Justice is Served?

[Barry]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brooke_Wilberger

Justice has been served for Brooke Wilberger and her family. There is no question about this.
Five years after her abduction, her remains have been returned to her grieving parents.
Joel Courtney, the man responsible for her death, will serve out an eighteen year sentence in New Mexico for a crime he was convicted of there, another abduction/rape/murder he attempted but failed, and then be returned to Oregon to serve life without possibility of parole.
Ms. Wilberger, a nineteen year-old freshman attending Brigham Young University at the time of her disappearance, was on summer break visiting her sister, a student of Oregon State University in Corvallis, Oregon, when she was abducted by Mr. Courtney while cleaning lamp posts in the Oak Park Apartments complex near the OSU campus.
Mr. Courtney agreed to reveal the whereabouts of Ms. Wilberger's remains and plead guilty to her murder when assured by the Benton County district attorney that the death penalty would not be sought.
Sung Koo Kim was considered a person of interest in the first weeks after Ms. Wilberger's disappearance. The home he shared with his parents was searched. In Mr. Kim's possession were found multiple pairs of women’s panties, one of which was determined to belong to Ms. Wilberger. When the available evidence proved that Mr. Kim had not abducted Ms. Wilberger but had in fact stolen her panties from a dryer in the laundry room of the apartment complex in which her sister lived, where Ms. Wilberger was staying, he was dropped as a suspect in the case. Before this happened, however, his face, the image of the home he shared with his parents, and the details of his admittedly bizarre panty fetish and undeniably illegal manner of serving it had been plastered for a week or longer all over television screens throughout the region. He then received and is currently serving a 68-month prison sentence for theft.
Five years and eight months for stealing panties out of dryers.
Justice has been served for Brooke Wilberger and her family. Joel Courtney should by anyone's measure spend the rest of his life behind bars. But what about justice for Sung Koo Kim? Yes, he's weird. Yes, he stole. He snuck into laundry rooms and stole women’s panties, their personal property, out of dryers in order to feed his bizarre fetish. He had dresser drawers full of them. He'd clearly been doing it for years. He was probably very ashamed of it, hence the sneaking. But five and a half years? Is that justice for the women whose panties he stole? Is that justice for society as a whole? It hardly seems like justice for him, if justice is defined as the punishment suiting the crime. It sounds more like once he was arrested and his life and the lives of his immediate family members were irrevocably disrupted if not destroyed, some show had to be made by the authorities to prove they had been right in the first place. They couldn't just say sorry and let him go. This man needed to be taken off the streets. More than a nuisance, he was a menace. He was going around stealing women’s panties, for God sakes. Everyone knows it would only have been a matter of time before he started abducting the women themselves, stepped it up, and escalated his illegal activities, right? The cops did us all a favor by stumbling upon his illegal activities in the course of their investigation of the abduction of Brooke Wilberger. And never mind that the intensity of their focus on Sung Koo Kim may be what allowed the real killer to escape to New Mexico, where he almost killed another young woman six months later. One has nothing to do with the other. They were sure it was him because he had her panties. Who can blame them? It shouldn't matter that they were wrong.
Justice has now been served. Brooke Wilberger's parents can bury their daughter, and this is a good thing. It is justice. I just can't help feeling sorry for Sung Koo Kim, no matter how weird he is. Even though it's true that he stole women’s panties, their personal property, it just doesn't seem like almost six years in prison is a punishment that fits the crime. And I'm betting that Brooke, if she were alive, had she escaped and lived like that other girl down in New Mexico whose testimony ultimately led to the conviction of Brooke's killer - I'm betting Brooke wouldn't think so either, even though Sung Koo Kim had her panties in his drawer.

Peace,
Barry
PS: In the 40 minute news conference today, a special report on all three major network affilliates, not one word was mentioned of Sung Koo Kim. His is the untold story in the Brooke Wilberger case.

