This week's Sphincter Mouse was a no brainer as soon as I came across the story of Judith Leekin and her eleven adopted children. For over 20 years, Judith Leekin (aka Judith Johnson) has adopted children and held them captive in her home so she could collect child welfare payments. To maximize her profits from taxpayer dollars, she gave the children as little care as she possibly could and still keep them alive. It is estimated that Judith amassed upwards of $2 million in that period of time—this bitch made nearly $100,000 a year torturing adopted kids.
All the children listed in the arrest warrant, three females and two males, were black. There are six victims unaccounted for in the warrant. According to the Digital Journal, there were four more children not listed in the warrant that were discovered in the house. Two others, an 18 year old female and a 19 year old male, were found outside the home. The 19 year old male was a homeless man living three hours from the house.
The abuses the adopted children suffered in this case are downright heinous. They were tied up with zip ties almost daily (as evidenced by the scars on their wrists), connected to each other, and locked in a small hallway. According the victims, they were often threatened with torture and death and were so afraid to move that they would urinate on themselves throughout the day. They would sleep on a tile floor with one sheet and no covers. These kids were never sent to school and never saw a doctor. Each of the kids had, at most, a 4th grade equivalent education level.
The anguish these kids must have endured throughout their childhood is simply unthinkable. It's baffling that this could occur for over 20 years without anybody catching on. The Department of Children and Families (DCF) did conduct an investigation in 1999, but Judith simply moved from New York to Port St. Lucie, Florida and the DCF dropped the case.
The victims in this story will never recover from the abuses Judith Leekin subjected them to. Judith, you are quite possibly the most detestable person I have ever heard of. If there is a Hell, you will spend eternity searing in it. If there isn't a Hell, then one will be created specifically for you and your sidekick(s). That's right, there may be more than one person involved in this case; it's hard to fathom that a single 62 year-old, no matter how butch, can handle this scheme solo. The warrant claims that multiple vehicles were involved in her flight from Port St. Lucie to Sanford, FL before her arrest. The police are still investigating.
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Any one of Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan, Britney Spears, et al was just as likely to end up as this week's Sphincter Mouse. I hate them all. My loathing of these overexposed hacks does not even begin to compare with the amount of hatred I have for idiots like Michael Vick. However, I have to pick one Sphincter Mouse a week and no one else really did anything this week that I found all that appalling. Sure there was the usual assortment of disgusting crimes and douches doing douchey things, but nothing out of the ordinary. I had my eye on the Alaska Senator Ted Stevens, since the FBI raided his house, but so far that has been nothing but some sleazy real estate deals. Ultimately, I just picked the first name that popped into my head when I think of a Sphincter Mouse other than Michael Vick, which was Britney Spears. Britney was the choice from the list of drugged-up, rich, celebrity, club-tramps because it wasn't too long ago that I actually liked her (she was close to Top 10 material) and was one of the few guys who actually found her music tolerable. Sure it was girly, heartless, prefabricated horseshit, but the same can be said about the merchandise at IKEA, and I kinda like shopping there.
Since she ditched that wannabe, Kevin Federline, Britney has turned into a complete sideshow act to the music industry; worthless to anyone but tabloid writers looking to fill space on empty pages—or internet writers in desperate need of a Sphincter Mouse. Let's examine her meltdown over the past year. In November 2006, she flashed her grotesque crotch to photographers while hanging out with that useless skank Paris Hilton. Since then, Spears has checked into a drug rehab facility and left after only a day, flashed photographers, tried to obliterate a photographer's car with an umbrella, flashed some more photographers, drove with her baby on her lap, flashed even more photographers, and then tried to get her one-year old baby's teeth cosmetically whitened.
Britney Spears moments before the flash.
Lynne Spears, Britney's gravy-training mother claims, “It's sad that the whole world had to watch her make mistakes that all of us have made at one time or another.” Well Britney's mom, you're almost right. I have had the misfortune of hearing about every single fuck-up your daughter has had since she was 16 years old ad nauseum. And, yes, it does make me sad to think that all that time hearing about said fuck-ups probably adds up to four hours of my life that I'll never get back. But you're wrong about the mistakes we have all made part. I have never made any of the mistakes your pampered little millionaire daughter has. Britney was “finding” herself? What kind of stupid alibi is that? How is flashing the world in a drunken tirade “finding” yourself? The only thing Britney Spears has "found" is that she is an alcoholic has-been and a completely incompetent mother. Perhaps instead of making excuses for your screwed up daughter, you should act like a parent and give Britney some guidance instead of merely leeching off her washed up career. Frankly, I don't care what happens to Britney Spears or her mother just as long as they both disappear from my TV, magazines, and internet. Of course, writing this Mostly Daily does nothing but perpetuate the problem. If you can't beat them …