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Reluctant Warrior [kidnap, vio, snuff, trial, no sex]
By yellowyenko@hotmail.com
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Reverend Jim was starting his seventeenth year as a pastor.
He very much enjoyed and believed in spiritual things. He married not
long after his 34th birthday, his wife Jan was also 34. They shared
many interests and life was primarily good. Not long after their 4th
Anniversary, they welcomed their first child, Gracie, into their
family.
Reverend Jim did not indulge too much of his past history to
Jan, nor to anyone else. In his younger days Jim worked for the
military of the United States. Just before graduation, Jim had joined
the Army and soon found himself saying yes to the Special Forces. His
mentor, Captain Gerald Gerard, now a full bird Colonel, had personally
trained him and a handful of others to be special, very special. At
the time, there were special forces and then there were elite special
forces, of which Jim soon became a part of. The military always
looked for the same criteria for this group, single, excels in all
training, and a warrior type mentality and in Jim's case it helped
that he was multi-lingual. His training was immense. A seventeen
year old was like putty in the instructors' hands. Jim did so well to
his initial training that before his 20th birthday he was chosen to be
one of five men who were known in military circles as Viper Squad, or
in civilian terms, `all specialty.'
Jim's specialities included computer programming and hacking,
guerilla warfare, sharpshooter (all types of weapons), disguises, over
40 languages spoken fluently, explosives expert including nuclear and
chemical weaponry, field surgeon, aviation, engine mechanics,
electrical engineer, and much more. In the 10 years of active
service, Jim `visited' over 40 countries around the world. He
normally would burrow in a government to steal information or make a
hit. Jim's membership in the Viper Squad was well documented by his
superiors but was buried deep in government classification, where not
even high commanding officers of the military were allowed unless
given priority status.
Jim rose fast in rank and was designated as a major just
before asking for an inactive designation. He was an active
participant in Viper Squad well into the early years of his ministry,
taking vacations and days off to help the government with some high
security issue. His fair complexion and blonde hair pretty well kept
him in the Eastern Bloc countries. These traits he had hid from
everyone except his father.
When Jim was 32 years old, he retired from active service.
The cold war was over and the Eastern Bloc Communist countries had all
but disappeared. He began losing his physical build to inactivity and
soon he was carrying a good 260 pounds on his six foot frame, up from
his fighting weight of 210. Don't be mistaken, he was still fast,
very fast, but he didn't look it. None of his friends or church
members would ever guess he was once a member of the special forces of
the United States. He guessed that being fat would deter the military
from reactivating him. He kept in touch with Colonel Girard over the
years. The colonel kept him posted on goings on within the
government's military. Viper Squad was all but gone, three of the
force had been killed in action, one had went his own way and hired
out to the highest bidder and Jim was inactive.
Recently Jim acquired a gift from Colonel Girard, a new
experimental handheld tracking device hooked up to a billion dollar
satellite hovering over the United States. It was the first step into
keeping track of its citizens as they approach the New Millenium.
Girard sent him a note to test it out and play with it and review it
for him. It came with a tiny transmitter that would be the actual
tracking bug that the satellite could pinpoint within seconds. Jim
sent a quick encoded email of thanks to Girard. It laid around the
office for several days until Jim had a quick thought, he decided to
transplant the dime size tracking device into a pair of Gracie's
shoes. He made a small incision in the shoe and inserted the tracker.
Over the next few weeks he activated the test alert on the GPS and
within seconds the satellite had communiated with the GPS giving him a
city map of where Gracie was at with her mom, driving directions would
pop up on the LCD screen and when the GPS was within 100' of the bug,
it would beep and the dot would flash. It worked great.
Jan worked two days a week. It was during one of these days
that Reverend Jim had his two year old daughter Gracie at the park
one Fall afternoon, the older children were in school and there were
only a sprinkling of people in the massive park. They made their
usual trek around the park, swings, sliding boards, feeding the ducks,
and more swinging. Gracie had just been potty trained and could
really fly in her panties, the diapers wouldn't allow her to run real
fast. Jim normally let her get 10 or so feet away from him before
calling her back or running and catching up with her. As always,
there were those in the park that he raised his eyebrows at, older
single men, just sitting on a bench and waving at everyone. He
dismissed his fears of one particular man some time ago. He saw him
often and was always pleasant to talk to. Gracie was about 8' in
front of him when he caught a movement behind him and to the right,
before he had a chance to defend himself, someone had hit him in the
back of the head and he fell forward to the ground. His only concern
was for Gracie, he tried to yell for her, only to see the man who had
hit him sweep her up in his arms and jump into a car that was passing
by. Fear crept into Jim as he tried to shake the dizziness away, jabs
of pain shot through his head. His heart was in his stomach as he
tried to comprehend what was happening, his thoughts were not clear.
