What Would Grampa Think Now??

Before I begin this screed, I would like to say this. I believe that my parents did as best they could in raising three kids with what little they had. I don't agree with the way they did it but I do think that they still did the best they could.


When I was birthed the Doctor could not find the owners manual. Ah, but there was Doctor Spock, who probably ruined millions of mothers who could not bring up a good child. We didn't have the money to buy this book nor did we have a library card to rent the book. Otherwise, I might be writing this blog on some prison barge somewhere in the New York harbor.


But then, I digress.Young love in those days begat old superstition on child rearing. (If you said that term in my neighborhood they would be talking about the colt in the barn that kept jumping up, not that wet, smelly ectoplasm in the next room.

My father was from Mt. Pleasant, Michigan and my mother was from around Seminole, Oklahoma. He was a mature 19, she a mature 14. Dad was in the Army and I have no idea where they met but future actions led me to assume that it wasn't in church.
So sometime during this "romance" my mother got pregnant.

Grandma, back in Michigan did not approve even to the point of telling her son, "You don't have to marry her! Just come back to Michigan." My father, being strong and resolute went back to Oklahoma to elope with my mother so that no one knew until she as a more respectable 15.

My father was a strict discplinarian. My mother believed in strict discipline. My youngest brother was a snitch par excellance! And so was my sister, but she only seemed parttime, it was my brother who brought the bacon.

My parents believed on coporal punishment or at least until it became apparent that then belt wouldn't work much anymore and that was when the mental punishment started. This I endured until even after I left the nest, graduated high school and was going to college. These leave different kinds of scars.

But you know what, even during all those years of belittlment, flying belts and other tortures invented by and for parents, I know that I never once, wanted to kill my family.

Yet this, "allegedly abuse boy" in New Mexico, Cody Posey who felt he had no other options but to murder his father, he stepmother and his stepsister and then tried to hide the bodies in a pile of manure. The finally indignity. His defense? Parental abuse!

So, let me get this straight. This is a boy who claimed he was being abused. This was a boy that when he was loading the gun made sure that it did not have "snakeshot" in the chambers of the gun, only live rounds. Then he shot his stepmother, who was seen to slap him once, because she would have called 911. Then he shot his stepsister, the little snitch, because she would tell on what he did and then he shot his father. The father, it seems was the source of his anger, so, it only makes sense to kill them all.

Even more incredible he tried to interject that he father and stepmother tried to get him to have sex with the stepmother on the night before. Excuse me if I find this totatly ubserd. The Defense states that young boys do not talk about this things unless they were true. What world does this goof live on? Young boys brag about these unseemly things, making them up if they had to.

I sorry that I don't live in New Mexico and was on this jury. Oh, boy, would I have some fun. My first question to my fellow jurists would be this, if there were more people in the house at the time of the murders, would he murder them too so that they wouldn't snitch him out too. He shot his sister so she wouldn't snitch and get him caught. But he got caught anyway. Did his stepsister did for nothing?

Ta-ta tell I see you on the other side!