I am sickened, repulsed, revolted, angry and just plain stunned at what happened to that 3-yr-old boy, Marcus, in Cincinnati. In case you don't know, his foster parents locked him in a closet for a couple of days so they could go to a family reunion with their (yes, THEIR) girlfriend. Not that there's anything wrong with the two of them sharing a girlfriend...unless, of course, you are a threesome of sicko fucking murderers. Pardon my french...but I am really really appalled and SO SO SO SO SO SO very sad for that little boy (who was mentally disabled, BTW) and his experience being locked in a closet in the dark all alone and hungry. Forget that he died, that was his relief. What I am concerned about is what was going through his head. And worse, what was going through the heads of those assholes who did this. They locked him in the closet, came home three days later to find him dead, took his body to a field, and burned him. And prior to moving in with these monsters, he was tossed away by his loser mother. You don't even see sick shit like this in the movies!
I need to go paint and think happy thoughts. Like, "Hey, guess what? I was right about John Mark Karr!! Who knew??"