Above is a picture of Ricky Ray Rector. He helped the political career of William Jefferson Clinton. While Clinton was taking heat as a draft dodging, pot smoking liberal who was soft on crime Ricky's death warrant came across his desk. Sensing a chance to become what Dukakis failed to attain, President, Bill signed it. Not only did slick Willie sign it but he flew back to Little Rock from the Campaign to do so.
Ricky Ray was not right in the head. His family told stories of odd behavior and talk. One day he shot some people including a police officer. An incredible tragedy that rocked the small southern town Ricky then turned the gun on himself. He didn't die but became infantile in his actions and words. He certainly did not understand what was about to happen to him. As part of his last meal he ordered pie. Nothing unusual about that. People find solace in food and the last meal often is a metaphor for things in the persons life. As he was being taken to be injected with a lethal combination of chemicals, he hid a piece of pie for later. Something a child may do. Something a child that has siblings may do. A shocked guard found it later that day. Ricky Ray was dead.
So death is different. It propels political careers and advances weak candidates. And ends lives of people determined to be undesirable by the establishment.
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