Normally, I am not an advocate of capitol punishment. There are simply too many flaws and far too many political considerations in the way that the death penalty is meted out for it to be considered anything but horribly biased. Nonetheless, every now and then someone comes along for whom the death penalty seems almost not to be enough. Paul Hill was such a person.
This is what happens when one person exalts their twisted religious beliefs above the law:
According to these folks, Paul Hill is a martyr. Wake up and smell the cat litter already. The man's a convicted murderer. Protector of children? I think not.
Sorry, y'all; if this is your idea of a man of God, you're worshiping the wrong idol. Have you tried reading those Bibles lately?
Bring us your pompous, your intolerant, your self-righteous, your morally bankrupt, and your easily influenced....
Time for Paul Hill's road trip on the express lane to Hell.
Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, son
A man had to answer for the wicked that he done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys
Hang them high in the street for all the people to see that
Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune
We’ll all meet back at the local saloon
We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses
- Toby Keith and Willy Nelson, "Beer For My Horses"