Reid, when the afterlife comes, I want to get permission from God to see you in hell, burning for eternity. I want to savor your pain, and revel in your anguish. Your tortured cries will nourish me. I want to enjoy your bloody shrill screams, each one like a musical note in a beautiful opera of pain.
Isaiah 10
New International Version (NIV)
10 Woe to those who make unjust laws, to those who issue oppressive decrees,
2 to deprive the poor of their rights and withhold justice from the oppressed of my people, making widows their prey and robbing the fatherless.
3 What will you do on the day of reckoning, when disaster comes from afar?
To whom will you run for help? Where will you leave your riches?
4 Nothing will remain but to cringe among the captives or fall among the slain.
Verse 2 is what Bundy was trying to say.