By James Donahue

Oct. 1, 2005

We watched something incredible in our neighborhood the other day. We caught a young lad not much older than 16 in an act of vandalism on our property. When We attempted to approach the boy’s father to talk about it, the man refused to come out of the house.

The young vandal met me at the door. I asked to speak to his father.

The youth walked from the front porch into the house and was gone about five minutes. Talking could be heard in the background. When he returned he said his father was not going to come to the door. I asked why and the answer was that he was asleep.

“Go wake him up,” I demanded.

“No,” he said.

“Either you wake him and bring him to the door, or I will call the police and they will make him come to the door,” I said. I thought the threat would bring some action. I had no desire or intention to get the police involved in this petty act.

I told the youth my feelings. I said I thought this was something we could get straightened out among ourselves and that all I wanted to do was to discuss it with his father.

The boy said he would (or could) not get either his father or his mother to come to the door to speak with me. I said I would have no choice then but to contact the police.

“Go for it,” he said with a smirk.

Suddenly I was left without a choice. I called the police.  While sitting in my front yard waiting for their arrival, I watched in dismay as this boy’s parents suddenly darted out of their the house, got in their car and drive off, leaving the boy alone to deal with what was about to happen.

I found it difficult to believe any parent would do such a thing. Yet there it was, right before my eyes.

Now this man is a professor in a nearby university. He is supposed to be a well-respected pillar in our community. Yet he did not have the courage to face either me, or a local police officer after his boy got involved in a petty act of vandalism.

Had the man faced me, my plan was to simply tell him what happened, and ask him to deal with it in whatever way he saw fit. I had no intention of getting the police involved. To me, it wasn’t that big an issue. I felt a young man’s reputation in the community was more important than giving him a police record.

Thanks to the father’s cowardliness, the matter now has gone on a police log. The next time this young man commits a criminal act, and with parents like that I believe a more serious criminal act will occur, he will be remembered. The district judge, who also lives in our neighborhood, may not deal lightly when the youth comes before his bench.

After seeing the behavior of these people, I think I agree with our son, Aaron C. Donahue. There is something seriously wrong with the human race. The angelic possession is causing people to behave in strange and nonsensical ways.

The old way of life I once knew seems to be gone. I now live in a world of strangers that do not belong in the places where I prefer to tread.

If we can’t bring about an awakening soon, perhaps it is best that all of mankind gets flushed. This “professor,” who may be influencing not only his own son, but the minds of hundreds of students at the university, should be among the first to go.

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