Dante was my boi--
Hell has levels, I suppose the last several months I've gone from basement to a terrace apartment, but eache's life is as such-- no one's is easy. Strange that so many enjoy my bitchings- sorry if I have not had the time to diatribe as much as I had previously, not that I can promise with the pro-longed absences that what I have to offer when I finally do get off my arse to put something here will it be of any better quality than the standard offerings.
what you want for nothing, Rubber Biscuit?
Lemme tell ya, I started this on-line thangy because I had no other outlet for anything.
I haven't been writing at all; writing is/was/once/shall be/might be gone/I dunno/ my life.
This is, my friends as I've stated before, my brain commode.
Shawna Steinberg from a Canadian on-line rag somehow found my site-- dig it. www.shift.com . Look for her piece on online diaries (Damit you stoopid fuck, make up yer mind-- on-line has a "-" or online doesn't. Prick-Boi.). You will need shockwave Flash to check out the digs.
My babies are doing okay--- good, but not great. The life we fucked up adults pose for them are wholly unfair and cruel. Out own little soap operas and passion plays leave them to wonder just what the fuck is out future going to be like. Couple that withsome fuckheads breaking into my ex's house and stealing all her clothes and some electronics and jewelry that they all owned-- there is no security or stability in the world in their eyes.
Why should there be? What grounding of belief have we offered them? None. If I ever find the people that have broken my children's faith further and violated their home and possessions, I will severely hurt them. This is a promise, a vow, an online statement of future culpability. I will shatter the fuckers knee caps and strap their heads down with their mouths open and piss down their throats. I will toss the live and violated and bleeding bodies out the back of a van travelling 80 miles per hour on the freeway. Maybe they will live, assuming no other cars or trucks hit them.
Maybe they wont. Probably not.
I dont give a flying fuck.
There is a natural law at play here.
If you dare to disrupt and violate someone else's live, as far as I'm concerned they have given up right to your own.
You want laws and punishment to act as a deterrent to crime? Here's what I propose:
And this is not a new idea.
You bring the offenders to trial, just as out system does now. Our court system usually works.
But, if found guilty by a jury of peers, the criminal is placed on display in a public square in stocks and shackled for 48 hours with their crime posted before them.
If they surive those 48 hours, they then get to serve out their sentence as handed down by the judge.
Rather than attacking them myself to mete out my own justice, in this scenario, the sign before them would read "Broke into a single woman with five children ranging from 9 1/2 years to 3 1/2 months and stole a television, VCR, clothes, jewelry entertainment and educational CD-ROM Games. Would have stolen more, but the UPS man came.
Created sheer panic and tears in the 8 1/2 year old and undue stress and hurt on the rest of the family."
I would be out in front of the perps in the stockcades with needle-nose pliers and bricks. I would make sure that they were only severely maimed as opposed to killing them, so they would have to live with the permanent damage caused to them as they have caused to my family's life.
I would definitely break a jaw. I might remove an eye. Shatter the knee caps. Pull chunks of flesh out of their necks with the pliers. Treat their wounds wih gasoline.
If it were your family, would you do any less?
Say this new style of justice was implemented. How long do you think it would take to curb 99% of all crimes?
A week?
Maybe Two?I think I'm done for now.
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