From the state that brought you Littleton and the fucked-up still-unsolved Jonbenet Ramsey case comes the latest fuck-up by the Denver police. Not only was their latest serial rapist just out of prison… for being a serial rapist, but he confessed his post-prison crimes to the police and was released from their custody due to red tape issues. He then went out and assaulted more women and young boys.
As if that wasn’t enough, some dipshit sent out all of the personal information about the two women he most recently assaulted – including their names – to a bunch of accountants “by accident.” In fact, they didn’t even know it had gotten out until the local news station brought to their attention the fact that they now had the names and details of the assault victims (this was just on the local 4 news, I can’t find an internet article yet).
Go Denver police!
And guess what I was doing this morning? Why, I was walking to work from my hotel… my, my, it occured to me halfway over there, “I wonder if they’ve caught that rapist yet?”
Ah, yes. This is why police fuck-ups matter, because when you’ve got a predator on the streets who primarily attacks women and girls and young boys, you’ve got over half the population of a city looking over their shoulders. I sometimes wonder if people fuck this shit up on purpose, just to keep everybody afraid. Fuckers.
And to top off my day, which began by me looking at the news of the missing pregnant woman and her son and thinking, “Duh. The boyfriend did it,” I returned home to find that yes, indeed, the boyfriend did it. And you know what, it actually got to me. It made me teary-eyed, that it was so bloody fucking obvious, that the person who fucking kills you is somebody who was supposed to give a shit about you.
Because a real man slaughters his girlfriend and her kid. That’s pretty fucking manly, isn’t it?
Please take your self-defense classes, my chiklits. Until guys get their shit together, about all you’ve got to rely on is yourself.
I’m just… disappointed.
