The child should have had the shleter of an alternative high school, sometimes called adult high school. A younger friend went to an adult high achool in the Atlanta area to escape the shit he had to put up with at his regular high school. He got his diploma which would probably have been impossible had he tried to stay in his high school. I hope this poor soul's parents win so much in their lawsuit against the school system that every administrator, principal, counselor and teacher has to take a pay cut to pay the suit. In the cash-strapped system, the students will have to take over the maintenance duties from mowing the grounds to scrubbing and waxing the floors and cleaning the rest rooms and locker rooms. It would be interesting to see how much time these duties left for sports teams. We learned from the resolution of the suit brought by the former student in Wisconsin, I think it was, that the school system's insurance does not cover payouts in lawsuits when the school system is willfully negligent or similarly at fault.
I know that his sudden violent end brought his soul directly into the arms of his loving Heavenly Parent where all of the memories of the horrors of his life and death were kissed away as he was enveloped in the perfect love that let him know beyond a shadow of a doubt how precious and important he, or maybe she, is in the eyes of the Creator of the Universe and that no harm will come to him or her anymore.
Being the evil person I am,I can only hope that the murderer's anal sphincter lives on only in the memory of its horrifyingly painful destruction over a period of days, "freshly" recalled each time he soils his low quality government issue incontinent garment at which time everyone around him will remind him of his toughness when he arrived in prison, a sorry piece of humanity who killed a queer. Now he has no ability to refuse anyone who wants a decidedly looser piece of him.
Peter, Every time you foul the air with one of your smelly pronouncements of superiority, I realize that you have not a shred of human empathy. While I do not actively wish to see you in a situation where you suddenly find yourself wishing others felt a little empathy for you, I can't forget that Karma is a bitch and your cold, callous dismissal of the segments of society who, for whatever reasons, have fewer means than you do makes me think that Charles Dickens was a time traveller and used you as the model for Ebenezer Scrooge.
Speaking of Karma, those school system employees who allow bullying of weaker or otherwise different students, along with other people who went through life not feeling the pain of others might find Karma waiting for them in their advanced years when their families, if they have any, put them away in nursing homes. Sometimes in nursing homes, especially when there are no family members or caring friends to check on them, patients are abused. Sometimes they are not fed or bathed or changed; developing terrible, painful sores. Rooms can be kept too warm or too cold and blankets might be inadequate, much like the pain medication can be. Sometimes the overworked and under-educated staff lose patience with one or more patients and hit them because they can no longer defend themselves, or torture them with bath water that is either painfully hot or painfully cold. And Peter, if you think that your superiority will mean that you will not go to one of those places because all of your wealth will enable you to be cared for at home, that's where some of the worst elder abuse happens because there is no one to hear the screams when the burns and beatings take place. And don't think that your treasured possessions will be safe while you are in your house. Treasured things you might notice missing, if you are allowed out of bed, "got broken and were thrown away." Theft is easily explained away.
So Peter, even with the political views you have, a discussion of a 15 year old's murder as the culmination of years of abuse and alienation with no one taking the time to understand and comfort and help and look after this poor tormented soul, would be a place for a sympathetic word if you can find one. If you cannot bring yourself to offer a thought more in the spirit of the discussion, then remember that silence is golden and should therefore be precious to you.
Peter, the price you pay for blessings is the expectation that you will share them with others less blessed. The tax on strength is that you will use it to help those who are weaker. Anyone or anything we love is a hostage to fate and can be taken away in less than a second. I know this makes no more of an impression than a raindrop running down a piece of glass right now, but maybe these thoughts might seep into your mind when your strength, power & independence have diminished to make room for different thoughts and reflections.
