Welcome back, Bingers, to another episode of the podcast.

Okay, honestly, I'm just going to jump right into the episode by saying not everybody is parent material.

Probably a good third of the population or greater isn't parent material, but people who aren't fit

to be parents have kids anyway, and many of those kids will grow into troubled adults, some of which

themselves will become unfit parents, and the cycle just perpetuates itself. No one likes to talk

about child abuse. It's a taboo topic, and people often prefer to turn a blind eye to it,

and there's this kind of bogus notion that how people choose to raise their children is nobody's

business. But bad parenting is at the root of, well, probably most of society's ills. An abusive

parent is, in a way, one of the most monstrous kind of people in our society, because they're

entrusted with the ultimate responsibility. They have total control over the life of an

initially helpless human being, and it's their job to sculpt that person, like a lump of clay into a

whole human being. Unfit parents often approach this responsibility differently. They see it more as

an opportunity to completely dominate and control another being, or to shape that little person

into a servant, into a source of validation. Other types of unfit parents see their children as

burdens, they'd like to unload. Sometimes, if they have the resources, they'll send their children

away to boarding school, or they'll abandon their families. And in rare instances, they'll kill

their kids so they can, you know, according to them, shed that pesky baggage. And then there are

the children who become missing persons due to non-custodial parents feeling so entitled to

possession of their child or children that they take them from the custodial parent and disappear.

Today's case falls into one of these categories. So let's dig in.

Blossy Avenue in Spokane, Washington was a peaceful residential street in a low-crime neighborhood,

a neighborhood that was mostly populated by elderly retirees, and living among them in the fall

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