Minions, every once in a while I'll rant about douchewaffles, twatwaffles, and complete fucking jackasses I encounter, but this takes the fucking cake one fucking idiot and wins the Fucked Up Parent Award in my book!
I hate the news because it's fucking depressing as Hell, but this caught my eye and as a parent I am screaming at my computer "What the fuck was he thinking?!?" Seriously! Now I have rode a few motorcycles in my time, some as a kid and some as an adult, but never would I think, nor would any sane mother fucking person, put a one-year-old baby between the handle bars and themselves! A child that age can't even hold on for piggy back rides well, what the Hell was this "father" thinking? On top of that, he was going over the 10 MPH limit set in their complex! Was he actively trying to kill himself and his child? Was this just a lapse of judgment on his part? Was he drunk and not thinking clearly? Seriously!
I know the boys mother is in Hell right now morning the death of her baby boy, and I do feel bad for her. No parent should have to go through that. Ever. But where was she when this was going on? Did she allow the guy to do this? Was she at work and had no idea? If she didn't know, then I feel even worse for her. How the fuck ever, if she knew this was going on and didn't fucking try to stop this shit, she's just as much to blame as the father.
As for Douche-bag Dad, he may feel guilty about this, but he's the fucking moron who did this shit and put his son's life in danger and it cost a little boy his life! That's something you just don't do as a parent! You spend your every waking moment protecting your kids! You do everything in your power to keep them safe! I hope he's haunted every fucking day with the image of his son's last moments alive. I hope he lives in fucking torment knowing he killed his son. And I hope they press charges against him and put him in prison for reckless endangerment and vehicular homicide! On top of that, I hope every fucking person in the prison he's in finds out what he did and throws him a blanket party!
Am I pissed off? Damn right I am! And it's not even my child or a relative! Imagine what the fuck I would do and say if it were? If Xic ever pulled a stunt like that, he would hope he died from injuries because I would be his worst fucking nightmare and he knows it. I swear, fucking people need a licence to have kids!
I hope the mother of this boy didn't know that the dad was doing this. I really do. Because if she knew, she should be charged with reckless endangerment and an accessory to homicide and deserves the same fucking treatment as the dad. If they manage to work a deal and get a slap on the wrist sentence, they better hope I never meet them or see them walking in my town, because I will beat the shit out of them and torture them for days before ending their life in a slow and painful way. Again, I'm not even related to this baby and I have these feelings. I get this way with every report I hear about a child being abused or killed.
If you don't agree with me, that's fine. That's your right. But this is my blog and I'll voice my opinion and thoughts about whatever I want. Don't expect an apology from me, either.
I'm done for now. I'm going to give Nyx and Nox their bath now and hug them extra tight tonight before they push me, proceed to tackle me from behind, and use me as their personal tree to climb. And I'll love every second of it even though I'll complain at the time.
~Hekate
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Thursday, August 9, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Prison, Past Life, and Peeping Tom's
Today was another one of those days. Well, not so many of the WTF moments, but enough to make me say "Really?"
The morning started normal enough with us making plans to head to the local mall for CC, Nyx, and Nox to spend the day with SIL and BIL while Xic and I watched The Dark Knight Rises. Oh yeah!
When the movie was over we meet back up with everyone to find out that Nyx pissed all over her clothes and a bag while SIL was changing her. LMAO She hasn't done that since she was a month old! So SIL bought her a new outfit and all was well. They really like BIL since he's tall enough to put them on a slide. Yep, Nyx even said "Up" while reaching up to BIL. That's a first for her. Well played, Nyx. Well played.
Since they had been awake for almost 8 1/2 hours, we decided we'd let them take a nap before heading to dinner at Olive Garden. Guess who had to wake them up from their nap? Yep. This is where things go bad. Complete meltdowns begin. At least getting in the car was easy. They seemed to cheer up for a while.
For once, the GPS took us right to the spot we wanted to go. No problems at all. Even traffic was working in our favor. We get to OG, get seated pretty quick, and get our order in. Awesome! Food gets to the table, Nyx and Nox both like calamari. Hell yeah, they do! Nox starts sneaking it off the plate thinking no one saw and stuffs three in her mouth at a time. They get a cheese pizza and Nyx stuffs 12 cut bites in her mouth and looks like a chipmunk. I say "Nyx, were you a prisoner in a past life?" to which BIL says "She's carbo loading!" LMAO Classic. Nyx then decides to spit some out and a piece falls on the floor. Xic picks it up and eats it. 5 second rule, right? SIL chimes in "Xic, why even wash your hands if you're just going to eat off the floor?" Score one for SIL.
