One of my husband’s childhood friends was murdered a few days ago. I met her once but I don’t remember her, but I vaguely remember some other family members. She used to go to Sunday School with Mr. Carmichael, though. They would play in her treehouse and make mud pies. She had rabbits, too.
The rumors are that it was drug related; she owed someone money. Chances are this is true.
What they did to her was unspeakable. There’s not even going to be a funeral, they pretty much can’t have one.
It doesn’t help that I’m PMSing and haven’t slept well lately, but I can’t quit thinking about her mother. How can anybody live after something like this? Will they ever sleep again?
I don’t like drugs, dammit. I don’t touch them and I don’t hang out with people who do. But I fail to see why keeping them illegal is helping society.
It seems to me all we’re doing is keeping drug dealers rich while punishing the addicts.
Why can’t we just legalize everything, put these subhuman monsters out of business and let people make their own decisions? If someone is stupid enough to OD, let them. I’d rather see someone OD by their own hand than killed by thugs over money.
The feds have the case now, thank God, because I really don’t think the local cops have the brains (or integrity) to hunt these SOB’s down. And now that it’s federal, that means WV’s lack of a death penalty is a non-issue. Yayy, federal law.
How many people have to die before the government realizes that THIS ISN’T WORKING?!