1. Ariel Castro, the monster who imprisoned, tortured, and raped three women for many years, has committed suicide in prison.

I wish he hadn’t done that. I wish he had spent his years in repentance, and saving his soul. But he didn’t choose to do that, and the difference between God and me is that God is grieved by this foul deed. I don’t have it in me.

2. Two would-be Virginia robbers were beaten up so badly by their victims they had to be taken to the hospital before being booked.

That’s a supposedly fun thing these malicious idiots will never do again.

3. In Britain, a rapist is shocked to discover that his victim is HIV positive.

[His lawyer] said he would not find out the result of his HIV test until Friday, and has had the worry of the outcome hanging over him.

“It is his own fault, if he had not committed this offence he would not have placed himself in this position.”

She said that he started using cannabis at the age of nine and was drinking heavily at the age of 11. He became addicted to ecstasy and cocaine at 13 and was put in care the following year.

He has been trying to contact his family but they want nothing to do with him, she said, and he will now be away from his partner and their young daughter, as well as his two other older daughters from previous relationships.

It sounds like this lowlife’s existence on this earth has been nothing but a curse to himself and everyone he came across.

There are lots of people I feel sorry for in this world. These are four I cannot pity. There is some atavistic part of me that doesn’t object to the rough justice they have received, though in Castro’s case, it is truly regrettable that he did not repent and die a natural death. My pity in that case is a function of my religious belief. I said a prayer for mercy on his soul, but my heart wasn’t really in it, I’m afraid.