He had to do something, he had to swallow the pain and move now. Jim
struggled to his feet and saw the dark blue sedan speeding away.
Jim walked shakily back to his minivan and started it up and
sped through the park. The wheels on the van seemed to come right
through the floorboard as he hit the speedbumps. "Stupid, stupid,
stupid," Jim thought as he went over the last few minutes. It must
have been the man sitting on the park bench but he was not sure.
Suddenly Jim thought about the GPS unit, Gracie was wearing her
"special shoes." He had left the GPS unit at home, he turned the
vehicle and headed home as fast as he could without drawing attention
to himself. Pulling in the driveway he jumped out of the vehicle and
entered the house and garage area and found the unit. After turning
the unit on he pressed the red button alert, signaling the satellite
to pick up the bug. He hoped the man had not thrown away Gracie's
shoes. Before leaving the garage, he pulled the attic ladder down
from the ceiling and dug furiously through the insulation until he
found his Italian made silenced PP7 and checked the clip before
putting it in his pocket. He ran into the bedroom and grabbed a pair
of his wife's pantyhose from the bureau before going back out to the
van. As he was backing out of the driveway, he slipped a pair of
thin gloves on and checked the GPS and found that the satellite had
found the bug and was telling him to go North and East from his house.
His head still rocked from being hit and he was angry, more angry that
he had ever been before. As he drove he periodically checked the
unit, he was getting closer.
He had driven approximately 2 miles into the center of the
commercial district of the community in which he lived. As he
approached the square, where there was several commercial buildings,
stores, and warehouses, the unit started flashing. He was within a
100' more or less of the bug. He hoped that his efforts to find his
daughter didn't end at a trash can. Jim drove around the square and
did not see the dark colored sedan he remembered from the park. He
drove through the alleys and backstreets until he spotted the car that
looked a lot like the one he had seen, the GPS was still flashing.
Reverend Jim parked the van near the sedan and surveyed his
surroundings, no one was lurking about. He tested several doors until
one opened quite suddenly and he was face to face with a man he'd
never seen before. "What do you want?" He asked gruffly. "Is this
the rear entrance to the pharmacy?" Jim asked casually. "No, I
believe..." The man started but did not finish has Jim buried the hard
part of his palm against the man's nose. Jim heard the tell tale
sound of bones crushing and caught the man before he fell, blood
spattered from the man's nose all over Jim. Jim knew he'd either sent
the man's nose into his brain and killed him or just disabled him for
awhile, he hoped the latter. He meticulously searched the building
and at last came upon an area that was quite well hid from view.
He probably would not have found the area if he had not heard a child
crying, "Bingo!" He thought as he pulled the stocking over his head
and face. He pulled the silenced pistol out of his belt and proceeded
to go toward the whimpering, manuvering around stacks of cardboard
boxes as he went.
The sight that Jim saw when he finally came upon the area
flamed his anger even more. His young daughter was lying on a table,
her little arms taped down to the table, her coat lying on the floor,
she was still wearing her shirt although it had been bunched up around
her neck. Her pants and briefs had been taken off, but her shoes left
on. There was one man standing between her little legs, laughing.
Three other men were in the room, two on one side of the table, the
third on the opposite side, these men were dressed in business suites
and had their hard cocks in their hands. "Well, I think since I took
the risk in kidnapping the bitch, I should have the first go at her."
The man standing in between Gracie's legs said. "She has not been
violated yet," Jim sighed to himself. Sick as a situation this was,
as soon as the man said this, one of the suits ejaculated on Gracie
and one of the men across the table soon followed. Jim's lip curled
up in anger, he knew he had only seconds to take care of this
situation. As the men laughed together, Gracie appeared subdued, he
hoped they didn't drug her, but probably she was just in shock from
not only the situation but also the cold temp in the warehouse.
