Really. Its old. Its not the first gruesome murder, and won’t be the last. Let’s stop spending 90% of our time giving a shit about him. Let the families have some peace, and let me have some peace.
Is there really nothing else important going on in the world so that we have to dedicate all of our cable news to this bastard?
FTR, I’m against the death penalty, and I’d much rather see him spend his life in prison, walking with his back against the wall.
Just don’t put it on TV. Let him rot in obscurity. There is no lesson there for anyone to learn from.
The only problem with life in prision is there’s always that chance that he could get paroled. Even if he had been sentenced to life without parole, there’s that possibility that someday they could say, “Ah, he’s 60 now, he’s been good in prison all this time…let’s give him parole.”
I’m iffy on the death sentence. For some people it’s completely deserved, for others not. For instance, I don’t think anyone misses a monster like Ted Bundy. Maybe they could throw in another option: instead of death, how about horrible mutilation? Like, say, they take ol’ Scottie there and chop off his arms and legs, so he can spend life in prison crawling on his belly. That way, even if he did get paroled, how’s he gonna hurt anyone else? Spit on them?
I just want to say that I didn’t watch a single moment of the coverage of his trial.
I didn’t watch a single moment of the OJ trial.
I won’t watch a single moment of the Micheal Jackson trial.
I don’t give a shit about any of these people. I just don’t see the entertainment value of televised trials. You have to pay jurors to be there, why would anyone watch it if they don’t have to?
Count me in with the OP. Irresponsible sleazoid wants no-strings bachelor lifestyle, murders pregnant life. Meh. This should be of interest to immedite family and friends and the twelve poor slobs called up to adjudicate the issue. Why anybody else gets their rocks of on this stuff is beyond me. Ditto with Michael Jackson.
In other news, O.J. is still looking for the killer.
Oh, you know; one attorney won, the other one lost, the news services sold a bunch of ad slots and a bunch of people cleaned up with the publishing rights.
Oh, you mean was he guilty or not guilty? I forgot. I think he escaped from prison in a train accident and is now running around the Arizona desert with a New York State ADA, trying to evade NASA hitmen, and searching for a one-armed man while being pursued by a fanatical US Marshall, but I might just be confusing that with a movie or two.
It’s all just fun and games until someone’s eye gets put out.
You know, I don’t give a shit either, but will make a couple comments.
I saw earlier on the news when they brought him to San Quentin. The reporter interviewed some kind of official who oversees new inmates through the process.
He said Peterson was cocky and polite until he got inside the walls. Then he got a little nervous. Having some kind of bizarre fascination about prison life, I have read a lot about Death Row in San Quentin.
He doesn’t realize how fucked he is, having been in (and enjoying) the media spotlight for so long.
From now on, he is just another worthless fuck waiting (deservedly) to die. No more limelight, asshole.
Why do you think murder mysteries sell so well, and true-crime books, and newspapers with Scott Peterson on the cover, and why do gore-filled movies attract audiences? Gripe all you will, but you’re never going to change peoples’ love for a good bloodbath.
JAMES LEONARD, a youth of no more than eighteen years old, who had been at the reduction of Ireland, and afterwards in Flanders, under the late King William (we may suppose only in the quality of a waiting-boy at first), was but just returned to England when he was apprehended, condemned and executed, for a robbery on the highway.
He was so little concerned at the gallows that he smiled at his misfortune, and pulling a knife out of his pocket attempted to cut the rope. When he was asked the reason of his so doing—" Nothing more’ " says he, " than that I should have given you the trouble of buying a new rope, if my knife had been good."
Leaning his back against his coffin as it stood on the cope of the cart, he laughed out heartily and spoke as follows : GOOD PEOPLE, I am a Roman Catholic, and so I die. You see I am but very young; however I have made good use of my time, for I have been as great a rogue as those that are older. Methinks 'tis a plaguey cold morning; they need not have brought one to be hanged in such weather as will freeze a body before the job’s over.
Does anybody else have an image of O.J. & Robert Blake doing the last scene of Chicago {“you can like the life you’re livin’, you can live the life you like… you can even marry blonde girls, and not get 25 to life…”)
Klaatu, personally, I wouldn’t take anything from anyones descriptions of his behavior. Generally, such accounts of self-serving and self-confirming for the people who tell them and trade on them. There is litterally no way that a criminal can act that cannot be interpreted as implying that they are guilty or psychologically messed up. We WANT to confirm their criminality but reading too much into such accounts, and so we do.
The thing that bothers me about the Scott Peterson case is that there was no clear evidence pointing to his guilt. It’s quite possible that the guy was a complete uncaring bastard who cheated on his wife and didn’t give a fuck that she was missing, but who didn’t commit the murder.