It looked, blue, purple, then, black (kinda like the shades of the shiners you’d left on my eyes? Or those, markings on my arms, thighs, stomach, wherever it is the clothes, covered me, up???).
Painted my heart, and I can’t, control it, I’m still, too, entangled into you, couldn’t, break free from my own, self, the fatal attraction toward you grows stronger, every second we’re, apart, but I KNOW (in my mind!), that you’re, NOT what’s, good, for me!
what that, looked, like…illustration from online
Painted my heart, that’s, what you’d, done, you’d, scarred it up, cut it open, while I was, still, lucid (you didn’t even BOTHER to put me under anesthesia!)…Painted my heart, and, there’s, NO way back, and now, I’d, ripped my heart out, because, your shades, well, they’d, not fitted me perfectly (you know how perfectionistic I am!), and so, I’d rather have what’s absolutely PERFECT, or, NOTHING at all.
So yeah, I’d, RIPPED my heart that you’d, painted with your, shades of lies, out, and although, the hollow in my ribcage still, ached (the phantom limbs, I suppose???), I no longer feel anything, pitter-pattering, when I, placed my hand on my, chest anymore!
One of the greatest men of literature, and he got, ZERO, moral, just kept using his mistress, abusing her endlessly, and what’s worse was, she allowed him to, suck her dry, how stupid is this woman??? Translated…
Juliette is a high-end whore from Paris, dressed really elegantly, squandered the money away like, crazy. But she’s, too beautiful to, resist, clear and bright eyes, with a tall nose, there’s, that, attractive, elegance about her, with the cherry red tiny lips, oval shaped face, with her thick, blue and black hair, a beauty that can make the entire, world fall at her, feet.
Victor Hugo, the author of “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”, was romantic, and he’d put the twenty-seven-year-old Juliette play a part in his play, then, used the excuse of rehearsing the lines with her to, see her, and started a, love, affair, there’s the bliss that’s faithful in that story, and yet, it didn’t run short on betrayals, and the disappointments from the, betrayals.
here’s a potrait of Victor Hugo…portrait from online
Juliette became Hugo’s newest mistress. At the time, she’d already, squandered all the money she’d made from the performances, away completely, and was living off of the sponsorships. To keep her relationship with Hugo going, she’d given up her flashy social life, and let go of her originally, rich, lovers.
Although Hugo also had the money, but he’s, very, strict, he’d not just not given Juliette too much money to spend at her will, he’d also, restricted her from speaking with other men too, to date them, without his consent, she wasn’t to leave home. At this time, Hugo found a wife for himself, but, refused to stop his relationship with Juliette. Juliette complained that she had nothing to do, but to wait for Hugo, to come and be with her, Hugo told her, “write to me then, write everything that’s come to your mind and sent them to me, let me know everything that makes your heart tremble.”
Juliette didn’t resist, planned to give her whole life to the man she loved, Hugo, other than being his, mistress, she was also his, secretary, traveling companion. She’d scribed Hugo’s work all day long, read his poetry. And on the holidays, they’d gone out to France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Germany, the Swiss Alps to, travel.
Hugo ignored the tears and objections of his own wife, Adele, but the truth was, Adele also kept a lover too. This sort of a script kept playing repeatedly in western literature, for instance, the Mexican painter, Diego married Kahlo, but also had an affair with his own, younger sister-in-law, while Frida also had, a lover on the side too.
Juliette was stuck in a bad place, she’d copied the hand-drafted work of Victor Hugo for around fifty whole years, but didn’t have a penny for a new, dress, later, she’d even had to, pawn her own belongings, because the debtors came. And she couldn’t get enough firewood to keep herself warm in the winters, and because she didn’t have the firewood, she’d stayed in bed all day long.
Other than scribing for Hugo, and being his traveling companion, Juliette couldn’t be a part of Hugo’s public life that’s, quite elegant. And, once she was granted to go with Hugo to visit someone, she’d waited for him, patiently, like a, faithful, puppy, waiting in a horse carriage with the tent. In a letter from Juliette to Hugo, she’d told him, “thank you for treating me like a stray dog.”
In the decade’s time, Juliette lost her looks, but, she’d, praised Hugo, that he’d never, aged a day, still kept his, charming, facial features.
