Murdering or punishing someone via death penalty is like one alpha gorilla male (a Yahweh for example) running up to another gorilla who has attempted to subvert his dominant status, and he the alpha male grabs the gorilla and hounds him down and drags him by his hair and with his hands drowns him with a glee on his face that intensifies with the pleasure he feels at killing or murdering this gorilla as if he is plucking his hands into the brain of this poor gorilla and ravages, dissect, dismembers the synapses of the gorilla, destroying his identity and realizing this by the widening eyes of his prey and by realizing the prey realizes for this reason and also relishing on the delicious little idea of his that even the gorilla he is so pulverizing also believes that he deserves to be treated in such a manner.  That only this is justice.  This dominating Yahweh in this Alpha male, this self-confidence in its judgments, it realizes that the thing he is killing realizes that no reason in the world, no reason in the Universe, no reason in God, no reason in time (past or future) can every come in defense to the side of this poor wretch.  The criminal believes that he is to be executed.  That the very laws of physics demand this.  That even his own wife, the one he shared his bed with, would not refute.  No one is as alone as the criminal on death row.   It is the most pitiable sight.  Perhaps it is the last gloomy cloud remaining after the image of hell is slowly being laid to rest.  Crush Justice.  Crush Reason.  Free the Criminals.  Crush Guilt! Long Live Folly! We alas do the same to the criminal what he did to his victim: we destroy his sense of self and his right to continue living as this self forever.  Let the criminals roam amidst civilized bipeds.  

 

 

To murder is to sit in the bush of synapses of your victim and with a gleeful face to pluck the twigs between neurons knowing full well that that bush is aware of what you are doing to it and that it can do nothing against you and in the most delicious setting that bush even believes that you have a right to do this to his dendrites and axons.  It would be like the murderer placing his hands on the penis of his victim, forcefully making him climax and just at that moment plunging a sword into the victim’s gut.  This, to destroy someone’s notion of the self, is murder, even if it is perpetrated under the banner of divine Justice.  Divine Justice should be an oxymoron.  And to do so under the banner of capital punishment is simply to let the state have an even more gleeful smile that it can do this and get away.  Both the murderer and those who murder him in return are the same, as they both enjoy the savoring the destruction of someone else’s sense of self.