FATHER ANGERED BY APPROACH OF DEALER

To The Editor The Hope Standard

Re: Criminals rights and my kids.

One of the reasons Lynn and I decided to move to Hope seven short
years ago was to be able to provide some measure of a safeguard for
our children when it came to the issue of exposure to crime, nasty
illegal drugs, and the evil excuses for humanity that prey on
children. It was not that we expected to avoid any of this by moving
to Hope as such scourges are to be found everywhere in a country where
criminals have been given far more protection than children. Rather,
we expected to be able to know about such activity and be able to do
something concrete about it should it impact our children, something
that is far harder to do in a large urban centre.

Well, events of this past week have proven Lynn and I to be correct in
that rationale for moving to Hope. One of our daughters was scammed at
work by an insidiously peddler of counterfeit money and our son, while
waiting outside McDonalds with the family hound for another of his
sisters to get off work was approached and offered some really nasty
drugs by three cock roaches disguised as bike riding humans, one of
whom had his antennae covered with a bandanna.

While the sick fellow with the very bald head and prominent chin who
scammed my daughter can be best described as a new definition of the
word "warped," those three who offered my son drugs may as well chalk
up their deed as a failed drive by shooting as far as I am concerned.
To offer a kid drugs is for all intents and purposes the same as
deliberately attempting to poison that child. Our blathering elected
officials and judges may not regard the peddling of drugs to children
to be the slow motion equivalent of attempted murder but some of us
parents do. Those three devils on bicycles and all others of their ilk
who wander the streets of Hope inflicting their misery upon kids and
families have no right to be in my town as far as I am concerned. They
will find being caught by the RCMP who are sworn to uphold the blarney
passed by our dim witted politicians to be far preferable to being
caught by some fine timid fellow such as myself for Hell knoweth no
fury like a parent protecting a child. Hope is a small town. You
bicycling maggots can't hide here for long and your trip down memory
lane into the cell blocks is just a matter of time as I am eagerly
awaiting the chance to give you the tickets for that trip. On behalf
of my son and all the other children of Hope.

Terry Vickerman

Hope, BC