And, Hugo still, transpired in-between the women. He could spend his morning with a whore, and a famed ballerina for an afternoon, and spending a night with a, socialite.
and here’s the SELF-SACRIFICING WHORE of, Victor Hugo, Juliette Drouet, from the internet…
But the real trial came. In 1851, Napoleon the Third started up the revolution, and Hugo became a most wanted criminal. His wife, Adele was ill in bed, Julliette found a safe house for Hugo, falsified the documents so he could escape out of France, and lived with him, like an exile, again. Hugo wrote a letter to Juliette who’d saved his life, “I’m often in the dangerous hiding places, after along night’s waiting, I hear my keys, trembling in your, fingers……then the light would come in………you’d found me, calm and, at peace, you know why this is? It’s because of, you…………”
After Juliette died, Hugo grieved for a long, long time, he’d never written anything, ever again, this showed, how Juliette’s faithfulness toward him, meant so much to him.
There’s a western idiom, “Translation is like women, if it’s loyal, then, it wouldn’t be beautiful, if it’s beautiful, then it wouldn’t be, real”. In my translation course, my student asked me, “aren’t there the women who are, faithful and, beautiful at the, same, time?”, I’d told my student, “don’t be fooled, Juliette is, one of them.”
And so, this is how men used women, until they can’t be used anymore, then, the men discarded their lovers like, TRASH, and what’s worse is these DUMB BITCHES (because that is what they made themselves into!) allowed this, CHEATS to keep on, coming back to their bed, and for what? A FREE FUCK, and this still didn’t just happen in the eighteenth (that’s when Victor Hugo’s time was, right???) century, there are still women, who are, foolishly, giving, every ounce of everything that they had, to the men too unworthy of their, time, and in the end, these women are still, enablers to their own being abused, and taken advantage of, by these, bad, men…
The words of that fortune-teller, that made you pull the plug, on the love that you were, unsure of, maybe it was, a self-fulfilling, prophecy…translated…
After thumbing across Gin’s “The Fortune-Teller Made Me an Excellent Negotiator”, I’d started to recall, how when I was in my youth, the fortune-teller also, helped me, “turn down” a love.
As I graduated I’d started teaching in Taoyuan, in the countryside, other than the rice paddies so green, my overachieving coworkers, day after day, so boring. Finally, there came, a young and beautiful sub, we’d hit it off immediately. She’d invited me to visit her home on the weekends, I’d thought that she was the daughter of a principal (of another school), that the place she lives in must be something all right, so I’d, agreed, to get a meal for free to boot. She rode me on her scooter to her home in Yangmei, it was a mansion, so totally, elegant, in her room, she’d hugged on to her stuffed toy, talked of the dreams we have. Until her mother hollered, “Time for lunch!”
We’d gone downstairs, other than her mom, her younger sister whom I’d greeted as I’d arrived, there was someone extra, my coworker pulled me to sit, introduced, “this is my older cousin, he’d come to visit for the day.”, I’d smiled and nodded to acknowledge him. After we had our meal, we’d sat and chatted, he had a pair of glasses, gentleman looking, with a tall nose ridge, worked in her father’s company, and that was, that. My coworker rode, sent me back by the same way she’d ridden me there.
Two weeks later, my coworker asked, was it okay if she gave my number to her older cousin? Turned out, I was, matchmade in secret. Holy crap, because I was going by the scooters, I’d worn the pants, the t-shirt, with no makeup on, all the way, the wind messed up my hair, I’m guessing, that I’d, looked like a maid of the house? Did he mistaken me for being able to work hard, that I was, the mothering type, the good wife?
After summer, I’d transferred back to Keelung. He’d called me a couple of times, and I’d, finally, made the date.
It was at the rush hour after work, the rain in Keelung, poured down like it usually, had, I’d arrived on time, ten minutes, half an hour, no show, I was almost about to, blow, other than feeling anxious and agitated, I’d wanted to, just leave, but I’d felt, upset, insisted on waiting for him to come meet me to explain to me why he’d been, late.
Over an hour later, he’d finally come, drenched, was it the rain, or the sweat? Panting hard, kept apologizing to me, “there’s no rain in Taipei, first time taking the greyhound, I didn’t know that the traffic would jam this bad in the rainy days!”, I’d originally wanted to just, turn and say to me, “you can stay here,” then leave him right on the spot! But seeing how wet, how beaten he was, very genuine, I’d gone soft, we’d found a café, sat and chatted a long time, and, it’d, added to my liking toward him.
