By now we have all heard of the unforgiveable tragedy of Autumn Pasquale. Just over a week shy of her 13th birthday, Autumn naively, yet with innocent intent, entered the house of two teenaged brothers, thinking that they had interest in her bike. But disturbingly, they had other plans. Autumn’s family is now planning her funeral.
The brothers have been arrested after being turned in by their mother. Of course, there is speculation surrounding a mother that gave up her own children, and due to the fact that the boys are minors, there is a tremor of an uproar from the public that the boys’ names and pictures were front page of certain newspapers. Guess what, they are being charged with first degree murder, so get over it. Autumn is a minor and yet her face is broadcasted in every media outlet possible. But she’s dead. We’re supposed to protect their identity? What about hers?
Will there ever be time when I do not fear for the well being of my children? I have to worry about bullies in school, strangers in the park, drugs and alcohol, and now murdering teenagers? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph I’m warned to even second guess my own neighbors. How will we as a population ever put a stop to this? Is there even an answer, a hint of a solution?
There are people who are against capital punishment, asking who we are to play God. Well you know what; when these despicable creatures are standing at the Pearly Gates, let Him decide their fate. But while they are walking around and breathing the same air as me, I’d like to have a shot at it.