Here’s something to piss you off first thing in the morning:
He says that his weight makes it difficult for the executioner to find a vein, and his lawyers argue that his seizure medication may have created a resistance to Thiopental, the fast-acting barbiturate used to induce unconsciousness before the heart-stopping drugs are injected. They say that “if the first drug doesn’t work, the execution is going to be excruciating.”
As excruciating as, say, getting raped and then killed?
I have the perfect solution for that worthless piece of filth: a 1,500-calorie diet combined with a workout schedule that involves pounding rocks from sunrise to sundown, until he’s at the normal weight for his height…and then strap him to the gurney and turn his lights off.
When rapists and murderers get more consideration and humanity than they gave their victims, to the point of getting quality healthcare on taxpayer dime, a sedentary lifestyle, and enough food to become obese while in prison, then something’s a bit off with our system of justice, because that ain’t. He got his day in court and his public defender, and he was allowed his mandated appeals. Why in Hades’ name is he not only sucking down air, but thumbing his nose at the rest of us by spending our money on a legal team? Why does he get to stall the process by claiming that it would just be too inhumane for him to be in pain when he dies? Did he give any such consideration to the two young women he raped, strangled, and stabbed?
In a perfect world, he would have gotten two rounds center mass by his intended victims twenty years ago. Sadly, we still let our public servants get away with keeping the streets safe for scum like Richard Cooey by disarming the law-abiding and pretending that it makes the world a safer place. (Note that he didn’t need a gun to dominate, violate, and kill two women, despite the fact that he’s not exactly a hulking beast at 5’7″.)
That’s how you end up with murderers getting obese in jail and then whining about how it would just be too “inhumane” to be put to sleep like a family pet. People like that don’t know the meaning of the word, and he’s been afforded much more of it than he’s ever shown to anyone else. Now it’s time to pay the ferryman.