by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Remorse is the most preposterous emotion ever invented by humanitarians. What good is remorse?
Why the hell would it make any difference if a killer feels bad about his murders? Is regret ever going bring anyone back to life? Repentance doesn’t make a murder victim any less dead. If remorse were truly genuine, the killer would be standing by an open grave and trying to reanimate the corpse with a car battery.
You find me a thief who claims remorse, and I show you a robber who spent all the money. Would remorse ever give the victim back one stolen cent?
You show me a felon who feels remorse, and I’ll present you with a fucking liar. The only thing for which an offender would feel regret is getting caught and leaving stuff undone. Wouldn’t it be more honest for a reprobate just to acknowledge his antisocial intentions without having to pretend any regret?
Remorse is one of those things that a do-gooder always needs to hear when someone has transgressed against the existing order. A good Samaritan needs to hear an expression of remorse when someone has stopped conforming to the established system.
Repentance has always seemed more evil than any possible caper committed by a self-professed evildoer – more wicked because the victim knows it is untrue, yet the community still demands that it be uttered. There is something wrong, systemically wrong, with a society that expects its lawbreakers to be properly remorseful.
The only thing remorse demonstrates is the gullibility of the person who actually believes the apology. Remorse is an imaginary emotion – and like all feelings cherished by liberals, such supposed contrition presents a fantasy version of reality. If jurors are looking for a glimmer of remorse, it doesn’t really say much about their ability to judge the facts of the case.
I’d rather a competent criminal than a contrite crook.