About three hours after the bombs exploded at the Boston marathon, President Obama was on national television vowing to bring “the full weight of justice”on those responsible for the blasts which created a horrific scene of blood, limbs, and carnage.
Justice is thought of as different things to different people. To some, it will be a jury trial and, if found guilty, a life sentence in the can. I would go for that if the slime bucket was released to spend his days in the prison yard with the general population. Those days would number very few.
Justice to others is a jury trial and if found guilty,15 or 20 years of appeals followed by an execution. And that execution would be the sissy lethal injection of putting him painlessly to permanent sleep. After 20 years, only those bleeding-hearts standing outside the penitentiary with lit candles will actually remember the crime that was committed. Have you noticed that so many in this country are more interested in reading about what a murderer ate for his last meal instead of thinking about justice?
To me, justice is a jury trial and only 15 or 20 weeks of appeals. In some states, the appeals and delays schlep out so long that many on death row are never executed. They end up dying of old age.
The Commonwealth of Massachusetts has no death penalty, but if it did, and I was in charge, I would rent Fenway Park and have gallows constructed. There would be a charge of 10 bucks a head to witness a good old-fashioned public hanging with all proceeds going to a victim’s relief fund.
No. Take that back. Not Fenway Park. Let’s move the site to Gillette Stadium, home of the New England Patriots. It holds a lot more people and would raise a lot more money for the victims.
Right now many of you are ready to write some very nasty letters, shouting at me about how cruel I am. Your letters will ask, “How would you feel if it was your son who committed that heinous crime?” and “What about the possibilities of an error and the accused is really innocent?” You will scream that those of us who are in favor of the death penalty are no better than the criminals who commit murder.
This is one of those topics that you may want to bring up at your next cocktail party when the conversation slows down to a boring quiet. I did a few nights ago in the party room in my building and in a matter of minutes half the room was at war with the other half. The crowd was about evenly split, and I was surprised to see so many women agree with me. I heard all of the above from those that didn’t.
Why is it so necessary to feed the guilty person an extravagant last supper of steaks, shrimps, and lobster? He’s going to die soon anyway. Give the murderer a peanut butter sandwich on old white bread.
I am StanGershb