Thursday, August 17, 2006

Total Scum

See here - a mother plies her pre-teen son with heroin and crack. And, owing to the actions of the police (not social services, inevitably), she is now going to prison for nine years.

Frankly, may she rot in jail for as long as possible. This woman is total scum. She isn't worthy of the gift of life, let alone being responsible for the life of a child.

And don't give me any wishy-washycrap about her having a problem. Yes, she is/was/may still be for all I care a drug addict. But she chose to be a drug addict, and she chose to give drugs to her child. To be the former is stupid, to do the latter is completely evil.

"Rebecca Upton, defending, said Kelly's descent into drug abuse was triggered by the death of her partner in 1996."

Well, that's alright then, Rebecca, because everyone who loses a partner turns their kid into a junkie. Oh, wait, not they don't. Just your scumbag client. Do you feel dirty when you have to defend people like this, Rebecca?

Before then she had a promising career as a jockey and also worked regularly before developing a dependence on drugs.

Great. Fuck-a-doodle-do. She had a career before feeding her own child drugs. The fact that she failed at a career before she failed at being a mother in one of the worst ways possible makes it all OK again.

Ms Upton said Kelly felt "truly disgusted" at her actions and expressed her "utmost and sincerest remorse".

So she fucking should! What does she want? A shitting medal? She has worked out that she was sub-human scum, and feels sorry for it. Good. I hope she feels paralysed with guilt. I hope she feels suicidal with it all.

There is no excuse for this, no excuse at all. Prison is too good for this woman. Life is wasted on her.

I hope her boy stays healthy, and grows up without his mum, not remembering her or the evil things she did to him.

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At 9:49 am , Blogger Mr Eugenides said...

Death of a partner? Too bad. Shit happens in life.

The golfer Darren Clarke buried his wife yesterday; I didn't see him giving his kids smack after the funeral.

I'll possibly have a stiff valedictory drink on the day that Lady Thatcher joins the choir eternal, but that's about it.

 

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