If I ever get my hands on one of those sick bastards that poisoned our planet, I’d fix him good! He’d be screaming in soprano by the time I was finished with him! I swear to God, Anita, if there was any justice in this world, those bastards would get a little of their own back! I wish to God that those SOBs would have something happen to them so they could spend the rest of their lives in diapers like the helpless infants they’ve made of our children!”

Sara shook her head as if to dispel the evil thoughts from her head and told Howie in an informational tone, “If my little boy keeps having ‘accidents’ during the day, I won’t have any choice but to keep him in diapers twenty-four hours a day.”