As ever, John offers no reasoned defense of the death penalty machinery today.
He simply tosses bloody, rotting red meat into the square, hoping for a wild mob to go… berserk.
He sniffs that he “might not watch” if Whiskey Pete Hegseth decides to execute the man on live TV — by firing squad.
Thus, he concedes the larger and more important point: this entire move is “bread and circuses” — like in the waning days of ancient Rome.
It all simply plays to the least common denominator — among the unwashed masses.
The whole shit show is well beneath modern civic dignity.
Thanks, John, for reminding us of that.
[I’m in the air now — on a plane back to Chicago as I type this… Forgive any typos.]
Out.
