I’d heard about in the news a few weeks ago ago a woman in Iran that had been blinded by acid, thrown in her face by a jilted wannabe suiter. In the subsequent trial, she had pleaded that, as punishment, he should have acid dropped into his eyes and be blinded as well. An “eye for an eye”, literally.

Yesterday, I saw that a verdict in the trial had been reached, finding in favor of the woman and when handing down the sentence, the judge actually agreed with the woman and ordered the man to have a drop of acid placed in each eye and be blinded. Hot DAMN!

To quote:

TEHRAN, Iran (CNN) — An Iranian woman, blinded by a jilted stalker who threw acid in her face, has persuaded a court to sentence him to be blinded with acid himself under Islamic law demanding an eye for an eye.

Ameneh Bahrami refused to accept “blood money.” She insisted instead that her attacker suffer a fate similar to her own “so people like him would realize they do not have the right to throw acid in girls’ faces,” she told the Tehran Provincial Court.

Her attacker, a 27-year-old man identified in court papers as Majid, admitted throwing acid in her face in November 2004, blinding and disfiguring her. He said he loved her and insisted she loved him as well. [Full article]

A photo of the victim and douche who did the deed:

Do I see a slight physical resemblance to Richard Ramirez in the guy?

The thing I find the most ridiculous about this him is that:

Majid said he was still willing to marry Bahrami, but she ruled out the possibility and urged that he remain locked up.

Gee, thanks Majid. You’re a champ!

I can’t decide if this acid-blinding punishment is sick and fucked up or totally awesome.

On one end, it’s the fucking 21st century and a government is dropping acid into a man’s eyeball. Granted, he did some really bad shit, but still.

On the flip side, there’s a lot of acid throwing going on over there and often, the guy gets away with it completely. So, it’s nice to see someone drop the hammer on the guy in a way that’s getting some serious attention.

Right smack dab in the middle is the morbid fucker in me, that can’t stop thinking how cool it has to look. Strapping some guy down, immobilizing his head, retracting the eyelids and making that motherfucker scream. Quite the good mental picture.

I suppose it’s just a matter of time before there’s a Metal band out there with the name, “Acid Eye”.

Yesterday, after bitching, kvetching and planning, I finally got off my ass and went to an optometrist and got contact lenses. At thirty-one, I’ve had glasses since second grade. I only began wearing them and thereby becoming dependent on them, since 2002. Before that, blind as I am, I somehow semi-successfully lived with the blur.

However, wearing glasses, day in and day out, shortly began to drive me up the fucking wall. Along with a shifty personality, I also have an suspicious look about me. My face is ever so slightly shifted right, with a slightly crooked nose and the left ear a tad bit higher than the other. This evidence of derelict genes makes it pretty much impossible to wear a pair of glasses in a straight position. Try as I may to set them correctly, within a few minutes, they would once again be askew, further contributing to the tendency of women, children and senior citizens giving me a wide berth when in public. I always look a bit off, which isn’t really that misleading, if I were to be speaking truthfully. I was raised wrong. Mercury is not an acceptable substitute for Kook-Aid. Take note, parents everywhere.

Still, as suspect as I may appear, I need to see. Living in a blur sucks. People hate you because you never wave back to them when they spot you from across the street. You get lost easily when navigating by street sign and everyone assumes you are perpetually angry because you maintain a constant, tortured squint. You’re lonely and consistently bitchy, so you suck it up and wear the fucking eye-goggles.

These past few months, the drudgery of being chained to my glasses in order to fully or even semi-function has really started to chisel at my testicles with a rusty leprechaun. An unpleasant experience. I decided to suck up all the neurotic fears I have about eyeballs, eyelids (and their insides) and touching things moist and made an appointment to get some contact lenses.

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