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7/26/2025, 2:46:52 AM
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One might argue the proper course is to skip both judge and jury and go straight to execution. In a just society, the intentional scalding of a child to the point of third degree burns is worthy of nothing less than the immediate projection of form from atop a very high cliff onto the cold, jagged rocks far below, Poseidon’s great depths purifying her rotten, heavily melanated corpse with salt and sea foam.
Is it beautiful? No.
Is it good? No.
It is however right.
Reveling in rain-showers of bloody justice, though quite satisfying, are the most basal part of us one would hope we could ascend to angelic heights well above. In such a morally destitute society, so totally absent God and having fallen to the blackened pits where nary the faintest fleck of light is capable of reaching, what else could or should be said except “the Catherine wheel is too good for heavily melinated excremental stains such as this.”
In such impotent times, neither savage nor sane, the burden of strength falls to good men willing to step forth and claim the heroic title in the worst way possible: one must become the demons the people fear such that their sleep brings them no respite and their dreams only terror.
To the law we turn for now, /pol is after all a board of peace, but I do fear the times draw near when many might well be found to have said, “enough.”
One might argue the proper course is to skip both judge and jury and go straight to execution. In a just society, the intentional scalding of a child to the point of third degree burns is worthy of nothing less than the immediate projection of form from atop a very high cliff onto the cold, jagged rocks far below, Poseidon’s great depths purifying her rotten, heavily melanated corpse with salt and sea foam.
Is it beautiful? No.
Is it good? No.
It is however right.
Reveling in rain-showers of bloody justice, though quite satisfying, are the most basal part of us one would hope we could ascend to angelic heights well above. In such a morally destitute society, so totally absent God and having fallen to the blackened pits where nary the faintest fleck of light is capable of reaching, what else could or should be said except “the Catherine wheel is too good for heavily melinated excremental stains such as this.”
In such impotent times, neither savage nor sane, the burden of strength falls to good men willing to step forth and claim the heroic title in the worst way possible: one must become the demons the people fear such that their sleep brings them no respite and their dreams only terror.
To the law we turn for now, /pol is after all a board of peace, but I do fear the times draw near when many might well be found to have said, “enough.”
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