Learning Lessons the Hard Way
So I wake up this morning to discover some thieving bastard burgled my home last night. While I was in bed. While my girls were in bed. While my son was in bed. And while my super awesome dog lay fast asleep on the couch!
Unfortunately, I didn’t lock my door when I went to bed. My bad. Does that mean it’s my fault?
Like hell is it?
I may have made it easier for the thieving gits to get in, but nobody has the right to come into my home and take my property, regardless of whether the door is open, closed, locked or not.
Frankly, I’m more than a little pissed right now. Not just at the gits who broke into my home last night. But at the whole bloody world we seem to be living in. A world where folks have no respect for other folks. And where the bloody do-gooders are more worried about protecting the human rights of the criminals than they are with protecting the rights of the victims.
Props to the two lovely coppers who came out to see me after the event. And to the lovely lady from down the street who found my purse and promptly rang me to return it.
I would like to leave a message here to the morons who did it. But alas, they probably wouldn’t read it and I would hate for the rest of you to realise just how low down and dirty I can really get when the need arises. So I’ll content myself with passing the message on in person when I catch up with them.