So wrapped up in herself is Partington that the question of her locus standi to forgive does not occur to her. What is it that she actually forgives and has a right to forgive?

My brother, who was beaten nearly to death in a home invasion, died this weekend of the injuries. Because it is Detroit, I don’t expect the killers to be found. If found and convicted, they will get at most life, and life, in my state, often means eight years.

I believe the criminally insane should be executed, as they are unrecoverable. But what if the killer is a thug, a fool, someone raised to hate? How many such killers are not sociopaths? I support the death penalty. This level of evil has to be ended

Only the dead can forgive, and God

Pride generates self praising books about a journey to spiritual enlightenment created by other people’s suffering.

If I was to face the murderer in court, I would tell him I feel sorry for his mother, and for the generations of mothers who preserved their babies to father the line that ended in him. All for what? I would tell him to read the Bible

The law is better than revenge. But my brother’s death did not make me a better person. Maybe a little worse, because I have great urges to find the perp and throttle him. I have to keep my mind on other subjects.

What is it with these sickos so detached from reality that a hideous murder becomes an artistic moment of personal growth. This is true decadence. Death is not a game