Fuelled

Folks, I am angry with mob mentality and bloodlust, and I am spouting off here.
If you are easily offended, might want to sit this one out.
Charmaine, use your best judgement.

I am sick to death of sanctimonious sons of bitches. Allow me to explain: Jim Leyritz drove while intoxicated, and while his license was suspended. He ran a red light, and struck another vehicle. The driver of the other car, Fredia Ann Veitch, a mother of two children, was killed.

There's a lot of people out there in the blogosphere preaching. Her name was Fredia Ann Veitch. If you are going to preach to me, you sanctimonious sons of bitches, at least do grant her the decency of identification. She had a name. Fredia Ann Veitch. Don't pontificate as though you know something special, something priviledged because you are expressing your opinion: Jim drove drunk and caused an accident in which Fredia, a person whom he knew and was friends with, died. You do her injustice when you do not name her. She died.

Fredia lies dead.
Jim's life is destroyed.
Those of you out there who call for Jim's head on a platter, what does it matter? Should I be impressed by your sanctimonious anger at his transgression? His life is destroyed by his terrible choice. Do not say, nay, do not think that I am condoning Jim's poor decision. The man has a history of alcohol induced poor decisions, and this last one cost someone, a friend of his no less, Fredia Ann Veitch, a mother of two, her life. Jim will pay according to the penal system, and rightly so. Castigating Jim won't bring her back. Castigating Jim does not make you knowing or powerful in my eyes. No, you are just another pathetic band-waggoning loser, homes, and
you can chupo mi huevos, you sanctimonious, pathetic wretch. Why don't you go bugger a dai-oni, homes? Fucking wankers.

Fredia is dead.
Jim is destroyed.
Stop trying to make a name for yourself through slander.
We're on to your games, pathetico.
Go suck on a ruger, motherfuckers;
hope you catch the perfect sturm.
Fuck off and die.