[stilltrucking]

Barry wrote:

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NIV© It is mine to avenge; I will repay. In due time their foot will slip; their day of disaster is near and their doom rushes upon them."
NAS© 'Vengeance is Mine, and retribution, In due time their foot will slip; For the day of their calamity is near, And the impending things are hastening upon them.'
GWT© I will take revenge and be satisfied. In due time their foot will slip, because their day of disaster is near. Their doom is coming quickly.
KJV To me belongeth vengeance and recompence; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.
AKJ To me belongs vengeance and recompense; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come on them make haste.
ASV Vengeance is mine, and recompense, At the time when their foot shall slide: For the day of their calamity is at hand, And the things that are to come upon them shall make haste.
BBE Punishment is mine and reward, at the time of the slipping of their feet: for the day of their downfall is near, sudden will be their fate.
DRB Revenge is mine, and I will repay them in due time, that their foot may slide: the day of destruction is at hand, and the time makes haste to come.
DBY Vengeance is mine, and recompense, For the time when their foot shall slip. For the day of their calamity is at hand, And the things that shall come upon them make haste.
ERV Vengeance is mine, and recompence, At the time when their foot shall slide: For the day of their calamity is at hand, And the things that are to come upon them shall make haste.
WBS To me belongeth vengeance, and recompense; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.
WEB Vengeance is mine, and recompense, at the time when their foot slides; for the day of their calamity is at hand. The things that are to come on them shall make haste."
YLT Mine are vengeance and recompense, At the due time -- doth their foot slide; For near is a day of their calamity, And haste do things prepared for them.

Deuteronomy 32:35 (various translations)

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... ht=revenge

[Barry]

So you're saying God did this to Sung Koo Kim, Jack?

[stilltrucking]

I guess what I am saying is I don't understand why you posted all those bible quotes to this thread.
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... ht=revenge

Were you saying god had something to do with it?

[Barry]

I guess what I am saying is I don't understand why you posted all those bible quotes to this thread.
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... ht=revenge

Well, Jack, then why did you not ask in the thread?
Kind of a roundabout way to seek truth, no?
One might even say blindsided.
Blindside?
Not me. I try not to fight.
But when I have to, I fight fair.
.

Peace, Jack,
Barry

[stilltrucking]

Sure Barry
I don't fight fair
Just like the Viet Cong
Or the mujahideen


You are a gentleman and a scholar
And I am a back stabber and a coward
Never occured to me to ask you on the other thread. But it seemed appropriate to me here. I was curious what you would say.
No I never wanted to fight fair. Never.

But I think my question is fair. We are talking about justice here. And justice there on that other thread. Justice for the people who were tortured at Gitmo
Justice for your Korean friend. Justice for the woman who was murdered.
Seemed like a fair question and response to me. But please forgive me I have done a lot of drugs. Very sorry and nice dodge Barry

Steel owls
Don’t know why that comes to mind
Working on a freight dock one night
Years ago, thirty years ago
A crate busted open and hundreds of steel owls fell out
Someone said they were ballasts
Radio drones in the background
The latest news from Persia
Now Tibetan monks chanting a wind prayer
I got to open a window
I need a lung full of fresh air
Cool evening

couple of edits and a spell check

[stilltrucking]

Just to stay on topic

RE: women's undies

Funny how the women's underwear section in a department store seems like the Great Dismal Swamp to me. It gives me the willies to see them all hanging there. But I am so happy to see a woman wearing them. Well so much for fair fights. I used to be a pre-med student but now I am turning into a pre-vert.

My favororite song about women's undies

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[Barry]

Never occured to me to ask you on the other thread. But it seemed appropriate to me here. I was curious what you would say.

Yeah, Jack, me too.
You went for a sucker punch. You got called on it.
Oh well, wanna kick me in the balls?

Peace,
Barry

[stilltrucking]

Oh my white brother

[Barry]

Man up, Jack. Seriously.

Peace,
Barry

[stilltrucking]

Listen to me my young friend.
Please
Check it out.
I have left a trail of my own blood from Baltimore to Astoria. I always get what's coming. I never have to ask.

I do not have to live up to your expectations of what it is to be a man.

I speak from blood and experience. Tell me what you can speak to.

Self knowledge is everything to me
I no longer seek happiness, like my hero Camus I only wish to be aware.
I see the beast within me.


