"It is proper that we acknowledge the overwhelming weight of international opinion against the juvenile death penalty,

It is proper,  you imbecilic, shit-heeled, goat-felching buffoon, that we do nothing of the fucking sort!!!

We just got through electing a President, in part because he told us he would not seek the permission of *spit* Fwance *spit*, Germany or Russia when it came to defending America's borders.  So why the Hell™ your excuse-for-a-court - or any other  court, for that matter - give a fat rat's furry ass what  "international opinion" is?  Why the Hell™ do we need to get Fwance and Germany's permission to execute our criminals?  Can you answer me that,   Kennedy, you addle-brained asshat?

You can be damned sure of this,  you moronic boob:  They  don't give a flying frig in their  courts how we do things here.  Then again, did you ever stop to think that maybe - just maybe - that's why we're  the superpower and they  aren't?

You, Kennedy, are no better than Pennsylvania's sick, spineless excuse-for-a-senator, Arlen Specter, who voted to acquit a known perjurer, Kaiser Wilhelm von Slickmeister, based not on anything in the United States Constitution, but on fucking Scottish law!!!!!

resting in large part on the understanding that the instability and emotional imbalance of young people may often be a factor in the crime," he wrote.

What a crock of putrid shit.  Based on that  twisted logic, Kennedy, you stupid fuck, we shouldn't even convict the punk-asses at all!!!   How dare  we subject the po' widdle t'ings to such ignominy as having to be arrested, handcuffed, fingerprinted, tossed into a holding cell (with a pervert named "Butch" who has a sick, demented look on his face, no less), stuffed into an orange jumpsuit and dragged through the embarrassment of a trial?  I mean, the po' widdle baby doesn't know what he's doing - he's not culpable!!!

And you, Kennedy, went to law school and paid them thousands of dollars  to have them shove this bullshit into your pinhead-sized brain?

Why don't we just take a quick look at just whom you've let off the hook, Kennedy, you fucking moron? (The source for this you can find here; the following paragraph, according to the link is from State v. Simmons, 944 S.W.2d pp165-171 (Miss., 1997).)

In early September, 1993, Christopher Simmons, then age seventeen, discussed with his friends Charles Benjamin (age fifteen) and John Tessmer (age sixteen) the possibility of murdering someone. On several occasions, Simmons described the exact manner in which he planned to commit a murder: he would find someone to burglarize, tie the victim up, and ultimately push them off a bridge. Simmons assured his friends that their status as juveniles would allow them to "get away with it [a murder]."

Shirley Crook was a young woman who was taken from her family in the prime of her life. She leaves behind her husband Steven Crook, who had been away on an overnight trip on the morning in question. She is also survived by her daughter Kimberly Hawkins and her sister Purdy Mitchell.

On September 8, 1993, at approximately 2:00 am, Simmons, Benjamin and Tessmer met at the home of Brian Moomey, himself a convicted felon. This meeting was for the distinct purpose of carrying out Simmon's train trestle murder. Leaving Tessmer behind, Simmons and his accomplice Benjamin left Moomey's house and went to the Crook's Jefferson County residence to commit a robbery and murder.

The two men arrived at the wee hours of the morning. In order to break into the house, Simmons and his accomplice preceded the rear of the house. Simmons reached into a cracked window, unlocked the back door, and entered the home. Mrs. Crook was home alone at the time and was clothed only in her bathrobe. She was awakened by the intruders who had turned on a hallway light. Simmons entered Mrs. Crook's bedroom, and upon seeing her, recognized her as someone with whom he had previously had an automobile accident.

Simmons then ordered Mrs. Crook out of her bed and forced her to the floor. While Benjamin stood guard, Simmons bound her hands behind her back with a roll of duct tape he had found after rummaging through the house. The two men next taped the victim's eyes and mouth shut. Simmons and Benjamin then took the bound Mrs. Cook and threw her into the back of her own minivan, which was parked in her garage. The two men took off in the stolen minivan and drove from the Crook residence to Castlewood State Park in St. Louis County.

Upon arriving at the park, Simmons parked the van near a railroad trestle that spanned the Meramec River. Upon unloading the victim from the back of her minivan, Simmons discovered that the victim had been able to free her hands and had removed some of the duct tape from her face. The two men bound Mrs. Crook again by restraining her hands and feet with a number of her personal effects, to wit: a strap from her purse, the belt from her bathrobe, a towel from the van, and some electrical wire found on the trestle. Mrs. Crook's head was smothered with her towel.

Simmons then pulled Mrs. Cook out onto the railroad trestle overhanging the river. There, Simmons tied additional restraints victim's hands and feet with the electrical wire, in a process described by the Missouri Supreme Court in 1997 as "hog-tie fashion." Simmons completely covered her face with duct tape. Simmons himself pushed Mrs. Crook over the edge of the trestle into the river hundreds of feet below. Mrs. Crook was alive and conscious when she was pushed over the trestle.

Later that day, Simmons returned to Moomey's residence and bragged that he had killed a woman "because the bitch seen my face."

And you just gave him a pass, Anthony Kennedy.  This fucking waste-of-oxygen bragged that he could get away with it, and damned if you didn't prove him fucking spot-on.

You son-of-a-syphilitic-crack-whore-bitch.

So Denizens - the Court Jester's message is clear:  If a snot-nosed, punk-assed bastard offs any of your friends or family, your best bet to see justice done is to do it yourself.

Before the InJustice System gets to him and starts coddling him.