There is an article in today’s local newspaper that reports about a man named Calvin Calton. He was arrested for domestic violence against his ex-girlfriend. They apparently got into a fight, she hit him with a frying pan (I really hope it was full of boiling grease), and he beat her until she lost consciousness, her face was cut, and HER EYE WAS KNOCKED OUT OF ITS SOCKET.
Well, he was charged with criminal domestic violence of a ‘high and aggravated nature’. During his arraignment, someone reported to the judge that she was in bad shape at the hospital. Calton denied hitting her; he said he only pushed her. Two hours after his hearing, she died, and now he will be brought up on murder charges.
Now, I realize that yes, she was in the wrong, also, because she hit him with the frying pan. (And no, the paper doesn’t say if it was hot.) But I don’t think there is EVER a cause to beat someone unconscious, and then keep doing it until their fucking eyeball comes out!
I am no big fan of the death penalty, so I don’t want to turn this into a debate about it. But I keep hearing these awful stories about ‘criminal domestic violence’. People beating the shit out of people they supposedly love, until they FUCKING DIE! How the fuck can you sit and beat a person like that? I hope they fry this bastard. In the paper, the mugshot shows Calton with a bandage on his forehead. I hope she knocked the FUCK out of you with that frying pan. And what the hell is this ‘high and aggravated nature’ bullshit? He beat her until she was unconscious, and then continued to do it. When the cops got there, he was straddling her, still hitting her. One would think that he would have continued to do it until something drastic happened. Isn’t that attempting fucking murder!??!
I know things like this, unfortunately, happen all the time. And, to be fair, if the tables were turned and she had beaten him the same way, I would suggest she get the chair, too. I just don’t understand what compels someone to beat someone they supposedly love to death. I just don’t get it.
Oh, I do know that abuse is not about love, but about power. But I still don’t get it.