cosmina

I was in the craft store the other night picking up craft items for my crafty, homemade Christmas presents, when a (W)hiskey (T)ango woman came lumbering in literally dragging by the arm, a 4 or 5 year old little boy. For the next ten minutes or so she shrieked, bellowed and drug this little guy around the store, talking to him like he was trash, worthless. I believe she may have even used the words stupid, jerk, and kick your ass. It was after 10 pm on a Monday night. The little man should have been sweetly dreaming in his warm bed after being tucked in with kind words.

I was, I think, far too outside the situation to do much about it. But had this happened in a setting where I'd seen it a time or two before, or perhaps give some info to someone who could look into it further, you better believe...

If you go by the same house every day and see a dog, laying in the dirt, whether it's 95 degrees or 10 degrees and he's tied to a tree with a rope and he is vicious, maybe it's time to suspect something and have your local humane society nose around a bit.

Check out [MEMBER=Twwly's] latest blog entry for a jolt. Poignant and sad, sad stories. She's right though. Trust your instincts and gut feelings as to when something is amiss.

Whether it is children, people rather, or animals, please speak up.

On a lighter note, I was watching an old Californication episode last night and Hank Moody says "Computers are just four-figure wank machines."

I totally agree

Now, I shall go make macaroons.