Death is BAD!

Maybe I'm the only person to think this, but I am not happy that Saddam Hussein was executed.

For a long time, I was wishy washy on my views of the death penalty. I could see both sides, and I wasn't sure which argument was better. If someone killed a loved one of mine, I would want the person dead, but at the same time, how does it help? The loved one is still dead, and why does one more death help that? And the killer has parents too, people that loved him. If Andy ended up a serial killer, I wouldn't want him dead. I would be repulsed by him, but I will always love him. After giving birth, I decided that I just hated death so much and am not very much against the death penalty. I don't think anyone should get it, and I really don't like how it's THE news item at the moment. I feel like throwing up when thinking about this execution. I see nothing good coming out of it.

So that's what is on my mind at the moment. Oh and how gross is it that it's snowing right now? I liked our fall this year, and I am not prepared for winter. Andy doesn't even have a hat that fits him.