Regarding the Death Penalty Question and the Immediate Link to Our Freedom

Our rate of execution is off balance. Rich people do not get killed by our government at the same clip as the poor.  There are fanatics on either side of the  click like button for capital punishment; though I will challenge both of our logic right now: do people obviously guilty ever (if even once) receive a lighter sentence because of the attorney—or some other unrecorded pre-paid hijinks in weird places?  We would be foolish to have not just agreed that during our thought experiment, yes, money stops a person from swingin’ from our gallows rope: class warfare

I have  supported the right to kill in my past.  But looking back, what where my qualifications and information?  Upon Osama Bin Laden’s demise—I felt nothing.  After nothing, I felt curious–instantly questioning if my team had the right information (bought by goddamned oil).  How did I know with mathematical precision?  I knew only what I was told, just as you were.

Or maybe some camera cropped symbols projected at us from screens tells us everything we believe.  All things coming with ease (news) tend to be favors for others, as in wanting power or money.  This can be defined as advertisements on any proportion, right?  But we all think our news is the truth.  Our clique is the Truth…

Christian folks are supposedly renowned for their compassion and want of redemption.  And allowing the death penalty cheats us out of any possible redemption story; the highest of human moments, as it gives rise to compassion.

I am a Declarationist and a Bill of Rightsist.  Essentially that suggests the government’s only job is to protect its people.  The one thing they must in any case, no matter the cries of the time—is simply keep us all alive until we manage to off ourselves.  Coming up with better ways to achieve that end is also necessary: our Amendment system allows us a fighting chance here.  And I argue that motivation to obey(fear) is possible without life termination.  I’ve spent a weekend in jail that moved along like it was 3,000,000 years behind bars.

Furthermore, claiming that we cannot have order without death, is like neglecting the invention of fire because the sun was doing a pretty good job already. Technology does not govern our society’s intellect—only a society’s lack of violence does.  Besides, we usually waste our big dollar resources on entertainment anyways, like 10 different high def-views of a football crossing a goal line—on giant surround sound living rooms that would rival most theaters of not too long ago.

I have uttered the old cliché more times than I have fought against it: “an eye for an eye.”  We all mimic this catch phrase out of tradition of an ancient king of 1770 B.C. You see, way back then kings were thought to be directly connected with one of many gods, pyramids, relics, paintings, art and such and stuff.  Teams competed to build tombs for their pharaoh.  Meanwhile ancient Egypt cheered and supported the cause (donating their only time on this Earth). 

The King knew if he kept the people productively pleasing him with their lives, he would remain at the top of the gold very tall we photograph every day in Egypt throne; i-con.

He did this by offering the first cliché ever recorded on paper: eye for an eye.  Sun Tzu and Machiavelli knew of this stratagem—they used the tactic to control masses via busy work.  And those two are thought by most scholars to be masters of deceit.  People deceive each other for money usually, money or power; our history books are littered with it so let’s not memorize it—lets apply the wisdom to learn from it.

Therefore if one were to aspire to be king, one would need to kill people.  The Mayans knew this as well, though they were far less discreet about it; for if a ruler wishes to seize maximum power, that ruler will enforce the death penalty with gusto and bravado—spiraling into invasions of other people’s land in many of history’s pages.

If one were to attempt a purification of any kind—that person would have to be atop the death penalty food chain, i.e. a president, CEO, or Pharaoh.

As a veteran of our armed forces, I cannot adequately explain my concern of how little we know about the ranking member.  We lovingly allow this to be true with every politician zinger and our continued attendance at the voting box.

But who the fuck wants to support a ruler?—Especially when we know the title, “ruler “came while fulfilling punch lines in office jokes?  At any central core as an American you and I both agree to worship freedom.  We cannot be free if the boss can kill and invade at any time.  How many people voting do you think are able to out-think the entire government’s resources?  I’d bet not many because we keep with them dumb ass jokes about perverted and shitty politicians.

