Southern Justice


It’s no shock that after I responded to whatsherface yesterday about her advocating the executing of fourth graders that I am the person who has been called naive or told she must be living in a bubble. Yep, that’s what I love about this area. I don’t like the idea of killing kids for their crimes so that makes me the whackjob. I’m sure that if I coated my anti-death penalty commentary with comments about how it goes against my strong faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and peppered it with misspellings and grammatical errors that I could gain a bit more respect. Alas, that just isn’t my style. They should just be glad I’m not calling them a bunch of right wing nut jobs with a fucked up sense of morality. That’s what I’ve felt like saying and that, sometimes, is my style. I don’t phrase it that way because WHNT has a history of taking commentary off of its page if it uses obscene language. (This is where I shall lament that, yet again, they continue to leave up commentary that involves a reference to lynching, but will quickly find and delete anything that so much as hints at a four-letter word.)

Oy. Vey.

I wonder if these wonderful God-fearing people realize that, when it came right down to it, Jesus probably wasn’t a very big fan of capital punishment. It was, after all, his cause of death. He was believed to be a big bad and had to pay the ultimate price for that. It’s like the best proof that the death penalty isn’t really that great of an idea. Then again, these are people who believe in celebrating Good Friday, which is basically an anniversary for his death sentence, and in wearing necklaces that have shiny versions of his method of execution (The Cross) on them. Sometimes Christianity can seem truly fucked up. No, wait. Maybe its just Christians who can seem truly fucked up. Jesus himself seemed like an okay dude. (As he wore sandals & preached peace/forgiveness, I feel that the use of the term dude is not sacrilegious. Let’s face it: Jesus was a hippie.)

Anyway, I’m sure that tomorrow there will be people saying that they’re praying for my immortal soul while preying on my naïveté and tendency toward disagreeing with everything that comes out of their mouths. Eh, it doesn’t really bother me. It’s frustrating and annoying on a certain level. It is scary that people like this exist, but it really doesn’t bother me that they do because I’m just so used to this kind of attitude in this area. Have I mentioned lately that I really wish I didn’t live in this part of the country anymore? Because that is pretty much what I’m always feeling.


About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.