Asmodeus
12-30-2000, 04:24 PM
Put the satisfaction aside of the wholesome good feeling of putting to death a rather blatant parasite on the system as a whole. There is a moral justification to killing the SOB's you have to consider as well. In the moments after they have spasmed their last spasm and voided their bowels for the last time and there they sit like a bloated sack of feed that has been rained on and left outside for a week and a half, you get the warm and fuzzy feeling that they will not do anything to anyone ever again, nor be the cause of all the damn taxes I pay.
In the Constitution, is their not a clause somewhere saying that the punishment should fit the crime? So a man takes an ax to a family of five, raping them as he goes. He gets caught and spends the next thirty years submitting appeals and eating three large meals a day, watching cable, using the weight room, in an central heated and cooled facility, basically living better than me who has busted my ass for everything I have. Punishment fitting the crime? Excuse me while I bend over so you kiss my ass a little easier. Don't worry, I washed it last month. Be sure to pucker up, or the hair will stick to your chin.
When did that little clause in the Constitution get forgotten? Are we such brainless faggots that even if a person did some pretty unspeakable things, "He didn't mean it. He was abused as a child." Pardon me while I laugh in your face. I still bear the scars from a childhood of pain. My father didn't just use the leather on a belt, he used the buckle, which cuts quite nicely thank you very much. Golf clubs leave a very nice welt when struck across the back of the head, and baseball bats are even better for good old fashioned bludgeoning. So, when I say that the excuse of an abused childhood is a crock of shit, I have the experiences to back it up.
I think it is time we went back to what some would call barbaric times, when the punishment actually did fit the crime. Drawing and quartering sounds perty well and dandy don't it?, nevermind crucifiction, I don't want to pay any more homage to the Romans than I have to, I was always partial to the old American Indian custom when they caught a cavalry officer; stake them to the ground on their back, slice open their stomach, open the wound and pour red hot coals in, and watch them die. It would sometimes take several days.
Call me a war monger or an ass or a sadist and I will probably agree with you. Sure, there are instances where the wrong man is convicted. Bad luck buddy. Do you see any tears streaming down my face? Nope. Shit happens. And anyone who tells you otherwise... read my signature.
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Good shot...shoot him again.
In the Constitution, is their not a clause somewhere saying that the punishment should fit the crime? So a man takes an ax to a family of five, raping them as he goes. He gets caught and spends the next thirty years submitting appeals and eating three large meals a day, watching cable, using the weight room, in an central heated and cooled facility, basically living better than me who has busted my ass for everything I have. Punishment fitting the crime? Excuse me while I bend over so you kiss my ass a little easier. Don't worry, I washed it last month. Be sure to pucker up, or the hair will stick to your chin.
When did that little clause in the Constitution get forgotten? Are we such brainless faggots that even if a person did some pretty unspeakable things, "He didn't mean it. He was abused as a child." Pardon me while I laugh in your face. I still bear the scars from a childhood of pain. My father didn't just use the leather on a belt, he used the buckle, which cuts quite nicely thank you very much. Golf clubs leave a very nice welt when struck across the back of the head, and baseball bats are even better for good old fashioned bludgeoning. So, when I say that the excuse of an abused childhood is a crock of shit, I have the experiences to back it up.
I think it is time we went back to what some would call barbaric times, when the punishment actually did fit the crime. Drawing and quartering sounds perty well and dandy don't it?, nevermind crucifiction, I don't want to pay any more homage to the Romans than I have to, I was always partial to the old American Indian custom when they caught a cavalry officer; stake them to the ground on their back, slice open their stomach, open the wound and pour red hot coals in, and watch them die. It would sometimes take several days.
Call me a war monger or an ass or a sadist and I will probably agree with you. Sure, there are instances where the wrong man is convicted. Bad luck buddy. Do you see any tears streaming down my face? Nope. Shit happens. And anyone who tells you otherwise... read my signature.
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Good shot...shoot him again.