Sorry for the last post - bad case of trigger finger... I laid myself down upon my childbirth bed a liberal and rose up from it a death penalty understander. I held that child brought forth in blood and pain and understood then that anyone who hurt her was just committing suicide. They wanted to die because they greivously wounded my child.

I still cannot erase the picture of the rescue worker running with the dying child in his arms. To this day, in my nightmares, that is my child. When I have the dream (more frequently of late) dawn finds me in my 9 year old daughter's bed, holding her as close as I can.

Life itself is uncertain; remove the murderers.