This was the Tex Willer I adore: the one that would be minimally described as "politically incorrect." The one who would first call you "a waste of humanity," then beat you up thoroughly until you were "something more akin to a pile of rags than a human being," and then wake you up with this ingenious method not lacking a certain... sulfurous (ahr!) and rather unsubtle irony.

P.S. Unfortunately, with a Vannacci, a Salvini, a Giordano, a Belpietro (the incomparable Capezzone is out of the league) and so on (we have plenty of this stinking raw material), the method wouldn't work, as the cited individuals would feel no pain.