He was really kind to me, quite protective. On the weekends, he’d brought the packed lunches he’d made with the fruits, to school to stay with me through my shift. On the outings, I’d wanted to look pretty, always worn the dresses, the dress shoes, he looked at me, and had a hard time watching me walk around, one time, he’d presented me with a pair of sneakers he’d bought, told me to change into them, then, my steps became, lighter, and, the path to love was, sunny skies, up ahead.
let’s see if there’s a breakup in your, future…photo from online
Later, he was going to the U.S. to study, was unwilling to part ways with me, and he’d even written a very long letter to my best friend, asked her to spend more time with me, to look after me (to help him watch me, to make sure I wasn’t dating, perhaps?). And, ever since, we’d been, separated, the letters sent and received took forever, there wasn’t any LINE, no webcam, and someone wanted to intrude, so I’d started, swaying.
Awhile ago, a couple of my fellow school teachers felt they were bad on their luck, and, were introduced to a man who was said to be really good at reading our fortunes, they’d gone there, I had nothing, so I’d gone along. Seeing how they nodded at the man’s telling, it seemed real enough, my coworker told me to try it, but, my days were perfectly fine, there’s no huge tidal waves in my life then, so, I’d decided, to ask about this romance I got started, in! The man used the turtle shell, shook, shook, shook, the coins came out, and, mumbled out a whole lot of what I couldn’t understand, and what I could understand what he’d told, was that “this man never tells you his whereabouts, is evasive. Then my coworkers started yapping: this is too serious, marrying him, you don’t know what he will become when he’s away, out of the house, you will, end up, badly.
Actually, I’d not believed the words of the fortune teller that much, but, the love was, slowly dying then, and there were some, external, factors that came, we’d, slowly, drifted, apart, can’t go back to where we once were anymore. He’d worked hard to get me back as he’d come back to Taiwan, I’d felt bad, he was tortured, I’d told him what the fortune-teller told me, he’d felt helpless, wanted to go and SMASH up the fortune-teller’s stand, I’d felt, that my beliefs weren’t, justified enough too, but we’d gotten, disconnected then. Being heartbroken, he’d taken my blessings for him, left for the U.S., in tears.
And so, maybe, you’re, a self-fulfilling prophecy, because you believed the words of that fortune-teller, that was why you’d, driven him away, and he was away, too far out of your close vicinity, and, long-distance relationships are never easy, so you’d, broken his heart, broken up with him. Who knows had you not gone to get your future told by the man, maybe, you would still be, with him…
Who’s mama’s good boy, huh? You a good boy? How ‘bout you???
‘K, got THAT, out of, the systems here, so let’s begin…
To have and to, H-O-L-D, hold that thought, please hold, while we transfer you, to our, “next available customer services representative”…………..
You are now, the NTH in line, waiting!
To have, and to, H-O-L-D, uh yeah, get real, I do not need to have (although I’m, a really, possessive woman, but only TOWARDS materialistic STUFF, nonliving things, hello, hello, hello???), I don’t need to hold either, ‘cuz, nothing in life I will have, that’s, of any importance to me, will stay (i.e. time, love, yada, yada, yada), besides, I’m now, just, drifting along, the waves of this life here, not letting anything stay, if things stay, sure, why not, and if they don’t, yeah, uh, who C-A-R-E-S (I sure as hell don’t!).
like this, and see the, PSYCHO look on the face of the man??? Scary isn’t it??? Photo from online
To have, and to, H-O-L-D, I mean, if you really (and I do mean, REALLY!), love someone or something, you should let her/him/it go, even IF s/he/it does NOT “pick” you, and you’d still wish them well, because that’s what, true love’s, about, but, how many of us can really do that?
Not very many is how many!
So, to have and to, H-O-L-D, is for the sake of, POSSESSIVENESS of human being, not of, love. At least, based off of the above “dissections” it seems, that way…………
Regrets over what’s been, lost through time already, and, ain’t NO chance anyone will EVER, get what’s already lost, B-A-C-K! Translated…
A Painting
Turned All that’s in Your Sight into, Yours Now
A Car Broke Down Because of This
For the Sake of, the Lingering Sights of the Backside
They All Contained, that Segment of, the Desperate Longing for Time to Stay
The Journey Always
Flashes by Second-by-Second
Like that Name
what do you see, what do you, hope to, see??? Photo from online
The Strokes to Writing it
Became Things of the, Past
The Mountains Started, Showing Themselves
Allowing the Wind to Clear Them Off
Of Last Night’s, Rain
Deeper Inward to the Sorrows Which are, Way Beneath
Like the Lake, or a
Sea with No More Raging Waves
All Became, Smoothed Over Like the Crystal Clear
Surface of that, Mirror
Showing the, Chapters of, the Ripples
On the Cliff, You’d Desperately
Tried, Melting Down All that You See
Into, the Sun, Setting
So, there’s not just, the desperation, but also, that intense sense of, longing in this, maybe, you’d lost something or someone, that you wanted back desperately, but, that can’t happen, because, the past is, the past and once something is the past, that’s, where it would, S-T-A-Y!
