Long story short, an animal who had been incarcerated before on multiple offences, including rapes so horrific that even the tabloids chose to censor the details, has finally come to meet his maker.
After breaching parole conditions, our hero got holed up in a house for two days, finally set fire to himself and went nigh-nighs.
Mad Dog’s last Bark.
I hope your last minutes were MORE THAN full of the fear that you inflicted upon your victims.
Rest in hell shithead.
Couldn’t agree more Kambuckta. Pity it took such a massive effort when the worthless bastard could have just killed himself initially.
I put him on the same level as Barrie Watts.
Brilliant parole board. Must have had to make room for pot smokers and crack heads.
Fire. I don’t know if he felt fear but I know his last thought was ow.
Every man is my brother, and I will rejoice at no ones death. Not even a jerk-head’s.
Every man is my brother, and I am ashamed of my family.
We are each given our time on this Earth, to do as we will. Yet we are naught but sapient animals, and worth no more than they. If an animal acted thusly, we would remove it from our presence without a thought as to the morality. Yet we anguish over every human life as if they are more prescious than all the Earth.
HEY!!! Why are you sticking us in with the idiots on that parole board? Seriously… we only smoke the occasional leaf, and snort a line or two. We don’t rape puppies or kittens. We aren’t that bad.
I think he’s complaining that due to overcrowding and harsh drug laws, they released Loguancio to make room for “pot smokers and crack heads”. Not whatever you seem to think he said (that they put pot smokers and crack heads on the parole board?).
He’d finished his previous sentence in 2010. I don’t think the parole board had the power to keep him in jail after the end of his sentence.
The more reasonable complaint seems to be that, after being charged with assault last year, he shouldn’t have been allowed out on bail given his history.
Sick fuck? Yep, that’s me.
There is a difference between refusing to rejoice and counting this man’s life as more precious than . . . well, I suppose he did less damage than, say, an Ebola viroid.
Yes, we treat his life as more important than the life of an individual of another species. We place more value on human life than any other type of life, because that is, quite frankly, how our species has survived all this time. The moral quality of an individual matters not at all when it comes to the continued existence of our species.
But even when we make the judgment that we are better off without Loguancio than say, an outbreak of polio, we are still making a species-centric decision. WE are better off. The rest of the biome is either no different for his presence or better off (he did, after all, convert oxygen into carbon dioxide to the benefit of nearby house plants).
We don’t remove Loguancio like a rabid dog because whatever his depravity, we are cognizant of the fact that if we treat one human as vermin, we are at risk of treating other, less depraved humans as vermin as well. If we decide the solution to evil persons is to annihilate them, we lapse in our obligation to recognize and prevent the circumstances that give rise to evil. After all, no human is fated to be evil, and even if the cause of this depravity is completely internal, the rest of us still have the ability to influence another person.
If we dismiss evil as worthy of no more effort than a bullet to the head, we lose out on the good a very large chunk of humanity can do, even if they are intrinsically evil, and we miss out on all those who we could save if we can just bring ourselves to understand what turned Loguancio and others like him into the monsters they became.
That being said, I don’t grieve for Loguancio. I am relieved he’s dead as well as relieved that his death came at his own hands, since that spares law enforcement officers the price that comes with taking any life. I am also just as guilty as others of having cheered or congratulated myself on the death of someone like him. This story just happened to catch me in a more thoughtful mood.
Please. If I ever become like that piece of shit then the kindest thing you can do for me is a bullet in the head. I would have become an affront to all of the things I hold sacred in myself. I would have spit, pissed, and shit on all the things that make life good. I wouldn’t want to live if some kind person brought me back to my original state of mind knowing what I had done. That would even be far more cruel. Just put me out of everyones misery thankyou.
Robert Simon Jr. and his buddy Anthony Carr broke in and waited for the parker family to get home from church. They surprised them and tied them up. While they were tied they raped and sodomized the wife. In front of the rest. Then they raped and sodomized the nine year old daughter. For fun they kicked and beat the tied up twelve year old son. The father nearly cut his hands off trying to get free of his bonds. They had a “lot of fun”, Anthony said. Then they burned the house down on them.
Do you think anyone can ever come back from being that far gone? Yet after 22 years they keep getting stays of execution. They boo hoo so pitifully about how they are mistreated by people daring to believe they are guilty even though they were caught with Mr. Parkers wedding ring they cut his finger off to get while he was still alive. They also had his truck and one of them was wearing his boots. Boo hoo “they call me a monster”, Robert whines. What an insult to monsters.
So tell you what, if I ever go apeshit and walk down death row tossing grenades into the cells you can save me. Otherwise, if I am like Robert and Anthony, a bullet in my head is the kindest most decent thing you can do for me. In my now lucid and human state and on behalf of all the good people who ever struggled to live among nightmares unleashed on humanity I beg it of you.