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Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Fred Lane's widow gets seven years and fuckin cries about it.
Gah! How the FUCK does this happen? Seven years for murdering her husband in cold blood? She says he treated her bad. Yikes. What a nightmare.
She plead down to voluntary manslaughter. Whoop-dee freakin doo. And seven years was the maximum sentence. Unbelievable.
She should be dancing in the streets. Seven years of being surrounded by women instead of wa wa wa abusive men. She says she loved him but didn't recognize him when he became abusive. Way to help the situation, bitch. You're a psychological miracle.
The word "justice" should be removed from all courts of law. Send it back up to Heaven with a big Raiders of the Lost Ark swoosh of light and chaos; that's the only place it has any meaning. And all that is is a hope.
Shooting your husband as he walks in the door of his house and then once for good measure when he's down is voluntary manslaughter. Real nice. If a man had done that they'd be fucking screaming like banshees in the streets. "They" meaning the damn wretched feminist bitter sloth parasite cogs of the social-legal system of this country. Screaming like banshees. Trust me.
Where's the fucking justice? They pay us a bit more in salary but allow crazy bitches everywhere to gun us down in cold blood, steal our children, and turn us into indentured servants of the State. Next time some bitch pisses me off I'm going to cut off my penis, strap it to her fat belly and beat the living shit out of her just for kicks. What's seven years? I've done worse time than that.
Bitches piss me off.