Demon Spawn's Mother Needs Discipline

Sometimes the shit you read is completely unbelievable. A five year old child brutally attacked his disabled grandmother while her daughter sat by and did nothing. Read on at The Dreamin' Demon, which is a crime reporting site that tells it like it is.

Here is my response, and a rather humiliating true confession.

Elder abuse is a more common problem than most people realize. This child needs one whole hell of a lot of psychological work. It sounds like he's a sociopath already. I once dealt with a child who was extremely angry and acting out after his father died, but he didn't go to these extremes. Unfortunately I was a dumb seventeen year old and my brother was a dumb thirteen year old and we overdisciplined him after he got in the middle of our homework and threw it all over, then tried to hit us. (We were babysitting for him at the time.) I swatted him hard on the butt and my brother grabbed his arm and made him go to his room. Not cool, but even with that douchebag move, we were a far cry from most of the assholes one reads about here who beat kids to near death or even to death. We got a talking to, the kid got a talking to, we understood what we'd done wrong and never did it again. I've always regretted what we did in that situation.

Seriously, in the situation you described, the one most at fault is the daughter. Who as another commenter pointed out, is probably also abusing her mother. She is as well abusing her son, if not corporally, than by neglect.

Sick Piece of Shit Marinates Cat (Cat rescued)

Why was this scumwad released? http://ping.fm/8ywX7
You can read more about Satan's uglier brother here at The Dreamin' Demon.
Here is my comment.

Wow, that fucker straight up looks like Satan's brother. Seriously, I'm glad the cat is okay. Can't believe this sicko was released, though. Animal cruelty laws are a joke. It's bad enough what is done to the animals sometimes, but torturing animals is also a red flag. It has proven out that many serial killers started their careers torturing animals.

Here is the cat, safe and sound, luckily.

Do Ten Year Olds Know Right From Wrong?

A post on the Dreamin Demon about a couple of little turds who used the excuse that they "saw it on You Tube" to torture dogs.

My response: It is true that the so called adults in this situation totally failed. But I knew people when I was growing up that were pretty much left to fend for themselves, and they never would have done this kind of thing. They "saw it on you tube" is not an excuse. I saw that horrific video on you tube where the so called soldier threw that helpless puppy off a bridge (and now he dares to cry about people hating on him.) It did not inspire me to throw a puppy off a bridge, although if this insult to the Marines was ever standing on a bridge and I knew I could get away with it, I would gladly push him off. I have also seen scantily clad females shaking their money maker on you tube. It did not inspire me to whip out a web cam, stick my ass in it, and post the results on you tube. When I was ten years old I did some naughty things (no, none of them included harming animals) such as pissing on a disliked neighbor's lawn and filling condoms with mayonnaise and sticking them on people's door knobs. However, I was aware that these activities were considered no-no's and there were consequences should I be caught. A ten year old does have the capacity to gauge right and wrong.

The Severely Mentally Ill Free in Society

User WryBread points out on a post at the Dreamin' Demon about a real cold-hearted one (wife claims he was mentally ill) that drowned his six month old infant:

Nowadays it's HARD to obtain help for the mentally ill. Just getting on a wait list is a big step forward. We need long-term residential care for the mentally ill, but Reagan ended that in the 1980s with the help of health-care "professionals" who thought that having the mentally ill living among us was going to be a happy situation. Then when you get the help, the staff sends them home without notice, changes their meds capriciously, and when the # of days on your insurance is up, home they come or they go to a much worse place.

Here is my thoughts: The majority of people with mental illness do not have to be institutionalized, but there are some that do. It is very difficult to get these individuals into a safe situation. Yeah--thanks, Ronnie! And for those that aren't dangerous, some are still unable to hold a job, and are forced to live in awful conditions. Myself, I am able to hold a job but I am marginalized. I can't pay for counseling. I just fly by the seat of my pants.

Meds are NOT One Size Fits All

In a discussion on a post at The Dreamin' Demon, we bantered about medications and why people quit taking them.

Nobigwhoopdawg says:

Not to mention that the body eventually builds a tolerance to the medications, and they have to be adjusted frequently. And even if by chance you do start feeling weird/crazy, getting in to see a shrink for an adjustment can be a hassle. I know where I live, there's one mental health center, and the last time I was in crisis mode, the wait was nine months to see a prescribing doctor, and a month and a half just to get a talk therapist. I ended up going to my regular doctor to get something to take the edge off.

Er, excuse my oversharing. I'll get a towel and clean that up.
Here is my response:

I have type II bipolar disorder. Normally I'm nowhere close to psychotic, but guess what--antidepressants make me psychotic. Not dangerously so, but I scared the bejeezus out of my son when he was thirteen and the doctor had put me on Effexor and I jumped up on the counter and started preaching. I had been misdiagnosed as having depression/anxiety until I was 38 years old because type II is sneaky--we don't get full manias. I tend to go into severe depressions so people tell me I need an antidepressant, but, no thanks. You hear my account of what Effexor did. Zoloft was like an acid trip. I literally "felt" my brain trying to claw its way out of my head. All I'm able to take is Lithium, which takes the edge off the irritability and paranoia that tends to happen during hypomanias and mixed episodes.

There used to be a wonderful fellow who lived in my town whose mission was to keep the town clean. You could see him at all hours picking up trash around the town. He was paranoid schizophrenic, but he so hated the side effects of his meds that he simply learned to live with his symptoms. Unfortunately, he was hit by a car (driven by a woman with Alzheimer's, of all things, whose meds had made her drowsy) and died. This was a couple of years back. He is missed.