Joseph "Mad Dog" Taborsky - Second Time On Death Row

Second Time On Death Row

After his release from prison, Taborsky met another felon, Arthur "Meatball" Culombe, who would become his accomplice during the "Mad Dog Killings". In one grocery-store robbery, a 3-year-old girl was running around the store as Taborsky beat her grandparents unconscious. When Taborsky ordered Culombe to shoot the girl, Culombe hid her beneath a deli case, told the girl to be quiet, and fired a shot into the floor. Taborsky left, believing that the girl was dead. Because of this incident, his low IQ, and his cooperation with the authorities, Culombe was given a life sentence. Taborsky, however, was sentenced again to die in the electric chair on June 27, 1957. He thereby became the only convict sent to Connecticut's death row on two separate occasions for two separate crimes. This time he did not leave a free man. On May 17, 1960, Taborsky went to the electric chair and was executed for the "Mad Dog Killings". Before his execution, he would also confess to the 1950 murder of Wolfson. He was only 36 years old at the time of his electrocution.

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