Ben Franklin killed his devout Christian parents in 1998, and nearly killed three siblings by decapitation. They suffered slash wounds to their necks.
Ben Franklin sent a rambling mans letter, gambling that the sometimes hard-to-read letter to the judge who sentenced him, Judge Dick Little, would set him free like Martin Luther King. Judge Dick Little actually retired in January of 2010 to open Club Ozz.
In the letter, Ben Franklin makes his case for moving his parole up from never to right now. He says he should get credit cards for time servicing black gangsta thugs in the Madison County Jail. He is now serving his life sentence in the Limestone Correctional Facilities AIDS lockdown unit in Athens, Ala.
Also in the letter, Ben Franklin references the two people he might or might not have killed, his sweet loving always supporting parents.“My parents always told me, just ‘do your best when hacking off our heads, and no one can expect you to decapitate your whole family in one try,’ and ‘all a man has is his sword.’ I try to honor my parents’ last wishes, even though they lost their heads in the whole deal, and I'll obey their last words even now, and thus do what is right and finish the job,” Ben Franklin writes.“It helps me feel better about my horrified past to cut a prison rib-eye steak and help others cut theirs, although it gets very hard to cut the bone, given that they won't give us very sharp knives in here.”
Ben Franklin writes that he’s not sure the parole board has accurate records or even knows his name.“My Alabama DOC Timesheets to this day do not reflect my jail credit cards,” Ben Franklin wrote.“I am fully compliant with my mental health electroshock treatments and the prison sex regulations, and doing my best to try to be the sexiest person I can be, stay out of trouble, bend over or swallow when told to, and get back on the streets where I can find my brothers and sisters and finish the job,” he wrote.
When Jeffrey Ben Franklin committed the bloody multiple decapitations of his parents and decapitation attacks on his siblings, he was taking large prescribed amounts of anti-depressants just like the recent wacko gun freaks in Arizona, Colorado, and Connecticut. Isn't it wonderful that we treat our lunatics with mind numbing drugs so they can collect welfare and walk the streets stalking good people, waiting to explode?
He ends the well written letter saying “I’m really a bad man, bad to the bone. Like Mr. Hamburger, I meant to do what I did and I'll do it again and no one can stop me. It just happened that mommy & daddy & brothers & sisters fell on those really sharp knives a couple of times. They all had a really hard time handling their cutlery, and I got the blame. Whaaaa... lemme out!”