Hymie

From the moment I had this confounded stroke, the thing above -- whatever it's called -- has been with me. It was at the hospital with me. It has given me laughs when I didn't feel like laughing.

I call it Hymie. Which rhymes with Why me. But I have gotten much stronger. This isn't nearly as significant as rape or murder or kids starving in Africa or many other things.

But it is real, at least.

Crimes of Humanity

Give me a break. We as a society trusted this Canadian Army colonel with our lives and welfare and he repays us and the good people who defend us by killing female members of our society?

This guy obviously has problems. If his parents or parent screwed up this much through no fault or all the fault of their own, he has picked on more helpless females to get his jollies.

I don't need or want to hear why he did this. I'm sure he has some indescribable illness due to an indescribable backround. I don't care any more. He should be put to death for what he has done and this is another thing I don't get.

It's called Capital Punishment. There should be some much more severe punishment for this crime, if only for retribution for the families of those women murdered at his cowardly hand.

And I wonder what kind of parents he had. They too should pay somehow or the government should pay for a system that failed to weed this guy out and in fact promoted him within one of its own agencies.

This is more than criminal. This is heinous.