Post by Nutcase on Nov 19, 2010 10:58:02 GMT -5
It has been awhile since I last posted here, so I decided to grace you all with the tale of young Anna, a callow little sociopath – she's a “Damsel in Delight” - who fancies herself an expert on morality. When the peeps at Free Jinger first found her blog, they were all over her stunning ignorance of all things reality-based. She threw a hissy fit and quit the internet for a few weeks, only to come back with a bang by posting a tale of mouse torture.
You can learn a lot about a person by how she treats creatures weaker than herself - and especially those with no recourse but to suffer in silence. And what I can tell you about Anna is that she’s quite evil - by both Christian and secular standards.
A few posts later, she goes on to bemoan the evils of single motherhood and secular society, as if she should ever open her rotting trap on the subject of morality.
Oh, and here’s the best part: She plans to home-school her kids – which means we can expect a true-life story about how the Hills Have Eyes in about 20 years (assuming she can hoodwink someone into reproducing with her).
You can learn a lot about a person by how she treats creatures weaker than herself - and especially those with no recourse but to suffer in silence. And what I can tell you about Anna is that she’s quite evil - by both Christian and secular standards.
Sissy got me some of those sticky traps, and I set one by the pumpkin seed fragments in anticipation. A few days later I heard this squeaky nose across the room... sure enough, I'd gotten a little one. After I got out of bed I knelt down to be at eye-level with the mouse, and blew in his face. I think he almost had a heart attack. I'm not for animal cruelty or anything, but this little guy was fascinating! I broke a twig off of my dwarf pomegranate tree and poked him in the belly. There came from out of his mouth a type of mouse-scream. Then I stuck the twig under his nose, and after he bit it with his long teeth I flipped the whole sticky board upside down to see his response. More mousy-screams.
This went on for 20 minutes or so, and then I decided it was time to stop tormenting the mouse and start my day. I let him sit there for a good 24 hours not undisturbed. The next day I decided I would be nice and 'rescue' him. After getting some latex gloves from the barn, I carefully pulled him off the trap and put him in a large plastic container previously used for holding dried bay leaves. I don't think he liked the smell. I named him Edward, gave him some more pumpkin seeds, and let him be. Unfortunately mice don't do well in captivity, and he died the next day. And then he decomposed with the pumpkin seeds until I remembered his existence several days later.
A few posts later, she goes on to bemoan the evils of single motherhood and secular society, as if she should ever open her rotting trap on the subject of morality.
Oh, and here’s the best part: She plans to home-school her kids – which means we can expect a true-life story about how the Hills Have Eyes in about 20 years (assuming she can hoodwink someone into reproducing with her).