the last supper

i'm taking a little break from my introspection for some comedy relief. or maybe i should say morbid comedy relief. i friend sent me a link to deadmaneating.com, which lists the "last meal requests" from people about to be executed. and imagine my surprise when a majority of them were from texas! mercy, me!

i generally don't find capital punishment humorous. but when someone asks for his last meal on earth to be "buffalo steak, a bucket of KFC white-meat-only chicken, sugar-free pecan pie, sugar-free black walnut ice cream, Indian pan-fried bread and whole milk. The ice cream was left out one hour to thaw, and X turned it into a milkshake by hand.." i have to ask myself, "self, what's with the sugar-free crap? even if he has diabetes, the chances of him going into insulin shock in the next 12 hours are a hell of a lot slimmer than making it to the injection chamber," i don't get it. and then there are those folks who turn down their last meal completely. it's probably some macho shit, but come on. even if i was scheduled to be run over by an army tank, i think it wouldn't be as unplesant if i had some filet mignon, a baked potato all the way, salad, rolls, and some sort of decadent chocolate dessert in my tummy. yeah, you go ahead and "stick it to the man," dumbass.

psychopaths...you can't live with them, but you can kill them. it's just putting up with their stupidity on the way that is challenging.