Tookie, the Govenator just kissed off your last chance, in case you didn't catch his famous one-liner. And so now it's time to pay for being
the big, bad, fearless anti-social malcontent you were (and whether you still are or are not, I don't frankly care one whit). Bid your lawyers "adios," then reminisce--until they call you for that final walk--about your letters of nomination for the Nobel Peace Prize (what a joke!--the Swedish Nobel Selection Committee must have been co-opted by the hashish, free-love crowd that distinguished the "creative, sensitive" sides of Sweden in the 1960s).There's still time before midnight tonight to also dedicate a few copies of those kiddies' books you wrote with such loving, tender insight to some of the bros' kids, many of whom are still being reared in the tradition of violence and the primitive lifestyle you founded. You must take great pride in the fact that the bros and their broods still populate and are still propagating their existence in your nationally-based criminal gangs that still prey on people in the big cities.
Yes, yes, I know you say you found Jesus a long time ago, and despite the fact that most people don't believe your epiphany was genuinely from Above, --I'm easy. Most people would say
that your seeing the Light is a boringly typical jail-bird's discovery soon after he realizes he ain't so tough any more, being left to pace a 9 x 12 cell night and day. I'd get Jesus too--for real--if it'd ease my conscience and might even turn out to be a ticket out of jail with the help of a bunch of Hollywood creeps enrolled in various New Age Enlightenment sects!Well, pardner, the jig's up, as they say! Unless a tsunami washes away San Quentin Prison this afternoon, you can thank the U.S. legal system (not God, you creep) that gave you 20 long, unnecessary years of appeals and the time to feign your "rehabilitation." Twenty years that your many victims, dead and alive, did not have to contemplate and build their lives!
Pack your spiritual bags, Tookie and get ready to meet either your Maker or His Nemesis--if you're really a repentant Man of God as you claim, you ought to thank also California for providing you a shortcut to His throne. If I really believed you were a truly remorseful, repentant man, I'd say "vaya con Dios," but candidly, I doubt that my lip-synching that phrase would do you any good.
Instead, my counsel is: Lie down, don't fight the leather straps, and when they turn
on the microphone to carry your words to the spectators' gallery, apologize to each victim's family for the unspeakable pain you have caused them the past 20 years. Then, if it gives you comfort, ask the padre to make the sign of the cross over your body and then take the needle like a man.Oh yeah, you ought to thank California that they did away with death by strangling at the end of a noose or smoking from your eyeballs in "Old Sparky"--both rough by-ways to transcendence. You will go without agony--a luxury you didn't accord your victims. By the way, do not say as you exit, "until we meet again"--'cause we really don't want to have to put up with you again, bro!
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