Jim rushed in the room with surprising speed and shot the man
standing between Gracie's legs in the side of the head, blood
splattered over the other three men and Gracie as the man crumpled to
the floor. "AGAINST THE WALL NOW!" Jim shouted shoving the man
nearest him towards the wall. There was mass confusion as the men
started shouting, pleading for the lives. He quickly patted them down
but found no weapons. "ON YOUR KNEES, NOW!" Jim screamed. All three
of the suits did as they were told. "PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEADS
AND IF YOU LOOK BACK, YOU ARE DEAD! DIG YOUR BILLFOLDS OUT AND THROW
THEM BEHIND YOU, THE LAST ONE TO COMPLY GETS A BULLET IN HIS KNEE!"
He gathered up their billfold and dug their licenses out and pocketed
them. He hissed. "There, there little girl, you're safe now," Jim
cooed trying to calm the blood splattered Gracie. He quickly untaped
her hands, gathered up her clothes and her in his arms, she fell
limply onto him. He smelled the semen mixed with Gracie's puke
heavily as he picked her up. The suits were whimpering before him
still begging for their lives. He felt like killing them all, but
didn't.
Much quieter Jim hissed toward the quivering suited men, "If
this little girl suffers any type of effect from what has happened
here, I will hunt you down and make you suffer!" He backed out of the
room with the limp form of gracie in his arms and grabbed a small
cellular phone off the top of a box. One man tilted his head to look
toward them and Jim sent a round into his leg causing him to scream
out in pain as he fell forward.
Jim was sweating profusedly as he pulled the stocking off his
face and opened the door to the alley where his van was parked. He
slid into the driver's seat with Gracie on his lap and started the van
and pulled away. Normally he would strap her in her seat, but he
needed to get away quickly.
About two blocks from the warehouse, he pulled the cell phone
out of his pocket and called 911 and said very quickly in a heavy
French accent, "there has been a shooting in a warehouse just behind
Mac's pharmacy, please hurry!" He then turned it off and proceeded to
drive home still sweating profusely and adrenaline rushing through his
body, Gracie was still quivering in his arms.
He pushed the garage door opener button as he rounded the
corner near his house and pulled the minivan in the garage. He
quickly and meticulously dropped his clothes and pulled Gracie's
clothes off and put them all in a trashbag along with his coat. He
couldn't find her coat, it was probably still on the fucking floor of
the warehouse, he'd forgotten it! He went into the bathroom and drew
a nice warm bath for Gracie. Calling on his past medical training, he
checked her blood spattered body over and determined that she had not
been hurt. He laid her down on the floor just for a second and
started to walk off to hide the trashbag of clothes and the pistol
when she began screaming. Jim rushed back to his young daughter
whereupon she scampered into his arms and said, "Dada?" "Let's take a
bath," Jim said as cheerfully as possible not wanting to alarm his
traumatized daughter. Gracie got into the tub and he and she scrubbed
her body until the water turned a pale red. After getting the blood
off of her, he drained the tub and turned on the shower and got in the
tub with her and proceeded to wash himself of the scumbag's blood.
Afterwards, he refilled the tub with fresh water and let Gracie play
and splash like she always did, but was talking about red paint on
her. Jim smiled and sighed heavily and thanked God for the safe
return of his daughter.
After the warm bath, and two whole bottles of milk, Gracie
fell asleep in Jim's arms. He gently laid her on the floor of the
Family room and climbed the attic stairs and hid the pistol, then he
took the trashbag of clothes and tied it tightly with some twine and
shoved it under the house until he could properly dispose of them.
"I'm home!" Jan yelled as she closed the door and walked
through the house to the Family room. Gracie ran to her mom and
climbed into her waiting arms, Jim gave his wife a kiss and asked how
her day went. "Busy as usual," she responded and slipped out of her
coat. Gracie was at the age where she could repeat and copy
everything she sees although her words sometimes were not clear. "And
what did you do today, little girl?" Jan asked Gracie. "Red, men,
hurt Gracie, noise, scare Gracie, Red paint, men, scare, etc. etc.."
Gracie exclaimed excitedly. "What is she talking about, Jim?" Gracie
asked and continuned, "what men scared you, what noise...?" Jim just
shrugged his shoulders and began setting the table for dinner. He had
already decided not to tell Jan about the kidnapping and attempted
attack against their daughter. To do so would have made him tell her
his life history with the Special Forces and at odds with her keeping
this kind of information from her, so he decided not to tell.
A few days later, Colonel Girard showed up on his doorstep,
straight from Washington D.C.. He invited Jerry in and introduced him
as a friend to Jan and Gracie, before Jerry, dressed in civies, asked
him if they could go and have a cup of coffee somewhere.
