Convicted murderer Richard Cooey is scheduled to be executed today for the 1986 killing of two college students. Before we go on to address this case, let's not forget the victims. Cooey, you see, has such an enormous brain that he thought it would be a good idea to chuck concrete slabs onto Interstate 77 in Ohio one night about 22 years ago. When one of the slabs struck a car carrying college students Wendy Offredo and Dawn McCreery, Cooey and his accomplice got busy:
Okay, so basically, if you're looking for "Exhibit A" in the argument in favor of the death penalty, Cooey is your guy. Brutal, inhuman, predatory and...well, let's just say it: pure evil. This is a given.
"Pretending to "rescue" the women, Cooey and Clinton Dickens took the victims to a remote field, according to prosecutors. There the students were subjected to a three-and-a-half-hour period of rape, torture, stabbing, and fatal bludgeoning. Cooey carved an "X" into the stomachs of both women, prosecutors said."
After he was convicted and sentenced to death, Cooey naturally had to go through the appeals process, which can (and did) take years. In the meantime: Cooey was eating. And eating. And eating.
Finally his appeals are exhausted and he's staring execution in the face when a new defense occurs to him: you can't kill me- I'm too fat. In sum:
Well, Cooey's final appeal failed today. Which means that they are going to take his flabby body, strap it to a gurney and inject him with lethal drugs until he is dead. In fact, as of this writing, he may be dead already.
"His lawyers have argued that the inmate-- at 5-foot-7 and 267 pounds -- is "morbidly obese," and has gained about 70 pounds since his incarceration at age 19. Prison food and confinement in his cell for 23 hours a day, limiting his opportunities for exercise, contributed to his weight problem, his legal team asserted in recent court filings."
So the system works. We convict the evil, prove their guilt, dismiss their lame appeals and then we kill them.
Makes you feel like celebrating, doesn't it? I mean....doesn't it?