This past Saturday I drove 9 hours (one way) to confront and yell at the family rapist.

Had him and the rest of my family texting and calling frantically, telling me not to. That I was destroying the family, that I'd never see my cousins again, that I'd be arrested, that there would be a sheriffs deputy waiting to take me to jail if I showed up at the pedophiles house.

But on the way up I just happened to listen to an NPR story about the murders in Castle Rock Colorado and how police refused to enforce a restraining order that resulted in the murder of three children, and then the subsequent trial that ended up with the supreme court saying that "cops have no duty to enforce a restraining order." and then the story of Joe Lozito, the subway hero who sued the police dept. for failing to protect him and his fellow passengers from a knife-wielding spree killer they were on that train, specifically to look for. That case resulted in the supreme court saying that "the police have no duty to protect you."

So with that information, I decided that it was unlikely that 1. a pedophile rapist would call the police for help because his victim was coming to yell at him, and 2. that a cop, even if called, would show up at all.

I yelled at that bitch while he sat in his mansion for 20 minutes at the top of my lungs. His new neighbors must have some thoughts 😊