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Have you got a personal axe to grind or something?
The death penalty.
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Have you got a personal axe to grind or something?
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No, answer the question, what did you or the bleeding hearts do to protect them.
They kill they die, simple and effective.
And primitive, ignorant, vengeful, demeaning, uncivilised, damaging....
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What would the 'hang em high' brigade have done to protect them?
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Considering the possibility he would die for sure if caught, Holly and Jessica may still be alive.
If the death penalty save just one child then it proves it works.
Our society is on a downward spiral to hell. How long before the law of the jungle takes over and killing a few kids for food is acceptable.
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But as the USA model I've given you proves - there is a massive drop in murders in the states that have banned the death penalty. If you really want to keep the murder rate down - then don't reintroduce the death penalty. If you want the murder rate to go up - then reintroduce it.
It seems to me that you have some kind of psychological issues that make you want to kill people.
Quite some time, I think.
Despite your desire to hasten that day by brutalising and dehumanising society, and institutionalising violence as a means of control.
Joesephine, your interpretation of those "statistics" is flawed and you know it. You're like an accountant, manipulating the year end figures, on the say so of the board, as they prepare the city for an IPO. Now stop bleating on about them, it's all getting very boring. (He won't)
Not that far off, already you say murder is an acceptable part of our society, Joe90 says no deterrent is better than having one, quite how that works is anyones guess, perhaps we should let the lunatics run the asylum, sorry they're already doing that
Do I?
Damn - must have forgotten that.
Too many pages now to look back and find it - be a dear and show me where I said that, will you?
The Architect Sketch
by John Cleese and Graham Chapman
Cast:
Mr Tid: Graham Chapman
Mr Wiggin: John Cleese
City Gent One: Michael Palin
Client 2: Terry Jones
Mr Wymer: Eric Idle
Scene:
A large posh office. Two clients, well-dressed city gents, sit facing a large table at which stands Mr. Tid, the account manager of an architectural firm.
Mr. Tid:
Well, gentlemen, we have two architectural designs for this new residential block of yours and I thought it best if the architects themselves explained the particular advantages of their designs.
(There is a knock at the door)
Mr. Tid:
Ah! That's probably the first architect now. Come in.
(Mr. Wiggin enters)
Mr. Wiggin:
Good morning, gentlemen.
Clients:
Good morning.
Mr. Wiggin:
This is a 12-story block combining classical neo-Georgian features with the efficiency of modern techniques. The tenants arrive here and are carried along the corridor on a conveyor belt in extreme comfort, past murals depicting Mediterranean scenes, towards the rotating knives. The last twenty feet of the corridor are heavily soundproofed. The blood pours down these chutes and the mangled flesh slurps into these...
Client 1:
Excuse me.
Mr. Wiggin:
Yes?
Client 1:
Did you say 'knives'?
Mr. Wiggin:
Rotating knives, yes.
Client 2:
Do I take it that you are proposing to slaughter our tenants?
Mr. Wiggin:
...Does that not fit in with your plans?
Client 1:
Not really. We asked for a simple block of flats.
Mr. Wiggin:
Oh. I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the tenants.
You see I mainly design slaughter houses.
Clients:
Ah.
Mr. Wiggin:
Pity.
Clients:
Yes.
Mr. Wiggin:
(indicating points of the model)
Mind you, this is a real beaut. None of your blood caked on the walls and flesh flying out of the windows incommoding the passers-by with this one.
(confidentially)
My life has been leading up to this.
Client 2:
Yes, and well done, but we wanted an apartment block.
Mr. Wiggin:
May I ask you to reconsider.
Clients:
Well...
Mr. Wiggin:
You wouldn't regret this. Think of the tourist trade.
Client 1:
I'm sorry. We want a block of flats, not an abattoir.
Mr. Wiggin:
...I see. Well, of course, this is just the sort of blinkered philistine pig-ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement, you whining hypocritical toadies with your colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic secret handshakes. You wouldn't let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards. Well I wouldn't become a Freemason now if you went down on your lousy stinking knees and begged me.
Client 2:
We're sorry you feel that way, but we did want a block of flats, nice though the abattoir is.
Mr. Wiggin:
Oh sod the abattoir, that's not important.
(He dashes forward and kneels in front of them)
But if any of you could put in a word for me I'd love to be a mason. Masonry opens doors. I'd be very quiet, I was a bit on edge just now but if I were a mason I'd sit at the back and not get in anyone's way.
Client 1:
(politely) Thank you.
Mr. Wiggin:
...I've got a second-hand apron.
Client 2:
Thank you.
(Mr. Wiggin hurries to the door but stops...)
Mr. Wiggin:
I nearly got in at Hendon.
Client 1:
Thank you.
(Mr. Wiggin exits. Mr Tid rises.)
Mr. Tid:
I'm sorry about that. Now the second architect is Mr. Wymer of Wymer and Dibble.
(Mr. Wymer enters, carrying his model with great care. He places it on the table)
Mr. Wymer:
Good morning gentlemen. This is a scale model of the block, 28 stories high, with 280 apartments. It has three main lifts and two service lifts. Access would be from Dibbingley Road.
(The model falls over. Mr Wymer quickly places it upright again)
The structure is built on a central pillar system with...
(The model falls over again. Mr Wymer tries to make it stand up, but it won't, so he has to hold it upright)
...with cantilevered floors in pre-stressed steel and concrete. The dividing walls on each floor section are fixed by recessed magnalium-flanged grooves.
(The bottom ten floors of the model give way and it partly collapses)
By avoiding wood and timber derivatives and all other inflammables we have almost totally removed the risk of....
(The model is smoking. The odd flame can be seen. Wymer looks at the city gents)
Frankly, I think the central pillar may need strengthening.
