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"An eye for an eye..."
 I hate the phrase.  For almost 30 years I have yet to see the blind lady of justice balance the scale.  When Roger Dale Stafford murdered those people in Oklahoma City and killed the father of my 2nd Grade Teachers Assistant, I never thought I would be an adult with a family before he was finally executed.  He locked people up in freezers in a steakhouse and executed without pattern or remorse and sat in prison until he had more that doubled in weight as he shined with an evil sneer and stated annually that "They'll never kill me."
  But Roger Dale Stafford was executed.  I don't know what lies in wait for me when I face my maker but I smiled when I heard the news and proudly announced to those around me that they finally killed the fat pig.  Perhaps my faith demands compassion and I am sorry if he did not give his soul to his maker before he died,  but to this day I only regret that he was asleep when he died and he only could die once.  His victims did not have the pleasure of a drug induced sleep and by his dying once he only paid for one of the many lives he took.
  And recently in the paper I read that "Bloody Mary" another murderer from Oklahoma was executed. She conspired with her boyfriend and murdered her husband for insurance.  As I recall the account he also was not gifted with the pleasantly blissful death that she received.
     And now comes the time for Timothy McVey to pay for the lives of 168 men, women, and children with his one worthless pathetic excuse for existence that he calls a life.
  I have heard concerns that he may become a martyr.  Get it right!  He's being judged for murder.  The history books will label him a coward and a murderer.
 Prayer vigils are springing up like failing sitcoms and protests are lodged against the inhumanity of stepping into God shoes to decide when some one should die.  My only comment to those protesters is, "Where were your protests when he went on this murder tour?"  Timothy McVey killed without remorse.  He does not deserve remorse now.
  I have selected a bottle of wine which sits high in my kitchen.  When the announcement is made that McVey is dead I will take it down from the shelf and pour a glass.  I will raise it in the air and claim the life of Timothy McVey in the name of my neighbor who died in the Murah Building Bombing. Then nodding at the blind lady lady with the scale I will sigh deeply and say "Thank you".