So what remedy works best for this nasty piece of work? The stocks? The pillory? The rack? The rope?
Methinks the cat o’nine tails. Forty lashes save one. On next offense, the rope.
Harsh judgment? I think not. This was an attack on what makes us Civilized: what separates us from the beasts of the field, and from muslims. It is our Faith, and our symbols of that Faith.
Yes I say. Grease up the Cat: she has some work to do.
Pick handles used to be popular devices of instruction for the seriously wayward down South. Make good firewood if there is a mess on ‘em afterward, too.