Man, I though you was dead!

By Joe Walther

 

This week’s column is a continuation of last week’s, the part dealing with an afterlife. People have so overdone this topic. I’m not going to add to the tedium with more “yes there is, no there isn’t” nonsense. So, I’m going to be brief.

 

            I received an email from someone in Australia. It contained the following brief proclamation: “This stuff about a tunnel and a bright light and seeing angels, and dead relatives is a lot of crap. I’ve been dead 4 times and their ain’t nothing on the other side!” No one has ever accused me of being at a loss for words, but the cock-sureness of this statement stuns me. It also strikes me as astonishingly arrogant.

 

                        The volume of bonifide scientific affirmation concerning near death experiences speaks for itself. However, there seems to be at least two general kinds of experiences that come to the fore during post recovery interviews.

 

            The first is an exhilarating experience of calm while bathed in a bright white light. People who experience this type of sensation report out of body experiences that investigators are able to confirm. There is usually a tunnel with a bright light at its end. Sometimes there are relatives who have been dead for years. Overall, the experience is good and completely removes the fear of death. Conversely, the other experience is not so pleasant. It involves a dark, cold grayness, devoid of any kind of life. People, who have experienced this, remember it as a bad dream.

 

            Clinical death is reversible, without brain damage, when medical personnel successfully revive the patient in less than 5-minutes. A person can also be “dead” for longer periods if the body temperature is low enough, particularly the brain. In fact, a medical procedure I referred to last week, called hypothermic cardiac standstill (HCS), has kept patients “dead” for up to an hour, in order to repair brain aneurisms, before being revived.

 

            A young Swedish woman fell through an ice crack several years ago. She wedged between the water’s surface and a layer of ice with the back of her head below the surface of the freezing water. Her body temperature fell to such a low temperature that her heart stopped, as did all other metabolic processes. It took three hours to get her out of the water and another couple of hours to get her to a hospital. In all, she had been “dead” for seven hours.

 

            Doctors successfully revived her. Not only this, she suffered absolutely NO brain damage. Medically, the doctors attributed this to a case of suspended animation brought about by the freezing water. Not only did they successfully revive her, she is a practicing physician today. One of her colleagues is a doctor who worked on reviving her after she was “dead.”

 

            Near death experiences prove that there are near death experiences. They also prove the reversibility of clinical death. They do not prove that there is an afterlife. Legitimate science does not take an official stand on an afterlife. This does not preclude, however, some scientists from expressing personal beliefs.

 

            To the man who emailed me from Australia, I can only say that I have no idea whether there is an afterlife. If I had a vote on the matter, I’d certainly be all for it. But, since I don’t, admittedly, I lean more toward the nay side of the issue, but I’m open to scientific proof to the contrary. On the other hand, I’ve spoken to people who have undergone near death experiences.

 

            In fact, thirty-five years ago, I was present at the death of colleague. She was a young cancer victim, who had always voiced absolute fear at the thought of death. Her mother sat at her bedside crying. The woman opened her eyes and seemed to look through all of us at something in the doorway. She smiled and said, “It’s OK, mom. They are here to take me. I’ll be fine.” Her eyes rolled back and she died quietly and smiling.

 

            As I said, I don’t know if there is anything for us beyond death. The young woman—her name was Patty-Jo McCoffy, aged 24 years—saw something and she died serenely and without fear as a result. Even if there is nothing but eternal unconsciousness once that last brain synaptic firing fizzles to nothing, this is a neat way for nature to get us there. Doncha think?

 

            That’s it for this week. I’ll be back next week, same time, and same channel. Have a great week. I hope you all get all the candy you want this Halloween!

 

Joseph Walther is a freelance writer and publisher of The True Facts. Copyright laws apply to all material on this site. Send

Whoa! There's no cure for that.

 

By Joseph Walther

 

Occasionally, if we’re lucky, we get to participate in an exploratory discussion of tremendous substance. I’m referring to the kind of discussion where the participants, while admitting the possibility that they may be relatively shortsighted, offer reflective insights to some yet-to-be-answered questions. I got lucky last Thursday evening. The discussion was both enjoyable and stimulating. It was unique in that none of the participants became dogmatically angry.

 

            There were nine of us seated around two tables pulled end-to-end. I lost track of the time, but I remember arriving at 4 PM and it was a little past 8 PM when we, reluctantly, broke it off.

