When I walk down a road and a dog attacks me, I give it a swift kick. The second time I give it a harder swift kick. From then on I carry a 357 Magnum when I walk down that road. I don't pat the dog, talk nice to it, give it a shelter with hundreds of other dogs and feed it a nice meal.
When a murderer says that it is great to be in jail because he has a bed and three meals a day, which he never had, your first world justice simply has no value. First world justice means absolutely nothing to a third world mind. It means as much to that mind as fuzzy logic does to a 4 year old child that grew up in the bush.
An eye for an eye - like it is said in the good book.
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