There’s this guy Bland in California. Okay, so he rapes, tortures, and murders. All right, all right, I know I said murder, so what the heck. Right, if he had stopped at torture and rape we might be able to forgive the guy. Hey, in America we don’t restrict a citizen’s rights. Come on! I know what you’re thinking. Just because a gray haired guy messes up a few times don’t mean he’s gonna do it again. He’s probably sorry. He just doesn’t know how to say it. Probably doesn’t know how to express his true feelings, poor guy. You can’t hold it against him forever. You gotta let him out. Maybe he won’t do it again. Who says he’s gonna? In America a guy’s got a right to try again. Okay, okay, so he tries not to seduce a little girl. He tries really hard not to trail and charm her. He tries very very hard not to get her into his want to molest her, or, well, come on, he doesn’t mean anything by what he does.
He looks good, he’s a good dresser, for crying out loud! I mean, he’s not a real menace. Like, I mean, he’s not a filthy looking bum who smells! He’s not making decent people uncomfortable on the streets or in coffee shops, is he? He just, he can’t help raping once in awhile. And…sometimes he goes too far and kills the damned struggling little girl, or the damned uncooperative, pesky old lady. Geez. In America we don’t just give up on a guy for little things like that. Do we? I know, I know, then there’s that chance that one guy who does it just once, I mean, just once, for God’s sake, and he gets behind bars and he’s really sorry. He lost it for a minute. He was drunk, he got a little too mad at God, the world, to tell the truth. So, he killed once by beating someone repeatedly. It’s a tough world with a lot of pressures. A guy has to get it out once in a while. So he swings a baseball bat at someone’s head twenty or thirty times. That’s punishment. Just punishment. WE all deserve punishment, right? I mean, no one’s innocent. TRULY INNOCENT. So, if a guy bludgeons a person just like one of us who probably deserves some kind of punishment, really, and the person dies, well . . . that does not warrant stopping the poor misguided son of a bitch from being a good citizen from now on. He’s got a chance for real growth here, now that he got that thing out of his system, right?
Look, in America a guy’s got a right to destroy another human being every so often—oh, but he’s got to be careful. See, he has to murder the right sort of person and then he can pay a little price and go. We’re fair. Ther are price lists, aren’t there? Doesn’t every state have a price list? Isn’t one posted in each court? I know they vary a lot, but hey, if you’re willing to pay, this is a free country. You can pay for a car, house, or prostitute or for a little maiming, raping, and murder. And torture doesn’t cost any more, so you can get a bonus if you jump on the right person. The biggest bargain going.
And if after paying your price—what? Six, sixteen years? If after that you’re still not relaxed, satisfied, you can go after the damned bitch again. So, who’s depriving you? I mean, don’t holler. No one’s gonna try to stop you if you have to get her one more time. Go ahead. You’ve paid. We’re fair. In America you have rights.