A Nice Guy

   On Monday May 16th, the father of a nine-year-old rape victim apparently stormed out of the courtroom in Newmarket, Ontario, where the case was being heard against his daughter's assailant. The 45-year-old defendant has pleaded guilty to the assault but hasn't yet been sentenced.
   Maybe the dad was losing his patience over the decision-making as to whether or not the attacker should be imprisoned indefinitely and branded a "dangerous offender". I mean, really, all he did was to use violence to end that little girl's innocence. He forcibly wrested from her the remains of her childhood and consigned her to a hell of nightmares and myriad other problems that may take a lifetime to fully expunge. How could you call a man like that dangerous? Doesn't he sound just like the kind of guy you could chat over the backyard fence with, you know the guy you could invite over for a family BBQ, so he could meet the spouse and the kids?
   Legal dithering aside, it occurs to me that perhaps the father stormed out because he was hearing anything but what he wanted to hear, namely the hour and minute of the summary execution, which is all that animal deserves.