Reaction on the web of baby Gabriel's mother confessing to his murder

In a story about missing Baby Gabriel’s mom allegedly making a jailhouse murder confession: It’s almost comical if it wasn’t so disturbing, Here’s an example our society:

Cathy Vento Shaw says: “PUBLIC EXECUTION!!!! A REALITY TV SHOW ON LIVE PUBLIC EXECUTIONS!!!.. WHEN IS THIS COUNTRY GOING TO WAKE UP AND STOOP ""TOLERATING"" ALL THE WEIRDOS????”


　Cathy Vento Shaw goes on to say: “WE HAVE TO GET RID OF THE LIBERALS , PEOPLE...THEY ARE THE ONES SUPPORTING PEDOPHILES AND THEIR RIGHTS...
THEY ALSO SUPPORT NAMBLA....WHAT A SICK SICK WORLD…“

Paul Jara poetically adds: “Fry THAT BITCH on THE CHAIR!!!!.....what t...he hell is wrong with HUMANITY???... We're supposed to LOVE 1 another ...NOT KILL!!!!...specially ur OWN FLESH and BLOOD!!!...SO SAD!!!...may the ANGELS take CARE of him!!!. L“

Nice frowny face.

As I read along the thread I saw post after post that basically say “kill her”, “fry her”, and “hang her in the town square”.
　
I especially like the people who say “Kill the bitch” in the same breath as they talk about “God and angels and prayers”.. wow.. I mean wow.


It’s a good look into the eyes of a disturbed society. Take a good long look. I’m not justifying what this obviously disturbed mother did to her son, I’m just desperately trying to point out that our society has issues. here’s an idea: a...s opposed to “frying the bitch” or “creating a reality television show” to televise her execution, why not try to learn to diagnose her sickness in order to attempt to understand it? Maybe if we as a society can UNDERSTAND what makes sick people do the sick things that they do, we might have a shot to prevent these horrors.

I don’t know, perhaps I’m wrong. Maybe these posters are right. Maybe we should film her having her skin peeked off and her blood smeared over the bodies of her executioners as they dance in the light of a full moon in order to appease the gods of whatever…

I’m just saying.

The Poignancy of the Bride

I love the way that you and I
intertwine like collective vines.
Fragile moments of ephemeral bliss,
eternal echoes of a kiss.

Your every breath I anticipate,
Your every word defines my fate.
I’ve carved your image in my mind,
The heaviness of your remind.

I carry thoughts of you my love,
and lift them up to hold above.
The times I hate this worthless life,
I find solace knowing you’re my wife.