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On Thursday, around 4 to 4:30, there was a shoplifter that was caught trying to steal a cell phone from the store to which I am unfortunately employed. She was detained until the police could get there and around 4:50ish she was escorted from the store by an Indian River cop. (Finally, someone with a backbone was there to not let the fucking cunt go with a slap on their wrist. W00-fuckin-00t!)

The sad part about it was that this mother had a child with her, and apparently some male companion. That’s the part that saddens me. I was almost tempted to pull out my SLVR and snap a picture of this cunt.

For posterity and for humiliation. (I was seriously thinking of creating what would be a cross between “The Letterman List” and the “FBI’s 10 Most Wanted” thing to post here. Not that I believe anyone would read such a thing, but public flogging and humiliation has its uses.)

But then I saw the child. Crying. The man — who I assume was the child’s father — was there too, trying to console the little kid. I would say she was between 6 to 9 years of age, roughly 3 to 4 ft.

And that pissed me off more than anything. So I didn’t take the fucking picture.

Think about it, though… How does a kid respect their parent if said parent spits in the face of law and common decency? Really? How?

And that’s emblematic of what’s wrong with this FUBARed country, the lack of parenting.

Speaking of which, what the fuck is with the shoes with the rollers? What? You let your kids buy those things? It’s bad enough that there’s an obesity problem and a problem with apathetic lethargy in this country… what, now you want to encourage it? Don’t bother blaming the shoe manufacturers either. They’re just making this shit because you consume it; remember “supply and demand”?

And then you fuckin’ parents will sue the shoe maufacturer. The lawsuit will not be because of their product, but because you were incompetent and didn’t have the backbone to say “No” to your goddamned kid — a fuckhead that you unfortunately created who wanted to be on the “in crowd” and be a cookie-cutter person like every jabroni in the Western world. Just remember when your fuckup splits their head open after they lost their balance, you are ultimately responsible for the consequences — not the company. So say we all.