All A Mine

When my extremely possessive son was smaller he used to get irritated with me when others asked "Do you have kids?", I would answer "yes" and to the natural follow up "how many?" I'll forever answer "They're all mine". He understands now why I've said this and how important it is to me that everyone feel this way to some extent.
Whenever you, as an adult, are in the proximity of a child, the physical welfare of that child is shared by you whether you like it or not. If there is a circumstance of imminent peril or even a perception of potential threat, it is upon you and other responsible adults to back up the biologically attached adult so long as that adult is not the aforementioned threat. I do not fawn and coo over the ill tempered snotty little viral pygmies every time one enters a room, but I am consistently aware of their presence and whether they're being kept track of. The world has so many dangers now that can damage so quickly aside from potential human threat and it's upon us to always be prepared to assist.

On the matter of human threat, I am no whiner when it comes to corporal punishment when fairly administered and I am the furthest thing from a volunteer babysitter on the planet, but thrust evil upon a defenseless little one in my presence and all will understand the full malice of a Scot's blood fury. I am not holy, in my overt love for the least of these my brethren. One may not even know I care about the puss caked wee little piss bombs, but kidnap, molest, brutalize, or attempt to kill an innocent near me and if I am at all able, it will take the miracles of Moses to mend your broken bones.

I write this in response to a CNN article concerning the kidnap and torture of a six year old boy in Falujah Iraq by Islamic extremists. The boy was the son of a policeman who had the potential authority to release other terrorists, on threat to his sons life. This incredibly strong willed man refused to release murderers back into the streets, knowing full well his son would likely die. Rather than kill the boy, these psychopathic degenerates in the name of Allah spent the next two years ruthlessly torturing a six year old boy, the horrible likes of which are difficult to comprehend. The boy was ultimately saved but told how these grown men laughed as they pulled out his tiny fingernails and teeth, broke both his arms with a shovel, and drove nails into his legs for sport. A SIX YEAR OLD BOY! I am at this juncture of life not capable of physically resolving what must be done to eradicate this filth from our planet, but I damn well cheer the forces that must end such demonic fervor. I am quite certain now that a just and merciful Allah will vomit this ever increasing offshoot tribe of pestilence into the mother of all Muslim Hells.

-Hermit King-
originally published 08/09

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