I know what you're saying, and in a perfect world, that would be great. I don't consider myself a murderer, and I am ADAMANTLY pro-life. But it sickens me to see rapists, child molestors, etc just walk free when their victims (the ones who survive) have to try to have a normal life after what happens to them. When these dregs of humanity starts asking permission before they rape or molest, then I'd consider imprisonment. Not before. I also think that the only difference between a lynch mob and an execution are the presence of badges, which most of the time, are penned to the jackets of criminals just posing a cops.
If I seem overzelous about this subject, I'd like to explain a little of my reasoning. Our grandson was molested when he was barely old enough to walk. We know who did it; CPS says they're pretty sure that that was what happened, but because our grandson was so young, he was not a reliable witness. Even though we're pretty sure he knew who "Daddy" was, and could explain so clearly what had happened. He's now a teenager, and doesn't remember it. We pray that he never does. Of course, CPS would not take action, so the piece of *beep* walks free. NO ONE HELPED US. Not the police, not the idiots at CPS, NOBODY.
A few years ago, our daughter walked into her living room around 10:30pm, getting ready to lock up. Standing in her living room was a very large black man with a VERY large knife. He ushered who to the back bedroom, where he raped her repeatedly, between trips to the hall, where he would wonder aloud what to do with the kids. Our oldest grandson was awake at the time, and heard and saw his mother being violated in the most horrible way a woman can be. The police, when they finally got there, questioned my daughter as if she had comitted the crime, then went to the guy's house...3 doors down...where he had fled on a bicycle. NO ONE HELPED US. NOT THE POLICE, NOT THE DA, WHO I HAD GRADUATED WITH, NO ONE. It took over 3 weeks and a REALLY nasty phone call from my husband to the Chief of Police to get them to go and fingerprint the place. So they threw away the mattress, which contained tons of DNA, then proceeded to cover her house with that oily, dark fingerprint oil. They checked the WHOLE house; she had to throw away several pieces of furniture, a ton of clothing, and it took weeks to get that oil off the surfaces it had been basically poured on. And this guy is still running around free too. Because, according to the police, they didn't have enough evidence to convict him. My daughter says that if she got raped on her way home from work, she'd just get back in her car and go home. She would not report it, because what happened to her afterwards was as bad as the rape itself.
THIS is why I have no problem with the death penalty. I'm not interested in seeing the man who raped my daughter (and 3 weeks later, a 13-year-old girl) or the father of my grandson, who molested his own son, languish in jail on our tax dollars. KILL THEM ALL; let God sort them out. We know they did it, the "police" and the rest of the judicial system here know they did it, but both guys are still free. This happens every day in all parts of our country BECAUSE there are those people who say that they can be rehabilitated, that we are not God and have no right to take life away, etc etc etc. I would not hesitate to put a bullet or two through the eyes of each of these men, and a couple of the cops would find the same fate. I know I'm not God, but I also know that I am a mother and a grandmother, the ultimate protector of both, and would LOVE the opportunity to send these men to meet their maker. I would not lose a second of sleep, and I would feel like the children and young adults of this world were a little safer with these guys off the streets.
I'm sorry for the rant. It's just that when someone tells me that I do not have the right to decide who lives or dies, I want to (and have) say that my daughter had the right to tell that man to get out of her home, but that didn't work. Our grandson was too young to speak for himself, but CPS wouldn't do it, and no matter how much we screamed, no one else would listen either. So now I carry a very large handgun. We have them all over the house. Loaded, ready to go. Someone might walk in here, but they'll be leaving in a body bag.
Don't be so quick to judge. The old adage really does apply: you never really know a person (or feel what they feel) till you've walked a mile in their shoes.
Rant over.
I don't understand your specific kind of crazy, but I admire your commitment to it.
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