being, do not have children. Because, honestly, I am not sure how much more of this I can stand.
At least we can fix dogs. Or eat them if we get hungry. Babies? Not so easy. small bones, real fleshy.
Seriously, this world is in real need of an attitude adjustment. We either need to step up education or start putting birth control in beer, because this shit is out of control.
A seven year old, weighed 48 pounds and knew no words, out of sheer neglect. How the hell is that happening?