For Shame

Today I went in to talk to NCIS about an investigation that has been opened about a certain Cpl of the Marine Corps (S, for those who follow my blog).  What happened in the hour I was there is completely unimportant (though suffice it to say that the case will very shortly – and unceremoniously – be shut); the important part is what I have to say now, to those who got this man involved in the first place:

Shame on you.  All of you.  Your qualm is with me, not him.  Shame on you for retaliating against him when you should be adult enough to keep it in the proper circles, if you’re going to act childish that is.  Why did you do it, I wonder?  Because he stood up to my mother when she was calling me a whore on Facebook?  Because you were trying to corner me somehow?  I guess I’ll never know why, but don’t try to feed me any bullshit about “doing the right thing”, because I’ll know it’s exactly that: bullshit.

S is a good man.  He’s made mistakes, I’ve made mistakes, but who hasn’t??  And besides that, the mistakes that he has made he has dealt with in what he deems the appropriate way.  Even the people who involved him would agree that it was the ‘appropriate’ way of dealing with it, because isn’t talking to your bishop about what happened what you would consider ‘appropriate’ as far as the world of Mormonism goes?  He’s paid his dues, straightened out his life, and fell in love with a wonderful woman and married her, and now together they’re expecting a child.  He loves her with all of his heart, and she him.  To top it off, the majority of his and my communication over the past six months or more has been about the NCIS investigation!

It’s of no consequence, really.  Like I said, the investigation will be closed very soon, and the only thing you’ve done to him is ensure he got a little more pay than he was planning to.  I hope he and his pregnant wife forgive you, as I already have (even if it is still a bit of an annoyance); you’re not worth the space in their heads, nor in mine.