Such a darling thing. Wrapped in this precious softness of pastels- pink, yellow and white duckies and encircling blue background, blissfully asleep, unaware of ensuing salvation. Oblivious to uncaring wretched parents who care not for their spawn. Undeserving custodians. Leaving this pinked cheek, moist lipped, curling eyelash, wispy golden haired child, to stinking bake, left in locked car, in scorching summer sun, while the driver shops. I walk away to the sounds of people coming and going in titanium tubes roaring away in blissful ignorance of the coming of angels down below them. His will be done.
How dare they, He or she, these shit stained mongrels from Hell, think that their luck in making this beautiful thing is the end of responsibility. They are damned and should be regarded as scabs on society. There is no justice in their creating this small blessing , only to let it languish to death. They should be punished for this travesty. The reward of a child so carelessly left like this, when so many spend sleepless nights mourning the inability to have such wishes for a child unfulfilled can be called reckless. Something needs to be done. The needs to be some atoning action. I feel the very Voice of God telling me there needs to be retribution. These parents must be accounted for to set the scales even again. I am directed. It is my commanded destiny.
I jacked the car door open and took this sweet smelling thing of rosy cheeks and silent slumber from the SUV in the Orchard Mall parking lot , and I drove away, motion lulling the child to further sleep. To O’Hare Airport. Long term parking. I looked upon the designated altar of the Lord, a 2011 Corvette. Red. Large rear window through which my parcel of divine intervention could lay in display to Heaven, reflecting the baking sun amidst automotive congregation in this asphalt sea . Through jacked open door, I laid my offering into the hands of God in that Corvette. The child began to feel discomfort that I knew would grow, so that the coroner would report resounding torture before there was a eternal peace. A torture that the biologics would feel ten-fold as aghast grief for their dammed offense. Karma. They would know the consequences of affront to God. The wages of sin is death. ‘Inevitable’ I thought as I drove home.
Presently, I am happy knowing things have been put right. The scales are balanced. There is Justice. I know this as I see her now; her name is Nancy Cardwell, damned bitch; on my TV; all crocodile tears and phony remorse, reporters asking how she feels and how horrific it all is. I remain content to know in time she will feel real pain. It will haunt her as it should. As I watch in fascination, "breaking news,” it pleases me that I have done this in the Lord’s name. Justifiable destiny- Every channel repeatedly extolls that I am but penitent servant. They use the term “twisted.” “Hah, little do they understand what has transpired.” I am calm . Divine intervention . His will has been done Amen.
Breaking news
Police discovered an unattended child left in a SUV in the Orchard Mall parking lot Tuesday afternoon at 2pm. The temperature outside was 92°, but inside the vehicle it was 115°. Sargent Tyler Tribe reported freeing the infant was a fortunate circumstance as the child would have soon perished. Mother Nancy Cardwell, in tears, reported to police she had just gone to pick up a few things and her mind was diverted in forgetting to take her child . Tribe stated that Cardwell will be charged with child endangerment and neglect. A bystander who had called the police reported that she saw a man intently looking into the car, but that he rapidly moved on when she asked what he was doing. As the SUV was discovered by police to be locked when they arrived, no further action in this regard will be taken . This makes the fourth incident of leaving a young child in a car in hot sun this summer. Police caution drivers must take care that their vehicle be vacated totally, including pets, before leaving it parked and locked on a hot day because the temperature in a closed car rises rapidly with lethal consequences
Early Tuesday evening, Ted Morgan and Ulysses Jefferson were in the O’Hare Airport Security Office’s lockeroom relating to other workers an amusing (to them) story of getting a call to investigate a complaint made by a Jerome McGinty, who, upon returning from a 2 week business seminar in Denver on Tuesday discovered a dead cat on the parcel shelf behind the seats and under the window of his red 2011 Corvette Stingray. Morgan related that the car was locked , and nothing had been stolen or otherwise vandalized. They said McGinty old them he had never owned a cat and would have seen if one had entered his car either at home when he left, or when he got put at the Airport two weeks ago, so he had no idea how it got there. When asked if he wanted to file a report, McGinty told them “no,” being anxious to get home. Ted and Ulysses were also at shifts end and didn’t want to stay over filling out what they knew would be loads of copious paperwork, so they took out and disposed of the cat and let McGinty go on his way. They laughed that it had to be a long ride home for McGinty with the windows open to rid his car of that awful stench ! The entire matter was forgotten in a few days
Thursday morning residents of the 3000 block of Old Glenview Road in Wilmette found the utility poles and trees in their neighborhood plastered with small posters offering reward for information or sighting of a (pictured) cat “Snuggles,” a mottled tan Abyssinian cat owned by Saundra Stein who lived on that street. The animal had disappeared sometime after Late Tuesday afternoon. Miss Stein was perplexed as Snuggles rarely left his repose on her front porch enjoying a sunny spot. She didn’t realize that she would never again see Snuggles.
-Jerry Wendt 2019