 

            The initiating topic was cancer and whether we’d ever find a cure for it. A little later, the subject changed to death and eternal life. The majority (8 out of 9) conclusion to the cancer issue was “probably” not. There was one lone dissenter: me. Relative to the second topic, six participants emphatically support a life after death philosophy; two others just as emphatically disagreed. There was one lone dissenter from either opinion: me. I know! I know! It sounds as though I’m trying to vote “no” on “yes.” I’ll explain later.

 

            I’m not going to talk about the details of the discussions except to state that all of the participants offered their opinions replete with an obvious sense of discerning logic, thoughtfulness, and sensitivity. I am, however, going to state my reasons for offering my dissenting opinions.

 

            Lucky, lucky, knock on wood lucky ME. The tribal medicine man has never handed me the devastating news that I have cancer. I fully understand that, at 64-years of age, there’s still time. But, so far so good! On the other hand, cancer has viciously gut-punched me to my knees. You see, we don’t have to have it to experience its initial dread or utter desolation. Millions of people who have had someone they care about diagnosed with it will attest to this. Suddenly, WE feel an overwhelming stake in a “cure.”

 

            One of the things in our lives that begets pessimism and promotes fatalism is the human propensity to paraphrase unawareness into its prognostications. “Everything that can be invented has already been invented.” Mr. Charles Duel, Commissioner of the United States Patent Office said this in 1899. Here are some other gems.

 

·         "That’s an amazing invention, but who would ever want to use one of them?" ... President Rutherford B. Hayes in 1876, speaking about the telephone.

·         "There is no likelihood man can ever tap the power of the atom," ... Robert Milken, Nobel Prize winner in physics, said this in 1923.

·         "Heavier-than-air flying machines are impossible," ... Lord Kelvin, President of the Royal Society, said this in 1895.

·         "Who the hell wants to watch movies with sound?" Harry Warner, president of Warner Brothers Studio said this in 1918.

 

            I could quote page after page of such nonsense. The point is that folks did not take it as nonsense back then. These were well-respected, sincerely driven people. But then, as now, people failed to account for fact that what we foresee is usually based on what we know and accept at the time. Of course, we must never lose sight of the fact that many socially anointed experts—past, present, AND future--let huge egos greatly enhance the sounds of their own voices, either. Some things never change.

 

            Many of what we consider today as commonplace, easily curable medical situations (I’m not going to list them here, but you can Google a list easily), constituted absolute death sentences as recently as sixty years ago. As a child of four, for example, I contracted scarlet fever. The Board of Health quarantined my parents’ home for 60-days. The tribal medicine man confined me to a hospital for 21-days, pumping my tender 4-year old butt with penicillin shots every 8-hours. Today, the medicine man calls this Strep Throat. Liquid Amoxicillin knocks it out in about 4-days. No hospital. No quarantine. No big deal.

 

            Here’s my point. I was lucky. I contracted the disease in 1946. It was life threatening at the time. Sir Alexander Fleming, who never knew me, discovered penicillin in 1928, but it didn’t come into widespread use until Howard Florey and Ernst Chain found a way to isolate the active ingredient and developed a way to administer it to the sick. That didn’t happen until the early ‘40s.

 

            I had a friend who died from an inoperable brain aneurism. That was 20-years ago. Back then, whenever the tribal medicine man discovered this sort of thing, he told the patient to go home and not to do anything exerting. Essentially, he was telling the patient to go home, lie down, and wait for it to burst. If he was lucky, he’d die instantly, otherwise he’d get to exist, perhaps indefinitely, as a human vegetable, a literal financial sinkhole for his family.

 

            Today, medical science can save some of these cases. Have you ever heard of suspended animation? Medical science calls it hypothermic cardiac standstill. They reduce a patient’s body temperature to such a cold temperature that it stops the heart. There is no pulse, brainwaves or heartbeat. All metabolic processes cease. The patient is clinically dead. The surgeon then removes the aneurism and reintroduces a warm blood flow that restarts the heart and reactivates the brain.

 

            Is it a dangerous procedure? Yes, it is. The experts use it as a last resort. The failure rate is 25%. That’s high. Would I submit to it if need be? Yes, I would. I rather have three chances in four of living the rest of my life normally. Besides, I’ve never thought of dying as the worst thing that can happen to me.

