As most of you know, I oppose the death penalty.
And even that’s not quite right – I favor it for every reason but one – the inevitability that an innocent person will, between human imperfection, the politics of the prosecution system, bad defense, the emotions of death-penalty cases and just plain bad luck, be executed.
(And I was right about that).
But I’m writing today to say I’m willing to make an exception. Someone busted out Willy’s American Guitars in Saint Paul.
That’s like plundering the Vatican; like jacking up Graceland.
There is no punishment cruel or unusual enough for these people, when they’re caught.