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Mother posts picture of her baby that died on some "in loving memory" type of site. Some dude rips it among others to post on his gore site. The following emails take place between the two of them once mom finds out.

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Quote:

From: "Mrs. Coggan" <[email protected]>
To: [email protected]
Subject: Remove my child's photo

How dare you steal my child's photograph & post it on you sick site. I am taking this matter to the police & you will be found & prosecuted. You are ignorant & have no clue to what depth my loss has taken me, how dare you mock my child's life. The only tangible proof of my child's life is his photograph. If every photo is not removed from your web site I will take immediate action to have you prosecuted to the full extent of the law. It is not hard to find out who you are. I will make sure that every parent is notified that you have photo's of our children posted with lode remarks. You will be prosecuted... Remove them at once, every last one of them...

My Reply:

My Dearest Mrs. Coggan,

As per your request, I have removed all photographic evidence of your vagina's failure to produce something capable of living from my web site. I do not do this out of compassion nor for the sake of human dignity, as such concepts are silly. I simply do it because you are completely within your legal rights to make such demands. It would in no way benefit me to take this matter to court, as such distractions are not something that my time permits. Seeing as you don't have the responsibility of taking care of a baby, you obviously have plenty of free time on your hands, so I'm sure such a crusade would actually be a pleasant distraction from your inability to get on with your life. I'll pass.

That's where your rights end, because the rest of your email is all wrong. I'll even forgive it's poor spelling and grammar (what exactly is a "lode remark" anyway?). But all your other statements are misguided displacements, and I won't let those slide. I care not for the depth of your loss. As if you're the only one to ever experience loss. As if only you have never had things go your way. As if your own petty problems somehow rise divine over those of everyone else. You are not special. Your pain is not sacred. Your plans for life didn't pan out. Get in line. Take a number. If you can't get over your loss, at least get over yourself. You claim that I mock the life of your child? What life? All 30 seconds of it? Ha! It was YOU who dressed up a piece of dead meat in a cute outfit, called it an angel, and posted it's picture on the internet. You mock the death of your own child. How could you dare to pretend offense when someone else follows your lead? Why should you have the monopoly on who gets to mock the lump of crap that was expelled from your poison womb? You chose to make it a public affair. Then, when the public reacted in a way that differed from how you wanted them to act, you get all indignant and offended. Pity me! Acknowledge my pain! Guess what? Not everyone cares, and some of us like it. Keep your grief private if you don't want people like me to enjoy themselves. I get email from all over the world- China, Australia, The Netherlands, New Zealand, Germany, Japan, Indonesia, England, Sweden, Brazil, France- heh, even Canada. People from all those countries have told me how much they enjoyed seeing your dead baby. Your dead baby made many people happy. You are a horrible, selfish woman to take that away from the world. Especially when you're the one who made it public in the first place. Your baby is not an angel. Your baby cries in hell, burning to atone for the lugubrious, self-important sins of it's unfit mother.

Speaking of mothers, I think I'll give mine a call. Just out of the blue, to tell her I love her and was thinking about her. She has told me that it's such a warm and special emotional experience for her to get a call like that from her child. Not that you'd know what that feels like. At any rate, the pictures are gone. Your baby is still dead. You win.

Love,

SICKOPATH