tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22583491.post3324566221595059265..comments2024-01-29T01:32:16.780-07:00Comments on 704 Houser Street: Cheering for MurderUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22583491.post-83309263342356440852015-06-18T18:59:50.238-06:002015-06-18T18:59:50.238-06:00I think what happened was that the killer snapped ...I think what happened was that the killer snapped years after the abuse happened. The man is going to get 5 to 10 years for murder. I get why they clapped for him. If I was on that jury I would have had to vote guilty too. I would have wanted to buy him a beer first because I get what he did. When he gets out I'd give him a shot at a job too.Res Ipsahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16433725505878267643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22583491.post-60444581936708490402015-06-18T15:31:26.233-06:002015-06-18T15:31:26.233-06:00What is sad here is feeling like he could not tell...What is sad here is feeling like he could not tell his own parents about this. On the one hand, I agree with you here. But OTOH, society has become so full of liars that I have gotten just a little cynical, and I like to hear both sides of the argument. <br /> Then I would come down on the side of the victim. Not that I would EVER excuse a deviant person, but there are two sides to every story.<br />This cop was a deviant, but he still had the right in a court of law to be heard.<br /><br />I know I am sounding wishy washy here, but I would have been happier if the kid would have tried it through the legal way first. Then go to town on the dirty cop.<br /><br />I know I would feel horrible if I found out now that one of my adult kids did not feel I was listening to them. Their view was that mom was listening too closely, and mom would gladly have confronted this cop if that had been my boy.<br /><br />So I usually found out about stuff long after it was too late to do anything about it. I would rather have that, then to have my kids feel like that young man did.Susannoreply@blogger.com