Your errant child is probably NOT a good kid...
Scott Peterson's mother takes the witness stand today to try and convince the California jury that they need to give her son life in prison, instead of doing what needs to be done: frog-marching him out the back of the courthouse, kneeling him down, and administering a .45 caliber dose of justice to the back of his head.
To aid her in her plea, no doubt Mrs. Peterson will bring along pictures of Scott as a toddler, Scott in his first jammies, Scott in his Little League uniform, and probably a stack of letters from friends, neighbors and teachers about what a "Good Kid" Scott Peterson is.
Here's the truth, Mrs. Peterson. That kid's long-gone. He hasn't existed for years, if he ever did. The "perfect child" only lives on in your memories. Your son warped into a sociopathic killer, a person willing to murder a pregnant woman to escape the upcoming shackles of fatherhood and suburban domesticity.
For what it's worth, it's probably not your fault, Mrs. Peterson. No doubt you did your best to raise him well, but somewhere along the way, some cranial wires got crossed, and he decided that it was perfectly OK to kill his wife and unborn son. That person, and the child you dandled on your knee, aren't the same individual. You need to get on that acceptance train soon, ma'am, 'cause your kid ain't long for this world.
Mothers have a habit of seeing their kids through rose-colored Perma-lenses. They'll always see their kids in the best light possible, and you'll always be their little treasure, no matter how much you hack and slash at the apron strings. God knows my own mother turns a blind eye towards my shortcomings, on the 2% of the time she's not berating me for those same faults. I'm 36 years old, but at family get-togethers I still catch Mom gazing at me and saying "You were such a beautiful baby!" Dad or one of his 3 brothers is always quick to quip "Yeah, he was! What the hell happened???"
Think about it, though... how many times have you witnessed some kid pull some boneheaded stunt, only to have the first reaction from the mother be "Not MY Child!!" They flat out deny the kid would ever do such a thing. Even in the face of videotaped evidence, I've seen parents refuse to own up to things their children have done. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, it seems.
I've seen too much of this aberrant mother-behavior up close and personal to cut the moms any slack. My cousin "Harry" has been a nasty pill since he was 6 years old. He and his younger brother were spoiled children, the product of an indulgent mother who thought the sun rose and set on them. As "Harry" got older, he started stealing from family members, taking & selling drugs and breaking into houses. He pulled his younger brother into these activities as well. My aunt's reaction? It was a "conspiracy by the police out to get him". The first time he got seriously busted, on drug & weapons charges, her response was to try to send him to live with relatives in another state until it all blew over. My aunt ain't all that bright, I suppose. Those sneaky felony warrants tend to track you across state lines, and people who aid & abet tend to get busted too.
After a slam-dunk conviction and a lengthy stint in a juvenile boot camp, I thought "Harry" had seen the error of his ways, and was ready to settle down. He was with a steady girlfriend, had a good job, was getting back into Junior College, and seemed very sincere about straightening up. Then he gets popped driving to Victoria, TX with a trunkload of cocaine.
Of course, to hear my aunt, it was an ongoing witchhunt now involving the Texas D.P.S. troopers, Jackson County Sheriffs, and their local cops. Oh, and he was tricked into driving the car solo by some bad people pretending to be his friends. He didn't know what was in the trunk! He's my sweet innocent baby!!
The truth is, my cousin's a thug wanna-be. Always has been. He was a shitty little kid, an obnoxious pre-adolescent, and a sullen teenager. Now, as a little blonde 20 year old convict, he's someone's prize bitch in the State Pen. But that's not his fault, either, I guess.
My father's standard reply for years to hearing "He/She's such a good kid!" was to reply: "Too bad there's no market for baby goats these days."
True enough, Dad. Turns out the market's flooded with the damn things. Nothing but stanky-ass little goats, as far as the eye can see.
To aid her in her plea, no doubt Mrs. Peterson will bring along pictures of Scott as a toddler, Scott in his first jammies, Scott in his Little League uniform, and probably a stack of letters from friends, neighbors and teachers about what a "Good Kid" Scott Peterson is.
Here's the truth, Mrs. Peterson. That kid's long-gone. He hasn't existed for years, if he ever did. The "perfect child" only lives on in your memories. Your son warped into a sociopathic killer, a person willing to murder a pregnant woman to escape the upcoming shackles of fatherhood and suburban domesticity.
For what it's worth, it's probably not your fault, Mrs. Peterson. No doubt you did your best to raise him well, but somewhere along the way, some cranial wires got crossed, and he decided that it was perfectly OK to kill his wife and unborn son. That person, and the child you dandled on your knee, aren't the same individual. You need to get on that acceptance train soon, ma'am, 'cause your kid ain't long for this world.
Mothers have a habit of seeing their kids through rose-colored Perma-lenses. They'll always see their kids in the best light possible, and you'll always be their little treasure, no matter how much you hack and slash at the apron strings. God knows my own mother turns a blind eye towards my shortcomings, on the 2% of the time she's not berating me for those same faults. I'm 36 years old, but at family get-togethers I still catch Mom gazing at me and saying "You were such a beautiful baby!" Dad or one of his 3 brothers is always quick to quip "Yeah, he was! What the hell happened???"
Think about it, though... how many times have you witnessed some kid pull some boneheaded stunt, only to have the first reaction from the mother be "Not MY Child!!" They flat out deny the kid would ever do such a thing. Even in the face of videotaped evidence, I've seen parents refuse to own up to things their children have done. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, it seems.
I've seen too much of this aberrant mother-behavior up close and personal to cut the moms any slack. My cousin "Harry" has been a nasty pill since he was 6 years old. He and his younger brother were spoiled children, the product of an indulgent mother who thought the sun rose and set on them. As "Harry" got older, he started stealing from family members, taking & selling drugs and breaking into houses. He pulled his younger brother into these activities as well. My aunt's reaction? It was a "conspiracy by the police out to get him". The first time he got seriously busted, on drug & weapons charges, her response was to try to send him to live with relatives in another state until it all blew over. My aunt ain't all that bright, I suppose. Those sneaky felony warrants tend to track you across state lines, and people who aid & abet tend to get busted too.
After a slam-dunk conviction and a lengthy stint in a juvenile boot camp, I thought "Harry" had seen the error of his ways, and was ready to settle down. He was with a steady girlfriend, had a good job, was getting back into Junior College, and seemed very sincere about straightening up. Then he gets popped driving to Victoria, TX with a trunkload of cocaine.
Of course, to hear my aunt, it was an ongoing witchhunt now involving the Texas D.P.S. troopers, Jackson County Sheriffs, and their local cops. Oh, and he was tricked into driving the car solo by some bad people pretending to be his friends. He didn't know what was in the trunk! He's my sweet innocent baby!!
The truth is, my cousin's a thug wanna-be. Always has been. He was a shitty little kid, an obnoxious pre-adolescent, and a sullen teenager. Now, as a little blonde 20 year old convict, he's someone's prize bitch in the State Pen. But that's not his fault, either, I guess.
My father's standard reply for years to hearing "He/She's such a good kid!" was to reply: "Too bad there's no market for baby goats these days."
True enough, Dad. Turns out the market's flooded with the damn things. Nothing but stanky-ass little goats, as far as the eye can see.
posted by El Capitan | 11:07 AM
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