 

            Medical science will find a cure for cancer. It will find a cure for many other things, too. A few things have to happen first, though. One, we have to stop assuming that current reality is absolute. Second, we have to come to understand that much of our religious dogma ignores the fact that resuscitating organs is vastly different from resuscitating viable human beings. Third, we have to find a way to make sure that the lives medical scientific discoveries will prolong will have a world in which anyone would want to live.

 

            This column is long enough. I’ll write about the other discussion topic, death and eternal life, some other time. I’ll just say this about eternal life. Based on some of my personal experiences with certain people who claim to have tickets to eternal life, I’d rather not.

 

See you next week and thanks for reading.

 

Joseph Walther is a freelance writer and publisher of The True Facts. Copyright laws apply to all material on this site. Send your comments. Just click here.

What's with all this balance crap?

 

By Joe Walther

 

Humans have an amazing propensity to complicate things. A former professor of mine told me, “The less you know about a problem, the easier it is to solve.” I was just a young snot going to school back then and he was a wise old sage who, I believe, attended the Wright brothers’ first air flight.

 

            Theresa, a 7-year old was explaining to her uncle John how airplanes are able to fly during a trip to Borders Books a couple of days ago. She did a good job, too. Even though she didn’t use the proper “scientific” terminology, she knew how airplanes fly. And, because of her understanding, she said, “I would never be scared to fly, Uncle John.” I loved her simplified explanation.

 

            She did not mention the term “forces” at all. Equally missing from her explanation were some other terms: magnitude, direction, lift, gravity, thrust, and drag. Even so, she understood that the engines and wings had to work together to both get off the ground and stay in the air. Without so much as an inkling into the physics of flying, she displayed an uncanny understanding of the need for balance.

 

            Natural forces govern our lives. We don’t have to understand them; we don’t even have to believe them. We don’t have to get into arguments over whether they are laws or theories. On the other hand, it doesn’t take long for us to find out that it’s not prudent to ignore them, particularly the one about gravity.

 

            First, balance drives everything in the universe. Without it, atoms, the very essence of all matter, could not exist. When an airplane takes flight, nature takes over and the fight for balance begins. The forces of lift, thrust, gravity, and drag must balance. If they do, the plane stays in the air. If not, it crashes to earth. When we fill ice cube trays with water and place them into the freezer, another fight for balance begins. The heat from the water transfers from the water into the surrounding cold.

 

            Second, perhaps a bit difficult to believe, is the fact that nothing in the universe ever disappears. Things simply change form. Matter and energy are all that exist. It’s just as true here on Earth. When we burn leaves, the fire combines the leaves and oxygen to form new gases, small particles of smoke, heat, and light. In fact, someday, my estimate is October 12, in the year 14000002006 at approximately 3 PM; all of the universe’s energy will have changed into matter. If you don’t understand the meaning of, “a cold day in hell,” and you can stick around until this happens, you will then understand it clearly. The Republicans will probably be in the White House, too!

 

            Third, people who refer to the Devil as the Prince of Darkness, as though darkness is a force, are dead wrong. Darkness is not a force, neither is coldness. Only heat and light exist. Take away all of the heat and it gets cold. Take away all of the light and it gets dark. Heat and light equal energy, and energy always goes to where there is less energy until things become balanced. As I tried to explain above, if this were not so, there would never be any ice for scotch on the rocks. Oh, and you might just as well forget about cold beer, too!

 

            I don’t know about the Devil. He may exist. If so, I’m pretty sure that I had a couple of his sisters as teachers back in elementary school. Regardless, if the Devil is relying on cold and darkness as his forces of evil, he’s out of luck, although, as I recall, those sisters of his were colder than a witch’s ti… um, I mean ice.

 

            Fourth and this is particularly difficult to grasp, especially for the absolutists who are constantly telling us to send them money for the Lord’s work, there is more than one truth. In fact, as of this moment, there are at least two truths. Nature as explained by wave energy such as light and radio waves is different from the nature explained by chunks or particles of energy (called quantum).

 

            Scientists are working hard to resolve this. Right now, the buzzwords are “unified theory.” I hardly have time to go the bathroom because this eats up almost all of my time. I can’t think of anything else; well, almost nothing else! I have also been working diligently trying to find out what happens to all of my socks that never come out of the dryer. Even I have to admit that the missing sock thing casts a pall of doubt on the “nothing ever disappears from the universe” part above.

