"I want him to live the rest of his life alone, miserable and scared shitless about being attacked by fellow inmates.
I want him to feel some semblance of the fear he inflicted on his three victims every single minute for the rest of his existence.
I want him to never experience any joy or even contentment for the rest of his life.
I want him to get no pleasure from anything. Reading, watching television, playing a board game. Anything.
I want him to be fed shit flavoured protein shakes to meet his nutritional needs.
I want him medicated so he can't get an erection and wank off ever again.
I want him to live a long life devoid of hope, calm and peace and abundant in fear, anxiety and intense distress."
This is nothing like what he, and the rest of them, experience in our prisons. Eventually he will be transferred to the same prison as his brother and they'll share a cell. Playing Xbox, watching tv, building up their shitty stash of cereals, noodles, tuna, lynx and other currency. Getting themselves a job as a gym orderly or on the gardens party or whatever. Getting their ironed shirt on for visits from young girls who believe they're just misunderstood. Enjoying the attention from well meaning but deluded external programmes facilitators. You can't change these men. Learning to play the game, keeping whatever fights they have to the showers or in cells out of the way, "wasn't me boss, didn't see anything boss". Until the day they are released back into society.