I think I will try to focus on the brave woman who tried her best here, rather than the oughta-be-roasted-on-a-spit-themselves yahoos who committed the crime. The alternative involves my hurting my hands punching through some drywall.
(Via Robyn)
I think I will try to focus on the brave woman who tried her best here, rather than the oughta-be-roasted-on-a-spit-themselves yahoos who committed the crime. The alternative involves my hurting…
I think I will try to focus on the brave woman who tried her best here, rather than the oughta-be-roasted-on-a-spit-themselves yahoos who committed the crime. The alternative involves my hurting my hands punching through some drywall.
(Via Robyn)
OMG!! How can anyone do something like that?!?!? People like that should be whipped in public. That’s just sick!
Some folks are very fortunate I’m not Emperor of the World. I have a vivid imagination.
We had two separate instances of cats being doused with a flamble substance, lite on fire and left to burn. Both were rescued, although one had to be euthenised. I don;t think they even found the person or persons, but I think a fitting punishment is to douse them and throw a match and see how they like it!
I completely agree with you Mary!!
Dave, I think you and I need to take over the world; or, at least be assigned to head up Operation Crime and Punishment. 🙂
Nah. That’s too good for them.
Maybe we just tell them that it’s going to happen. Sooner or later. “You’ll be walking along the street, and suddnely you’ll be grabbed, tied up, and killed in a lingering, gruesome, horrifically painful fashion. Sooner. Or later.”
Then let ’em sweat. Let the uncertainty, the lack of control, the sense of a doom they cannot understand or guess or avoid, prey on their feeble little minds. Let them have nightmares, or lose sleep. Let their personal lives be destroyed by the fear. Keep remind them. Sooner. Or later.
Then do it.
Nah, Tess, I don’t want the job. No point getting my own soul all sticky actually executing my vengeance fantasies, and it would be endless work besides.
Anyway, I’m firmly convinced there’s a special Circle in Hell for folks who abuse animals. Anything I can think of would pale in comparison.
Hopefully the guy will meet up with some cat lovers in the joint. Heck, if they wanted to, some pro-feline organization could watch to see which prison he’s sent to and then write all the inmates with the details.
And lest anyone think my priorities are messed up, I’d make sure that whatever razor/maggot/flame/electroshock pit the gent from the story is in, there’d be another just like it for the animal who killed the little girl in California.
I suspect there will be plenty of pits just like it.
I can’t believe what happened to that little girl. I admit, I cried. Just do me a favor Dave and keep the Kitten locked up and safe.