You might remember my story about a 4 year old boy who was bashed to death by a bad tw*t tickler a while back. Well I have some good news and some bad news.
The good news is, now we have names. Nathan Forrest, 24, was sentenced to just 6 years in prison for bashing to death 4 year old Bailey Constable. 6 measly years. Only 2 more than what Bailey spent on this planet. That is the bad news.
His loving Nanny, Karen Chapman, fainted in her husband’s arms when the pitiful sentence was read out. A few weeks before he was killed by his egg donor’s sex toy, Bailey told his Nanny that Fugly Forrest was hurting him. She called the police, DoCS and everyone under the hot Aussie sun to try and help her grandson. Everything fell on deaf ears.
Now for Fugly Forrest, the invading sex toy who had no right whatsoever to touch Bailey. No right to even know him. There’s a couple of no-brainers about the murderous intra-vaginal parasite known as Nathan Forrest. Firstly, the night of Bailey’s murder, he was coming down off of ice (amphetamines). What a lovely person to bring around your child. A filthy violent drug addict. Secondly, he was trying to be a “father figure” and was bathing Bailey after he wet the bed. Listen, Nathan Forrest, you fuck-faced foul cum-stain. You had no right to be in Bailey’s life. You were not his real dad. You are nothing but a useless junkie and your life is worth less than nothing. Do the world a favour and let the inmates beat you to death with bars of soap. That’s the least you can do. Just lie down and DIE you foul pustulent maggot.
Now for the indifferent egg donor, known as Jessica Constable. She heard her sex toy beating Bailey. 4 loud bangs and the sex toy yelling “Stop it, Bailey, stop it”. You should have “stopped it”, you incompetent syphilitic twunt. She should have stabbed the nasty filth, took her child and ran. She wouldn’t even be charged for it. But no, all she cared about was having her c*** plugged. That she were desperate enough to have her snatch filled that she would settle for a violent and filthy fuck-up like Nathan Forrest, that she let invade your child’s home. All because she wanted a new baby-daddy and a new pet penis. Jessica Constable, the indifferent and murderous birth vessel, cried like the stupid pathetic bitch she is, during the court session. She did not weep for her little Bailey, she wept for her sex toy that was going to prison for killing Bailey. All she has now are memories of his herpes-infected dick. Because she didn’t care enough about her little boy Bailey, she probably hasn’t formed any memories of him. Well I hope someone helps her remember. By plastering photos of Bailey everywhere she goes. Playing videos of him. Drive her insane by haunting her with the images and sounds of the little boy that she let die.
Nathan Forrest and Jessica Constable lied to police and hospital staff about what happened to Bailey. Somehow in his drug-fried mind, the rotten nasty bastard thought that a violent and filthy junkie was smarter than people who had to go to uni to become doctors and police officers. Examinations of Bailey revealed that he had previous head injuries that went untreated. The judge said that given the previous head injuries, Bailey would have been particularly vulnerable and defenceless on the night that he was murdered. Nathan Forrest is a drug addled bully, who would be completely smashed if someone even resembling an adult fought him.
First night that Nathan Forrest spends in jail (after Brucie’s seen his papers and what he’s in for), he’ll have his head smashed against a wall. Now that he has a head injury that’s been left untreated, Brucie will help him bathe, just like how Nathan helped Bailey bathe. You know what that will mean? Not quite…Brucie will hit the soap out of Nathan’s hand and force him to bend over to get it. And that’s only the start of his problems that will only occur at bathtime, Nathan’s favourite time of the day. Soap beatings, soap buggery, soap in the eyes. Brucie will deal out 100x worse than what Nathan put Bailey through.
Rest in peace, little Bailey. Rise and sport on the wind, with the multitudes of angels who have gone before you.