I'd love to carve the word COWARD, with a rusty butter knife, into the face of the super tough macho piece of filth who stomped on the head of his pit bull in upstate New York. I'd like to do it without the benefit of anesthesia or any sort of wood block between his gnashing teeth to prevent tongue-biting, soulless eyes pried open, in a room that is nothing but mirrors, and have him wear a stethoscope for the duration of the procedure, so he could hear his own screams and bloody shrieks loud and oh so very, very clear.