"What's wrong," Jim asked Colonel Girard, puzzled by his
sudden visit. "That GPS tracking system I lent you to test," Jerry
began. "Oh, yes, you can have it back, it works great!" Jim answered.
"No, I don't want it back but there is a problem." He responded.
Looking at some notes he read, "On November 6, you alerted the
satellite saying there was a problem, not a test, but an actual
emergency alert." "Yes..." Jim hesitantly said. "One thing I failed
to mention to you, when there is an actual emergency alert, the
satellite pinpoints the tracking bug and then administrates a hard
copy of the alert, it's approximate address, the registered owners
name and address to the local law enforcement." "Oh," Jim responded
quitely. "I have deterred them for a few days of sending the hardcopy
saying it was a matter of national security, but they will eventually
send this to the local law enforcement, Jim." Jerry said and asked,
"what was the problem?" Jim stared at him for a few seconds before
answering, "My little girl, Gracie, was kidnapped in the park. I
didn't at the time have the GPS unit with me, but fortunately for her,
she had on the shoes in which the tracking device was embedded. I
went home and got the unit, pushed the emergency alert button and got
directions in which she was taken." "And..." Colonel Girard prompted
looking suddenly serious. "I found her, she was in a warehouse with 4
men, I had to kill two of them, one by hand and the other by a pistol.
I wounded a third in the leg..." Jim responded shaking his head.
"FUCK!" Colonel Girard responded a bit too loudly for Jim, causing
other patrons of the restaurant to turn and look at them. "And your
plans to straighten this out?" Girard asked. "Up until now it was
justifiable homicide, far as I was concerned." Jim replied. "And
now....?" Girard prompted. "Nowww, it looks like I'm going to have to
turn myself in." Jim answered. "Okay, let's look at your options."
Girard said pulling out a small tablet. "You hit and accidently
killed a man who was guarding the door, you shot and killed a man
standing over your partially nude daughter, and you shot a bystander.
Correct?" Girard asked. "Yes," Jim replied. "Who was the bystander?"
he asked. "There were three men dressed in suits standing at the side
of the table with cocks in hand, masturbating over my daughter, he was
one of them. I had them kneel and face the wall and as Gracie and I
were backing out of the room, he tried to steal a glance at me and I
shot him in the leg." Jim continued. I didn't know who they were at
the time, nor did I care. But the local paper filled in the blanks.
"What are the papers saying?" Girard asked.
Jim responded, "The papers say the three suits interrupted
three men in the warehouse that one of the suits owned. According to
the men, they were meeting in the office discussing Community
Betterment issues," Jim snickered sarcastically. "These three men are
all well respected family and businessmen in the community. One is a
Vice-President of a local bank, one is the principle at the high
school and the other co-owns a funeral home in town." Jim told Girard.
"How convenient." Girard whispered. Jim nodded and continued,
"according to local law enforcement, the two dead men have rap sheets
longer than your arm spanning at least 20 years for child molestation,
pedophile activities, child pornography, and the one I shot had
outstanding warrants in Ohio and Indiana for these activities." "Why
didn't you go forward as soon as it happened, Jim? It is an open and
shut case!" Girard stated. "Because I didn't want Gracie to be
paraded, and the suits were going to be a problem with community
ties." He responded. "Okay, I'll send an attorney down here for
Washington, you go and turn yourself in, TODAY!" Girard demanded.
"Jan, I have to talk with you." Jim said as he walked into the
family room. "Okay, talk away," she responded not lifting her head up
from her playing with Gracie. "Serious, look at me...." He said. Jan
looked up at him and saw he was visibly upset. "What's wrong?" She
asked concerned for him. "You have been hearing about the murders
last week of the two child molesters uptown, right?" He asked her.
"Yes, it bothers me greatly, you know." She responded with sarcasm.
Then Jim started to tear up and spilled the whole story to her. It
was hard to determine what she thought because of the sheer
information she was trying to comprehend. "And, now what?" She
finally asked. "Now I'm turning myself in." He whispered. She
grabbed her coat and dressed Gracie and said, "Let's go."
They walked past several officers standing in the hallway and
came to a stop in front of a desk with an officer typing something.
Barely looking up, he asked, "May I help you folks?" "I'm here to
turn myself in for the homicides last week." Jim said with level tone.
Within a few seconds, officers had surrounded Jim and handcuffed him.
Jan and Gracie left and went home after Jim told her not to worry.
Three investigators, 1 from the local police department, 1
Highway Patrolman, and one ATF agent, sat across the table from the
manacled Jim Pulpit. A camcorder had been set up in order to tape his
confession. Behind the mirror in the room, Jim knew several others
were staring at him.
