Tom, we know you’re just a limp-wristed libtard. Because you lost your manhood, I will volunteer to pull the lever if the bastard chooses to ride the lightning.
I prefer the rope in the public square. No shackles, no blind fold, just a 55 gallon barrel, a high tree limb (or lamp post), and a good hemp rope.
I’ll be more than happy to kick the barrel out from under the SOB.