Guys… Guys. Let me get this straight.

We have a guy — Alphanso Talley — a seven-time convicted felon. Armed robberies, guns, prison, the whole greatest hits album of ‘please never let me out.’

Judge John F. Lyke Jr. looks at this walking rap sheet and says, ‘You know what? Electronic monitoring sounds good. Oh, you violated curfew? No biggie. Warrant? Pfft, we’ll just… release him again.’

Fast forward: Talley robs another place, gets caught, says he swallowed drugs. Because of Saint George Floyd, they want to avoid another death by overdose, I mean cop, lawsuits jail time for the policeman either way, they take him to the hospital… and this Criminal of the Platinum level pulls out a hidden Glock, when they release a handcuff for testing, and executes a cop in cold blood. Another officer shot in the face.

And the judge? He’s Probably sipping a $9 oat milk latte somewhere, feeling morally superior, crowing to his friends “I get it. I’m one of you comrades. I am so smart, Sipping his latte through a paper straw that has more structural integrity than his judicial philosophy.


See, this isn’t incompetence. This is ideology. These blue-team judges are running around like zookeepers who think angry cobras dripping with blood and venom, are merely “oppressed.”
’Oh nooo, we can’t lock the cobra up! That’s carceral! That’s oppressive! We must release him back into the wild so I can post on Instagram about how compassionate I am!’ Because nothing says ‘social justice’ like a predator in a residential neighborhood


Bro… it’s a cobra. Its entire personality is biting people. Statistically, it’s not a 50/50. It’s a 100% guarantee somebody’s getting bit.

And yet these Marxist-indoctrinated judges keep opening the terrarium going, ‘Fly free, my venomous king! The system hurt you!’

Well guess what? The cobra bit. A cop is dead. And I’m supposed to act surprised?”

“Here’s my modest proposal: Since these judges believe so deeply in their little poisonous snake theory, let the cobra bite them.

Not random citizens. Not cops. Them. Make the judge’s living room the official release site for the ‘misunderstood’ reptiles

Let the judge who released the snake get the fangs. Let him feel the full consequences of his virtue signaling. Maybe then they’ll stop treating career predators like endangered pandas.”


Or, if you somehow object because you don’t want to sit here and wish violence on an individual, because you somehow feel that type of justice is “Icky” … how about we treat them like bartenders.

You know, under dram shop laws, if a bartender keeps serving some hammered idiot who then crashes into a family, the bartender gets sued into next week.

So why can’t we sue these judges for ‘woke over-serving’ violent criminals?

‘Your Honor, you knew this guy was blackout drunk on crime and you kept pouring. My client is dead. Pay up.’ I want a ‘Malpractice’ suit for every judge who thinks a 7-time felon just needs a hug and a bus pass

Call it the ‘Stop Releasing Cobras Act.'”

“These people aren’t just stupid. They’re possessed. They’re so deep in their Marxist oppressor/oppressed fantasy that they’d rather watch innocent people get mauled than admit their ideology is a death cult.

They don’t care about victims. They care about looking good to their comrades.

So here’s the message to every judge playing Russian Roulette with other peoples’ children: We see you.

We’re done funding your little social experiment with other people’s lives.

And next retention election? If you receive one vote we keep track of those who voted for you and ship them out to Marxist North Korea where they can live out their socialist fantasies. Where the only thing ‘equitable’ is the starvation.

Lock up the cobras.

Stop releasing poisonous snakes because it makes you feel morally superior.

Or keep doing it… and don’t cry when the fangs finally find the right hand.”

That’s the NICE way of putting it. Because personally I’m rooting for the cobras to break into your house in the middle of the night, and go after YOU. Maybe you’ll reconsider ‘restorative justice’ when the snake has his fangs latched onto your calf.