"Okay, Mr. Pulpit, tell us what happened." Jim began the
story with him and Gracie in the park and ended the story with him
hiding the bag of clothes under his house. "My wife knew nothing of
this until a short time before I turned myself in." He ended.
"You say the three businessmen were a part of this crime
against your young daughter?" One investigator asked again. "Yes,"
Jim replied and repeated their part. "Do you have any proof of these
allegations?" He asked. "The only proof I have is two of them
ejaculated on my daughter's clothes before I shot the man between her
legs readying himself to rape her." Jim answered. "And these stained
clothes are the ones you mentioned that are under your house in a
trash bag?" He asked leaning down toward Jim. "Yes, they are unwashed
and in a trash bag under my house." Jim replied again. "Mark," he
called out the door. "Call Mrs. Pulpit and tell her that we'd like to
come over and get something from the house." He told the officer.
"Yes, sir!" The officer responded. "Mr. Pulpit, do you still have the
weapon you used?" The investigator asked. "Yes," Jim answered again.
The pistol is in a ziplock baggie and in the attic of the house. Jim
had removed the silencer and had melted it down. He did not tell the
officers he had used a silenced weapon since they were illegal.
The investigators poured over the trashbag of blood and semen
stained clothes and examined the Italian made PP7. They sent all the
clothes to the state's crime lab to be examined, via an officer.
Evening came and Jim was taken once again to the interrogation
room. "Mr. Pulpit? Is the pistol registered?" "No, it is not," came
the reply. Jim learned long ago not to register weapons. "We have
never seen a pistol quite like the one you have, where did you get
it?" An investigator asked. "I purchased it in New York City, from a
street vendor some years ago." Jim responded. "From a street vendor,
illegally I suppose?" The investigator sneered. "Yes sir." Jim
answered.
They took Jim back to his cell that he shared with several
other men. He kept to himself. Just once in the past 5 days in
lockup had he been tested and it was by a punk of about 20 who wanted
Jim's bunk and judged the pudgy Jim as easy pickins for a power play.
"Hey, fatso, you are laying in my bed." The punk said. The other
young men snickered. Jim tried to ignore the punk which made him even
madder. "I'm talkin' to you, fatboy!" The punk said as he walked
toward Jim. Jim sat up and then stood and faced the young man. "I
think you better leave it alone!" Jim responded. "I think you better
leave it alone," the man mocked and then swung at Jim. Jim side
stepped the fist, caught it and held the punk's arm under Jim's arm
pit and in the same motion hit the punk hard in the face with his left
elbow, causing the punk's nose and mouth to erupt in blood and tissue.
He started screaming and fell to the floor of the 5 man cell.
"What in the hell happened in here?" The large jailer yelled
through the bars, watching the young man writhe in pain on the floor.
"I don't know officer, I think he must have the stomach virus or
something," Jim answered and then looked at the other 3 men who just
shrugged their shoulders and nodded their heads. "Well fuck!" The
jailor responded and left to get a couple of more officers who took
the punk out of the cell and presumably to the hospital, we never saw
him again in our cell.
LOCAL MINISTER CONFESSES TO MURDERS!
Screamed the headlines on the frontpage of the local paper as
well as the area papers. However, they did not know and could not
print his revelation of the 3 businessmen's part in the kidnapping and
attempted molestation of his daughter.
Reporters poured over the department everyday looking for more
stories in the murder case, the public hungry for information. The
church in which Jim pastored wasted no time in announcing that Jim's
orders had been stripped and he had been removed from the ranks of
their ministry. Jan told him in several visitations that she could no
long even step out of the house, because reporters were camped out
everywhere, a few even going into the backyard trying to get
interviews and pictures of his wife and daughter. This angered Jim
very much.
The three businessmen were each called in individually and
each requested an attorney before they would answer any questions at
all. They were arrested on the spot for suspicion of pedophile
activities and perjury in trying to cover up a crime. They had
practiced what they would say, but in the interrogation room, 1 of
them couldn't remember his lines. However, it was still held from the
businessmen as well as the community that they may be semen samples
that would prove their involvement, since it would take a couple of
weeks for the test results to come back.
The community rose up against the latest accusations saying
Jim was trying to implicate them because he was facing dire straits.
