Ever notice how prison inmates, especially those scumbags on death row, once confronting execution, suddenly whine and moan and scream and beg for leniency? That would be a cry for mercy they never gave their innocent victims.
These cold-blooded killers aren’t so tough behind bars, clamoring for legal help when forced to eat Nutraloaf.
Eventually, they will eat, and eat, and eat, thanks to you and me, the taxpayers who keep the worst of the worst sheltered and alive, in many case for decades.
One death row inmate gained weight in prison, and then tried to use his obesity to spare his life. Richard Cooey argued he was too fat to be executed, that something could go wrong during the lethal injection.
“You can’t kill me. Look at me. I’m too fat.”
And why not? All you need to do is get your case heard by some bonehead judge, and for the next who knows how many years, you’re stuffing your face again, courtesy of Uncle Sam as you plot your next bunch of appeals.
No such luck for Cooey. A judge didn’t fall for his nonsense. Prison officials had no trouble finding veins through all his blubber. Imagine that. Cooey was executed today.
Cooey expressed no remorse for his crimes in his last words.
"For what? You (expletive) haven't paid any attention to anything I've said in the last 22 1/2 years, why would anyone pay any attention to anything I've had to say now.”
Richard Cooey will never be forced to eat Nutraloaf ever again. Now that’s justice.
