June 11, 2001

  • I was helping someone in the office with a PC problem this morning, crouching down in front of their keyboard and monitor, when they kindly offered: “Do you want the chair?” and I declined respectfully “No, I prefer lethal injection.”

    What to do with the child-killer’s remains?

    I say: Cast him into a translucent lucite building block and make it the cornerstone of a new federal penitentiary dedicated to keeping child-killers from ever seeing the light of day. Or if to grant them occasionally a glimpse of daylight, only through this lucite block-window and then let them behold the grimace of death casting shadows in the light at which they’d peak.

    *shakes self loose of morbid thoughts and entanglements*

    *wishes all the children in the world a nice day upon which to play*

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