Things to Ponder Today...
Not much posting in the works today. I'm still sitting on a couple of extremely wordy screeds that I just can't get polished to my satisfaction, and I keep getting new items tossed in the hopper.
How about this to chew on? I just heard last night that the shitheel that murdered my great-uncle was released on parole. Both of my grandfathers had died by the time I was 7 years old, so for the next 8 years, Uncle Byron (Mom's uncle) served in the surrogate role. He was the first to take me deer hunting, told me many stories of his time serving as a platoon leader in the 36th Infantry Division in WWII, and was just a lot of fun to be around.
Somewhere along the way, he acquired a stalker. I don't remember all the details, since I was just 15 at the time of the murder, and I was too rattled by his death to process all the information, but this nutcase had decided that Uncle Byron was the Antichrist and swore to kill him. I think it was a business deal that didn't work out, or possibly it was related to the years that Uncle Byron ran the Ellis Unit of the Texas Department of Corrections. For whatever reason, on a day that was by coincidence my sister's birthday (and she worshipped Uncle Byron) this scumbag shot him to death on the front porch of his home.
We've been going to Uncle Byron & Aunt Mary's house for years for holiday gatherings, the last time just this past Xmas. It's been over 20 years now, but I still can't walk in that front door without thinking about what happened there.
So, a little over two decades later, this guy has served his time to society and is now walking around free & clear. I'm not entirely sure what to think about that. He hasn't paid his debt to my family, that's for goddamned sure. There's no telling how different things might have been had he not taken Uncle Byron's life.
20 years ago I would've said I'd hunt this guy down, and whack him with extreme prejudice as he took his first step into freedom. 20 years also has a tendency to cool the fires a bit, though. I'm not all that interested in going stalking myself, but I would have absolutely no regrets putting a couple of .45 rounds through his liver should he come nosing around. Normally, I'd aim for the head, but I like to think he needs a bit of time to suffer and reflect on his transgressions.
There's just no telling what's been percolating in this cocksucker's brain all this time. It's possible he's completely reformed. It's also possible that he's still angry at the family.
Only time will tell.
How about this to chew on? I just heard last night that the shitheel that murdered my great-uncle was released on parole. Both of my grandfathers had died by the time I was 7 years old, so for the next 8 years, Uncle Byron (Mom's uncle) served in the surrogate role. He was the first to take me deer hunting, told me many stories of his time serving as a platoon leader in the 36th Infantry Division in WWII, and was just a lot of fun to be around.
Somewhere along the way, he acquired a stalker. I don't remember all the details, since I was just 15 at the time of the murder, and I was too rattled by his death to process all the information, but this nutcase had decided that Uncle Byron was the Antichrist and swore to kill him. I think it was a business deal that didn't work out, or possibly it was related to the years that Uncle Byron ran the Ellis Unit of the Texas Department of Corrections. For whatever reason, on a day that was by coincidence my sister's birthday (and she worshipped Uncle Byron) this scumbag shot him to death on the front porch of his home.
We've been going to Uncle Byron & Aunt Mary's house for years for holiday gatherings, the last time just this past Xmas. It's been over 20 years now, but I still can't walk in that front door without thinking about what happened there.
So, a little over two decades later, this guy has served his time to society and is now walking around free & clear. I'm not entirely sure what to think about that. He hasn't paid his debt to my family, that's for goddamned sure. There's no telling how different things might have been had he not taken Uncle Byron's life.
20 years ago I would've said I'd hunt this guy down, and whack him with extreme prejudice as he took his first step into freedom. 20 years also has a tendency to cool the fires a bit, though. I'm not all that interested in going stalking myself, but I would have absolutely no regrets putting a couple of .45 rounds through his liver should he come nosing around. Normally, I'd aim for the head, but I like to think he needs a bit of time to suffer and reflect on his transgressions.
There's just no telling what's been percolating in this cocksucker's brain all this time. It's possible he's completely reformed. It's also possible that he's still angry at the family.
Only time will tell.
posted by El Capitan | 2:23 PM
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