it comes in pints?

Aw, come on, Ken... The guy obviously needs medication.

I think Potassium Cyanide should do it...

Holy shit. How on Earth could anyone...

oh, that is just effing sick.

And I mean "sick" in the real meaning, not the slang meaning that kids use today.

The only good thing is there's no way the guy can get off by claiming it was an accident, like the kids who get scalded and the loser who was supposed to be caring for them claims it's 'cos they pulled a pan off the stove.

It takes a fair amount to turn my stomach but this story pretty much does it. Hope the jerk goes away for a long long time. And I hope the kid's mom wises up in her choice of men.

An update:
"Detectives said Mauldin later confessed to putting his daughter in the microwave and said he was frustrated by the demands of caring for her....
According to police reports, Mauldin told investigators God ordered him to go to Galveston to look for work as a minister."

Um, yeah, you'd better study up, dumbass. Especially that part of the Bible that talks about *patience* and *love*.

"I've been doing this for a lot of years and it actually brought tears to my eyes," police Sgt. Annie Almendarez said. "I'm sitting there looking at the pictures and I'm sitting there looking at him and there's nothing I could really do about it but just keep my composure and go on."

You know it's bad when cops cry.

I can't decide whether he needs killin', or killin's too good for him.

Just floored.

What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?

Julie,
Frustrated by the demands of caring for her? So he NUKES the kid? What a sick, selfish, black-hearted bastard. Normal people hire things called babysitters when they need a break. They don't attempt to cook them like a TV dinner.

Agreed, Emily.
And how long was he caring for the baby?
His wife and mother had run out to *get dinner*.
That isn't a long time.

As my boss said, 'what a monster'.

After reading, "God ordered him to go to Galveston. . ." I am just totally freaked out. In addition to wanting to throw up from the first part of the story. God help us and I hope this kid's getting better care now.

Julie,
I was thinking the same thing - how long were they going to be gone before returning to alleviate the dire stress that was apparently so unbearable, his only choice was infaticide? Fifteen minutes? Not to mention, the baby was only 2 MONTHS OLD. How could he have suffered such terrible rigors in such a short period of time enough to want to kill his child? And in such a gruesome way?

Then again, maybe this guy had a moment of clarity where it dawned on him that it's best if men such as himself don't reproduce. Never mind killing him - cut his damn balls off. With a rusty butter knife.

Or better yet, I bet he'd fit in the one at the bottom of this page:
http://www.microdry.com/research.htm

Speaking as someone who has seen his rationality slip away after too many nights of sleep deprivation brought on by a perpetually innsomniac baby... fry the bastard. I can't find any sympathy for this complete waste of 46 chromosomes.

Yes, you do stupid things after too long with a crying baby. (Not that the time it takes to get dinner is enough to count.) With the last one, I remember singing at four in the morning in a soothing tone, "Hush, little baby, don't cry again
Or Daddy's gonna tear off your arms and legs..."

But there are still lines you should be psychologically unable to cross. I could shout, cry and beat my head on a wall, but something like this can't be done reflexively. The fact that he's capable of crossing those boundaries means that the planet will be a better place when he's not on it.

A Louisville Slugger, a Leatherman, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, 15 minutes alone with this prick, and guaranteed amnesty. Is that so much to ask?

I don't think so.

Forget the creative torture/death methods. Assuming the taxpayers will be picking up the tab to snuff this piece of crap, I'd go with a .22 behind the ear, and a shallow grave.