Grappler Truth Teller Feller wrote on Sep 14
th, 2018 at 1:53am:
Not going to review all the reasons for not having a death penalty.... but just to alert you.. the very blood lust engendered in the community that you describe is one reason.....
MANY people have been convicted of killings who turned out to be innocent.... and anyone who knows.. knows the operation of law is a lie in this country.
Remember that next time you are the one falsely accused of anything
And twice as many more are walking the streets as free men and women after killing one or more others. So it's moot
Right now, people are killing and dying. And it's sanctioned. And no one really gives a damn about it, despite these would be punishable crimes outside military or religious arenas
meanwhile, humans continue to breed more of themselves
Resources are not infinite. Billions living in abject poverty but no serious attempt to limit population growth
and chatter about colonising other planets
oh, but there won't be enough water at those off-earth colonies. No atmosphere. How will they breathe, what will they eat?
don't worry, we're working on a fix for that. We're developing fungi, rich in nutrients. And we'll extract water from rocks. We figure we can sustain an initial colony of 500 and within x-years, we're sure we'll be able to build that to 20,000. And that's just the start --
because more. We must make more of us
like abandone lab rats gone feral -- no end to our uncontrollable desire to make more, more of ourselves
At the other end of the scale, people want to save everyone we have. Hoard them. Fight any suggestion of reducing our numbers
Guy stabs and bashes three kids, their mother and her mother then goes off to mow people's lawns. He comes home to the stink of putrifying dead bodies and makes toast, watches tv, showers. Does it for days, blackening bodies of his loved ones scattered around the house to the point he has to step over them to get a coke from the fridge
What a mess. How's he going to clean the place up? Gotta get rid of these dead things. Tries to remember why he stabbed and bashed them. Must have been a reason. Whoops, another job's come in. Grab hat and head off to mow more lawns. Come home, repeat
days of it
Was going to kill them, then himself
but got too puffed-out from all the stabbing and bashing
took a breather. Lay on his bed. Fell asleep. Woke up to find the dead things everywhere
doesn't feel like killing himself any longer
dying must hurt, he figures, based on the screams that emerged from his kids, wife and ma-in-law
Harder to kill people than he'd thought. Took ages to kill them. He'd thought it would be almost instant. What a surprise when they kept twitching and wriggling. And the NOISES. Sheet a brick ! They wouldn't shut up !
Anyway. Doesn't feel like killing himself any more
No way he can bury them all
Why the hell won't someone come and fix it all up for him?
Waaahhh
Lightbulb. Go see Dad. He'll know what to do
Close the house up. Hop in the car. Go to Dad's. Get away from all this. No point trying to burn it all away. Firies would be there in no time and someone would be bound to dob him
Go see Dad
Dad says bugger off mate. Not my problemo. Go tell the cops. Worse they could give you would be fifteen years. They don't stick you with time for each one, you know. Nah, they lump em all together. Kill one or kill twenty -- you'll still only get the same fifteen years, maybe less if you keep your nose clean. Now take off. Go to the cops. I have to get to the pub
So we're eager to colonise space. We know we're out of control. Too damn many of us. Need more room, more minerals, more wealth, more control via space platforms
but let's argue about the morality of ridding ourselves of those who have chosen to rid the planet of others
yes, we need to keep killers and cherish them, as if they were of value to anyone at all
Keep those killers. Minister to them. Psychoanalyse them. Rehabilitate them. Give them a trade or qualifications. Today's felon is tomorrow accountant and solicitor. Whatever you do, do NOT rid the planet of them as if they were nothing more than some terrified, scrawny, orphaned Yemeni kid cowering beneath the bombed-out rubble of his dead family's humble home