Babies Are Not For Trash Cans
San Diego, California (KGTV) — Police are investigating after a 5-month-old baby boy was found in a San Diego trash can.
According to police, the baby was found on the 862 Cardiff Street near the Jamacha area in southeastern San Diego Wednesday afternoon and rushed to the hospital.
Detectives are currently speaking with the child’s parents. Police have not named any suspects at this time.
Family members told police that the baby had been sleeping and may have fallen out of bed into the trash can...
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Look I’ve written a fair number of blogs that I never thought I’d write and it looks like this is going to be one of them. First of all, amazing news that this baby is still alive. Can we just agree that if babies are not for trash cans? Obviously there are certain organizations in place for you if you feel like you can’t raise your kid, so I If you insist on physically discarding your baby, go ahead and wrap it up in a blanket and leave it on a sweet old couple's porch like people have done since the beginning of time. Why fix what ain't broke! Why switch it up at this point? Babies aren’t trash, they’re babies.
I don’t even understand the family’s argument, the baby fell in the trash? How the fuck did the baby do that? Where is the baby sleeping that it can so easily fall in the trash? Also, there’s not nearly enough detail on what trash can the baby was found in. Was the baby found in the inside trash can that sleep-fell into? Or was it found in an outside trash can? If the baby was found in an outside trash can, then how did it get outside? Was it discarded with the rest of the inside trash? You people have got to keep better track of what you’re throwing out! We’ve got people separating the clear plastics from the muddy plastics from the glossy plastics from the hard plastics, and you guys are just tossing babies out! That’s just careless.
Tangent, my mom once tried to teach me a lesson about lying, because apparently I was a childhood-liar. She told me that I was found in a basket on my parents front porch, and even though I was their kid, they had always loved me like I was. That fucking broke me; I just started sobbing on the spot and mom said, “See, that’s why you don’t lie”. But hey, if you did end up in a basket on somebody’s porch, at least you didn’t end up in the trash.
