Argh! The justice system of Canada is one of the most frustrating things I have ever known! Do you know that inmates can get priority on surgeries, when people who are RELEASED FROM THE CUSTODY OF CRRECTION FACILITIES GET SHOVED ASIDE! It irritates the hell out of me. I can count multiple times where I've heard of friends or family going in for surgeries to find that it's been pushed back by a MORE IMMEDIATE victim. My grandfather had lung cancer. He died waiting after being pushed back THREE TIMES! It wasn't the hospitals fault, because there apparantly was nothing they could do. I don't know the specifics of these surguries, but if I found out that my grandfather had sacraficed his life for someone who was doing a life centance, I would go berzerk!

 

That's not the worst irony of the justice system... do you know that if someone on death row down in the United States has some sort of severe medical problem... say, a brain hemorage, they have to give assistance, on TOP PRIORITY! THE GUY'S SCHEDUALED TO DIE! I know I must take into account the person in question may still not be guilty, but it defeats the purpose of the ultimate punishment. It becomes a question of revenge then.

 

I shouldn't watch T.V.... It's rotting my mind, making me ask questions I know I shouldn't bother with... but still! It's too rediculous to even start thinking about!

 

Now, don't start thinking I advocate the death penalty. I figure that if they did a crime like that, they should be punished. What I wonder is why we don't build a offshore penal colony from a old oil deric or something... let them grow thier own food and lead a miserable life... If they kill one another, let it be so... patroll the outer defences with antiaircraft weaponry and motion tracking weapon systems... limit technology to it's most crudest forms, and let the bugers live out thier sentace the hard way, not earning points with the people but surviving on a day by day basis.

 

Hell, if the corrections department wanted, they could even televise it and sell it to TV stations...

 

No, I'm not wrathfull about criminals. Hell, from some of the things I did when I was younger, I should be doing time in The Lockup, but I'm not. I'm just that diplomatic...

 

Fuck, I was stuckup at that age... I was intelegent, and it all went to my head. I thought I was infallible, and I almost was... but I got ratted out... I had to have help... My friend was a fucktard and left solid evidence... his fucking gloves and touqe... That's what basis they got him on... They never proved I was there, but as for heresay evidence, they got more then was enough.

 

My parents painted me as a demon child, and my friend implicated me... but there was no charges filed, for the people only wanted us to pay for the damages, and we were forced to split it... two years of working for my stepdad for no pay and he said I still hadn't payed up...

 

The fact of the matter is the correctional people of British Columbia are shity... they catch the guy, but the courts never take all the evidence into account, or most of the evidence is inadmissable because it's circumstantial... Laymands turms, it's connecting by circumstance...

 

There are some times that I wish I had been jailed... we all have things to hide and that we regret, and I am a sinkhole of mistakes, fuckups, and the hole nine yards... don't think I'm being depressive, if you've ever got me to relax and actually trust you... ACTUALLY TRUST... you'll know. I'm scary deep down inside, a rotten core insode a fresh apple. I must reiterate that my friends have said I won't be alone for long... That's wrong, and it's sad that I know that... If you've seen the me when I feel comfortable, you'll know I'm a sick bastard... I don't deserve the life I have, no matter how unlucky it seems to be.

 

There are times I dwell on what it would have been like had I been jailed. What would have changed. For one, I would have a life sentance by now. It's true that intelegence is easily warped to evil ends. I spent my whole grade nine year plotting to kill... never did, but I did some other horrid stuff that is yet to be exposed... It'll take a mericle for them to get me on it even if it was... that's why I don't speak in specifics... you know the old paper trail routine? That's what I'm trying to avoid.

 

You kow that old line "I face the day with my head caved in..."? It's funny how that descrbes so many of my feelings. I feel that my life has a point, but after it has fufilled that, I'll be pointless. A walking zombie, if you will. Hell, I'm already that. What more do you need?

 

"Patient 23 to the lobotomie room..."

 

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Well, this has gotten rather depressive, hasn't it? I guess it has to do with all the shit that usually happens around this time of year... family members going terminal... pets suffering from incurable disorders... brain feeling like it's going to explode out of my skull...

 

Hey, that's what they have painkillers for, right?

 

 

 

Would someone please remind me to pick up more?

 

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Ah, here they are... Thought I ran out... Stupid messy computer desk...

 

Another fun fact of life... I'm addicted to pain killers... wonderful, eh?

 

Well, there wouldn't be a problem, if it wasn't for the fact that my brain is a majorly disabled fucked up piece of shit. I have to think of all thesse things and stay awake 23 out of every 24 hours thinking about them. I've even thoughyt about ridding myself of the contamination of biology... Not yet though...

 

Still too much work to be done...

 

-The Iron Weasle, Overlord of Detestment