Friday, March 4, 2011

Minor Abuse, Major Fucktardness

What were you doing at 11?

By 11, I mean age-wise, not time-wise.

At 11, I was in standard 5. I had just begun to grow out of my tomboyish ways and accept that it was not the wisest thing to do to climb trees while wearing a pinafore. I came home from school every day, and sat in a corner reading the latest offerings from the book rental shop. I would then get yelled at for reading when the latest offerings from my sadistic school teachers still lay unattended. I had dinner, I watched TV. I had a normal childhood.

Dhanalakshmi, from Tamil Nadu, was 11. At 11, she succumbed to injuries sustained from torture at the hands of her employer. Torture injuries include multiple burns and a fucking HAEMORRHAGE in one eye. She was in a frickin coma when her useless SOB employer (who is a lawyer, btw) took her to the hospital. What kind of sick animal beats the crap out of an 11-year-old girl? Come to think of it, what kind of person hires an 11-year-old to work? There are child labour laws in place, LAWYER.


All I can say is, there's a special place in hell for you. And I hope that you get haemorrhaged eyes everyday there.

3 comments:

k0k s3n w4i said...

the human animal's capacity for evil always gives me chills. when the friendly cafeteria auntie in my college and her son who studies in australia was arrested earlier last year for the protracted abuse and murder of the their indonesian maid, i was shook out of the illusion that everyone is basically good. monsters walk amongst us. we don't recognise them because they look just like us.

May Lee said...

ergh. i generally float through life thinking that everybody is good and trustworthy. it's always a shock to find out that i'm wrong. monsters SHOULD look different, dammit. then we won't get conned so easily!

Liz ^^, said...

OMG. that is sick. Not to an 11-year-old !!! T.T