posted on Jan, 17 2014 @ 03:25 PM
After spending time on Death Row, you're finally told that your last appeal was turned down, & that the Governor has declined to stay your execution.
You're told it's on for tomorrow, & given a time. After a long night they come for you, bring you your last meal if so desired, then walk you to the
room where your story will come to an end with people watching, most of whom will be cheering for your executioner. As they strap you onto the gurney,
you know that your death is racing toward you like a runaway freight train that nothing will stop.
Whether you're for or against the death penalty, let's not get into a bunch of BS about a "humane death". IMO, when you get down to the details of
how the drug(s) will perform, you're just nit-picking. Do you suppose this guy would have wanted instead to have inhaled cyanide gas, or to have been
given a seat in Old Sparky?