Client 2:
Is that going to put the cost up?
Mr. Wymer:
I'm afraid so.
Client 2:
I don't know we need to worry too much about strengthening that. After all, these are not meant to be luxury flats.
Client 1:
Absolutely. If we make sure the tenants are of light build and relatively sedentary and if the weather's on our side, I think we have a winner here.
Mr. Wymer:
Thank you.
(The model explodes)
Client 2:
I quite agree.
Mr. Wymer:
Well, thank you both very much.
(They all shake hands, giving the secret Mason's handshake)
(Cut to Mr. Wiggin watching at the window)
Mr. Wiggin:
(turning to camera)
It opens doors, I'm telling you.
by John Cleese and Graham Chapman
Cast:
Mr Tid: Graham Chapman
Mr Wiggin: John Cleese
City Gent One: Michael Palin
Client 2: Terry Jones
Mr Wymer: Eric Idle
Scene:
A large posh office. Two clients, well-dressed city gents, sit facing a large table at which stands Mr. Tid, the account manager of an architectural firm.
Mr. Tid:
Well, gentlemen, we have two architectural designs for this new residential block of yours and I thought it best if the architects themselves explained the particular advantages of their designs.
(There is a knock at the door)
Mr. Tid:
Ah! That's probably the first architect now. Come in.
(Mr. Wiggin enters)
Mr. Wiggin:
Good morning, gentlemen.
Clients:
Good morning.
Mr. Wiggin:
This is a 12-story block combining classical neo-Georgian features with the efficiency of modern techniques. The tenants arrive here and are carried along the corridor on a conveyor belt in extreme comfort, past murals depicting Mediterranean scenes, towards the rotating knives. The last twenty feet of the corridor are heavily soundproofed. The blood pours down these chutes and the mangled flesh slurps into these...
Client 1:
Excuse me.
Mr. Wiggin:
Yes?
Client 1:
Did you say 'knives'?
Mr. Wiggin:
Rotating knives, yes.
Client 2:
Do I take it that you are proposing to slaughter our tenants?
Mr. Wiggin:
...Does that not fit in with your plans?
Client 1:
Not really. We asked for a simple block of flats.
Mr. Wiggin:
Oh. I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the tenants.
You see I mainly design slaughter houses.
Clients:
Ah.
Mr. Wiggin:
Pity.
Clients:
Yes.
Mr. Wiggin:
(indicating points of the model)
Mind you, this is a real beaut. None of your blood caked on the walls and flesh flying out of the windows incommoding the passers-by with this one.
(confidentially)
My life has been leading up to this.
Client 2:
Yes, and well done, but we wanted an apartment block.
Mr. Wiggin:
May I ask you to reconsider.
Clients:
Well...
Mr. Wiggin:
You wouldn't regret this. Think of the tourist trade.
Client 1:
I'm sorry. We want a block of flats, not an abattoir.
Mr. Wiggin:
...I see. Well, of course, this is just the sort of blinkered philistine pig-ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement, you whining hypocritical toadies with your colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic secret handshakes. You wouldn't let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards. Well I wouldn't become a Freemason now if you went down on your lousy stinking knees and begged me.
Client 2:
We're sorry you feel that way, but we did want a block of flats, nice though the abattoir is.
Mr. Wiggin:
Oh sod the abattoir, that's not important.
(He dashes forward and kneels in front of them)
But if any of you could put in a word for me I'd love to be a mason. Masonry opens doors. I'd be very quiet, I was a bit on edge just now but if I were a mason I'd sit at the back and not get in anyone's way.
Client 1:
(politely) Thank you.
Mr. Wiggin:
...I've got a second-hand apron.
Client 2:
Thank you.
(Mr. Wiggin hurries to the door but stops...)
Mr. Wiggin:
I nearly got in at Hendon.
Client 1:
Thank you.
(Mr. Wiggin exits. Mr Tid rises.)
Mr. Tid:
I'm sorry about that. Now the second architect is Mr. Wymer of Wymer and Dibble.
(Mr. Wymer enters, carrying his model with great care. He places it on the table)
Mr. Wymer:
Good morning gentlemen. This is a scale model of the block, 28 stories high, with 280 apartments. It has three main lifts and two service lifts. Access would be from Dibbingley Road.
(The model falls over. Mr Wymer quickly places it upright again)
The structure is built on a central pillar system with...
(The model falls over again. Mr Wymer tries to make it stand up, but it won't, so he has to hold it upright)
...with cantilevered floors in pre-stressed steel and concrete. The dividing walls on each floor section are fixed by recessed magnalium-flanged grooves.
(The bottom ten floors of the model give way and it partly collapses)
By avoiding wood and timber derivatives and all other inflammables we have almost totally removed the risk of....
(The model is smoking. The odd flame can be seen. Wymer looks at the city gents)
Frankly, I think the central pillar may need strengthening.
Client 2:
Is that going to put the cost up?
Mr. Wymer:
I'm afraid so.
Client 2:
I don't know we need to worry too much about strengthening that. After all, these are not meant to be luxury flats.
Client 1:
Absolutely. If we make sure the tenants are of light build and relatively sedentary and if the weather's on our side, I think we have a winner here.
Mr. Wymer:
Thank you.
(The model explodes)
Client 2:
I quite agree.
Mr. Wymer:
Well, thank you both very much.
(They all shake hands, giving the secret Mason's handshake)
(Cut to Mr. Wiggin watching at the window)
Mr. Wiggin:
(turning to camera)
It opens doors, I'm telling you.
stroll on, ffs.
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They aren't flawed you silly little man that dare not take me on under his usual monica. They are facts written down in such a way that even idiots can understand them. Sadly, you would struggle to qualify for Mencap.
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I think the mods will have a go at you for wasting bandwidth.
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