Justice for a Little Girl

I'm a cynic. I recognize that the world's a hard place to be and a harder place in which to last. I wish it were not so, but I recognize it as it is. But sometimes I think the world is getting tougher every day. It's getting to the point, though, that even cynical geezers get choked up with the incomprehensible brutality this world sometimes inflicts on its creatures.

Tonight, I read a piece on the CNN website about the body of a 2 or 3 year old girl, in a plastic box, that washed up on an island in Galveston Bay. The medical examiner said she had been dead for about two weeks; from what they can tell so far, her death was related to her fractured skull. I've never had kids. But I cannot fathom, in the darkest corners of my mind, how someone could kill a child like that. It's inhuman. It's horrifying and wretched and miserable and makes me think there's something fundamentally wrong with humans that would allow such a thing to happen. Here is a composite sketch of the little girl. May the bastard who killed her be found, quickly, and may whatever justice this country still has to deliver be given to the little girl's killer: