The State of Connecticut actually did it. Carried out a death sentence. I confess being shocked to see on the morning news that it had happened. I fully expected some last minute reprieve to have popped up, to postpone it yet again.
I refuse to mention the piece of crap’s name – he got all too much air time in his final weeks, like we all gave a rat’s ass what he had to say. And of course, it was a field day for all who believed the state wrong to carry out the sentence, delivered by our justice system and a jury of his peers. (Well, maybe not his “peers”, I’m fairly certain most of the twelve jurists were not murdering rapists).
To the opponents of the death sentence: If you show up at your local dog pound on the days they are putting rabid or unwanted stray animals to sleep, more power to you. I respect your right to hold ALL life that dear. However, if you only come out for state executions, then shame on you.
Please don’t preach forgiveness. We don’t forgive rabid dogs. We kill them.
A human life is worth far more than that of a dog, you say? I agree. But for certain crimes committed against us, our children, or the people who put their lives out there every day attempting to keep us safe, the perpetrators lose the right to claim membership in the human race. Human rights are forfeit, like the rabid dog or raccoon, we just put them down.
This is different than revenge. If a state execution were meant to be revenge, the condemned would meet their maker by the same method they sent their victim, or worse. Or maybe we need to bring back ol’ sparky, or one of his European predecessors (guillotine, drawn and quartered). That would be revenge.
A deterrent? Well, for the one being executed, yeah. In the words of Don Imus, “HE won’t do that again”.
So stop whining. Start picketing your nights away in front of the city dog pound. Get our legislators to pass laws and allocate funds (and up our taxes) to keep all sick, mean, and nasty animals housed and alive as long as possible. Then picket state executions. Otherwise, shut the hell up.
(Originally published, the MadDog Rag, May 14, 2005. Still works for me.)