http://lostcamera.blogspot.com/2006/02/camera-unlost-but-not-quite-found.html

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This story made me want to strangle someone...particularly some breeder-cow. There are so many things in that tale that piss me off. First of all, just because the damn kid found the camera doesn't automatically make it his new toy. The camera, according to the real owner, was very expensive - it's not something that should be in the hands of some little snotpicker.

The whole "finders, keepers" thing is some dumb-shit nonsense that kids learn from who-knows-where, but it does not apply to the valuable possessions of adults, especially when the adult makes it clear that the item in question belongs to them and asks for it back.

Second of all, the fucking breeder is setting an example that is as far from positive as can possibly be - she's basically telling her kid that it's okay to take something that belongs to someone else. The bitch knows damn well that the camera belongs to someone else, but "she can't bear to take it away from her little Shittums because he has diabetes and it's his good-luck charm".

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She should have no fucking trouble taking the thing from the kid because it's not his to begin with, and the owner has laid claim to it. Also, who gives a damn if the brat has diabetes? Is that a justifiable excuse to steal? What happens when the little hellcat gets caught shoplifting? Will Moomie stick up for him, saying that "it wasn't his fault because he has diabetes?"

It's fucking bullshit - the kid is a diabetic, not a kleptomaniac. His mother (nor the kid) has no grounds to say that a physical condition should be Bratley's excuse to keep someone else's possession. I'm going to go shoplift in CVS and say that I should be able to get away with it because I have a urinary tract infection.

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Now comes pissed-off rant, part two: The owner of the camera realizes that the bitch-Moo isn't going to be returning the camera, so they try to at least make some sort of compromise. The owner asks to have the thieving cow send back the memory cards to the camera and $50, and just end it there. The owner gives Moomie their address, and gets a box two weeks later. In the box is a CD with the owner's photographs on it.

The bitch decided to keep the memory cards too because "Snotleigh needs the memory cards to make the camera work". These fucking selfish assholes mooched a digital camera and all its accessories off an innocent person, and then the fucking cunt-cow has the nerve to make it sound like her brat is the victim because he's a helpless, innocent, sweet, diseased little shit loaf.

You have to love this...when the owner calls the Moo back, asking why she did not send the memory cards, the bitch replies with, "You're lucky we sent you your pictures - most people wouldn't even do that much". What a bitch! Man, if I was the owner of that camera, I would be sending that bint envelopes of anthrax.

At the very least, perhaps the owner can try to retrieve the camera - after all, she has the CD of pictures as proof of the theft. I hope that selfish bitch gets some drastic come-uppance - maybe her little shit loaf will wander out in the road to take pictures and he'll get run over.