Several months back, I had taken Mother back to her apartment in Pensacola and was headed Eastbound back to Destin on Highway 98, the "Scenic Gulf Highway."
It's a nice drive, with now and then beautiful glimpses of the Gulf as you drive through Gulf Breeze, Navarre, and Ft. Walton Beach.
Highway 98 is a nice road... two lanes in either direction with nice left turn lanes at intersections, and a wide grassy median between the lanes.
Early afternoon, and traffic is moderate. I scan several cars ahead and notice one I can't immediately identify. That's not out of the ordinary in these parts... It's not unusual to see the odd exotic auto on this road. I speed up to overtake and have a look, only to find it's not exotic at all, it's a Chrysler 300C, but customized with special dark blue paint, special wheels, and tires.
Across the trunk lid, written tastefully in a color barely distinguishable from the base color of the car, is the phrase "SeriousBluePits.com"
Meant nothin' to me.
At the next stoplight I pull alongside and glance at the occupants. Behind the wheel is a beautiful woman... fitting perfectly in this beautiful car. In the passenger seat, slumped "gangsta" style so he's not easily seen, is a guy.
Neither looks my way.
First thing I do when I get home is boot up the laptop, and find this site, which I shrugged off until recent news of Michael Vick emerged.
I'm an animal lover.
With most dogs you pretty much know what you're gonna get up front... unlike people, they telegraph their feelings to you. And unless they are mistreated or bred for aggression, most dogs will return unconditional love for a few moments of your time... a little attention.
Cockfighting, Dog fighting, and cruelty to animals of all sorts is on the front page most days.
Folks that mistreat animals are more likely to abuse people.
What a sick society we live in. This problem has been brewing for YEARS.
How did we get here, and what do we have to do fix the problem?