In other news, this woman should be beaten.

A 2-year-old girl whose mother was in jail survived alone in an apartment for nearly three weeks on ketchup, mustard and food she found in the refrigerator and kitchen cupboards.

Why didn’t the cops go get the girl? Because mom didn’t tell them she had a daughter.

No? Not soul-searing enough? How about this: two weeks later, when the kid’s dad finally finds mom at the jail, she tells him not to worry because the kid is with a neighbor.

She should never be allowed to see her daugher ever again. Period.

Words fail me. Which is probably just as well.

There are some things in the world that defy any sort of rational explanation. Like the feeling that my hands have a mind of their own and want to choke the life force from someone everytime I read about crap like that.

Jumping Jesus on a broken pogo stick. If I were king, people like this...urg. Okay, ugly, ugly thoughts. I think I'll agree with Dave on this one and just say that words fail me.