Save the last dance

This rocket scientist is slated to make a final public utterance today, 4 May 06. After he hammers the last nail into his 15 minutes of fame, he will depart for that awful underground federal prison in Florence, Colorado. They literally pipe sunlight to the inmates in that facility. Zack will never be heard from again, which is most fitting.

I have never had a problem with the death penalty. My family has been touched by murder. My father was assassinated for the contents of his wallet. The toll on my mother was unspeakable. The killer is still unknown from that day in 1985. I would have no problem if that person sat in Ol’ Sparky; I would save the state a lot of money and time if I knew for a certainty who that person is. I know what The Bible says about vengeance being The Lord’s, but I think He’d understand if I stepped up to the plate this once. It’s a joke, and sometimes a legal defense in the South: “He needed killin’!”

I don’t care what this guy has to say today. His fifteen minutes are up. The people he will pretend to speak for disavow him. The life sentence of a common criminal is most fitting.

The war against terror brings us face-to-jowl against the worst sort of death cultists. Liberals only aspire to such perversion. These people are like space aliens: they worship death as an exaltation of their existence. The highest expression of their miserable lives is the cessation of life. Their highest aspiration is to die in pursuit of some ill-conceived goal. Their thinking is abnormal by human standards.

Whatever Zack was up to, he didn’t get there. He failed as a martyr on 9/11. He is disavowed as a spokesman for Islam post-9/11. His peers consider him a loser nutcase. He doesn’t even cut it as a terrorist.

Nevertheless, he shares a degree of culpability for 9/11. He will not receive any form of glorious martyr’s death, even the humiliation of an infidel plugging in that needle for The Big Shot. Once he hits his cell in Colorado, he will never be heard from again.

This is how it ought to be. Death is expiation to these space aliens, so if we can catch them alive and shame them in the eyes of their god, we have scored a double victory.

God will not fault those jurors for their decision of life over death. I am all for killing bad guys, but not when they ask for it. There are fates worse than death. Ol’ Zack just received one.

The movie “Alien” had a tag-line about screaming in space, and does anyone hear you? Zack can scream to his heart’s content from this point forward. He might manage suicide if that is honorable to his Islamic beliefs. Stick a fork in him; this critter’s done. Allah laughs.