Let's chat a bit about Clayton Lockett.
You know -- the late Clayton Lockett who's reaping all kinds of misguided (and misplaced) sympathy because the drugs used to execute him didn't kill him quickly enough to satisfy death penalty opponents.
The late Clayton Lockett, career criminal.
The late Clayton Lockett who was convicted and sentenced to death by a jury for the torture, beating, rape, sodomy, burying alive, and murder of a 19 year-old young woman in Oklahoma -- a young victim who was selected at random during a crime spree Lockett launched shortly after he was released from prison.
The late Clayton Lockett who died of a heart attack some 43 minutes after he was sedated, and after writhing, twitching, and convulsing for quite some time while the Grim Reaper took a coffee break.
The Clayton Lockett whom doctors contemplated taking to the hospital shortly before he breathed his last. (Taking to the hospital?!?!)
The Clayton Lockett whom many claim suffered a "botched" execution.
That execution wasn't botched. Clayton Lockett died. In agony, as did his victim. Man may err, but God doesn't make mistakes.
And I believe it was probably the vengeful, Old Testament God who had a hand in Clayton Lockett's demise.
So, shall we chat about Clayton Lockett?
No. Let the trash in the landfill stay undisturbed.
I'm not a good enough Christian to feel any pity toward that animal. Nor to speak his name ever again.