Dear Mark Lunsford,

Thanks for not crawling into a fetal position or beer can after the savage kidnapping and murder of your daughter. Your daily presence in the media spotlight is a reminder of your suffering and the evil that has that has brough it upon you. You remind me of the real terrorists, the predators that walk among us. You remind me of their free range, their access. You remind me to keep it locked and cocked.

The recent news that the confession of Jessica's killer, John Couey, might not be admitted as evidence in his trial is sickening. Moreover, he molested your daughter in a trailer with others at home, only feet away! They claim to know nothing! Bullshit. They know and they must be prosecuted. If they are not arrested, let's solve the problem. I've got a good charge in my screwgun and I'll blot those bastards in while you firebomb the place. Maybe not. Burning their foul skin off with ignited gasoline is too good for them.

Or better yet, why don't you request that the ineffective justice system and prosecutor just release the guy. I'll meet you in front of the prison and I'll hold him down why you plant a hatchet in his skull. If they aren't going to take care of us, society and our children, we can do it ourselves and do it much more effectively. Would you consider wearing a clown suit?

The constant attacks, abductions, assaults on children are making me insane. A normally peaceful harlequin is turning into a vessle of malice, and it is time to clean the big top.

Keep changing that hat, and say "shit" a lot to Nancy Grace.


Your pal,

Schmootzie