Or maybe I already have...
Yeah, no doubt in my mind.
circa 09/24/11, Iowa State Capitol
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
"I'm a Catholic..." (Dream)
07/31/06 Dream recorded.
I just joined the KVPD Police force and after training, I was on the night shift. I was in with death row inmates and our job was to arrange and carry out executions. Each day a different officer brought an inmate out, put them in a chair and executed them by firearm.
There was a public viewing area in front with benches and chairs. The entire room was very spacious with Italian rose marble pillars. When my day came up, we led a tall, middle-aged fat woman out to the chair. Her family was seated along the aisle and they cried and moaned and pleaded as we passed. The woman snatched one of her grandchildren and would not let her go. We officers had to keep the family back while trying to subdue the woman.
We finally pulled the kid from her arms and I rushed the woman to the chair. Along the way, in the confusion and hysteria, I explained to her that I was a Catholic and that this wasn't something I wanted to do - it was just a job and I hated it. She sat down in the chair, looked up in my eyes and said, "Fine, just get this over with. Do me quick because I don't want to know I'm dying."
I tried to reason with the Sgt. but he kept telling me everyone had cold feet on their first time. I stood behind the woman and put my long-barrel .357 magnum to the back of her head. I spoke a Hail Mary aloud to her, maybe to calm her - but probably to calm myself - as I pulled the trigger. Just as the cylinder turned, she flinched, her neck muscles tensing up, and I blew a hole in the back of her head.
She lay there on the floor with her eyes open and mouth twitching. Regulations required we put a total of 3 rounds into the criminal's head, so I fired again into her face and finally placed the last one in her temple. The last shot was the most difficult because the sights of the gun were covered in bloody flesh.
The coroner arrived and checked her pulse, announced the hour of death and the cleaners began picking up the pieces of her skull. The Sgt. told me, as per policy, I could go home early. I stood around and talked with the other guys for a while to calm my nerves. They shared stories of past executions including a time an officer had to physically hold a man down and pump three rounds into his skull.
I drove home. Traffic seemed to speed by me and everything in my car seemed to go really slow. I eventually came to some road construction, stopped my car and got out. Rather than drive around it, I decided to walk through it. I had my uniform pants and a bloody white tshirt, and I was carrying my unholstered .357. People passed by staring at me and all I could do was think of the woman I'd just killed.
I just joined the KVPD Police force and after training, I was on the night shift. I was in with death row inmates and our job was to arrange and carry out executions. Each day a different officer brought an inmate out, put them in a chair and executed them by firearm.
There was a public viewing area in front with benches and chairs. The entire room was very spacious with Italian rose marble pillars. When my day came up, we led a tall, middle-aged fat woman out to the chair. Her family was seated along the aisle and they cried and moaned and pleaded as we passed. The woman snatched one of her grandchildren and would not let her go. We officers had to keep the family back while trying to subdue the woman.
We finally pulled the kid from her arms and I rushed the woman to the chair. Along the way, in the confusion and hysteria, I explained to her that I was a Catholic and that this wasn't something I wanted to do - it was just a job and I hated it. She sat down in the chair, looked up in my eyes and said, "Fine, just get this over with. Do me quick because I don't want to know I'm dying."
I tried to reason with the Sgt. but he kept telling me everyone had cold feet on their first time. I stood behind the woman and put my long-barrel .357 magnum to the back of her head. I spoke a Hail Mary aloud to her, maybe to calm her - but probably to calm myself - as I pulled the trigger. Just as the cylinder turned, she flinched, her neck muscles tensing up, and I blew a hole in the back of her head.
She lay there on the floor with her eyes open and mouth twitching. Regulations required we put a total of 3 rounds into the criminal's head, so I fired again into her face and finally placed the last one in her temple. The last shot was the most difficult because the sights of the gun were covered in bloody flesh.
The coroner arrived and checked her pulse, announced the hour of death and the cleaners began picking up the pieces of her skull. The Sgt. told me, as per policy, I could go home early. I stood around and talked with the other guys for a while to calm my nerves. They shared stories of past executions including a time an officer had to physically hold a man down and pump three rounds into his skull.
I drove home. Traffic seemed to speed by me and everything in my car seemed to go really slow. I eventually came to some road construction, stopped my car and got out. Rather than drive around it, I decided to walk through it. I had my uniform pants and a bloody white tshirt, and I was carrying my unholstered .357. People passed by staring at me and all I could do was think of the woman I'd just killed.
Monday, September 12, 2011
The Depot (travel)
Who dares disturb the slumber of the dead?
Upon this hallowed ground do footsteps ring;
Upon this earth, the beating hearts.
But through shafts of light do shadows break
And splinter forth into springs,
A well of life poured out…
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