RELEASE DENIED
Things are a little strange in Canada when it comes to killers, and it gets stranger when you turn to psychopathic killers who are practically bestial in their carnage only to walk away with barely a wink of an eye in the way of retribution. Pickton confessed on the sly to killing 50 but gets convicted of six, gets lots of encouragement to appeal, and why not? He's got nothing but time (you might wish).
The 12 year old Medicine Hat killer, now 14 goin' on 15, will be free when she's 18, mature enough to know better by then, we kind of hope.
Two devious and pestilent sadists who devastated the Proctor family have the privilege of applying for parole in 10 years from this week. They're counting the days that Kimberly Proctor has had erased.
Mark Twitchell took centre stage, finally, his dream had come true in Edmonton. He dazzled the world with the way he scripted, acted (fooled), savaged, and dispassionately disposed of another human being. The story got more compelling everyday because Mark Twitchell was re-writing it every day, and revealing the true nature of a stupid man who may have borderline psychopathic tendancies, and has tendancies enough to be dangerous more than once. We don't know how soon he gets to go back to Tim Horton's, but my opinion is, it won't be long. They will probably parole him on the grounds that he stay away from computers and other writing devices, including typewriters.
Out of atrocities that match any horrors concocted by the human imagination emerges Cocaine-shooting child killer Allan Schoenborn whose infantcide was appalling, senseless, drug addled, and done out of sheer psychopathic vengence. Out he comes from incarceration three years after the pitilous slaughter of a budding family. Oh, yes, in Canada, like Rwanda, some of these senseless slaughters are punishable by visits to Starbucks.
That's right, citizens of British Columbia, and visitors from abroad, this child killer was able to whine his way out of complete incarceration, and a panel of criminological types on a board in or around B.C. have put out the welcome mat for Allan Dwayne Shoenborn to apply for escorted day trips into the community. I hope they put up lots of signs so nobody else has to go out while this is happening.
Reports say that Allan Dwayne Shoenborn has made appearences in front of a review panel, and that apparently he continues to display hostility to his ex-wife, and argumentative or unassailable anger toward the institution, nevertheless, to his way of thinking he's been cooped up long enough. It's time for Allan Dwayne Shoenborn to step out and stretch his legs and go for coffee, according to Allan Dwayne Shoenborn, who has managed to convince the review panel (if not the B.C. Crown Prosecutor) that trips out are probably just fine.
What ever it was the confessed assailant said in those reviews was effective because on April 05, 2011, Bernd Walter, Chairperson, signed the disposition to let Allan Dwayne Shoenborn ascend over society. Some people might say killing the guy with coffee, slowly like that, seems more like an expense than a rehabilitation. So the question becomes, what are we dealing with here? He's a profoundly disturbed individual that nobody outside a panel in a mental hospital really wants to see, not up close, not in a window, and not in the street.
Honestly, this will not be good for the cafes when this guy comes in for a beverage. The review panel has determined that Allan Dwayne Shoenborn be permitted in public pools, like the rest of us who don't massacre our families. It's a peculiar mystification of justice, an unreal picture, frankly, that entertains the need of a multiple murderer to exercise a privilege, while the vast majority wishes him some form of justice, after the erasure of so much life that he, and he alone, somehow had the right to take.
In light of the recent sentencing of the two murderous psychopaths in Victoria, B.C., who need about 100 years of psychotherapy each (to get started) and who wait patiently hoping for ten years before their next parole hearing, and the fact that a 12-year-old psychopath killed her family and walks free in about two years or so, and in light of the fact that Starbucks is now a favourite haunt of mass murderers who actually get away with it, ya know, scot-free, in light of all this, it's time to take a look at the future, and whether or not the criminal justice system should sort out the priorities in order to actually protect society from facing atrocious killers when they are still panting from the rushes they felt in their killing sprees.
People who spill rampant amounts of human blood, reek havoc on all sorts of lives, take lives, torture lives to death, these people have taken a privileged place in society, not just in the minds of the members of society, but in the seats, in the malls, the tony coffee shops, the up-town cities like Montreal (where Karla savours memories of what she did to three teenage girls, did to death). It's the kinds of things these people do that earns them the privilege to be escorted on trips to gush over triple lattes at Starbucks, and swim in the pools with the taxpayers footing the bill, and swimming with the taxpayers! Now that's privilege. It permits people the likes of Willie Pickton to awaken each day to big dreams. Bigger dreams than a lot of us.
