I’d like to introduce y’all to Kenneth Lee Pierott.
Mr. Pierott is, as we say here at The LawDog Files, a critter.
In 1996, Mr. Pierott walked into the bed-room of his sister, who was completely bedridden due to cerebral palsy, and beat her head to a pulp with a heavy metal dumb-bell.
His explanation for this was that he was God, and during his on-going fight with the Devil was forced to bludgeon his sister to death because she had been corrupted by evil relatives.
He also admitted to smoking ‘wet’ — for those of you less than current on slang terms associated with recreational pharmaceutical use ‘wet’ is the street name for marijuana cigarettes soaked in embalming fluid.
Baked brain-cells aside, Mr. Pierott was diagnosed as being paranoid-schizophrenic.
At his 1998 trial, Mr. Pierrot was acquitted of the murder by being found — wait for it — Not Guilty By Reason of Insanity.
Thus, in July of 1998, Mr. Pierott was sent to the Vernon State Hospital for post-trial evaluation.
In August, he was transferred to the Rusk State Hospital for treatment.
Again, sound familiar? To quote from that link:
“George Parnham, Yates’ lead defense attorney, said he wants her transferred to Rusk Hospital, about 165 miles north of Houston, as soon as possible.”
Mr. Pierott arrives at the Rusk State Hospital, and begins to undergo treatment.
Three months later:
“It is the opinion of the patient’s attending physician that continued in-patient treatment is no longer needed,”
— former Rusk State Hospital Superintendent Harold R. Parrish Jr. wrote at the time, speaking of Kenneth Lee Pierott.
“He has reached maximum hospital benefit,”
–Rusk physician Harry Thompson, Oct. 12, 1998, at the judicial medical examination of Kenneth Lee Pierott
Mr. Kenneth Lee Pierott, being an innocent person (remember, he was found ‘Not Guilty’) is punted out of Rusk State Hospital and into an out-reach program.
In April of 2004, Mr. Pierott stuffed his girlfriend’s five year old son into the oven, turned the oven thermostat as high as it would go, and went to bed.
The child died of asphyxiation — whether he was suffocated prior to be crammed into the oven, or whether he was still alive, but suffocated by the oven gas because the pilot light wasn’t functional is a moot point — and was found by the mother of the child at breakfast the next morning.
Let me aim this one squarely at the Main Stream Media:
Do not stand there and tell me that Andrea Yates “will likely be committed for the rest of her life”, because I know better, so quit peeing on my leg and telling me that it’s raining.
Do not stand there and tell me that Andrea Yates is going to a place “not much better than prison”, because I know better, so quit peeing on my leg and telling me that it’s raining.
And do not stand there and tell me that Andrea Yates is “just as much a victim as the children”, because I sodding well know better.
Andrea Yates may, or may not, be a victim, but until someone that she loves and trusts as much as a six-month old baby loves and trusts her mother puts Andrea Yates face down in a bath-tub, until someone terrorizes and betrays her on a basic primal level, until she struggles helplessly as fouled water enters her lungs, Andrea Yates is NOT “as much a victim” as those children.
Andrea Yates woke up above ground this morning. Her children wake up … well, they won’t, will they? Ever.
Andrea Yates will have the oportunity to attend “patient cook-outs” as part of her treatment. What BBQ’s are her children going to attend?
Andrea Yates gets to breath air. The last thing her children took into their lungs was water stained with their own terror, and the terror of their siblings.
SO DON’T F***ING TELL ME THAT ANDREA YATES IS “AS MUCH A VICTIM AS HER CHILDREN”!
It isn’t rain. I know it isn’t rain. Everyone else knows it isn’t rain. Stop trying to convince me differently.