legends won in defeat
legends won in defeat
WTF????!!!! I simply cannot contain my outrage.
Drunken teen, with three times the legal blood-alcohol limit, driving more than twice the legal speed limit, kills four people and cripples two more.
His defense is that he was too coddled by an overly-insular, affluent upbringing to have properly learned right from wrong, to have learned that actions have consequences.
And the idiotic judge actually bought into this bullshit. Texas State District Judge Jean Boyd gave him ten years of probation and a six-month stint undergoing “therapy” in a five-star facility, replete with fine resort amenities, where the so-called therapy includes things such as horseback riding and tennis.
This judge is an execrable disgrace and needs to be summarily removed by whatever means is available in Texas.
And if one of the victims had been my loved one, I wouldn’t hesitate to take the now brazenly nullified law into my own two hands, and mete out directly this snot-nosed little bastard’s due measure of justice. And I’d do so with a full understanding of the consequences I would have to face. Without justice, there can be no civilization worth standing.
smithed in a fiery
honed to bear-skinning edge
along broadblade duality
point drawn deadly sharp
turned trailblazer tool
to wicked formidable
slashed violent legend
across savage lands
cut to even the odds
in that sandbar fight
dispatched three assassins
back home amid stirred
rise of armed revolution
by bold restive Texans
then died a proud
iron willed death
inside the Alamo walls
but its scions survived
in tooled leather sheaths
strapped on hard living legs
of the hard dying soldiers
of fortune and fortitude
carving the routes
of a bloodlust expansion
that chased Spanish rule
from unstoppable destiny
Writer Lynne Sargent
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