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The Merits of Vigilante Justice
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 A Carrolton man is arrested for allegedly luring a 17-year-old Pennsylvania boy to his house via MySpace and keeping him captive for butt sex. An emergency room doctor is on trial for trying to butt-poke a 15-year-old boy. A retarded mom, dad and son have raped and killed a six-year-old boy. Legendary loony toon John Mark Karr (photo) is back in Sandy Springs and supposedly slapping his 80-something year old dad around.
With the stories of kids being raped and molested hitting the Atlanta news on a daily basis, I'm amazed to hear my dad recall that when he was as young as seven he would take the bus by himself to downtown Chattanooga to watch movies all day, and would return home untouched. When my mom was nine she would would ride the city bus to downtown Chattanooga and even transfer buses to go to Bible study on Wednesday nights -- alone! Back at home, their families could leave their doors unlocked and go on vacation for a week and return to find everything just as it had been left.
This wasn't happening because my grandparents neglected their kids or didn't watch their property. Everybody lived like this. My mom says back then there was a sense that everyone was looking out for each other, and if anyone did something unseemly, the community was there.
Let's put that another way: in the 1940's and `50's in Chattanooga, people didn't bury their heads in the sand and hope the police and courts had everything under control. People probably didn't even know what a child molester was, but if they had heard such a person was moving into their neighborhood, that person would have been swinging from a tree by midnight. No need to call the police, just a hearse.
There has to be some reason that things were so safe in 1950 and so precarious today, and I think it's less safe today because people expect someone else to take care of problems. I even see security camera videos on CNN of people being carjacked, etc., and crowds of people are standing by with their hands in their pockets! Another example: about a year ago a Wells-Fargo truck driver got whipped with his own pistol in front of a matinee audience at our local theater. Police say the theater was crowded, so they don't know who the robber was. There was a lobby full of people watching! Didn't anyone whip out a camera phone?
So if you ever see me being carjacked, mugged or molested (unless it's by Carmen Electra, then stand back and please let her finish), I'm not saying you have to blow someone's head off, but would you at least get a few shots with your camera phone? This is the only time I won't mind you putting me on You Tube. |
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Posted by Art | 8:30 AM EST |
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Killing someone
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We used to have a sense of community in this counrty, and we used to have some big, hairy balls. We've lost both in a sea of stupid Political Correctness.