Diva
04-04-02, 07:49PM
Ding Dong McVeigh Is Gone...
Finally, justice is served. Although I didn't get to administer the dran.. Er.. drug, I'm satisfied. I am very, very pro capital punishment. An eye for an eye, swing by your balls and become a living piņata, etc... One hundred and sixty-eight swings for the deaths of one hundred and sixty eight people.
April 19th, 1995. Where were you? What were you doing? I can't remember anything but my soul going cold. My heart stopping. And then crying and crying. Did I know any of them? No and yes. They were fellow Americans, fellow human beings. Men, women and children. Man.... the kids. Just because I'm not a breeder doesn't mean I don't like kids. Imagine for just a second, going about your business. Close your eyes and hear the people talking, the cars driving by, and then... One hundred and sixty eight deaths, and hundreds wounded.
Today we heal. today we mourn. Not just for the deaths of the innocent, but the fact that McVeigh took the accomplices names with him. Justice will find them. McVeigh said that he would make a statement. Not surprisingly enough, he declined. But, he did give a written poem (which I like) by William Ernest Henley called "Invictus".
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever G-ds may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
No, Timmy, you were nothing more than a follower. The master of your fate was a 16-gage needle that pumped justice through those cold veins of yours. Your 'soul' was conquered at 8:33 A. M. EDT. June 11th, 2001. I only hope the nineteen children that you referred to as 'collateral damage' stand beside the hole you go into that sends you straight to hell.
Finally, justice is served. Although I didn't get to administer the dran.. Er.. drug, I'm satisfied. I am very, very pro capital punishment. An eye for an eye, swing by your balls and become a living piņata, etc... One hundred and sixty-eight swings for the deaths of one hundred and sixty eight people.
April 19th, 1995. Where were you? What were you doing? I can't remember anything but my soul going cold. My heart stopping. And then crying and crying. Did I know any of them? No and yes. They were fellow Americans, fellow human beings. Men, women and children. Man.... the kids. Just because I'm not a breeder doesn't mean I don't like kids. Imagine for just a second, going about your business. Close your eyes and hear the people talking, the cars driving by, and then... One hundred and sixty eight deaths, and hundreds wounded.
Today we heal. today we mourn. Not just for the deaths of the innocent, but the fact that McVeigh took the accomplices names with him. Justice will find them. McVeigh said that he would make a statement. Not surprisingly enough, he declined. But, he did give a written poem (which I like) by William Ernest Henley called "Invictus".
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever G-ds may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
No, Timmy, you were nothing more than a follower. The master of your fate was a 16-gage needle that pumped justice through those cold veins of yours. Your 'soul' was conquered at 8:33 A. M. EDT. June 11th, 2001. I only hope the nineteen children that you referred to as 'collateral damage' stand beside the hole you go into that sends you straight to hell.