If what has been alleged is true, and the evidence seems fairly universal and damning, the ugly sack known as Paul Pelton is not a collection of skin and bile and fat and bone, he is a sick, festering, rotting sack of worm-ridden shit.
It is story that must be read to be believed–in short, he came upon a traffic accident, forced his way into the wreckage, and berated the victims while filming their suffering, and never lifting a finger to help. One of the grievously injured teenagers died shortly after.
Pelton attempted to sell the footage to local news stations around Lorain, Ohio, but when they rightly–and admirably, I must say–refused, he published them himself under a the pseudonym “Paul Santucci” on Facebook. Alerted the disturbing, macabre act police arrested Pelton, but there really isn’t a law to fit this disgusting violation of human decency.
In my mind, the heartless Pelton is a cold, evil man to be watched, a potential sociopath unburdened by conscience, empathy, or even a tenuous grasp of the concepts of right and wrong. May he live out his day, isolated by his fellow humans, feared by some and loathed by all, like a monster who lives under a bridge on the dark road outside of town.