Tuesday, March 19, 2013


Tales from the police blotter …  Woman shoplifts …. Man double-parks …. and then this:

T.J. Lane is guilty but not sorry for killing three high school classmates. His lack of remorse was printed on the shirt he wore to his sentencing in an Ohio court and conveyed by the middle finger he flipped to those he has hurt.
The 18-year-old Chardon, Ohio, student was sentenced to life in prison  for a February 2012 school shooting in which Lane killed three students and wounded three others with a .22-caliber handgun. Lane pleaded guilty last month.
He killed Demetrius Hewlin, 16, Russell King Jr., 17, and Daniel Parmertor, 16. Officials said Lane, an alternative-school student, fired 10 shots in the Chardon High School cafeteria.
Yet Lane was not so sorrowful.
Wearing a wrinkled white T-shirt with the word "killer" printed on it in big block letters -- revealed after Lane unbuttoned his shirt in court -- he smirked through the Tuesday proceedings, at one point turning to address the victims' families….

"All in a day's work ... "

Ahh…  And what did he say to the victims’ families -- “I’m not sorry”?/ “It was a blast?”/”I’d do it again” ????
No, nothing like that;  something quite surprising.

~~ “The hand that pulled the trigger that killed your sons
now masturbates to the memory," ~~

This is poetry.  -- Evil poetry, to be sure; but so was much of that of Baudelaire.  It goes beyond what any one of us could have invented.

~~ “The hand that pulled the trigger that killed your sons
now masturbates to the memory," ~~

-- No no, don’t worry;  I’m not about to drone on about Oh how awful, If only we had the death penalty, etc. etc., as hundreds of  readers have already done. ‘Twere pointless to add one more voice to the chorus.

Nor am I going to join with the cynical literati who abetted the likes of Jack Henry Abbott, Violette Nozières, or the Marquis de Sade, celebrating his ‘transgressive’ challenge to bourgeois society etc.
Rather -- I … stand in awe;  almost, as it were, a kind of respectful awe (tinged with fear, but for Him who is the rock of our defense): 
for here, it seems,  we may actually -- might actually be gazing upon the face of the Dark One, the Prince of Lies,
yea, Satan himself,  incarnate in a human frame.

This killer is not a victim.  He may well be (literally) possessed by the Devil:  but he invited the Devil in.  Our Father granted us Free Will, to be used for good or ill.

You might think it eccentric to notice the poetic (albeit diabolical) quality of the couplet highlighted above.   But others have noticed this aspect as well:

~~ “The hand that pulled the trigger that killed your sons
now masturbates to the memory," ~~

This is serious stuff, folks -- serious in a deep way, beyond the actual murders.
The subject is touched-upon in the following story:

The detective versus an unnamed evil thing:
A tale of madness, and of the uncanny --
Murphy Calls-in a Specialist
Available for Kindle or Nook


[Update:  I have since viewed the tape of this segment of the trial, and  in light thereof, must revise my assessment.
The surprising thing is -- He steps all over the line.  He mumbles, he is withdrawn, he ruins it. He might actually be quoting -- that sort of line occurred again and again in fascist poetry after World War I.   It does not seem to be an actual devil speaking:  the Devil would be Prouder of that line.
To outward view, the young man is an obvious sociopath.   The question is whether, behind that persona or inside that hull, there dwells a devil;  a human pimple / frightened asshole;  or another, smaller sociopath, after the manner of Russian dolls.]

Pour d’autres friandises
de la confiserie 
du docteur Justice,


1 comment:

  1. Lord have mercy on us all. On him, certainly. My prayer is that he repents and spends his prison years in fruitful prayer. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.