Here’s a new one, too fat to be executed, only in America folks:
Lawyers for a 480-pound death row inmate in Ohio say their client is too overweight to be put to death.
“Indeed, given his unique physical and medical condition there is a substantial risk that any attempt to execute him will result in serious physical and psychological pain to him, as well as an execution involving a torturous and lingering death,” reads the filing made on behalf of Ronald Post, 53, who was convicted of shooting to death hotel clerk Helen Vantz 29 years ago.
Post, who is set to be executed by lethal injection on January 16, 2013, says that his executioners would encounter several problems, including difficulty finding a viable vein for injection and the likelihood that with his unusual weight he would break any gurney used in the process.
I just don’t get it. Sure, it’s worth a try, and it sure beats the ,”I was framed” argument, but we really have made a mockery of the whole system. Inserting that needle straight into his heart, no worries about finding a vein through all his skin flaps, neat and instantaneous.
Some obvious questions need addressing, how can anyone on death row gain that much weight? What the hell are they feeding these guys? The other embarrassment if that it took 29 years for the appeal process to play out, there is justice for ya.
It’s stories like these that push me to working towards scrapping capital punishment all together. It’s not working, the appeals process is too convoluted and expensive, the family of the victims get no closure or finality, and these murderers get to eat themselves to, well, not to death, that’s for sure.
While working in Los Angeles early in my career I use to go water skiing with a LASO buddy who did regular stints in the county jail. One day he described to me what Jut Balls were, for the segregated recalcitrant inmates, they were feed Jut Balls 3 times a day. These consisted of taking that particular meal (if lunch, taking the bologna sandwich) and putting all it’s contents into a food processor, making a gooey paste then rolling it up into a ball. The inmates hated them and managed to find their civilized side fairly quickly.
Jut Balls and a treadmill, he could work himself into “execution” shape in 6 months, easy.