Monday, November 20, 2017
And enjoy eternity licking the sweat from Satan's nutsack, which almost makes up for you living in prison for nearly fifty years too long.
Had the Warren court not overturned the death penalty shortly after his conviction, he and his waste-of-skin-and-oxygen followers would have been rendered into fertilizer outside San Quentin State Prison long since, after being convicted of first degree murder for a paltry six such grisly crimes.
When I read he was on death's door a couple of days ago, my heart leapt with joy, and now that he's nothing but a dead meatsack, the only thing that'd have made me happier would have been if he shuffled off his mortal coil after being set on fire, and the flames beaten out with an icepick.
The biggest pity about his lengthy term in prison waiting for parole was that it was not the assigned duty each day for a given guard to crack him over the kneecaps with a yard-long steel pipe.
As it is, someone noted that his medical care in prison was really substandard.
That, my friends, is a feature, not a bug.
If I were emperor, his medical care would have consisted of an 1800's manual on first aid, and a few bandage rolls made from the unwashed underpants of other inmates.