Time to leave. Why is their so much traffic at 7:40 pm? Because there's a concert tonight and it's in our town. Xic is nice enough to let a semi merge in front of us and gets a wave. Aw, how sweet. Then came the "Are you fucking serious?" moment. Some twatwaffle wannabe gangster bitch decides she's going to speed up and try to cut in front of us! Fuck twitchy face and clinched fists, this bitch gets the full on "FUCK YOU! Yeah! You, fuck head! Walmart's open 24 fucking 7 bitch!" I hope you miss that all precious sale you wanted to make. Asshole.
Okay, on to Safeway to get food and stuff for tomorrow's BBQ. We get there and I need to hit the little Goth's room. I get in and start to do my business when Crackhead Christi walks in with her 6-7 year-old son. This kid starts looking in my stall at me. WTF! "I hope you're getting an eye full, kid!" Yeah, I said it. Crackhead pipes in "Don't look in there, you don't know where her nasty ass has been!" Bitch, are you for real? "That's rich coming for a crackhead." Like I said, no filter. "You don't know me, cunt!" Bitch, you're lucky I'm still pissing or I'd have beat your ass. "I can see enough of your scars, scabs, and sores to know all I need to know about you and call it like it is, bitch!" Here's a fucking thought, keep your kid close to you and stop letting him get away with playing Peeking Tom and you won't get called out on it. Again, lucky you that I'm still on the fucking pot or I'd be fucking your world up, kid or no kid.
Now the day's done and it's time to relax. I hope you're laughing. I wasn't at the time, but going back and reading this trying to find all my errors and spelling mistakes (thanks dyslexia) I'm laugh my fucking arse off.
~Hekate
The morning started normal enough with us making plans to head to the local mall for CC, Nyx, and Nox to spend the day with SIL and BIL while Xic and I watched The Dark Knight Rises. Oh yeah!
When the movie was over we meet back up with everyone to find out that Nyx pissed all over her clothes and a bag while SIL was changing her. LMAO She hasn't done that since she was a month old! So SIL bought her a new outfit and all was well. They really like BIL since he's tall enough to put them on a slide. Yep, Nyx even said "Up" while reaching up to BIL. That's a first for her. Well played, Nyx. Well played.
Since they had been awake for almost 8 1/2 hours, we decided we'd let them take a nap before heading to dinner at Olive Garden. Guess who had to wake them up from their nap? Yep. This is where things go bad. Complete meltdowns begin. At least getting in the car was easy. They seemed to cheer up for a while.
For once, the GPS took us right to the spot we wanted to go. No problems at all. Even traffic was working in our favor. We get to OG, get seated pretty quick, and get our order in. Awesome! Food gets to the table, Nyx and Nox both like calamari. Hell yeah, they do! Nox starts sneaking it off the plate thinking no one saw and stuffs three in her mouth at a time. They get a cheese pizza and Nyx stuffs 12 cut bites in her mouth and looks like a chipmunk. I say "Nyx, were you a prisoner in a past life?" to which BIL says "She's carbo loading!" LMAO Classic. Nyx then decides to spit some out and a piece falls on the floor. Xic picks it up and eats it. 5 second rule, right? SIL chimes in "Xic, why even wash your hands if you're just going to eat off the floor?" Score one for SIL.
Time to leave. Why is their so much traffic at 7:40 pm? Because there's a concert tonight and it's in our town. Xic is nice enough to let a semi merge in front of us and gets a wave. Aw, how sweet. Then came the "Are you fucking serious?" moment. Some twatwaffle wannabe gangster bitch decides she's going to speed up and try to cut in front of us! Fuck twitchy face and clinched fists, this bitch gets the full on "FUCK YOU! Yeah! You, fuck head! Walmart's open 24 fucking 7 bitch!" I hope you miss that all precious sale you wanted to make. Asshole.
Okay, on to Safeway to get food and stuff for tomorrow's BBQ. We get there and I need to hit the little Goth's room. I get in and start to do my business when Crackhead Christi walks in with her 6-7 year-old son. This kid starts looking in my stall at me. WTF! "I hope you're getting an eye full, kid!" Yeah, I said it. Crackhead pipes in "Don't look in there, you don't know where her nasty ass has been!" Bitch, are you for real? "That's rich coming for a crackhead." Like I said, no filter. "You don't know me, cunt!" Bitch, you're lucky I'm still pissing or I'd have beat your ass. "I can see enough of your scars, scabs, and sores to know all I need to know about you and call it like it is, bitch!" Here's a fucking thought, keep your kid close to you and stop letting him get away with playing Peeking Tom and you won't get called out on it. Again, lucky you that I'm still on the fucking pot or I'd be fucking your world up, kid or no kid.
Now the day's done and it's time to relax. I hope you're laughing. I wasn't at the time, but going back and reading this trying to find all my errors and spelling mistakes (thanks dyslexia) I'm laugh my fucking arse off.
~Hekate
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