 

            We must not lose track of the fact that the old clock is ticking ever so fast. We need to kick it up a notch or two. October 12, 14000002006 will be here before we know it! I’m probably overly optimistic on the 3 PM estimated time, too. With my luck, it’ll probably happen earlier in the day.

 

            When we really think about it, life is pretty simple. Theresa has the right idea. But, you know, just as I began feeling optimistic in light of her explanation to her uncle, along comes a business graduate student spewing forth, “Is it better to discover shared visions that foster enrollment rather than compliance OR change our conceptual maps to focus on organizational complexity?” SIGH!

 

            Speaking for myself, this sort of academic barf makes me long for the quick arrival of October 12, 14000002006. I’ll be back next week. In the meantime, I’ll be looking for those “missing” socks.

 

Joseph Walther is a freelance writer and publisher of The True Facts. Copyright laws apply to all material on this site. Send your comments. Just click here.

Not even the Republicans can help!

 

By Joseph Walther

 

Has anyone not heard about the tragedy involving the Amish Community in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania? If you’re a hermit living in a cave on an isolated mountain peak, perhaps you have not. I’m not going to rehash it all here, but I am going to make a few comments. If you’d like to read what must be the umpteenth report of it, click here. As always, I do not know how long DelawareOnLine.com will keep the link alive.

 

            My children are grown and on their own. Even so, the mere passing thought of losing one of them scares the living daylights out of me. I cannot even imagine what it must be like to lose one so young—one family lost two! Neither am I at all sure that I’d be able to control the rage exploding within me at discovering that the mad man who murdered them may even had planned to torture and rape them first.

 

            The Amish people are deeply rooted in an unshakable faith in God. Forgiveness is one of the hallmarks of that faith. However, their believing in God and forgiving their trespassers do not render them immune to inexpressible grief. Like all of us, the Amish cry, even the men.

 

            The parents of those slain children will never forget. Yes, over time, they’ll learn to live without them, but they’ll never forget. My own mother is dead, but I remember seeing her cry, from time-to-time, 50-years after the accidental death of my youngest brother at the age of three. Loving parents never forget.

 

            The Amish Community wants to move on. Mind you, though, this is not the same as forgetting. They’ve already forgiven the murderer. They understand that his wife and young children are also innocent victims. Not only have they embraced them; they’ve grieved with them. Many of them attended his funeral in support of his family.

 

            Speaking for myself, I don’t think that I would have been able to do that. It’s not that I’m condemning his wife and children; it’s just that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near the scumbag, even though he’s dead. This brings me to another point I’d like to make.

 

            I am not against the media, print and electronic, reporting the news. This was news writ big. The media had an obligation to report what happened, when it happened, where it happened, how it happened, who did it (if known), and why it happened (if known). It rarely happens this way any longer, unfortunately.

 

            The diarrhea of rhetoric from the self-aggrandizing talking head twits that follows such tragedies manifested itself as it always does. All of the usual respondent groups were present or accounted for. The God folks, the gun control advocates, the “protect all us from everything” promoters, and the usual assortment of behavioral “experts”, all chimed in right on cue. The media, print and electronic, reported all of it as though it was a matter of divine revelation!

 

            The moderate God folks, as always, blamed everything on society’s moral decay. They claimed, right according to script, that this kind of behavior is now, predictably, commonplace because we’ve turned out backs on God. Oh, let’s not forget to mention the extremist morons from the Rev. Phelps gang who claimed that these children deserved to die because of the “queers.” I admire the genuineness of the former group. I don’t buy into it, but I respect it. The latter are nothing buy hate mongers. They make me sick and are the strongest proof we have that God may not exist.

 

            From the usual gathering of gun control advocates came the customary litany of reasons for taking all of the guns away from everyone, including the police. Of course, these folks never quite explain how this will get the guns away from the criminals who habitually commit the crimes.

 

            From the “protect us from everything” crowd, came the ad nauseam stream of dissertations declaring that this must never happen again and the steps we must take to ensure its prevention. Of course, if we followed their advice, we’d have no personal freedoms whatsoever. We’d be relatively safe, but why bother.

 

            From the behavioral “experts” came the endless, blathering analyses of what “makes a person do this stuff.” Of course, even when we figure it out, if we ever do, what are we going to do about it? My first suspicion is that we’ll do what we usually do: talk, talk, talk, and more talk.

