Folks have little trust in Divine Providence in such cases that can’t be decided. The mob is hungry tonight. At least THIS mob is only a fulsome bevy of blustering emotiion driven justice-frenziers. That is, it reminds me of one place I lived when young and poor, that had a tin porch roof, yet the huge busomed and equally empty-brained young blonde lady upstairs would feed stray cats who could readily jump from the fences onto it.
In the heat of the city summer those cats truly raised a horrible ruckus in wailing and skittering acrost thet hot tin roof. If I wasn’t working and drinking so hard at the time it might have kept me up.
Who, among our upright and moral FReepers would want to be the one to carve those words to mark the grave of one they provided the rope for in a frenzy?
Justice is best conducted in a dispassionate atmosphere, in the absence of clouding emotions, and with faith that ultimately, if the guilty go free now, they will still have to answer for their actions later.
A frenzied mob is seldom a just instrument, and though its actions may seem right at the time, the individuals who participated often lived a lifetime of regret.
Every crowd is a tinder-dry mob, waiting for a spark, even online.