From Sky News: A man has been found guilty of negligent homicide with regard to the death of a 23-month-old toddler, Brandon Muir, in March last year, in Dundee.
The child was left in the care of this man, this Robert Cunningham, while his mother went to the shops. When she returned the child was feeling unwell and it later emerged that he had received a punch to the stomach so severe that his intestine had been ruptured.
What did they do, these heroin-addled pieces of sub-human scum while the child vomited in the corner? They did nothing. They just got on with their stash while the child petered out.
That night they took the toddler to a party. To a fucking party. While they fixed their addictions the child's plight went unnoticed, and it wasn't until the next day that they finally sought medical attention but it was too late to save him.
It later emerged that he had injuries accrued over three weeks - the length of time his whore of a mother had been living with Cunningham - and the autopsy revealed 'cuts and bruises on his head, shoulder blades, abdomen, back, hands and abrasions on the inside of his eye.'
There really is no punishment suitable for these people, for this man who saw a young life to its death after only 23 months. I don't have imagination enough.
Of course, Cunningham wasn't convicted of murder. Instead it was the lesser charge, the aforementioned negligent homicide. He'll be sentenced later but expect it to be no more than five years before he's walking around the streets of Scotland again, looking for drug money and children to torture.
So inevitable, so very, very sad.