Look i dont claim to be right or setting foot on any moral high ground what so ever, but as i have said before i am very old testament when it comes to crime and criminals. In particular those guilty of violent crime.
A long time ago when i first moved to England, i was walking home from a night out with friends, and i stopped to read the pile of papers outside my local newsagents for the next day, and i read a story that made me lie down in the street and cry. The story itself doesnt matter but the utter desolation it made me feel is a ffeling i have known way to often in my life. I feel sick to my stomach when i read or hear of these things, and yes i want to bring justice to the people who perpetrated these vicious and evil acts.
I want to tear them limb from limb with my hands. I want to make them know the pain that i have felt and that pain in itself pales into insignificance when compared with the familys of those left behind.
Someone just posted that James Bulgers parents dealt with it in a dignified manner, but they shouldnt have to in my opinion. I would like to make Mrs Bulger feel some semblence of peace by destroying the evil that took her son away from her. I would take pleasure in it, i know thats wrong but i would, i would love to do it.
I am sorry (and a bit ashamed) of these views as i know they completely fly at odds with the rest of my socialist philosophies, but i cant help it and i dont really want to to be honest. I wouldnt want to accept barbarism and hate into my life with a half hearted peaceful smile and say to myself well i took the right road! But they are still alive these murdering, sick fucks and get to breathe the air they stole from someone else. They get to drink coffee, and walk in the sunshine and laugh and sing and do all the things that they denied another human being. I cannot live with that thought. I would smile as i slit Ian Huntleys throat.
Ive always been this way, its not about being a parent its about not believing that the justice that we serve is good enough. I guess i could accept them being left alive if the deal was they were in a room full of shit up to their eyes and were allowed out for 2 hours aday to be beaten fucking senseless and then put back into the shitroom.
Anyway, i am sorry its scary anita, i dont mean to be, and i am too scared of the consequences to ever act upon these baser impulses so dont worry, i just want to carve them up, i never will......
