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Most people think that I'm sweet and compassionate. They don't know the real me. I'm vicious. I have no compassion. I was out in the atrium, working on cost analysis when I overheard their conversation. A dozen coworkers from various departments were sitting a few feet away, eating and talking. They were getting pretty loud, so I decided to walk over and ask them if they could stop yelling, but I soon became engrossed in their debate about the death penalty. I desperately wanted to share my thoughts, but I knew I couldn't. My thoughts are too extreme. I would never reveal them at work, because they would cause people to change their opinions about me. I would no longer be the sweet and compassionate girl that they envision me to be. Yeah, but I will share my thoughts here. If I was God, there would be no violence in my world. It would be a KPAX type of existence. That sounds nice, but I know it’s just a dream. I have extreme ideas regarding punishment for acts of evil and most of those ideas involve violence. It's sad, but I think it's the most effective means of deterent. My friend Vicki and I made a list, but I can’t seem to find it. Off the top of my head, here’s a couple of items that I recall from the list: If a person is convicted of murder, rape or child molestation, the punishment is death. There are no second chances. They are taught not to do these things by their parents and by the teachers in school. If they choose to do it anyway, they should die. No excuses. It's not death by lethal injection either. They are first tortured for several days and then they are skinned to death. If the skinning doesn't kill them, they are fed alive to wild animals. Torture includes shoving needles or bamboo shoots under their finger nails, dragging their bodies through broken glass and then dousing them in vats of alcohol, etc. Oh and there’s no such thing as murder 2 or manslaughter. It's all murder. Still think I'm sweet and compassionate? Yeah, I didn't think so. |