Jon Venables, the child killer, has dropped 15 kilos after becoming dedicated to fitness training.
Convicted alongside Robert Thompson for the 1993 murder of toddler James Bulger, the despicable Venables saw his weight soar to 130 kilos after being recalled to prison last April for possessing child pornography on his computer.
He indulged in chocolate, sweets, and crisps, only to complain that his obesity contributed to his feelings of depression.
These are the very treats that James Bulger never had the chance to enjoy… so why on earth is this monster allowed to indulge? He will obviously never change. He does not deserve to inhabit the same world as the Bulger family or anyone with a shred of decency.
Worried prison officials placed him on a rigorous diet and covered the cost of personal training sessions lasting an hour each day, four days a week. However, at 28, Venables became fixated on fitness and now spends three hours daily in the prison gym utilizing the running and rowing machines.
While the prison officials may have had their concerns, I am exceedingly worried. I would even go so far as to pay for Venables… yes, I would… to be hung by his wretched neck until he takes his last breath… and then have him discarded in the same manner as Osama Bin Laden. All the wretched individuals of the world ought to meet a similar fate.
While this may sound extreme, I assure you, I am not a far-right activist. I merely seek justice in this world. Ideally, it would be wonderful to forgive and forget so that everyone could coexist in harmony. Yet, there are times when… A WRONGDOING REQUIRES JUSTICE.
A source commented, “Because of his size, he can only jog for about 15 minutes before needing to recuperate… but he has shed a significant amount of weight.”
Venables’ health transformation coincides with an upcoming request for freedom. He is expected to appear before a parole board in the coming weeks, though insiders suggest that his release is improbable.
I say let him go… allow him to be released so he can be tracked down and made to suffer.
by Sel Hurst