The difference between aggravated assault and attempted murder lies in the FACT, that this woman didn’t bring ENOUGH acid to cause severe enough damage on this man whom she’d had upsets with…on how the charges does NOT fit right to the extent of the crime here, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The woman, Chiu and her cohabiting partner, Hsieh argued over their relationship, to get him back, Chiu premediated in pouring strong acid on the man, prepared the solution in a bottle, waited at the parking lot late in the nights when Hsieh got out of his car, then, she’d, rushed up to him, poured the acid all over his body, causing his face, neck, and his body to get eroded, to the point of his becoming disfigured, his nose was out of shape, his arms no longer moved as they used to either, he’d sustained twenty-nine-percent burns over his body, the D.A. charged Chiu on aggravated assault recently.
Based off of understanding, Chiu (age 39) as she’d started cohabiting with Hsieh, started having frequent altercations with him, on the night of March 29th, Chiu prepared a bottle of strong acid, and ambushed at a parking lot in northern Taichung, waited until two in the morn the following day, he saw Hsieh riding up in a cab, as soon as he got out, she’d rushed up to him, poured the acid on his face, his body.
Hsieh had fourth degree chemical burns on his eyes, his face, his neck, his head and on his limbs, taking up twenty-nine-percent of his body, his face became disfigured, his nose out of shape, retinal injuries, and lost the agilities in his hands and arms.
After Chiu committed the crime, she’d stayed on scene, the police first took her back to the station as a witness, but found her to have the erosions of acid on her wrists, her shoes, and as she’d complied in answering the questions, that was when the police found the bottle with the strong acid solute in her car.
As the D.A. interrogated her, she’d admitted that she was upset over the love which was why she’d taken revenge on him, and the surveillance in the parking lot showed that it was her, plus Hsieh’s testimonies identifying her as the perp too.
Hsieh sued Chiu on attempted murder, Chiu denied that she had the intents for murder, the district attorneys believed, that after she’d poured the acid, she’d not committed any more malicious acts, based off of the amount of acid she had on her, although it will cause the skin to get eroded, but, it’s hard to tell, that it would cause death, found her guilty of aggravated assault.
Yeah, uh, how’s that just? I mean, you brought the strong acid, and poured it all over your cohabiting boyfriend’s body, and that’s not called intent to murder? What the @#$%? Yeah, and just because this dude got lucky, not gotten killed, this woman is getting that slap on her wrist, that’s still NOT justice!
As the green-eyed monster, took control over him, and, aggravated assault, was the result of this, particular, case, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The man, Wang was upset over how his girlfriend fell for another man, two nights ago, called the adversary, Chen out, had eight others to ambush beforehand, forced Chen to take the firecrackers in his hand, then, Wang lit it up, it’d blown off three of Chen’s fingers; as Wang and eight others saw, they’d run off scattered, and was caught one by one by the police, after the D.A. interrogated Wang, the courts took him into custody, with the eight accomplices charged with public endangerment. Chen was rushed to the hospital, not in life-threatening danger, his fingers were reconnected through surgery.
The Puzi Substation of Taoyuan Police Station received a call by the locals at 11:17 two evenings ago, that next to the McDonalds there was a loud explosion, that there was a man injured, the police and fire department rushed over, found the twenty-nine-year-old Chen’s left index, middle, and ring fingers blown off his hand, they’d rushed him to the E.R. immediately.
The police found, that tis was a crime related to love, they’d reviewed the street surveillance, and zoomed in on the thirty-two-year-old Wang, who was arrested at fifteen past midnight last night, they’d found the steel bullet, the gun, and the lighter in the form of a gun, then identified the eight other accomplices, in two hours, they were all arrested.
The police found, that because Wang’s ex started dating Chen, the two men became jealous of one another, Wang called his ex and Chen out to resolve things, right before the incident; as Chen showed up, Wang and his gang subdued him, Wang pulled out the gun with the steel bullets threaten Chen to take an unknown explosive in his left hand, then, the group of men, detonated the device using a gun-shaped lighter, with three fingers blown off Chen’s hand, then, the group dissipated.
