At various points during the day I take advantage of modern technology by checking out the internet on my phone. I peruse stocks, the weather, sports scores, and the occasional news headline that catches my eye.
Verizon actually does a pretty good job of combining real news with stories I like, and I was quite pleased when I saw a story stating "
Boy Put In Dog Cage."
I mean, come on, you had me at Boy Put In. However that sentence ended would be a good story. Boy Put In Coffin By Mistake. Boy Put In Garbage Disposal. Boy Put In Girl's Bathroom. All great stuff. But Dog Cage? Pure gold.
The hits kept coming after that when I started reading the
actual story. I figured it would be your run-of-the-mill case of trailer park discipline. I used to live in a trailer park, and I had more than a few run ins with a dog cage. No big deal, right?
But this had so much more. It was like a Shakespearean play. Defiant boy. Evil grandmother. Spiking drinks. Feces-filled dog cages.
Yeah, apparently the kid was pissed that he wasn't allowed to go on some trip, so he began spiking the family's drinks with lamp oil and household cleaner. Initially I was confused as to why anyone would still use lamp oil, being that we're not in the 1800's, but I got over it.
I give the kid credit. Poisoning your family is a great way for revenge. But you never admit it. That was his mistake.
And that's what landed him in the dog cage. Sounds fair enough to me. He even had a small metal door to look out of. That's better than I used to get.
But apparently the "government" frowns on using sessions in a cage to punish kids.
Unluckily for the government though, I actually registered to vote today. That's right, if you can't beat the system, join it.
And the next time a bill comes around concerning putting kids in dog cages, you can bet your bottom dollar I'll be the first in line.
Unless my mom has me locked in the cage, again.
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