It had to happen on hump day. Two days later, I could have made a poll of it.

Reading the news today, I of course noticed the execution of serial nutjob Danny Harold Rolling (the name itself bugs me..... if you're going to use your middle name as well, then be formal enough to use your full first name. WTF is Danny Harold? That's like me calling myself "Joe Patrick the Troll".) Normally, I'm uncomfortable with the death penalty because I feel that one innocent (there's that word again) person executed is one too many. When we KNOW the person is guilty I'm a bit less sympathetic, although I think keeping him around and making his life farooking miserable on purpose would be  better from a punishment standpoint. I'm not interested in debating that, though, because I'm more interested in the way he went out. Singing.

I don't think I've ever heard that one before. You usually hear about the constant pleas of innocence, or the nervous tittering, or the hubris of Gacy's "Kiss my ass." The first thought I had when I saw that was, of course, "What song????" Unfortunately, they didn't say, but suggested that it was a hynm. That's a disappointment to me, because these last minute conversions  bug me. The time to find Jesus was before you raped the girl and chopped her head off, asshole. That would have been infinitely more helpful. But also, I'm disappointed because it isn't really memorable. I'd have preferred something like Muskrat Love or Walking on Sunshine. Maybe How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria (and then he could look at the guard and say "Ooh! Ooh! Let me up! I have a dance that goes with this!). Or, if the absurd isn't for you, there's always Folsom Prison Blues or Highway to Hell.

I, myself, would sing Deep Purple's "Highway Star", complete with the guitar solo, done note for note in "doo doo doo"s. Imagine my headstone: