Oh, How I Love You….

Officers from Mid-City Precinct responded to Sweet Friend of Jesus Hospital for a domestic-violence victim that had been beaten two days ago by her husband.   He had used a two-foot-long board with exposed nails to repeatedly strike the victim, resulting in significant puncture wounds and associated trauma.  In an unrelated incident, officers from South-City Precinct responded to a burglary call at the home of the above-mentioned domestic-violence suspect’s mother who made statements that her son had put his wife in the hospital in a domestic-violence-related incident. South-City Precinct officers confirmed with Mid-City Precinct officers that there was probable cause to arrest the suspect, and conducted follow up at an address provided by the suspect’s mother.  The suspect was contacted, a fight ensued, and the suspect was eventually tased by arresting officers.  He was booked on felony domestic-violence charges and resisting arrest.  Night detectives were called and followed-up with search warrants, etc.

Oh, how I love you, let me count the ways…. 

We joke sometimes, maybe not so jokingly, that sometimes people just need to be beaten…some people and in some circumstances…they simply need it, deserve it, have it coming, or whatever…but I cannot imagine the rage and stupidity and non-thinking that would compel a person/man to grab a board with nails poking out of it and use it to assault his wife…his wife…not a prostitute that just robbed him, not a person he just caught breaking into his truck or house, not a person who he just learned molested his daughter, not a person who tortured his cat…but his wife…

Do you, Mr. Domestic-Violence Suspect, take Miss Domestic-Violence Victim, to be your wedded wife to live together in marriage?  Do you promise to love, comfort, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her so long as you both shall live?  And if things go badly, do you think you might take a board to her when she’s out of line or if you’ve had too much to drink and your favorite team loses again?

Well shit-damn…the things people do….

 

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