There was a time when I was steadfast against the death penalty. Then I had children, and I thought - god damn, if anyone ever harms one of my kids I will tear their body from limb to limb. And if anyone should ever have the moral depravity to murder one of my children, I will not let that person go to trial, for I will slice off his head and shit down his neck before it ever gets that far.
That said, David Westerfield should be hung by his balls and left to die.
I watched the sentencing on television. More than once, the defense attorney made me want to kick the tv screen.
He blathered on and on about how the judge should "spare the community" the trauma of going through endless appeals and stays of execution and then the execution itself; that the judge, by ruling in favor of the death penalty, would be punishing the community and the family of the victim by making them wait out Westerfield's death.
Give me a break. Does this man think that life without parole would make the pain any easier to bear? Knowing that this monster, this child killer, is sitting in prison, getting meals and exercise and reading books for the rest of his life? Sure, he'll probably become someone's bitch and take it up the ass a couple of times, and I'm sure, given that "code of ethics" that seems to exist in prisons, Westerfield would take a couple of down home beatings for his crime. But to stand in front of the judge and have the nerve to say that not giving the death penalty would spare the community pain and anguish is the biggest crock of bullshit I've heard in ages. Like that attorney really gives a crap about the long-term grieving process of the victim's family and friends.
Die, Westerfield. Die a horrid, gruesome, death. I hope you get the chair and it misfires, causing your death to be drawn out and more painful than anything you ever imagined.