They placed the three suits in a detention cell down the block
from where Jim was being held. Holding out a mirror from the bars,
Jim saw the first suit go in his cell. The block was monitored by
sound and one camera which pointed down the hallway. Jim yelled down
the hallway to the first cell block, "Hey John, you still down there."
A voice yelled back, "Yeah, what the hell you want?" Came the reply.
"You see the suit that just got locked up with ya." Jim continued, "he
likes children, young children if you know what I mean!" John, a
`three strikes your out' arm robbery suspect that Jim had befriended
in the cell block, glared at the suit, "is dat true?" He asked, "you
like to do it with chillen?" About that time the jailer busted in the
room and removed the suit from John's block and put him in a private
cell and then went down to where Jim was and said, "Please don't do
that, it won't help your case at all." Jim smiled at the jailer and
nodded.
The businessmen hired attorneys who quickly got them out of
jail, after finding out they were merely being held without being
charged. The investigators in the case had a judge subpeona all three
for sperm samples for dna testing. One suit never showed up at the
hospital testing facility and never went home and was listed as
missing by his family and as a runner by the law enforcements. One
suit actually did show up and give a sample but his was found to be
negative to the two samples found on Gracies shirt. The third and
most powerful suit was balking at going and giving a sample, his
attorneys were arguing his case and refusing to obey the subpeona. An
arrest warrant was issued for the principle of the high school who was
on the run.
Reverend Jim remained in the county jail with no bail assessed
on him. He didn't mind it too bad, three squares a day, limited
exercise time, and a bed and most of all respect of the others in his
cell block. Girard had acquired an attorney from a large metropolitan
city near the small community in which Jim was being held, Jim had
negated the offer of a D.C. attorney saying that would cast suspicion
on him from other areas. The local attorney worked closely with Jim
and his wife, Jan. And, Jan & Gracie, would come by every other day
and see him. For the most part, Jan stayed at home or with her
parents because of the constant sprinkling of reporters always around
bugging her.
About 2 weeks after the initial subpoenas had went out for the
three businessmen, the principle whose semen allegedly was on Gracie's
shirt was found in a wooded area near the community, a victim of
suicide. He killed himself with his own registered handgun and some
hunters found him in a heavily wooded area. The suicide made the
community rethink their anger in the case and cast shadows of doubt on
the other two businessmen.
The attorneys for the powerful businessman told their client
that he was going to have to submit a semen sample or he'll go to
prison for contempt. He finally relented and gave a sample. A week
later police arrived at his palatial home and arrested him for child
molestation, a charge that shocked the community. Through
negotiations, he plea bargained for a lesser charge, turning evidence
on the other suit and the two men who were killed.
At the trial, the community was further shocked by allegations
one businessman confessed to and evidence presented on the other
businessmen. It is quite shocking to realize the men one puts a lot
of faith and trust into are capable of crimes against children. The
powerful businessman received 5 years for pedophile activities, the
other businessman received 15 years for his part plus perjury and
hindering an investigation. Of course the principle was dead by his
own hand in order that he wouldn't have to face friends and family.
Jim received 2 years of probabation for unlawful use of a unregistered
weapon plus 3 years for manslaughter for the guard he killed at the
door, his sentence was further reduced for time served in the year he
spent in the local jail awaiting the outcome of the trial. He was
found not guilty by reasons of defending his toddler daughter for the
murder of the pedophile which kidnapped her.
***
Jim's final statement in the public attended court was as follows:
My heart is heavy with the burden of which my sin has caused to my
family and friends.
I do not approve of one taking the law into one's own hands,
my anger overtook me and I am sorry for the pain I've caused.
My heart goes out to the children of our community who are in constant
danger from those who would do them harm.
For some say, that because of my taking the law into my own hands, I
have forfeited my freedom to live as a free citizen.
I tell you today that the laws of this land might take away this so
called freedom, but they cannot take my being free away, for the
freedom that I have is not wrought from human laws by human means.
I have freedom only because my Lord has died for my sins, yes even the
sins of which I have standing before you today. You can lock away this
body, you can throw away the key. But I am as free in prison as I am in
my own house. I pray that the laws of this land will someday recognize
the great damage done to our children by those whom we label as Pedo-
philes. That some day those that harm children in this way will be
locked away and never released.
The two men whom I killed in defense of my daughter both had multiple
offenses against children, and yet they were allowed in our community,
in our parks, in our homes. The only good that came from this was the
exposure of secret sins of respected men who had evil intentions against
our children. It is my hope that God forgives them of their sins against
children and that these sins not be held against them when Judgement day
comes.
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