Wherever you live, whatever your circumstances, no matter if you woke up with a stiff neck and a sore back from sleeping in your car because you had nowhere else you could go, count your blessings no matter how small and meager they might be it.
If the world doesn’t seem a measurably better place by Ariel Castro being dead, trust in the fact it it is slightly less bad than when he was alive. I know I will sleep better knowing my Ohio tax dollars are not being spent to keep this prick alive.
Castro’s words at his sentencing hearing were those of an evil, twisted psychopath who when given a chance to speak before he was sentenced to life in prison, plus a thousand years for aggravated murderand for holding three young women captive for 11 years, he blamed his victims. Castro denied her raped and beat Michelle Knight, Amanda Berry and Gina DeJesus. He was full of excuses, rationalizations and justifications for everything he did.
“Most of the sex that went on in that house, probably all of it, was consensual,” Castro said. “These allegations about being forceful on them — that is totally wrong. Because there was times where they’d even ask me for sex –many times. And I learned that these girls were not virgins. From their testimony to me, they had multiple partners before me, all three of them.”
“I am not a violent person. I simply kept them there without being able to leave.”
“I never had a record until I met my children’s mother. My son was on there the other day saying how abusive I was but I was never abusive until I met her. And he failed to say that at the end before she passed away that them two weren’t even talking.”
“What he’s saying, that I was a wife beater – that is, that is wrong. This happened because I couldn’t get her to quiet down. I would continuous tell her the children are right there, would you please? She would respond, I don’t care if the children are there and she would just keep going…the situation would escalate until the point where she would put her hands on me and that’s how I reacted, by putting my hands on her.”
“I just wanted to clear the record that I am not a monster. I did not prey on them … I just acted on my sexual instincts because of my sexual addiction. And god as my witness, I never beat these women like they’re trying to say I did. I never tortured them.”
“I see Gina (DeJesus) through the media and she looks normal. She acts normal. A person that’s been tortured does not act normal. They’d act withdrawn and everything. On the contrary, she’s happy. Victims aren’t happy.”
They should be happier today. Yes, they were cheated by Castro killing himself. We all were. But Castro was never going to suffer the way he made those women suffer. No matter how long he was locked away, he was still getting off easy.
Please spare me any recriminations about how uncool it is to take pleasure in a man’s death. Ariel Castro wasn’t much of a man. He was a kidnapper, a rapist, a scumbag. He should have been strangled at birth with the umbilical cord.
Most of all Castro was a thief. He stole the peace of mind of three women and their families for over a decade. Ask yourself what would be worse? To know your daughter was dead or to not know at all what had happened to her before she vanished into thin air. Death would be horrible, but never knowing would be a lingering torture without an end.
He was evil and when he faced his victims, the three young women he held captive and raped and tortured for TEN YEARS, he made no apology, expressed no regret, and showed no remorse. The only person he felt any pity for was himself.
Wonder why he offed himself? Maybe Castro had the horrifying realization he wasn’t in control of his own destiny. He couldn’t come and go as he pleased. His every movement was being watched. He would never be free again. He was trapped! He was a helpless prisoner at the mercy of others.
How absolutely perfect.
He can burn in hell forever. If the devil will have his worthless ass. We are alive and relatively well. That puts us ahead of Ariel Castro who is dead and roasting his nuts in hell. The filthy coward.
Bye-bye, A.C. Burn, baby, burn.