The morning television greeted us this morning. One of the murderers of that Connecticut family, behind bars, is speaking out for the first time about his ordeal….

Dare you kid? Why would one invoke the Czar’s rage when you know full well he will destroy you for it?

His ordeal? Hey, MSM—who gives a flying jay what he or his partner think about anything? That monster, and rarely so perfectly does that word apply, has enjoyed the full measure of society’s mercy by even being alive. Their sentences, if we recall, were to languish in prison until they die. And they could die slowly, like a decaying rot, or quickly—if prison justice has its way as it often does to refuse like that. Whichever; either is fine by us.

So we are clear here, readers, these are the two monsters that broke into a beautifully happy Connecticut house at random, clubbed down the dad, and forced him to watch his wife and daughters brutally savaged before they were set on fire, alive. He managed to escape, called the police from his yard, and got tragically insufficient response from the police.

And now one of these monsters has something he would like to say? Stuff it. And the media should have hung up the phone on his attorney. There is nothing he could say that would be worthy of our attention. We throw him to the void, where he will serve as a reminder about the Second Amendment, and he can scream and shout into the wind of his own making, alone and scared and forgotten.

It is the least we can do. For the Czar, he would have set him on fire, but the Czar understands that God has something far more ingenious planned for these two things along those lines. Meantime, media, you need to distance yourselves from these two fast.

The Czar of Muscovy

Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.