A Convicted Serial Rapist Was Killed By A Runaway Train While Distracted By The Porn He Was Watching On His Phone
Daily Mail- A serial rapist was killed by a runaway trailer while distracted by pornography on his cell phone in Tennessee – just half a mile from where he terrorized numerous women in the 1990s. Kevin Jordan, 55, was walking along the sidewalk just a block from his home in Memphis when the 15-foot trailer smashed into a fence and struck him in the 3700 block of Park Avenue on Wednesday, authorities said. Witnesses said police told them the convicted felon had been watching pornography on his phone – and had failed to notice the vehicle coming at him until it was too late. ‘I think it is ironic that he was watching porn,’ Dr Peter Trimble, a dentist whose office is located near the spot where Jordan was killed, told WBC-TV. ‘This dealt with some of the crimes he may have perpetrated.’ Jordan – who was known as the ‘Highland Street Rapist’ – was sentenced to 25 years in prison after he pleaded guilty to 20 felonies in 1994.
This is one of those rare cases where we can all feel good about a person dying. That happens so infrequently. Death is almost always about mourning, feeling bad and crying. Well not this time. No tears. This time we get to feel god about this serial rapist getting killed by a runaway train because he was a serial rapist. Sure, he served his time but no time in prison is enough for a serial rapist. I didn’t even really know serial rapists were allowed to get out of prison. That seems like a bad idea. And to be killed because he was distracted by the porn he was watching on his phone? Sweet sweet irony. Hey, turn your dick off for one second pal and maybe you’d still be alive. It’s almost like Final Destination. Kevin Jordan should’ve been dead long ago for the horrific crimes he committed but somehow he got out of prison and was a free man. So the universe took care of him by killing him with a runaway train while watching porn on his phone. Some might call that justice. So go ahead, feel as good you want about a person dying. Relish in it. Who knows when we’ll get this chance again.
