Dear Sir or Madam,
You must be relishing your accomplishment Tuesday — setting a puppy on fire in the middle of South Corinth in Oak Cliff. It took no brains, no guts, no talent to strike the match that created an excruciating death. When you saw the creature screaming in pain and running in confusion, did you get some kind of thrill? What will it take next time? The vile abuse of a child? The rape of a woman? Your kind always needs to ramp up the level to get a greater thrill. You start with the most helpless and move up the ladder because it’s the only thing that you can do successfully — hurt others for your own failings.
But there is an end in sight. You see, our society doesn’t cotton your kind. You’ll make a mistake. There will be a witness or a victim who will be able to identify you. There will be a judicial system that will eventually stop you. And then there will be the community of residents confined in Huntsville, who will provide a type of payback that “civilized folk” secretly wish to give you but are prohibited by the laws of the state. The residents of Huntsville have their own form of justice for your type and will execute it accordingly.
So, you’re big stuff today, knowing that you got away with torturing a small, helpless creature. But you might start thinking about the phrase, “Payback is a . . .”