Why I feel the need to comment on this cocky, gum smacking psychopath, I’m really not sure.

I posed the question the other day about Colonel Russell Williams’ mother.

Knowing very little about this woman other than she and Russell’s father divorced when he was six, I have to assume there were moments over the past forty-six years she was proud of her son.

I picture a woman arriving at her bridge club, raving about her son’s accomplishments in the military, with each promotion becoming increasingly more boastful about the intelligent young man he had become.

She probably had friends. She probably walked out in public, went grocery shopping, did her banking and maybe belonged to a community group or served on a board.

What is she thinking now?

I watched as this man confessed to rapes, murders, human torture and after methodically documenting each of his calculated movements, made a ridiculous (refraining from using the word crazy though I do believe the choices he made are those of a sick person, it lets him off the hook) statement about being ashamed.

You should feel ashamed when you take an extra handful of chips from the bowl when your diet clearly outlines the restrictions you have committed to. You should feel ashamed when you turn your head for a moment and your baby slips because you weren’t holding his hand when you should have been.

To say you are ashamed for plotting, terrorizing and killing innocent people while making a pictorial and video library, destroying evidence connecting you to the crimes, writing letters of condolence on behalf of the Canadian Military to the family of a woman you purposefully murdered is nonsensical.

What you feel Russell is embarrassed that people the world over have seen your monstrous acts and rage that you’ve been stopped.

You probably haven’t thought much about your mother along the way but I can guarantee she hasn’t stopped thinking about you and the acts you should feel ashamed of but don’t.

Rot.