While Eric and I were enjoying what is arguably the best corned beef sandwich in the world yesterday, an anchorwoman and cameraman from a local news channel came into the restaurant. The woman started asking people about their reaction to the Castro suicide and what they think should be done with the estimated $1 million that will be saved in taxpayer dollars courtesy of his truncated prison stay.
I listened on as the man next to me reported that he's glad Castro is dead and that the savings should be spent on education as an educated society is a good thing.
Fortunately for the pretty blonde reporter, she didn't approach me. For the entertainment of my readers, however, I will interview myself on the topic herein.
What was your reaction to the Castro suicide. Were you glad to hear he hanged himself?
I would never celebrate any suicide.
But what about all the money the taxpayers will save? It's estimated to be upwards of one million dollars.
Listen up, Girl Reporter, no one enjoys paying to house inmates, but it goes with the territory. My taxes are used to pay for plenty of things I don't like. The bullets Army Staff Sergeant Robert Bales used to murder Afghan women and children come to mind, but if you want to talk about prisons, I'll talk about prisons.
I wonder how many of my tax dollars are going to feed the private prison lords as they lobby my legislators to pass laws that throw as many people in jail as possible, for the longest time possible. Because I'm not too keen on the idea of prison for profit AND I think-
(Girl Reporter interrupts)
Um ... but ... but don't you think Castro was a monster?
I think speaking ill of the dead is a bad idea most of the time, and particularly when the body's still warm. That man's young daughter might be watching these unfortunate interviews. It is not my place to tell her that half of her DNA came from a "monster."
I hope that little girl finds peace. I hope she comes to terms with all of this over the years, whatever that might mean. I wish the same for all of Castro's kin as well as Amanda, Gina and Michelle.
Now I'm going back to my corned beef. Go to hell.
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