As Wang went into the police station, he’d claimed, that the explosive he used was a sort of a fire cracker, that Chen brought, that he’d lit it up himself, but the locals testified that it was Wang who lit up the device, and ran to the side to hide; because Chen was outnumbered, and may have underestimated the explosive, didn’t let go on time, and got injured.
Because the explosive was completely destroyed, the police is still trying to figure out the ingredients, to see if the men had broken the laws on owning explosives; the police charged Wang and eight others on aggravated assault, gang fight, and other charges, sent the nine into the D.A.’s offices, and they’re working the case as an organized crime case.
And so, this all started, as an upset in love, because this man was upset over how the woman who used to love him fell out of love with him, and in love with another, that’s what got him started on revenge, and, because he let his jealousy go over his head, that’s why he’d attacked the adversary, using a fire cracker, and now, he and his gang will all be charged with aggravated assault!
Caught him cheating, and so, it’s, break up time! Translated…
The summer evenings, with that, smoky, scent and the breezes so gentle, I’d asked the person I was into to a date at Bitan, and it was getting late, I’d worried, that he couldn’t make the final trains, I’d told him to, go ahead. Normally, it was me who watched her leave, but this time, he’d told, “every time I’d left before you, this time, I will, watch you go then.”, the two of us stood still at the gates, and I couldn’t, turn him down, and so I’d, told him, to be safe on his way home tonight.
It was midnight, as I was ready to pick up my scooter to ride him, I’d bumped into my professor who was just getting out of a dinner party. We’d chatted for a bit, as I’d, ridden out, readied to go home, I saw the passenger riding on the back of the electric scooter, she looked, more and more, familiar, and I was shocked to realize, that it was my date who’d said she will see me off first; at this time, he’d wrapped his arms around the waist of another man, the two were laughing and talking together.
It was like the primetime soap scripts, I was, shocked, afterwards I’d called him up, and he’d admitted that he had, many whom pursued him, that I was, merely, one of the, many. I got angry, and stopped all contacts with him, I’d told my friend about this, and he’d only smiled and responded, “thank heavens you found out early, the next one will be, better!”, I’d clasped my hands together, “Grateful I am to you, professor, you’re, with all the, foresights I needed!”
And so, had you not bumped into your professor on that night, you wouldn’t have been delayed, and had you not been delayed, and you wouldn’t have caught your boyfriend with another guy, and so, it was bumping into your professor, that was exactly what fate ordered for you, to find that your boyfriend was, a cheat!
And this government still prides itself, on having the one of the MOST “advanced” anti-stalking laws on the planet here??? Give ME a break! Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The man, Chen suspected of not getting his ex-girlfriend, Yeh to take him back, his love toward her turned to hate, yesterday, he’d ambushed around the Nankang Software Industrial Park where Yeh works, chased after her with a machete, attempted to hack her down, and used a rope to strangle her, the police were notified, and rushed over, Yeh sustained four hacks on her body, rushed to the hospital, she’s not in critical condition currently, Chen sustained the slashes on his hand, was taken to the hospital under police custody, he will be charged with attempted murder.
The police investigated, the forty-year-old Chen and the twenty-nine-year-old Yeh had broken up for about four months, he’d texted her repeatedly to get her back, later on, he’d started texting the threatening messages to her; Yeh works as an accountant for a company at the Nankang Software Industrial Park, she had been stopped by Chen, as he wanted to talk to her about breaking up, she finally had it with his harassing her, on the 26th of this month, she’d gone to the substation and reported him on domestic violence, and filed for a temporary restraining order, and it hadn’t been passed down yet.
At around 11:30 yesterday, Chen drove to Sanchong Road, Hsinming Street intersection next to the software industrial park, waited outside of a super convenience shop in his car, at around one in the afternoon, he saw Yeh on foot, going to get her lunch, he got the machete in hand, got out of his car, and, cut into her abdomen, Yeh fell to the ground, started screaming, Chen started hacking at her like crazy, and the act of hacking her down took around one minute.
As a passerby saw, the individual immediately called police, and stopped Chen with an umbrella, Yeh took the advantage to get away, ran into the breakfast shop opposite of the street, Chen chased after her in, with a knife in one hand, the other on her neck, strangling her; the three officers from the local subprecinct arrived, pulled out their guns, hollered, “Drop the knife!”, “Get on the ground!”, as Chen tossed his knife he was subdued, pinned to the floor, his shirt was covered in blood.
