I spent some time with the Divine Light today, praying for the life of Troy Davis.  I'm a little rusty on the whole prayer stuff, due to my personal beliefs that I won't bore you with.  However, the concept of an innocent man being sent to the electrocution chair at seven p.m., had me tossing up a word or two.

I had, in light of things, a fantastic, beyond the stars and the sun, kind of day.  The kind of day that one could love, even if one had spent some quality time with the concept of death.  Not death in general.  Not the faraway genocide.  Not even the lingering pain of a loved one lost.  You know it before I write it:  the contemplation, the planning and even attempt on the end of this life.  This mortal coil.

That said, I am amazed by the terrible pain that the human soul seems to absorb.  Martina, the sister of Mr. Davis, even though battling her own cancer, has led the fight for a man who has been on Death Row for seventeen years.  Today, they gained a crumb.  A mote of hope.  This family and the family of the slain police-man deserve every and any kind of prayer, bounty, blessing and love.  But above and beyond that, all parties should find truth and justice.

 On September 12th   I wrote my first post about the impending execution of Troy Davis.  If there is some one out there that actually reads my blog, you have been witness to my ongoing obsession on his terrible fate.  Indeed, I may have lost a scant reader, or two due to my concerns about the awful injustice awarded Mr. Davis.  But more important for me; this has been a lesson, on so many levels.

Obviously, there was the issue of the Death Penalty.  For a purported Christian country, we have a long way to go, in terms of turning the other cheek.  I'm against the death penalty for several reasons.  It does not work as a determent against heinous crimes.  The skew shows that the overwhelming people who end up on Death Row are A.) Southern, B.) African-American, C.) Male, D.) Poor, E.) Mentally ill or diminished.  And those people cost the States and tax-payers boat-loads of money in terms of appeals.

I'm not saying that there are no truly evil people who walk and prey amongst us.  I'm merely suggesting that we may need to look at our system of justice.  It is far more costly to keep a person on Death Row, as apposed to life behind bars.  In the latter form, a convict could contribute on many levels:  working with service dogs, reaching out to at-risk populations and, as I volunteer in a prison for women, I believe that they would deeply benefit from the programs that used to exist in the '70's.

I have no real idea about how to "tag" this blog.  I started it because I was pissed off about the double standards  surrounding the "DC Madam" trial.  She got  arrested, booked, processed and convicted, without any of her public official, statesman or other Washington elite clients being asked to testify, let alone receiving any summons themselves.  They all walk free, most of them still in government positions.

Deborah Jeane Palfrey was a mere tadpole in the pond that she moved in.   I should add that I don't give a  crap what you do with your personal life, as long as it doesn't hurt others.  Oh, and if you've been breaking the rules, you 'fess up, rather than let one person be the fall guy.  For example, Ms. Palfrey.  Facing a long jail sentence, she chose to kill herself , rather than face life behind bars.

I was furious about the double standard that applied to Ms. Palfrey.  Where were her famous clients, during court proceedings?  Oh, silly me, they were busy running the local government and big business.  I'm so new to this American justice, that I thought that there would be people in the know, i.e. clients, testifying in return for reduced sentences.  (You can see a short list of the wankers involved in the links to previous posts).

I suppose that what it comes down to, is that the lovely word "parity" is a long time in coming if you are:


*Poor.
*Female
*A person of colour
*Mentally diminished
*Mentally ill
*Physically disabled
*Not a fan of Baby Jesus and His Pet Cow  (thanks, Auguston)!

Of course, that's just my opinion, silly twit that I am.