A Killer is Entitled not to be Punched

It's hard to forget this impertinent little prick.

James Holmes merely walked into a movie theater, in body armour, and machine-gunned the audience killing a dozen or so, maiming dozens more. And after that, you guessed it, everyone was concerned about the dear boy. Let's make sure he lives a nice long life and is NOT bothered by anyone.

As with the fabulous blob Mark David Chapman, and another blob David "Son of Sam" Berkowitz, and other luminaries, Jimmy Boy was placed in "protective custody," so nobody could interfere with his rights.

Usually when some creep is sentenced to life rather than the death penalty, a victim mutters, "OK, you'll be Bubba's prison bitch." But bitches like Holmes, and cowardly Muslim cunts like the adorable Boston Marathon Bomber who got the cover of Rolling Stone, are ENTITLED to the utmost protection. Gosh, we can't have another situation like the prisoner who beat Jeffrey Dahmer to death.

Enter, Slim Daniels.

The media being SHITE, every article on the incident is slanted. By his own account, Daniels put a beat-down on Holmes and landed three or four punches before he was pulled off him. The tabloids ran with that story. Prison officials insist he barely hit Holmes twice, with one shot landing on a brave officer protecting the poor lad from further harm. All reports indicated it was a lucky fluke that Daniels happened to be around, and un-guarded when the protective gates hung open and the privileged Jimmy Boy happened to be escorted back to his private digs.

Daniels did get sent gifts and money from new-found fans, but had some of his privileges taken away. Had he not tried to beat up Holmes, he was probably going to be paroled in 2017. Now? Maybe much later.

Moral: don't try to punch a smirking murderer. Holmes sat through his long, tedious trial not saying a word, letting a woman defend him. She probably advised him he need not pretend to be crazy, bug his eyes, stick out his tongue, or do anything else to look like a comic book villain. And so he's another celebrity, given private quarters and having to do nothing more wearying than turn down interview requests and ignore his fan mail.

Funny, though, that some prisoners do want to be part of the inmate population. These are usually women who figure they can handle (if not have sex with) other women. "It's cruel to keep me apart from twat," some flinty bint will grimace. Killing a few men, well, that's quick and easy work. Doing time without twat is a real incuntvenience.