I was listening to the radio on the way home from the store when this story came on. I was fuming by the end and still am. There is a woman in the Seattle area. She used to have three kids. A baby, a kid a bit over one year old, and one two and a half. She and the babies' father are not living together. When he didn't hear from her for quite a long time, he went over to where she lived.
He found her passed out drunk on the couch with over 330 beer cans tossed around a filthy room. Two of the children, the younger two, were dead of malnutrition and neglect. The third was barely alive and may be brain damaged.
Today the prosecutor announced that she's unfit to stand trial and dropped all charges. She will go to the state funny farm for a year or two, then more likely than not will be released to carry on her life, a thing she denied two of her three children. Whatever happened to personal responsibility? She chose to drink like that. She chose to not feed or care for those children. Yet she walks. If she wanted to drink herself to death she could at least have seen to it that the children were safe. She chose not to, and chose to let them die.
To say I'm really angry is putting it mildly.
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