Attorneys for Richard Cooey say that his excessive weight will cause trouble finding his veins and that, coupled with a prescription drug he takes could make his execution “excruciating”. Cry me a fucking river.
His date with Miss Gurney is scheduled for 14 October, so put his ass on a calorie restricted diet, wean him off the Topamax, and put in a shunt. If he doesn’t like that, ship his ass to one of the states that still use a firing squad. Or use a double wide electric chair turned up to ‘self-cleaning’ from ‘broil’.
I’m really sick and tired of bullshit appeals launched by these bastards who want me to get all in a lather over their feelings at the very end. The two young women he raped and murdered didn’t draw their last breath amidst peals of gleeful laughter.
I should send him a copy of a cartoon that shows a guy wired up in the electric chair, and the guard by the door says, “Hey-it’s something from the Governor!” The guy in the chair looks up hopefully, as another guard carries in a spray of flowers with a ribbon reading, “Bye-bye, asshole”. You want sympathy, look in the dictionary between shit and syphilis. For all of you DP opponents, save your bandwidth. Fuck him.