 

            All of the talk about this unfortunate, hideous episode, along with all of the proposed remedies, have one thing in common. Neither the words, nor any of the proposed solutions will prevent the “NEXT TIME.”

 

            We can’t prevent a nut case from going ballistic anymore than we can prevent a determined terrorist from blowing up a plane full of innocent people. No matter how many guns we ban or bottles of shampoo we ban from carry-on luggage, or how many metal detectors we place in our public buildings, or how many countries we invade, or however many precautions we take, or how cautiously we scrutinize strangers, or how fervently we pray, we cannot guarantee our safety. All we can do is take reasonable precautions and hope for the best.

 

            Finally, I’ve never been much on praying for things. From everything that I’ve learned over the many years of my life, God’s responsive traits seem warily similar to those of us fallible humans instead of to those of an all powerful and omniscient Deity. In other words, He can be happy, sad, and pissed off, just like us. It’s either this or His earthly experts are not as “expert” as they’d have us believe.

 

            So, perhaps it all depends on how the petitioner states the request. For example, if we were to ask a minister if it’s ok to smoke while we pray, the answer would likely be a resounding NO! On the other hand, if we ask if it’s ok to pray while we smoke, the answer will probably be a begrudging yes. It all makes me wonder, if there IS a God, would He respond the same way, or would He toss a fireball at us for asking the question in the first place.

 

            When I was a kid, no more than 8-years old, I wanted a two-wheeler in the worst way. It wasn’t any old two-wheeler, either. It was an expensive one. My father could not have afforded it, but God…ah, He could have. Anyway, I prayed and prayed for that bike. I told one of the priests in our parish (I’m older, so this was the pre-molesting era) about how hard I was praying.

 

            He stopped me in my tracks and lectured me for fifteen minutes about not praying for material things. “We should only pray for two things. First, we pray for those things that will benefit humanity and bring glory to God,” he told me. “Second,” he continued, “we pray for the forgiveness of our own sins and those of humanity.”

 

            I wonder, to this day, what that priest was telling me. Was he telling me that I should not have wanted that bike, or that it was a sin for me to have wanted that bike? Or, was he telling me that I should have stolen one and asked God for forgiveness? Of course, I would not have stolen the bike. God may have forgiven me, but my old man would not have and he had a very effective way of making my backside experience the fires of hell! Compared to him, God was a push over.

 

            I’ll be back next week. Stay safe, at least as far as it is practical. Let the kids enjoy Halloween and REMEMBER that it’s only about a week or so until we regain that hour’s sleep we lost last spring!

 

Joseph Walther is a freelance writer and publisher of The True Facts. Copyright laws apply to all material on this site. Send your comments. Just click here.

You're gonna die for this, scumbag!

 

By Joseph Walther

 

There it was. Glaring in bold black, ¾-inch high text, reaching out from the front page of the local section of Delaware’s News Journal and virtually gut-punching many of its readers. “1993 death sentence struck down,” it said. Right on cue, the standard medley of sanctimonious condemnations spewed forth. All of the righteous, bible believin’, self-appointed servants of the Almighty promptly condemned all of those “do gooder”, murderer-lovin’, liberal judges for putting criminals’ rights ahead of victims’ rights.

 

            Not only does this stuff never stop, those who dare to question the logic behind such thinking also end up being condemned as “do gooder”, liberal murderer coddlers. Geez, it’s almost as bad as questioning a George W. Bush policy statement.

 

            Those who are not familiar with this case, may click here to read the entire account, including reader comments as permitted on DelwareOnLine.com, the News Journal’s web site. However, I’m not sure how long the archive will remain accessible. So, I’ll give a brief synopsis here.

 

            In January of 1992, Jack F. Outten and his cousins, brothers Steven and Nelson Shelton, lured a 64-year old man to an isolated area outside of Wilmington, Delaware. They beat him to death, almost beyond recognition, with a hammer. They were tried separately and their respective juries found each guilty. The physical evidence was overwhelming.

 

            In capital murder cases, Delaware law requires that a jury, via a simple majority vote, recommend a sentence of either death or life in prison without the possibility of parole. The presiding judge has the final say, but must give “great” weight to the jury’s recommendation.

