Thursday, March 16, 2006

Ordinarily, I do not believe the death penalty is a good thing. However, there are exceptions to every rule.

Joseph Smith? The scum that tortured, raped, and brutally murdered an eleven-year-old girl?

He's asking the courts to let him go, so he can continue to be a positive example for his own daughters.

Joseph, I hate to burst your bubble, but. . . . . the only kind of example you will ever be to anyone is a BAD example. People will point to your name, for all eternity, and warn their children against you. Parents all over the planet will shudder at the mention of your name, and double-check their sleeping children to make sure nobody like YOU could possibly be near. You will be used as an example of sub-human scum and slime and filth forevermore. And why is that? Because that is what you are, sir. That is what you chose to be. That is what you chose to do with your life.

The innocent child you tortured unto death will haunt your family for the rest of their lives. You have destroyed the future of your own children. You did it of your own free will, when you destroyed the future of little Carlie Brucia.

She might have grown up to cure cancer, or taught someone else to do so. She might have helped colonize Mars, or pushed a toddler away from an oncoming car. She might have grown up to be a happy woman, loving life and contributing to the lives of others. She might have been the pivot upon which the fate of the world depended.

We'll never know, because you, in your selfish disgusting perverted power-hungry mission, chose, of your own free will, to torture and slash and crush and then snuff this little girl like a candle flame. I sincerely hope that you will never be able to erase from your soul the sound of her cries, and pleas, and desperation, and pain. All caused by you. What you did was no accident, you perverted freak. It was a choice you made. You did it. YOU DID IT.

And don't try to give me that pathetic "I was on drugs and drunk and I didn't know what I was doing, I don't even remember it, it wasn't my fault, etc" line. Anyone who would fall for that is just as moronic as you are. There are no excuses. There are no decent reasons.

Because, mister, it WAS your fault. Every. Single. Bit. Of. It.

Life is full of choices. You chose to be scum. Live with it. But not much longer, I hope.

(Patriside, who posted about this same topic today, goes a step further and wonders not only how it would feel if his child had been the victim, but also how it would feel if his child had been the murderer. The parents of criminals don't get a lot of press or attention, but their lives are surely horrible beyond description. We all want so badly for our children to be honest and good and kind and compassionate and successful, but it doesn't always happen that way. Death row is full of people who were once the joy and hope of a parent's heart. Judas's mother weeps forever.)