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2005.12.24 Rehab
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2005.12.21 Custom tailored
2005.12.19 Capital Punishment
2005.12.17 Meet the Parents
2005.12.16 Damn fool drivers
2005.12.12 192,226
2005.12.11 Feliz Navidad
2005.12.08 Look both ways
2005.12.05 Hee Haw
2005.12.04 Vigilante Justice
2005.11.29 'Nuff said
2005.11.28 A Conservative Estimate
2005.11.23 40,724 and counting
2005.11.21 Changing Your Grass
2005.11.16 Erotic Seduction
2005.11.14 Not much creativity today
2005.11.13 Do I look different?
2005.11.07 Doomed
2005.11.04 CBC
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Capital Punishment
At this stage in my life, I've pretty much decided that there's no justice proceeding for which the death penalty is an acceptable sentence.

Death is an irreversible event, and even if only one out of five hundred executed inmates are later found to be innocent, that's still one too many for me. Although a person who has spent decades in prison can never be recompensated for that time either, at least there's the option to try, compared to reviving someone from the dead, which has never been achieved with much success.

The extra cost of holding these individuals in prison is an inevitable price of justice, in my opinion. Assuming that there is indeed a cost savings at all in executing prisoners over keeping them alive (this statistic itself is hotly debated), lowest cost is a weak justification at best for deciding whether to kill someone. People's food bills would be reduced if they killed off a child or two, but I haven't seen many people clamoring for this solution.

At any rate, last night I found that there's one solitary exception for which I'm willing to allow for capital punishment: a person who rides the elevator up from the underground parking garage to the ground floor and exits, letting all the newly arriving ground floor passengers discover that the button for each and every floor in the building has been depressed, making for an excruciatingly long trip to the top.

Those people should fry, hang, be shot in the head, and then be buried in a shallow grave so that rabid squirrels can dig up their nutlike appendages and spit them back in the people's gaping dead mouths. That would be enough, I think. But perhaps their mothers should pee on them, as well. Yeah, that would about do it.