A "Sick And Dangerous" Man
Shameful tears, tears of a self-obsessed egomaniac, but not tears of personal shame. Tears of aggravated entitlement, bereaved at the loss of power, prestige, ambition. Yet he was himself the author of his own discovery of self as a monster of gruesome and vicious needs to achieve the kind of satisfaction he accustomed himself to. He made that pact with the leering devil within, and felt himself to be in complete control.
A control that extended to every facet of his life. The facade he presented as an accomplished leader of men in a rigid military hierarchy that requires of its leaders steadfast reliability, punctilious gravitas, the assumption of grave responsibilities, and the ability to casually perform under duress, placed him precisely where he felt his talents and capabilities should have led him. What percolated through his dementia, however, is anyone's guess.
Dissatisfaction with the ease of it all. The urge to find excitement and satisfaction elsewhere, in stealthy, puerile and shamefully sadistic acts to be perpetrated on the innocent and the helpless. His 'normal' life required that he present as a faithful and uxorious husband, concerned with the well-being of a socially-contracted matrimonial bond that complemented his station in life as a base commander on his way to higher office.
His lugubrious visage as a man facing the ultimate shame of being discovered to be a callous lout - a brutal sham, a bestial predator, a conscienceless sadist happy to forego the compassionate emotions of a normal human being, now haltingly confessing his regret at the "despicable crimes" he committed during unforgivable acts of tormenting misery - offendingly begs for forgiveness.
The flabby fines applied against him as "victim surcharges", representing a standard $100 fine for each of the 88 offences to which he pleaded guilty will go into an aid-for-victims of crime fund operated by the province. Anyone suspecting that they would be granted 'aid' from such a source would shudder in denial, pushing away the potential of accepting funding from such a dreadful source.
Russell Williams - no longer, at the urgent request of the Canadian military, to be honoured by the title "colonel" - is sincere enough in his regrets. They are all, however, inner-directed. He is profoundly regretful that his cleverly concealed responsibility for having committed dreadful crimes of viciously brutal misogyny were not sufficiently concealed as to continue to defer suspicion from him, as planned.
He was clearly shocked at the realization that evidence had accrued in the hands of the police that demonstrated his guilt in theft, predation, torture and death. He had obviously convinced himself that in his great position of trust and authority his character and the reputation that complemented it were unassailable. That he was more clever and capable than the police whose job it was to track him down.
This is what he regrets. That he was, at certain key times, not sufficiently aware, not adequately prepared to take the care he should have to avoid detection. What this man now mourns is the public shaming, the disgust and despair of the public in viewing the horrible spectacle of a man who had everything worthwhile in his grasp and chose to discard it and instead choose a path of atrocious destruction.
For a while, a conscienceless beast, a dedicated psychopath on a psychotic path to deliver torment and death to the innocents among us, prowled the streets and countryside of this national capital area. He has been detained, prosecuted, sentenced and de-fanged.
Justice can never be adequately performed; his victims will never return to those who loved them.
A control that extended to every facet of his life. The facade he presented as an accomplished leader of men in a rigid military hierarchy that requires of its leaders steadfast reliability, punctilious gravitas, the assumption of grave responsibilities, and the ability to casually perform under duress, placed him precisely where he felt his talents and capabilities should have led him. What percolated through his dementia, however, is anyone's guess.
Dissatisfaction with the ease of it all. The urge to find excitement and satisfaction elsewhere, in stealthy, puerile and shamefully sadistic acts to be perpetrated on the innocent and the helpless. His 'normal' life required that he present as a faithful and uxorious husband, concerned with the well-being of a socially-contracted matrimonial bond that complemented his station in life as a base commander on his way to higher office.
His lugubrious visage as a man facing the ultimate shame of being discovered to be a callous lout - a brutal sham, a bestial predator, a conscienceless sadist happy to forego the compassionate emotions of a normal human being, now haltingly confessing his regret at the "despicable crimes" he committed during unforgivable acts of tormenting misery - offendingly begs for forgiveness.
The flabby fines applied against him as "victim surcharges", representing a standard $100 fine for each of the 88 offences to which he pleaded guilty will go into an aid-for-victims of crime fund operated by the province. Anyone suspecting that they would be granted 'aid' from such a source would shudder in denial, pushing away the potential of accepting funding from such a dreadful source.
Russell Williams - no longer, at the urgent request of the Canadian military, to be honoured by the title "colonel" - is sincere enough in his regrets. They are all, however, inner-directed. He is profoundly regretful that his cleverly concealed responsibility for having committed dreadful crimes of viciously brutal misogyny were not sufficiently concealed as to continue to defer suspicion from him, as planned.
He was clearly shocked at the realization that evidence had accrued in the hands of the police that demonstrated his guilt in theft, predation, torture and death. He had obviously convinced himself that in his great position of trust and authority his character and the reputation that complemented it were unassailable. That he was more clever and capable than the police whose job it was to track him down.
This is what he regrets. That he was, at certain key times, not sufficiently aware, not adequately prepared to take the care he should have to avoid detection. What this man now mourns is the public shaming, the disgust and despair of the public in viewing the horrible spectacle of a man who had everything worthwhile in his grasp and chose to discard it and instead choose a path of atrocious destruction.
For a while, a conscienceless beast, a dedicated psychopath on a psychotic path to deliver torment and death to the innocents among us, prowled the streets and countryside of this national capital area. He has been detained, prosecuted, sentenced and de-fanged.
Justice can never be adequately performed; his victims will never return to those who loved them.
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