Killing a human because he has killed another human is a paradox:  that would give the President the right to execute the executioner. Thus we give the hefty executive branch the right to execute—breaking the law—thus becoming himself, in essence a God.  And of course a devil:

We have allowed the criminally insane to double down on our evil.  We turned one killer in to one supported by many.  Social media allows such Lucifer approved remarks of ‘eyes for eyes’ and hoping & praying dudes they don’t know—fry, sizzle, or hang.  In Las Vegas I picked up on two fundamentals of life: avoid the mark ass double down, and evil spreads quickest for money.

As a nation of citizens trickstered by idolatry: Jacksonians, Jeffersononians, Lincoln’s cash money (the conqueror gets the green bill and the gold coin), Johnsons, Bushes, and Obamas—myths by definition—folklore carved on hills—we have allowed ourselves to create the only man on the planet allowed to break the laws of nature and science which creates our governing laws.

Again we have created a King; the very thing, the greatest writer of all time Mr. Thomas Paine and Pimper-of-the-French, Mr. Benjamin Franklin fought to escape from underneath.

What signals a King?  Follow the money.  Money’s buoyancy is well documented.  “The Man,” we can all understand—has more money than even Scarface.   Scarface was Alejandro Sosa’s delivery guy acting as a shield. Sosa had the cash because he had the right plan—even though Montana thought himself in charge. That’s the thing with a murphy. The con never knows he’s being played until the murphy* is revealed, meaning it’s worked or it hasn’t been busted out yet.

Henry David Thoreau’s lazy ass may have been correct after all, or even Mr. Timothy Leary, PHD from Harvard—dropping out was right on, except we must drop the power of our current King’s right to kill us—even on a small scale—you know you could be killed by the government—so do I.  The fear floods our subconscious mind with images of rigid rules, uniforms, and the ultimate penalty of death—and death itself—rather, life itself will be valued in a higher light—breeding respect for life—only happens if we readily reject death—as Hiroshima cheers!—now Nagasaki…

We buy shit designed to trickster us through the vein of culture (like ironically stupid Scarface posters on college dorm walls) with injections of fashion cycles, planned obsolescence; and we allow shit our grandparents would never have allowed; like throwing stuff away at an alarming rate.

Knowing we are being sold doesn’t make it an effective barrier of messages, unfortunately;  for neuroscience is screaming to us all that we are not in control.  We know it, or else with all of our resources that the happiest guy in the middle ages never had, we would all be a lot happier and nicer to each other.

The threat of death is always present and we are the only animals on Earth that are aware of our inevitable fall.  Or rather we are able to cognize our own dooming event.  Thus creating made up phenomenon like stress which does not involve starvation or physical pain.

Life is hard and sometimes people’s animalistic  brains remind us all that we are imperfect beasts of this planet; something we should all get used to if we are to evolve much further, though I will leave that matter to another essay.  In this one I am particularly interested in showing the chains we bind to our freedom—and I promise you that very good people fought to give us this freedom,  if we continue giving the rights of Gods to any animal walking this world.

An authentic execution is not as it appears inside the cathode ray tubes of shiny flat screens.   It’s a spirit stealing scene—no splash lighting, or camera panning, or even sad music.   But that’s the thing that disturbs me deepest.  Usually we don’t have to witness the effects of choices we support.  This is a flaw of our evolutionary mechanism called emotion.  Ask a man to kill another with a gun and he balks.  Ask him to push a button to take a life and he carries it in a briefcase.

To have more power to the people we must pull the plug now—terminate the government’s right to play God with a thing called a death penalty.

Thank you for reading my essay on something I’m sure you’ve decided years ago or simply don’t care about.  Just in case that is your case—and so’s I don’t wast your time–here’s a subtle tip you may find useful someday:

When I was at the shooting ranges I would ritualistically hum a Creedence Clearwater Revival song—but not one of the corny ones.  I mean more like “Sinister Purpose,” “Born on the Bayou” kind of stuff—or “The Midnight Special” even.   Try this next time you have to shoot at something.  Breathe along to the metronomic precision of Stu’s bass, tap your feet to that country funk drum beat and hum CCR’s “Ramble-Tamble,” Slowly bring your fingertip back against the trigger until it surprises you with a bang.  Try to squeeze in between the in and exhale, where you naturally make a pause.  You will find your accuracy has increased.

Egypt throne; i-con