Monday Madness!

Warning: This is actually a rant and rave, stomp my feet, one fist in the air and the other on the keyboard post.

I am sick. Sick. Sick. Sick. And very, very angry.

I am tired of watching the photo of the alleged killer of a precious, innocent child flashed across my television screen. I am tired of his smug look, his flat affect, and his dark eyes.

I refuse to print his name. The media has printed it enough.

I do not want to see anyone allegedly or even remotely associated with the brutal murder of a child, in custody or not in custody, sipping champagne and eating pate.

I do not want to hear about his life, his surgery, or anything else.

I do not want to hear his name in full- first, middle and last names- as if he is some sort of celebrity.

I want to see JUSTICE. I want to see a little girl's killer put away for life- whoever that may be.

I want to see her grieving father be at peace at last.

I want to see a mother's memory honored- a mother who suffered from cancer, then lost her life to the dreadful disease before her daughter's killer was brought to justice.

I want to see our country regard children as highly as we do stray animals.

I want to see mothers and fathers, grandmothers and grandfathers finally stand up and say, "We have had enough!"

I want to hear children laughing and playing, instead of crying from fear and abuse.

I want to hear about a neighbor who did call the police, and kept calling until someone saved a child from his abusive home.

Until then, I am turning off the news.

I am going to continue to get too involved. I will keep recieving Amber Alerts on my cell phone. I will keep an eye on the predator list. I will use the strength, courage and wisdom that God gave me. I will strive each day to be the arms of Jesus, holding my own child in love, and reaching out to each and every child I meet.

God, please be with us.