OH COME ON
OH COME ON
Growing up, my mother, in the spirit of “I brought you into this world and I can take you out,” often threatened me with swift and violent death if x, y, or z should occur.
When I was old enough to think of such a retort, I’d respond “but then you will go to prison for life.”
Without missing a beat, she’d reply: “it’ll be worth it.”
Yikes.
So when I read the news that Andrea Yates rejected a 35-year plea deal, I can’t help but be mildly annoyed.
No, I don’t think she should get death or life in prison or anything — but I’d think that the opportunity to spare herself (and the good news reading public) another trial, coupled with the chance to honor her dead kids by admitting she killed them, would be welcome.
I mean, if any sliver of sanity has returned to her, how could she even want to walk free after drowning her own kids one by one by one by one by one?
7 years a kid seems fair — it’s not like she’s got much else going on.