In Name Only
Via Mr Muldoon in the comments, a grimly educational tale from the Windy City:
Ah, a quality human being. Would make a mother proud.
But wait, there’s more.
Injuries including nine broken ribs and two fractured vertebrae. Still, at least an offer of help.
And then two more participants joined the drama.
Valuables, lest there be doubt. Things that could be taken.
Always an indicator of good intentions.
Mr Nelson and his charming lady friend were later apprehended, following some indignant yelling of profanity, and both were charged with unlawful vehicular invasion, burglary, and unlawful possession of credit cards.
However,
At which point, I’m going to share the words pit and hot concrete for no reason whatsoever.
As illustrated here many times, there are people, generally of a progressive leaning, who struggle to conceive of just how degenerate the degenerate can be. People who somehow remain clueless – one might say wilfully impervious – to the psychology and motives in play, as expressed, often vividly, by the criminals themselves.
And yet, there are creatures walking among us, in significant numbers, for whom the words human being would be a merely technical term and inaptly flattering.
By all means consider this an open thread.
I’m getting really sick of leniency.
I’ve previously mentioned the evening, on an unlit country road, when the Other Half and I hit a drunk walking obliviously in the middle of the road.
What lingers in the mind, shortly after taking the chap to hospital – other than learning from one of the admin staff that he was known to them and had been in several similar accidents – occurred during our reporting of the accident to the police. We were told that we’d “done the right thing” and that “not everyone would.”
I remember being taken aback and trying to imagine hitting someone with a car and just leaving them, with a broken arm, sprawled at the side of the road. As if that were a thing one might do.
And before you ask, no, it didn’t occur to me to start rummaging through his pockets for stuff we could steal while he was dazed and in shock.