My brother-in-law sent this link that he had found...basically, it shows what the final meal requests were for Texas' death-row inmates. I think you will find it, just as I did, somewhat interesting. For the most part, these men and women (who said Texas discriminated against women?) ate a LOT. I mean, I guess I can understand why I would request a lot of food but it got me to thinking, harder than I really should have, about why each one picked what they did. Honestly, I just thought about this whole subject WAY too much, as you're about to find out. Ha!
Some inmates didn't want anything and others just wanted what "the rest of the inmates are having" or "whatever is on the menu." That sounds really diplomatic and on one hand, I applaud them for not milking the taxpayers for anything extra...but then I think, "DUDE! They are about to implode your heart with medications, the least you should get out of it is a good dinner." I digress...
Those that didn't want anything, do you think it's because they really weren't very hungry or that maybe they didn't have much of an appetite, considering the circumstances? I wondered if I would have an appetite in their shoes and determined...anyone who knows me, knows I rarely do NOT have an appetite, so I'd probably want anything and everything I could think of and all of it covered in gravy with a side-stick of butter.
***Side-note: I'd also request, like many of them, a pack or so of cigarettes because a smoke is never as good as right after you stuff yourself full of food and right before you lay down to sleep...kinda kills two birds with one stone, don't ya think? What really would piss me off (and made me feel BAD for even these capital offenders) would be to find out, like they all did, that smokes are against policy and they couldn't have even one, much less a pack. Come ON! Again, the least they could do is take you out on the roof one last time and let you enjoy a cigarette under the stars/sun/whatever. I don't know...just seems like they could bend the rules for a final request, is all. Plus, they get to see the wonderful "outside" world that they pissed away in one instant however long ago...really rub their noses in it too. The guard who takes them out there could whip out pictures of some hot chick and talk about how he's going to go bang the hell out of her tonight and drink a 6-pack of beer to try and get rid of that "dead" smell that will linger in his nose for hours later on.***
So, is this what some of these other guys were thinking too? To order as much as possible so they could have a taste of many different "favorites" before passing on? Or, were they just hoping to order enough that it might somehow prolong the inevitable? LOL I mean, some of these guys ordered whole fried chickens, 4 pork chops smothered in gravy, two bacon cheeseburgers with all the fixin's, a gallon of milk, a 12-pack of sodas and an apple pie on the side, for pete's sake! Some even more than that, it seems because they also added all of the sides to that, like a tray of fries or two cobs of buttered corn or a pound of cheese. I can eat a whole heckuva lot of food when I'm hungry but even I can't eat all of that crap. And if you happen to follow the link I leave, notice how much of it is junk or fried. Maybe they were hoping their heart would EXPLODE before the Texas Department of Criminal Justice got ahold of their ass! Who knows, really?
Oh yeah...and for further "entertainment," you can also check out each of their crimes. Some of them did some truly heinous acts, which is the reason for my little side jaunt previously.
http://web.archive.org/web/20031202214318/http://www.tdcj.state.tx.us/stat/finalmeals.htm
...B
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April 2, 2009
January 15, 2009
Randy
Now...I wrote this back on February 20, 2008 and posted it awhile back on MySpace but thought I'd re-post it here, after reading it today. Just kinda made me sad all over again, I guess.
Well…my Mom just called to let me know Randy Railey passed away today. Randy was one of my Mom’s oldest, and dearest, friends having been married to my Mom’s OLDEST friend, Marsha, for God knows how long. I can remember being like 7 or 8 and going to visit them, if that gives you any indication. Today was his 56th birthday too. His kidneys had shut down and he was jaundiced really bad too…they initially were going to take him off of life support tomorrow, but his daughters decided to do it today as their last gift to him. He would have wanted and appreciated that because he was always a very no-nonsense kind of guy. He pretty much attacked life head on and would have wanted to attack life-after the same way. He told you how it was, or at least how HE saw it, even if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear…at least you would always get the truth and what you needed to hear. I was surprised by how sad it made me to hear about it…I knew their plans and knew it would happen today, but it still struck me deeper than I had imagined or prepared for.
Randy was always very good to me. When I was young, he never treated me like a “kid” so much as others did…he talked to me straight up and in the eye, which has always earned my respect from others. When I enlisted in the US Army, I don’t think anyone was any more proud of me than he was, save for my Mom and my Granny. He taught me a lot in the time between signing into the DEP and actually shipping off to boot camp. He had gone to military schools growing up and knew the inner workings of such things. He taught me how to keep moving forward full-force but never standing out too much…in basic that can get your head cleared in a hurry. LOL He taught me that if I truly wanted the most out of the military, volunteer for everything (such as schools) I could, that’s pretty much what I did, and yes…I got the most out of it. He taught me how to break down an M16 and a 9mm before I ever got to Ft. Jackson or Ft. Bragg for training. He also taught me how to march properly, stand at attention, parade rest, turn, and about-face long before ever having to actually do it for a DS. It was immensely helpful to me and I always loved him for it because he obviously cared enough for me to devote so much of his own time to help me.
Randy loved his beer and hell…he’d smoke a little grass every so often too…but that doesn’t change or affect the person he was. I wish I could have told him thank you just one last time. It would have meant something to me to know he really did understand it. So, I am left with saying it here…thank you, Randy. You will be missed.
Well…my Mom just called to let me know Randy Railey passed away today. Randy was one of my Mom’s oldest, and dearest, friends having been married to my Mom’s OLDEST friend, Marsha, for God knows how long. I can remember being like 7 or 8 and going to visit them, if that gives you any indication. Today was his 56th birthday too. His kidneys had shut down and he was jaundiced really bad too…they initially were going to take him off of life support tomorrow, but his daughters decided to do it today as their last gift to him. He would have wanted and appreciated that because he was always a very no-nonsense kind of guy. He pretty much attacked life head on and would have wanted to attack life-after the same way. He told you how it was, or at least how HE saw it, even if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear…at least you would always get the truth and what you needed to hear. I was surprised by how sad it made me to hear about it…I knew their plans and knew it would happen today, but it still struck me deeper than I had imagined or prepared for.
Randy was always very good to me. When I was young, he never treated me like a “kid” so much as others did…he talked to me straight up and in the eye, which has always earned my respect from others. When I enlisted in the US Army, I don’t think anyone was any more proud of me than he was, save for my Mom and my Granny. He taught me a lot in the time between signing into the DEP and actually shipping off to boot camp. He had gone to military schools growing up and knew the inner workings of such things. He taught me how to keep moving forward full-force but never standing out too much…in basic that can get your head cleared in a hurry. LOL He taught me that if I truly wanted the most out of the military, volunteer for everything (such as schools) I could, that’s pretty much what I did, and yes…I got the most out of it. He taught me how to break down an M16 and a 9mm before I ever got to Ft. Jackson or Ft. Bragg for training. He also taught me how to march properly, stand at attention, parade rest, turn, and about-face long before ever having to actually do it for a DS. It was immensely helpful to me and I always loved him for it because he obviously cared enough for me to devote so much of his own time to help me.
Randy loved his beer and hell…he’d smoke a little grass every so often too…but that doesn’t change or affect the person he was. I wish I could have told him thank you just one last time. It would have meant something to me to know he really did understand it. So, I am left with saying it here…thank you, Randy. You will be missed.
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