rated R for four-letter words.

i went to a seminar on child sexual abuse today. that's some sad shit. and i do mean shit. there's no beating around the bush with this one.

to think. kids are born everyday...born without even a chance to live a happy, easy, simple life. fucking mother fuckers. this is when vigilante justice seems so honest. someone needs to murder those sons of bitches.

this one hits sort of close to home, as they say. i've seen the suffering, the absolute torment and anguish generated from this despicable, disgusting, horrifying abuse, and all i can see in my mind is myself holding a gun to some bastard's skull and making him beg for his life while i slit his arms and legs, cut for cut to match.

if that seems violent and carried-away to you, you haven't loved someone who's been on the receiving end of sexual abuse.

but let's not talk about it. it's uncomfortable. death is more comfortable than sexual abuse. saying, "my dad dropped dead of a heart attack," is way easier to hear than, "i know a CHILD who was molested by a family member for YEARS." don't talk about it, because it's gross and embarrassing and what if it's not true, then some innocent, sweet, kindly uncle might be accused of dastardly acts he never committed.

i'm fucking angry. i'm pissed. something needs to be done! i believe in God's final judgment, i do. but what if it's not enough?

they're children. they're beautiful and simple and life is not supposed to feel that way. stop being so fucking uncomfortable and see reality. face reality. it fucking sucks, but something can be done. and my absolute, unbendable heroes are the ones who are out there fighting the battle against sexual abuse.

[Jer 31:15] A VOICE WAS HEARD IN RAMAH,WEEPING AND GREAT MOURNING,RACHEL WEEPING FOR HER CHILDREN..