 

            In accordance with Delaware’s law, the presiding judges in each case sentenced the defendant to death. Nelson Shelton waived his rights to appeal and the State executed him on March 17, 1995. Conversely, both Jack Outten and Steven Shelton appealed; each claiming ineffective council as grounds. In Steven Shelton’s case, the 3^rd Circuit Court of Appeals ruled against him. However, Outten’s appeal was successful.

 

            The 3^rd Circuit found that Outten’s original lawyers did not reasonably investigate his background; one that would have uncovered possible mitigating circumstances to avoid the death penalty. The fact that the sentencing jury never had the opportunity to hear about possible mitigating circumstances constituted sufficient grounds to strike down the death sentence.

 

            Delaware must now decide to either hold a new sentencing hearing with a new jury or accept the 3^rd Circuit’s ruling and commute Outten’s sentence to life without possibility of parole. I have no idea what will happen. However, in light of the original split jury recommendation—7 to 5 for the death penalty—I believe the original outcome may have been different. While probably just as split, it may have been in the other direction.

 

            The sixth amendment to the United States Constitution, among other things, grants a citizen accused of a crime the right to defense council. It not only guarantees a criminal defendant the right to council; it guarantees the right to “effective” council. Such council has a two-fold obligation relative to clients.

 

            The first is to make sure that the prosecution proves its case beyond a reasonable doubt. AND, that it does so within long established rules of evidence and ethics. Second is the obligation to instill reasonable doubt whenever possible within the same rules of evidence and ethics. In addition, whenever the death penalty is on the table and the latter is not possible, “effective” council MUST present ALL legitimate mitigating circum-stances that may eliminate a death sentence.

 

            Whether circumstances are mitigating is a question of fact, not law. In other words, a jury must decide the matter. However, this is impossible if the jury doesn’t hear them to begin with. Regardless of the reasons, his original lawyers failed in this respect. They are to blame, not the appellate courts or judges.

 

            Personally, I take no moral stand on the death penalty. In this respect, I’m indifferent relative to its use. However, as a member of a jury charged with such a decision, I’d vote no. I’d do so because I don’t believe it accomplishes what many death penalty proponents think. To me, the “death” penalty has more to do with vengeance than justice. Here’s why.

 

            To the righteous—and I mean this respectfully here—the execution of murderers constitutes legitimately depriving such people of their lives. I mean, perhaps they reason that it only seems fair, right? By such logic, if you murder someone, you die! As the day of reckoning dawns, the mind becomes obsessed with the thoughts of impending death. Is there a God? Is there a hell? Will it hurt? Such thoughts form a monopoly as the impending execution gets closer. The heart will be pounding in the head so loudly as the gurney comes into view that all other thoughts become insignificant by comparison.

 

            Perhaps the rationale is along the lines of, yes indeedy, scumbag, we’re dispatching you to God who is going to send you to the hell you so justly deserve. Hope you’re as scared as your victim was. Actually, we hope you’re a lot more scared.

 

            Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump. THA-thump. THA-Thump. THA-THUMP! THA-THUMP! THA-THUMP! THA-THUMPTHATHUMPTHATHUMP!

 

            What many death penalty proponents fail to realize is that wardens are required to offer the condemned a sedative shortly before the big event. Some of the condemned refuse it, but many accept it. It’s not strong enough to obliterate the impending doom, but it’s strong enough to take a significant edge off things. The condemned is still quite a bit nervous, but more along the lines of “let’s get it over with.”

 

            Also, what if there is no God, heaven or hell? Suppose that once blood stops flowing to the brain, all conscientiousness ceases. Once that last brain synapse fizzles out, there’s nothing else…eternal non-existence. No pain. No pleasure. Nothing, not even a recollection of ever having existed. As horrible and inconceivable as this thought is for bible believin’ people, it’s a possibility. If it turns out to be a reality, dying is no big deal. We’re not punishing these scumbags; we’re ending their suffering. Damn! That seems sooooo unfair.

 

            On the other hand, living for the rest of their natural lives in an 8 by 14 foot cell, under maximum-security prison conditions, plus the honor of being on twenty-four hour call as bubba’s bitch (and you just know that he’ll share you with others if the conditions are right)…now, THAT’S punishment. Hell, no. It’s even better than punishment. It’s vengeance and it’s a lot more fun than justice could ever be!

 

See you next week.

 

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