Why I Approve of the Death Penalty

Case in Point:

Check out this shit - some f*cked up Frenchman named Nicolas Cocaign (read: Nick Cocaine), while waiting on trial for armed robbery, killed  his cellmate, and for whatever reason, decided that he "...wanted to take his soul." To this end, he cut him open to cut out his heart and eat it. However, maybe because he's a dumbass that failed at life, biology wasn't this cat's strong point, so he cut out dude's lung instead. It must not have tasted too good to this first time cannibal, because after he ate part of it raw, he fried "...the rest of it with some onions on a makeshift cooker in the cell." Lung and onions, anyone?

It doesn't matter that the other guy deserved his death, or that Mr. Cocaign had a bad childhood due to being orphaned. His foster parents weren't standing in that cell pointing a gun at him telling him to do it. His lawyer is trying to get him committed to a mental institution to try to rehabilitate the bastard. Here in America, we understand that there is a point where rehabilitation is no longer effective nor warranted. Maybe it would have helped him years ago when he was only trying to have his way with women, but at some point you have to draw a line in the sand. This far, no farther. Killing someone and eating their lung (seriously, did the moron utterly fail to pay attention in biology class as a kid?) crosses that line. Traditionally, execution used to be carried out by one of three methods: hanging, gun squad, and electric chair. Anymore, execution is done "humanely": lethal injection, which basically puts the criminal into a sleep they never wake from. If it was up to me (and it's a good thing it's not), this dumbass would face execution via monster truck.

That's my 2 cents.