If you blow up an airplane full of innocents, I don't care if your prostate is the size of your head and you've grown a third leg in the middle of your forehead...you don't deserve "compassionate release" from prison.
I love the Scots, am part Scots myself in fact, but they blew it releasing the Lockerbie bomber. He's dying of prostate cancer? Fine, let him die. Releasing him makes a mockery of everything free nations are trying to do to combat terror.
Many American politicians including the President have condemned Scotland's action but, truth be told, the very same thing might have happened had the man been a prisoner here in the states.
We've lost our frontier ethic. We're no longer the sort of people who, having shot our enemy, will routinely go up and put a final round in him just to be sure he's dead. We're soft on gangs but we go after guns, hoping that will solve the problem. We let drunk drivers have four, five, six chances and more until they finally get behind the wheel and kill someone. And then we sentence them gingerly at best. We assign our cops to chase pot smokers while billions of dollars of cocaine and heroin are flowing into our streets. We release career sex offenders from prison and then beat our breasts when, surprise! they rape and murder our children.
That wonderful Scotsman, Sean Connery, put it best in The Untouchables:
"They pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue. *That's* the *Chicago* way!"
Had it been up to me, the Lockerbie bomber would be dead already. Told his cancer was terminal, I would have kneecapped the bastard and dumped him atop of a landfill to rot with the rest of the garbage.
That, my friends, is the sort of compassion he and his colleagues understand . . . and deserve. That's the Chicago Way.
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