mister_mistro, what your friend did was commit first, maybe second degree murder of a child by compressive_asphyxia.
Here are some things I’d like you to understand about what your friend did:
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causing someone to die by preventing them from breathing does not take seconds. It takes minutes. Anywhere from three to seven minutes. If this does not sound like a long time to you, I suggest you get a pot of ice water, put your hand in it and hold it there as long as you can. Most people can only do it for a minute or two, because the cold hurts so much.
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suffocation hurts. Maybe you’re not aware of this. The need for air is referred to in medical terminology as “air hunger”, and it is a thousand times stronger than food hunger. During the Holocaust, when the Nazis murdered Jews by piping in carbon monoxide or cyanide gas into a closed room filled with people, afterwards, those who opened the doors found the entire doorway filled with trampled, dead bodies - people who had climbed on and crushed each other in a desperate bid to get some air. During suffocation, people claw hard enough to tear their nails out. They froth at the mouth. Their hearts beat so hard that tiny blood vessels burst from the blood pressure.
Your friend didn’t “hug” his child until his child died.
Your friend squeezed his son’s chest until the little boy’s lungs could not draw air in, and he did that for a minimum of three minutes - 180 seconds, twice the time most people can keep their hand in a bucket of ice water. He did it while his little boy struggled, while his little boy’s lips turned blue and then purple, while bright red dots of blood appeared under the skin of his face, neck, chest, and arms.
While his son was dying - while your friend squeezed his chest so hard he couldn’t breathe - that little boy most likely vomited, wet his pants, and emptied his bowels. These are all last ditch attempts by the body to escape death by distracting the killer, or they are symptoms of death as the body loses control over itself. I wouldn’t be surprised if that little boy were crying the whole time as well.
And the whole time your friend was doing this - purposefully squeezing his son’s chest so he couldn’t breathe, feeling his baby struggle, seeing his baby turn blue, seeing red spots show up on his baby’s face, arms, chest, and neck, feeling his baby vomit, pee, and shit his pants - he admits he was thinking about how his wife had done mean things to him, and how his child wouldn’t take a nap.
mister_mistro, your friend is not the scum of the earth. He is a monster.
If it were up to me, I would take him into a tiled room, have him kneel, and I personally would put a gun to the back of his head and pull the trigger. Then I would run water through a hose to clean his brains off the walls and the floor and wash them down the drains. I’d take what was left of his body out where the coyotes and ravens and other carrion eaters could benefit from his body and leave his bones out to bleach in the sun, unmarked, and hopefully forgotten forever.
And it would still be more than he deserved.