The da y after my Rose of San Antonio's funeral(which was held before Sundown of the first day after her death
I was in Laredo Texas picking up a load of frozen brocolli from across the border
I was on the dock waiting for my fork lift guy to bring me my veggies when the dock foreman who was the biggest Mexican I have ever seen started ranting and raving at me like i was a white boy gringo human turd Yankee and then in his arrogance he turned his back on me and walked away smiling at all his fellow mexicans who witnessed it. And all I had in my pocket was a little one inch blade that I used to cut the shrink wrap on the pallets of veggies. After that I stopped carrying a knife at all.
I had murder in my heart, I had no desire to challenge him to a fair fight, what I was thinking was to come up behind him and slit his throat.

I was working on a trawler out of Astoria Oregon when a ship mate sucker punched me. I just stood there and bled but in my heart cold as a snake I was thinking I am going to kill you for that. And I sat up all night trying to figure out what was the best way to do it with no muss no fuss. I had no desire to see him suffer, I just wanted to see him dead...I had no thought of getting away with it. I was going to do it and just walk away not run. I decided to do it while he was sleeping. So I figured I would need a gun. Then just before the dawn's early light I figured it was just my karma I got what I had coming. And it was not worth spending a life time in prison or worse just for revenge.

One day in Baltimore I had given a black Teamster brother a ride home into the ghetto. After I dropped him off I was stopped at a light when a man came up to my car and started beating on my car. So like an idiot that I am I got out to ask him what his problem was. He had some strange thing in his eyes. Wormy twisting around. So I said to him "Lean on Jesus before he leans on you" and he said "fuck Jesus" So then I made my second mistake, I turned my back on him and walked away. That is when he came up behind me and hit me upside the head with a two by four. So then we had a stand off. This was after the riots and there was rubble everywhere. So I picked up a four by four and we stood there. There was a large crowd of black people surrounding us. But it was very quiet none was saying anything they were just interested. eventually I backed away from him and got into my car. Again it was my karma I figured.

Pardon me for saying this but you sound so innocent to me. Which is a good thing.
I am reminded of a bit from the old bible
something about "do not provoke your children to anger"

I see that I have tripped your trigger. Not my intent.

after the damage is done
very sorry barry


I speak from blood and experience. Tell me what you can speak to.
After Astoria I joined a Quaker meeting
And George Fox asked
"What canst thou speak to?"

[hester_prynne]

Caught in the underwear-tow of a crime.
His fetish exposed.
Maybe it ruined the thrill of stealing panties for him?
If he asked me for a pair i'd gladly give them to him...it's the not asking that is silly.
He seems silly to me.
And here I sit, wondering if he used to put them over his head which would have made me laugh.
H

[SadLuckDame]

This reminded me that I gots nobody to write to any longer.
I've lost a catfish, then the only magician I had did the famous disappear act. This will disrupt my further writing,
since I've no one I want to tell anymore too.

[Barry]

Pardon me for saying this but you sound so innocent to me. Which is a good thing.
I am reminded of a bit from the old bible
something about "do not provoke your children to anger"

I see that I have tripped your trigger. Not my intent.

Oh, Jack, you make some broad assumptions here. Come on, I used a smiley emoticon. Didn't that make clear my "trigger" was not "tripped," no matter your intent?

Here's what I can speak to, Jack...I have made mistakes; I make mistakes; I will make mistakes. Whenever this happens I have been, am, and will be regretful, and when there is an opportunity to make amends, I take it. Call that innocent or childlike if it suits you. I call it mature.

"A friend is someone you can say any tom fool thing to and still remain friends"

He seems silly to me.

Exactly, but 68 months? If the punishment suited the crime he'd have had about 320 or even 480 hours of community service out picking up trash along the highway with one of those silly day-glo vests on.

This reminded me that I gots nobody to write to any longer.
I've lost a catfish, then the only magician I had did the famous disappear act. This will disrupt my further writing,
since I've no one I want to tell anymore too.

I'm sorry this has happened to you, and that you feel this way. Writing has always helped me through the hard times.

Peace,
Barry