Yeh sustained a total of four knife wounds, on her left abdomen, the lower of her left ear, and her right forearms, was rushed to the hospital by the paramedics. During the attack, Chen slashed his own left hand, the police escorted him to the hospital, he’d not said a single word, because he sustained the nerve ending damages from his own cutting himself, he’d needed the surgery and the hospitalization, the police hadn’t gotten the chance to interrogate him yet.
At the preliminary inquiries, the police asked about the backgrounds, their relationship, the motives of his going after the woman, Chen remained silent. The police found, that Chen had no criminal records on file, but had harassed the victim repeatedly, and they’re looking at the “horrid lover” who’d committed the attempted murder.
So, this is how well the amendment that got signed, at the end of June or start of July with the means to stop the horrid lovers worked, not at all that well, because the police always comes too late, and, unless you’re, escorted by the police, everywhere you go, there would be chances that these people who felt upset over the breakups will come after you, and, restraining orders still does SHIT, just look at all those, previous cases, the restraining orders, always come, too little, too late.
Considering how this MURDERER is already in his golden years, that’s why he’d not received the DEATH PENALTY, and that there’s no chance of him, committing another murder again, and this is unjust, in the mind of the families of the murder victim, off of the Newspapers, translated…
The Pingdong native, Huang had a crush on a cell phone shop store manager, Tseng, he failed in pursuit of her, and she’d not reciprocated, and his love turned into hate, he drove his car, ran the woman down, caused her to sustain serious injury and fell into a comatose, then, lifted her to an empty house, cuffed her up, and allowed her to die on her own. The Pingdong District Court found that Huang had premeditated using his car to kill the woman, that he’d cut off the chances of the woman’s being sent to the hospital so her life can be spared, but considering how as he reached his age eligible for parole, he’d be in the eighties, that there’s no need to separate him from the rest of the society forever, sentenced him yesterday on murder to life in prison, he will be stripped of his public office position for life, this can still be appealed.
Huang was listening to the verdict in the jail cell where he was held, he’d stated that he’d not heard the verdict, the judge reread the verdict, and he’d lacked the emotional expressions. The husband of the woman who’d been murdered, Tseng said, that he won’t accept the results, hoped that Huang could receive the death penalty instead, that murdering someone is a serious felony, that the country should do whatever it can, to protect the innocent people in the society, instead of being overly protective of the felons, all murderers showed sense of remorse, a possibility of being reformed, that the light sentence was against what’s just.
He said, people live longer in the modern day, if as Huang was eligible for parole, and still able-bodied, it would be just as easy for him to murder another, all of his wife’s friends, families, and relatives all wanted him to get the death penalty, that it isn’t emotional, but the country needs to warn those who have the murderous intents.
Based off of understanding, since last February, Huang had multiple times used the excuses of getting his cell phone number renewed, setting up his account to harass Tseng, and Tseng sued him for it, on April 8th, in the evenings, he’d tailed after her on her scooter, and, rammed her over, causing her to fall unconscious, he’d taken her into his car, drove about ten kilometers to a vacant house, cuffed her onto the stair handles, and kissed her lips.
The police found Huang, demanded that he tell them the whereabouts of Tseng, he’d claimed he had amnesia, said that Tseng was the one who ran him over with her car, by the time Tseng had been found, she was dead. The district attorneys investigated the facts, and charged him on murder, and forced sexual molestation charges.
The courts found, that Huang knew that ramming his car into the motorist might cause the motorist to die, and still rammed against Tseng, causing her to sustain severe injury, and saw she was still breathing, to complete his murder, he’d lifted her to the vacant property, cuffed her, and, cut off her chances of being rescued, just left her to die; after he was found, he kept evading responsibility, delaying the time for rescuing the woman by the police, and not apologized to the families, nor mentioned of how he will pay for what he did.
The courts believed, that Huang is fifty-six years old, if he was given the life-term, he would have to serve for more than twenty-five years before he was eligible for parole, that it was enough to keep him away from society until he is eighty, even as he made parole then, chances of him murdering someone again is slim to none, that there’s no need to take away his life, nor keep him away from society for life, that it’s just that he receives the life sentence.
And so, you can see, how this can upset the families of the loved one, right? This loser murdered their next-of-kin, and only received the life-term, when he deserved the DEATH penalty, for murdering her, torturing the woman, simply because he had a crush on her, and wanted her to himself, but she didn’t want him. But hey, look on the bright side, at least, this mother @#$%ER (maxed out!) will be tortured by his own, guilty conscience in his, four-by-four (or however large his cell is going to be!), for as long as he is to live.
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