Oklahoma City, Oklahoma Three yards of black fabric enshroud my computer terminal. I am mourning the passing of an old friend by the name of Common Sense.
His obituary reads as follows:
Common Sense, aka C.S., lived a long life, but died from heart failure at the brink of the millennium. No one really knows how old he was, his birth records were long ago entangled in miles and miles of bureaucratic red tape. Known affectionately to close friends as Horse Sense and Sound Thinking, he selflessly devoted himself to a life of service in homes, schools, hospitals and offices, helping folks get jobs done without a lot of fanfare, whooping and hollering.A most reliable sage, he was credited with cultivating the ability to know when to come in out of the rain, the discovery that the early bird gets the worm and how to take the bitter with the sweet. C.S. also developed sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you earn), reliable parenting strategies (the adult is in charge, not the kid) and prudent dietary plans (offset eggs and bacon with a little fiber and orange juice). C.S. was preceded in death by his wife, Discretion; one daughter, Responsibility; and one son, Reason. He is survived by two step-brothers, Half-Wit and Dim-Wit.
There’s got to be a close blood-relative of common sense out here somewhere but it’s apparent whomever it is, they don’t have internet access. If they did, the ridiculous rumors of pedophiles taking over facebook would have never started. You all know what I’m talking about: Joining the group “becoming a father or mother was the greatest gift of my life” on the social networking site was endangering your young children because the group was started by pedophiles who wanted access to your pictures. That shit shouldn’t even have to be researched, one should know just how stupid it was on every level. Joining a group or “liking” a page does not give the administrators access to you profile or your pictures. Then there was this gem: “asking people to change their profile picture to a cartoon character as a means of raising awareness about child violence is actually a scheme run by a pedophile group intended to make it more likely that children will accept their friend requests.” Believe it or not, these two ridiculous “warnings” went viral on facebook. Why? Lack of common sense was replaced by laziness. And that combination will surely find you in a whole world of fuckedupedness if you don’t wake the hell up and start thinking things through. Hindsight is 20/20 lends little comfort when you’ve stepped right into the middle of a “situation” that could have been avoided had common sense and a little research been utilized.
The names of the “victims” are being withheld from all the press releases I’ve found. If it were me, I’d be begging for that shit too. It’s one thing finding out you’re a dumbass but it’s quite another for the world to be able to put a name and face to that label. But we can learn from this particular family…learn to think things through…learn to ask questions…and learn to just say “no”.
Thinking it was harmless when her 18-year-old advertised babysitting services on Craig’s List, this mother quickly decided her daughter might not be able to handle the job offer she received.
“David” called the number placed in the advertisement and requested services for his 19-year-old autistic son, “Alex”. David explained Alex was still in diapers, drank from a bottle, and was dependent on his pacifier. With this information, a little common sense seeped through mommy’s head and she realized her 18-year-old daughter probably didn’t have much business changing the diaper of a 19-year-old. So instead of just saying, “Sorry David, my daughter isn’t qualified to care for a low functioning autistic adult”, the mother decided she could babysit him. So be it. So it was. Instead of meeting at a neutral place, or perhaps at David and Alex’s house, this forward thinking lady gave their address out to a complete internet-based stranger who had the absolute intent of utilizing their services. At 2am Alex made his first introduction to this family, standing on their front porch after getting out of the taxi, repeating “4121” (their address) over and over again with note from David stating he needed to be fed, a backpack containing his supplies: $40 for the family’s services, ointment, bottles, a pacifier, and wearing a diaper that already needed to be changed.
Alex may have been a low-functioning autistic guy but he sure knew how to invoke excitement. It was reported, every time his diaper was changed (over the course of the many evenings he spent the night at their house), he’d take off running throughout the house all buttassed nekkid. And when he was finally wrangled, this well-meaning woman would lay him down, clean off his junk like one would a baby, and Alex would thank her each time with a hard-on. Each time. I have to give props to him, autism never felt so good.
The “caregiver” reported Alex still drank formula from a bottle and always accepted that nourishment with enthusiasm and a straight face. It’s no shock, really. People with autism will gain excitement from some things and be completely unemotional about others. And let’s face it, being given a bottle doesn’t quite fulfill the erotic pleasures as getting your diaper ripped off, running around the house with your dick flapping in the air, then being taken to the ground for a little rubbin on the nubbin.
Changing time wasn’t the only thing that prompted outbursts from Alex…bedtime seemed to be an issue as well, often ending with his babysitter having to read him a bedtime story. I can only hope, even though it was explained away at the time, Alex grabbing the 18-year-old’s breast was the catalyst that led the mother to become a little more suspicious about the situation.
Let’s examine this for a moment, shall we? A guy answers a Craig’s List ad for babysitting and discusses his adult son being cared for. No one meets until this “autistic” kid shows up at their door at 2am with a note, some money, diapers, etc. David, the father, wasn’t called? This didn’t happen once or twice, it happened many times – overnights with this out of control autistic 19-year-old. And they still didn’t meet the father? Add to this Alex would always go a little nuts after he shit himself and got that diaper off and would always get sexually stimulated during this time. Me? I would have called the cops the first time this fucker appeared on my porch.
Thank goodness common sense visited the mother once more…after a period of time passed…and an investigation was launched. There was no Alex, there was no David, but there was a 4’9′ fucked-in-the-head Mark Anthony Richardson Jr, a 21-year-old sick fuck who had an “adult baby/diaper lover” sexual fetish. Uh, yeah. Okay. That’s just fucked up.
“Looking back on everything now, knowing he was not autistic while she was wiping him and cleaning him up completely disgusts her,” police reported. “She believed initially she was caring for an autistic person, but he was actually someone using her to get stimulated.”
So she was his whore? Laugh. Out. Loud. Imagine trying to do something good only to find out you’d been accepting money to get someone hard! Again, no fucking wonder she didn’t want her name printed!
Richardson was charged with a felony count of sexual battery and seven misdemeanor counts of outraging public decency. A judge this week scheduled his preliminary hearing for Jan. 5.
I think there’s a lot more to this story than what’s being reported. Why in the fuck would an adult woman continue caring for Alex/Mark without ever meeting “David”? (police believe Mark was making the calls as “David”) And surely, if this asswipe spent any amount of time at their house, they had to have known something was up a little earlier and just didn’t report it. After Richardson admitted to having women care for him for sexual gratification (he admitted to conning another woman in April) his mother stated she wants him to enter a psychiatric hospital and not go to jail. I want him as a circus sideshow. I’d pay to see a pseudo midget running amok in a shitty diaper…once.