Quote from: pandy on August 02, 2007, 08:28:33 PM
That's what smelling salts are for. 

i'm afraid the rage i'd feel at finding someone hurting my child would leave no room for torture time. i have no doubt i would beat them repeatedly...using both arms, my steel toe boots and anything else i could get ahold of until i could no longer lift my arms or feet. then of course take a break and recover my strengh to start the process all over again. this probably would not stop even after they were no longer moving or breathing. would it take back the harm they had done? no, i suppose not. but at least in some small way i'd feel justice had been served. i hear all the time how many dangerous criminals are let go because the court screwed something up. i couldn't take that kinda chance if it was my child as a victum. 

Quote from: pandy on August 02, 2007, 08:28:33 PM
That's what smelling salts are for. 

it would seem the you have planed every single detail... no messing with baby monkeys for me 

honestly split on teh death penalty, not for nor against, but thsi crap pissed me off  it seems as tho her attitude ( upon conviction) was wtf i got laid now im pregnant wth do i do with this parasite called a child. me , although ive no children myself, have intervened in many occasions where a child was abused  and helped the child get the assistance they needed. this tho  had no need for this outcome whatsoever. ie adoption etc etc etc

Quote from: CndnMax on August 02, 2007, 09:29:29 PM
it would seem the you have planed every single detail... no messing with baby monkeys for me 

From the moment they put that little chimp into my arms over 20 years ago, I've been a ferocious mama lion....er...ape. 

When my son was around 6 or 7, the little boy named Steven Stayner (they made a TV movie about him called, "I Know My Name Is Steven")that had been kidnapped when he was seven years old, and held for seven years by a pervert, turned up in the boonies where we lived at the time....he went to my son's rural grammar school. Steven saved the next little boy the monster had kidnapped. The monsters truly are everywhere. This rural haven was the very last place you'd have expected a monster to be, but he was there. It makes my blood boil.

Quote from: pandy on August 03, 2007, 08:16:38 AM
When my son was around 6 or 7, the little boy named Steven Stayner (they made a TV movie about him called, "I Know My Name Is Steven")that had been kidnapped when he was seven years old, and held for seven years by a pervert, turned up in the boonies where we lived at the time....he went to my son's rural grammar school. Steven saved the next little boy the monster had kidnapped.

Interestingly enough, didn't Steven's brother become a murderer himself?

-b.

Quote from: bosozoku on August 03, 2007, 04:31:10 PM
Interestingly enough, didn't Steven's brother become a murderer himself?

Yeah, and Steven died in a motorcycle accident...and the monster who kidnapped Steven and Timmy got five years in the slammer....FIVE  Steven "served" seven years as the monster's victim...it's a troubling story all the way around:
http://www.cnn.com/2004/LAW/02/09/stayner.kidnapper.ap/

Quote from: pandy on August 03, 2007, 04:35:22 PM

Quote from: bosozoku on August 03, 2007, 04:31:10 PM
Interestingly enough, didn't Steven's brother become a murderer himself?

Yeah, and Steven died in a motorcycle accident...and the monster who kidnapped Steven and Timmy got five years in the slammer....FIVE  Steven "served" seven years as the monster's victim...it's a troubling story all the way around:
http://www.cnn.com/2004/LAW/02/09/stayner.kidnapper.ap/

What about putting the pervo and the murdering brother together in the same cell?  Seems like poetic justice...

-b.