Divorced Briton admits killing children in France
Dad: I killed my two kids
Briton cuts his son and daughter’s throats at French apartment: Father due in court after fleeing scene on roller skates
The second storey flat where the children were killed.
Divorce is a thing. It happens all over the world. Most people just pick up and carry on with their lives after their marriage falls apart. But some people can’t handle it when things don’t go their way…
Julian Stevenson (47), from Britain, killed his children Mathew (10) and Carla (5) because he couldn’t get it together and his wife and mother of his children had divorced his loser arse and rightly kept the kids away from him. He considered the visitation conditions, that the court had set out, to be “insufficient”.
On Saturday afternoon, the useless crapwad had his first unsupervised visit with Carla and Mathew in his flat in Saint-Priest, a southeast suburb of Lyon, France. Their small bodies were found shortly afterwards, both with throats slit. When their maman came to collect them, she found her ex husband looking panicked and angry, according to a neighbour. The same neighbour told police that he was in the stairwell of the block of flats, covered in blood. Now here comes the funny bit amongst all of this sadness. The neighbour reported that the killer fled…on a pair of roller skates! Obviously the roller skates didn’t take him very far, because he was found that evening in Lyon’s 8th arrondissement. He was arrested and will face French prosecutors today.
The wife divorced the dropkick in 2010 because he was violent towards her. He was an alcoholic and was unemployed. Understandably, the wife was awarded custody with the dickhead having minimal contact with the kids. Investigators are eager to find out who in their right mind would award unsupervised visits to a violent and lazy drunk.
Rest in peace Carla and Mathew. Un souffle du ciel.
I bought Smashed by Koren Zailckas earlier this year, when it was shaping up to be the Next Big Thing in the personal memoir book market. I never finished it. I got about 10 pages into it and tossed it aside. The writing had a certain beauty, but also came off as pompous and overwrought. Now, after reading some of the comments on Amazon.com, I wish I’d stuck it out, at least to grok the parental angle. One dissatisfied reader says the book is a classic case of Parents Behaving Badly:
The book bothered me mostly because the parents seemed so unaware and unworried, beginning when their daughter came home hungover at 14, later had to have her stomach pumped and even later triggered a roommate phone call voicing concern over their daughter’s drinking. I wonder how parents could ship this child off to college with a relatively unlimited bar budget. Perhaps Zailckas, who wrote the book at age 23, is not yet in a place to have enough perspective on her life and her upbringing.
The review by BlogCritics seems to confirm that Zailckas’ parents were enablers:
Relive the ’80s and ’90s as Zailckas bluffs her talented, loner way through grade school and high school, her parents concerned but also enabling (to be precise, her mother is shaming, her father indulgent).
In her acknowledgments, she thanks them for sticking with her. But in the book, they treat her abuse by socializing it: When she and a friend get hammered – and discovered – her parents don’t give her the expected lecture; rather, they order her a beer.
Yikes. Sounds like classic PBB material, no?