[kj] FW: Please sign the petition - it's too late

iPat pmdavies at gmail.com
Tue Dec 18 08:57:30 EST 2007


On Dec 18, 2007 1:31 PM, ade <ade at the-lab.zetnet.co.uk> wrote:

> Do you think either of these guys should be allowed to have kids?


i dont have an opinion on it. i dont know of the circumstances around
these two, only the direct contacts do. Any opinion would simply be
self serving to pander to my prejudices. Anyone here is only aware to
the circumstances through the media and sensationalist media at that,
the same media that told us colin Stagg was guilty of the Wimbledon
Common murder and that they would get him at any cost (someone else
has been charged due to DNA evidence).

You want to stop them having children? What about murderers who have
left behind children, what should we do with them(London bombers)? Im
not expressing anything but for a concern that one should be careful
for what you ask for sometimes.

Crass Mother Earth lyrics

Now that the sun have vowed is light
And bid the world good night;
To the soft bed my body I dispose,
But where were shall my soul repose?
Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother?
Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother?
Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother?
Mother? She's the anti-mother, mommy is that you?
She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?
It's Myra Hindley on the cover,
Your very own sweet anti-mother.
There she is on the pages of The Star,
Ain't that just the place you wish you were?
Let her rot in hell is what you said,
Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her dead.
Let her out but don't forget to tell you where she is,
The chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn't miss.
Let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you gave,
You just can't wait to piss on her grave.
You pretend that you're horrified, make out that you care,
But really you wish that you had been there.
You say you can't bear the thought of what she did,
But you'd do it to her, you'd see her dead.
Tell me, what is the difference between her and you?
You say that you would kill her, well, what else would you do?
Don't you see that violence has no end? Isn't limited by rules?
Don't you see as angels preaching you're nothing but the fools?
Fools step in, where angels fear to tread,
You see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead.
She's the anti-mother, mommy is that you?
She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?
That single mug shot from the past
Ensures your fantasy can last and last.
It gives you the chance to air your hate
Because she got there first, you were too late.
Hindleys' crime was to do what others think,
Took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink.
Then you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love,
Would tear that woman limb from limb, you'd never get enough.
So you keep the story alive,
So you can make yourselves believe,
That you are so much better than her.
But you aren't, that's YOUR GUILT laying there.
She's the anti-mother, mommy is that you?
She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?
She's the anti-mother, mommy is that you?
She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?
Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother?


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