I love babies. I love the way they feel and smell and sound and look. I turn to mush when I see a baby, and have even learned to say in Mandarin, “Your baby is adorable,” and, “Your child is beautiful.” Alas, I was never blessed with a child but get such joy from the babies of friends and relatives. So it is incomprehensible to me that a uterus-owner like Melissa Alexander can exist and breed. I refuse to consider her a mother.

Melissa Alexander, a 26-year-old from Toronto, Canada, had a perfectly beautiful little boy, Miguel Fernandes. Beautiful… with big dark eyes and thick curly hair. Miguel Fernandes lived to the ripe age of 19 months when Melissa Alexander had a bad day in September, 2007.

File this one under “Shit You Just Can’t Make Up.”

As he drove his pickup down Main Street in Salem, Indiana, I bet Officer John Newcomb of the Seymour police department was feeling pretty good about himself around 10:30 p.m.. Not only was he the D.A.R.E. Officer and the School Resource Officer, responsible for educating children in seven area schools about drugs and alcohol and the dangers of driving while intoxicated, he was also good and drunk.

That is, right up until the moment Officer John Newcomb sideswiped a parked car and slammed his pickup into a tree in front of the home of Scott and Tina Robbins, who were just getting ready for bed:

So many stories flood the web about infants, children, our most vulnerable members of society – dead at the hands of those who are supposed to protect them.

Well, not all cases end up with the obituary of an infant or child. Sometimes the story is the beginning – the beginning of a long and treacherous downward spiral towards death.

The question is how to spot the cases that will eventually be punctuated with a death notice.

Some, like this one, are pretty easy to identify.

Say hello to Jayla Hamm. This young mother is obviously part of the new and upcoming generation. Her baby was born to her when she was undoubtedly just on the cusp of legality – fifteen going on sixteen years of age. She resides in Beatrice, Nebraska. Her little boy, at the time of “the incident” was twenty-two months old.

Neely Lejon Dinkins is a 33-year-old life long loser who has never had a plan to go anywhere in life.

His criminal record isn’t the worst there ever was; in 1998 he was convicted of a drug charge and given three years probation. Probation didn’t go very well, and soon he was serving five years in state prison for two separate violations.

In 2000, Neely Dinkins was arrested again, this time for burglary, but that charge ended up getting dropped because there wasn’t enough evidence to pin it on him. Everyone gets lucky sometimes, but he still had to sit in jail for 6 months waiting on the outcome of that case.

Robert William Pickton is, without question, the lowest, vilest form on life in Canada. He deserves to die a torturous death a thousand times over and yet he lives on, unscathed. True, he is incarcerated, but considering the nature of his crimes — the torture and murder of dozens and dozens and dozens of women (49 by his count), he cannot be punished sufficiently within the Canadian justice system.

But Robert William Pickton did not act alone. He did not live and kill in a vacuum. He had help, and inconceivably, unforgivably, outrageously that “help” has yet to face any justice at all. She will never, ever be put on trial for the incalculable harm she allowed to be perpetuated by one of Canada’s worst serial killers.

THIS MAN SWALLOWED AN ENTIRE BAG OF COCAINE
by Norman Miller/Daily News staff – The MetroWest Daily News

A Framingham (Massachusetts) teenager fought with officers Tuesday as they tried to prevent him from swallowing a bag of what appeared to be cocaine, police said.

Art Taylor, 18, swallowed the small bag but was arrested on several other charges after police pulled him over on Union Avenue at 8:35 p.m., police spokesman Lt. Ron Brandolini said.

Members of the street crimes unit patrolling Franklin Street saw a car turn onto Pearl Street without signaling. They stopped the car on nearby Union Avenue, but when they spoke to Taylor, he refused to give them his license or registration, Brandolini said.

I know sometimes as a parent I get so tired of my four year old daughter asking for food only to turn around and let it sit around and go bad. Then, an hour later, she’s asking for something else, and even though I know she can’t possibly be hungry, I give it to her out of fear of the off chance that she might actually be telling the truth.

Of course, she turns around and wastes that too. But it would have broke my heart to think that because I didn’t give her what she wanted she went hungry while she wondered why Mommy wouldn’t give her food. But I see now though that not all mommys are this concerned and loving.

I detest drunks. I won’t judge someone for drinking but I won’t hang around anyone that is drinking either. I grew up around a drunk so I like to think my very strong dislike for drunks comes from seeing it first hand and feeling like alcohol and drugs were always more important than me and my brothers were. There is something I hate more than drunks though, and that’s dumb asses that get behind the wheel while they’re drunk.

I don’t know how my brothers and I ever lived to adulthood. Our family drunk put us in the car nearly every day and drove. It had to be by the grace of God or Allah or Buddah or some deity that we never ended up in a wreck.