Dear parent(s). I am a predator. A monster. I have your daughter.
She came for a visit this past weekend, and she does not know your numbers, nor does she have a cell-phone. She got into my car with my daughter just after school on Friday.
On Friday night I asked: “Do you have a cell-phone number for your parents?” she responded: “No uncle, I do not even have a cell-phone.” I asked further: “Does your parents know where I live and who I am?” she responded: “No, why should they?”
These little words opened up a whole new magical world. A world where parents do not know where their kids are, and who they are with. I call this place: “Stupidville”
Now, in Stupidville I can do what I want! No decision is stupid from my side as I created this world. I can hurt people, kids more specifically and I will get away with it. If, and that is a big IF, I get caught I can just blame it on Stupidity; not mine, parents’ stupidity.
I do not have to take her back, well, if she doesn’t even know her parents’ numbers, how would she know where they lived? I can hurt her and get away with it. No one will know. Will any one in Stupidville care? No. I can get away with it.
In Stupidville, anything is possible! We can rape, maim, kill and abuse others. Why? Well, because this is Stupidville and anything goes! I make the rules.
On Saturday, my conscience started to trouble my dark heart, and I wanted to take her back, but she just wanted to have fun and not go back to Stupidville. I wonder was this decision stupid or not…
Now, dear parent(s), I doubt that you will even get this letter; as no one seems to know your address. I’ll leave it here on her body, just in case you come and visit.
** Before I get crucified, this is just a simple story to illustrate how irresponsible parents these days are. I just hope you understand what I am trying to illustrate. So please do not think that I will ever do this