Armed with a mandate owed to Republican intransigence, Tennesseans are getting a cold, hard look at what Democrat fascism looks like.
Still reeling from an electoral speedball caused from huffing too many self-congratulatory fumes at his Inauguration and 150 cc’s of weapons grade hubris mainlined into his pulsing combover, Commandante Bredesen has fired a hotload across the bow of the first timid Republican state congress since Reconstruction.
Let’s hope their tiny, little penises don’t curl up inside of them as if to hide behind the eternally flashing neon “vacancy” sign over their scrotums.
Just this week he’s sought several new ways to raise taxes, hate on Whitey, banning smoking statewide, run over the citizenry with his car, and now most egregiously, waiting until after the election to Executive Order in his opposition to the death penalty. What? Didn’t he mention that during his campaign?
“I am a supporter of the death penalty (*cough, cough* bullshit). I believe, in addition, that it is incumbent on the state to carry out these sentences constitutionally and appropriately.
“In the process of preparing for litigation surrounding the lethal injection procedure used in our state, this is litigation in Judge Trauger’s Court, the office of the Attorney General and the staff of the Department of Correction have identified deficiencies with our written procedures that raise concerns that they are not adequate to preclude mistakes in the future.
“By separate orders of reprieve, because of this, we will this day grant reprieves to four individuals…”
Seeing as how Democrats have been running this state for the last 130 years, who exactly has been making said “mistakes”?
And who are The Ferocious Four that benefited from His magnaminity today you might ask? Just the typical DemocRAT core constituent:
Daryl Keith Holton – self-confessed quadruple 1st degree child murderer. Diagnosed by five doctors as being competent to stand trial. Four years after divorce from his wife, Model Citizen Keith had visitation of his four children.
Daddy, Daddy! Guess what I want for Christmas.
Unfortunately, little 4-yr old Kayla wasn’t wishing for a 7.62mm to her back as selfish daddy made her turn away so he wouldn’t be overly-traumatized by killing her and her three brothers (ages 6, 10 & 12) and hiding their bodies under a tarp in his uncle’s garage. He told them they were going Christmas shopping.
Now they’re Christmas shopping in Heaven. Awww…and you thought there wouldn’t be a happy ending.
Fast forward 10 years and now Governor Phil gets to play Santa. But no, he won’t be dispatching Yuletide Justice like old Keith did!
“I’m satisfied with the findings of the state court’s jury and the sentences of death,” he’s quoted as saying in a transcript from the hearing last summer in Knoxville. “I believe the death sentence is appropriate for the crime which I was convicted.
“I just don’t have a problem with it,” he said.
He must be crazy! He disagreed with our Governor who contends that the system ain’t broke but he’ll fix it. Stick this case in your pocket the next time they say “it’s for the children”. After reading the case, he should have just killed his ex-wife and been sentenced to life. Maybe next time.
Edward Jerome Harbison – murdered an old lady while in commission of felony burglary. Another self-confessed killer:
In a taped statement, he confessed to killing Mrs. Russell. Harbison stated that after he drove his girlfriend home from work, he and Schreane went to the Russell home, determined that it was empty, and used a screwdriver to break into the residence. While he and Schreane were carrying the stolen items from the house and the apartment to their car, Mrs. Russell returned home. Harbison contended that he thought Mrs. Russell was reaching for a gun, so he grabbed her. He stated that he hit her with the marble vase, â€œat the mostâ€ two times.
The coroner sold a slightly different version to a jury that was not nearly as politically savvy as our Dear Leader:
Mrs. Russellâ€™s body was found inside this apartment. Medical examiners determined that the cause of her death was â€œmassive multiple skull fractures with marked lacerations of the scalp and head, expelling brain tissue and literally crushing the victimâ€™s face and disfiguring her beyond recognition.â€
Eh, two times, ten times…how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop? Hell if I know! How many vase strikes to the face does it take to get to some old lady’s brain matter while I’m robbing her house? Stayed! Enjoy your hot, assthumping buttsex for another 90 days while the 28th year of cold fronts fall across Mrs. Russell’s grave.
Michael Joe Boyd – A two-fer! While on parole for 2nd degree murder, Mike got his girlfriend to lure William Price back to the infamous Lorraine Motel. Much like MLK, Jr., Boyd (now known as Mika’eel Abdullah Abdus Samad) had a dream too. Unfortunately for William Price it was deeply rooted in his wallet. Glock, glock..know what I’m saying?
And last, but certainly not least:
The victims of Payne’s offenses were 28-year-old Charisse Christopher, her 2-year-old daughter Lacie, and her 3-year old son Nicholas. […]
When the first police officer arrived at the scene, he immediately encountered Payne who was leaving the apartment building, so covered with blood that he appeared to be ” `sweating blood.’ ” The officer confronted Payne, who re- sponded, ” `I’m the complainant.’ ” Id., at 3-4. When the officer asked, ” `What’s going on up there?’ ” Payne struck the officer with the overnight bag, dropped his tennis shoes, and fled.
Inside the apartment, the police encountered a horrifying scene. Blood covered the walls and floor throughout the unit. Charisse and her children were lying on the floor in the kitchen. Nicholas, despite several wounds inflicted by a butcher knife that completely penetrated through his body from front to back, was still breathing. Miraculously, he survived, but not until after undergoing seven hours of surgery and a transfusion of 1700 cc’s of blood 400 to 500 cc’s more than his estimated normal blood volume. Charisse and Lacie were dead.
Charisse’s body was found on the kitchen floor on her back, her legs fully extended. She had sustained 42 direct knife wounds and 42 defensive wounds on her arms and hands. The wounds were caused by 41 separate thrusts of a butcher knife. None of the 84 wounds inflicted by Payne were individually fatal; rather, the cause of death was most likely bleeding from all of the wounds.
Lacie’s body was on the kitchen floor near her mother. She had suffered stab wounds to the chest, abdomen, back, and head. The murder weapon, a butcher knife, was found at her feet. Payne’s baseball cap was snapped on her arm near her elbow. Three cans of malt liquor bearing Payne’s fingerprints were found on a table near her body, and a fourth empty one was on the landing outside the apartment door.
Payne was apprehended later that day hiding in the attic of the home of a former girlfriend. … He had blood on his body and clothes and several scratches across his chest. It was later determined that the blood stains matched the victims’ blood types. …His overnight bag, containing a bloody white shirt, was found in a nearby dumpster.
Yea. Some real questions marks out of these four cases.
We need to revisit the little boxes of Holton’s kids although we may need to sob a little louder over the deaf one.
We need to get Gary Sinise and the rest of the CSI cast to pickup an old piece of bone, tilt their heads a little and show that rote look of detached concern as they attempt to reconstruct what was left of Mrs. Russell’s face.
We need to pour our 40oz. on the curb for William Price whose attempt to nab some snappy nappy got him pushing up daisies for his ducats.
We need to examine the skin found under Charisse’s fingernails one more time. We need to count her 84 stab wounds again. We need to pry open little Lacie’s eyes to see if Pervis Payne’s reflection is still engraved after all of these years.
After perusing this rogue’s gallery, it turns out that the real monster was just given a statewide mandate to loose every burglarizing, child-killing rapist upon the public and hand them the keys to City Hall.
Thanks again to every aisle crossing pantshitter who voted for this Napoleon complexed tyrant.
CORRECTION: Removed Governor’s blame from Van Hilleary. Although he ran for Governor in 2002 and lost, he did play the spoiler in the 2006 Senate race to effectively hand an unnecessarily narrow win to milquetoast candidate Corker.