"The excruciating agony is a sound like the joyful shout. You will know when you hear it. It will be heard through everything. like the joyful shout. Take care."
I was telling people on the street corner:
"Considering how people have been actin' lately, do think anyone is really going to be able to be mad that we publicly execute someone? Formally do it, with a court martial and trial and them sayin 'You did commit treason in a time of war. The punishment is death execution--' And tar and feather him too! Then hang him by the neck until dead. Can we, can we please?
We could have a big festival, with bands, and games, and fun and then... and then. . . he'd be so upset because he couldn't party with us! He'd be all alone in his locked up prison cell awaiting his execution served only prisoner fare.
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If you want to give him something, you will have to give enough for every prisoner incarcerated at the time.
Because I can.
You can too.
That's why I told you.
Don't make me tell you again.
(a one chain) {Easter translation*-- 'n' is hidden legally. The first invisible.}
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Then the time will come for the event to tar and feather him, maybe you will show up, maybe you won't, and he'll be screaming in horror and agony and throwing a terrible fit.
Then we'll hang him.
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BT
Rock on
There are other matters to attend to.
I will show Susanville how it's done when this happens.
"I understand these phonies are going to attempt the advice I offered them ages ago? I suppose I should go have a look."
Since I mentioned the true fatality, there is a way he could be spared. . .
by the Devil's Luck Law Gambit Favor of Divine Gratitude Etc.
Be seated and receive the instructions:
A 10x human puppet idol may be created as a sin offering. A hollow, meaty, and sturdy thing. In lieu of the condemned's life.
This idol will be filled with meat offerings from all over the world. People will be allowed to send one of each animal for each nation, as a lifeblood offering into the idol for the forgiveness of sins.
All the sacrificial offerings will be brought to the festival, where they will be slaughtered and offered as food.
The idol itself will be filled with simulated gore.
For example: "Someone from Paraguay offered this common lizard. Are you feeling hungry?"
If enough can be provided, the food being eaten, and nobody is throwing too big of a fit over it, then that can be offered to forgive everyone's sins for all nations too, in case they got dirty with all that too.
Then, it will be flow out over the Pacific, carried on hook, and high into the air where it will be let go.
The falling meat idol will descend into obliteration above the waters of the briny deep.
That I think could work.
Do it.
Do it now.
Literally right now. No planning. Announce the plan as mine, let go, and let God.
. .
addendum: leave the slaughtering to professional butchers. They will spare all possible parts of value for the kitchen to include in the final offering.
Well. . . yes... make the guts available if they aren't cookable somehow. Just put them in a bucket and leave it out there. If nobody takes it, that's fine. They can be disposed of after the event.
That's going to be veiled because you'll be able to walk by the prisoner and see him, if you wish. If you think about it enough. . .
Is a pillory an option? For like 10 minutes at least? For the kids and photos.
Legally required!
Watch people pay money to try it too. 10 minutes. No let outs. The emts are watching to make sure you don't die or something.
It could buy you a goat from a non-participating nation. (Potentially... there is a game of chance involved in that where you could get various outcomes. Hail of tomatoes, slime bucket, fish to the face, things like that.)
You can have the court martial there, sir or madam. In cosplay, if you wish.
Getting yourself "tarred and feathered" is going to be a main attraction. He won't be able to. Unless he wants to do the other one. . . (you knew that already).
It will be available right there if there are not enough offerings or you want to go ahead with it yourself:
boiling oil, feathers, and a gallows
(The whole idea kids, is that when he falls into the blackness and then finds the feathers. . . you will see there is really only one thing to do about it.)
(The blackness only fills up when the initiate is fully committed.)
Part of what makes you want to save him is to see the extra spectacle, isn't it?
That is enough.
. . .
Watch it work like magic. Whoever is un the judgement panel legally competent to deliver sentencing to him, as the public issue our complaints and suggestions--they will not be able to let him have fun.
Watch and see. Every time they have an opportunity to inflict pain and suffering on the condemned, no matter how silly or absurd it may seem, you will see their eyes light up with power to do it!
"He also really upset the [so and so community] and we have an idea of how to get reconciled. Is that alright?"
You are going to get pied in the face. What kind of pie is it? One that won't kill you, that's what kind.
The Super Mega Size Party from McDonald's also has taken offense and have been permitted to introduce you to 5 minutes of their bare ends for not being proactive enough to make bucket size fries an option.
We are going to deliver the justice you are asking us to deliver, and we are going to organize to do it, against all expectations.
You even see Godbird there.
"Which one of our folks is a qualified veteran willing to brush up on the UCMJ with a little refresher course like magic bootcamp? Sign up to be our rotating judge's panel. Nah nah nah, don't worry about it, leave it to us. Our local high schoolers will be able organize all this well enough. You relax."
This is what a public trial against the president for treason is. It looks something like that. Watch. America knows how.
. . .
I will have nothing to do with such an event in person myself. You won't need me there.
I will be taking my million dollars and going on vacation somewhere. You will be expected to make do on your own.
No no no. How could I enjoy that any more than I already have? Let it be. The million dollars, maybe a special cruise ship, and a vacation away from everything except. . . everything else.
"That dingo has moved against your interests."
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(another mouse has died. splatter squashed on the street. Carried out there inside a white bag. Terrified beyond belief.)
