Liberal Snowflakism

It's truly a mental disease. We don't even know where to begin with this pathetic "Letter to the Editor" by a carjacking victim. She's married to a big name concrete mogul, so you can bet she has political connections all over the place. But instead of taking them to task for the special Hell they've created in high-income zip codes, she empathizes with her carjacker:

• Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a boy. Standing behind a gated service door that led to the adjacent alley, he looked slightly older than my teenage son. I noticed his eyes. Soft and innocent. He politely asked if I would open the door for him. I figured he wanted to use the restroom, going through the back entrance so as not to attract attention. I didn’t think twice.
  
  It’s called a “blink of an eye” because it happens quickly, but time can stand still in your memories. It happens in movies — that defining moment. I pushed the door open. In that blink of an eye, I knew I made a mistake. A slightly older man, hidden from view behind the boy, came bursting through the doorway.
  
  I was quickly overtaken by the pair. Throwing me up against a concrete wall, the older one grabbed hold of my neck while the boy searched my pockets for keys. I screamed. The grip tightened. I began to choke. I was only thinking about my baby in the back seat of the car. They had no idea she was there.
  
  My screaming was unrecognizable, but I was frozen in fear. The boy jumped in the car, crawled to the driver’s seat. Startled at the sight of my daughter, he looked up. “Get your baby.” I was shaking. My hands fumbled as I struggled to unlock the buckle. I just wanted to hold my sweet child. Barely escaping getting hit by the back door, I managed to pull her out of harm’s way just as he jerked the car into reverse.

This is especially aggravating:

• I spend a lot of time thinking about that boy — his baby face, his eyes. I never found out who he was, but I wonder if what happened took some of the softness in his eyes. I wonder if opening that door was the beginning of an end for him.
  
  Unlike my son and the countless boys who grow up protected and loved, I feel his future is far less certain.
  
  It’s aggravating to see the hyperbolic rhetoric about crime ravaging our city and all the tough-on-crime speeches that haven’t worked. I do appreciate police Superintendent Eddie Johnson bringing in federal agents on this matter and Mayor Rahm Emanuel pushing new legislation aimed at combating carjackings. Yet I struggle and consider this boy. Would I really want him to get a punishment that would cut him off from any opportunity or future?

Lady, you were just the victim of a violent crime. You were violated, (thankfully not too badly) battered, robbed, and almost suffered the most unspeakable of losses - that of a child - because someone wanted something that they didn't earn, had no right to, and saw you as a weak and opportunistic target.

If you're happy with the victim-lifestyle, more power to you. You can afford to give cars to anyone who decides they can overpower you for one. But to pretend to be "aggravated" with the rhetoric and then spend time making excuses for the choices made by those enabled by that very rhetoric is asinine in the extreme.