Jim Quinn sees his punishment as thus, build a prison cell out of wood, nice, no ramshackle affair, lift it about 100 stories up on one of those high rise cranes, then light it on fire. Give him the same choice the victims in the WTC had.
There is a photo somewhere on one of the WTC threads, that some photog took in the first minutes after the first hit, of the gaping hole in the north wall of WTC1. The guy didn't know what he had when he took the shot -- later, when he developed it and blew it up, he sucked air at what he saw. There, on the 91st floor, standing in the gap where the 767's left engine pod had carved its outline in the box-beams of the outer skin, was a young woman with long, blonde hair. She was about 5' 10" and 140-150 pounds, wearing (apparently) jeans or slacks and a black sweater. She was standing at the very edge of the hole, both hands on one of the bent-over box beams that jutted up into the little space that had been left between the engine pod and the fuselage. She had her left arm around the beam and her right hand resting on it about even with her left shoulder. Her hair was honey-blonde and waist-length, and it hung forward over her right shoulder to her waist. She was looking down. Behind her, a floor above her in the darkness of the interior, you could see through the gouge the wing had made in the concrete of the 92nd floor a fluorescent tube, still lit. To her right (at left of the hole), you could see carpeting on fire in the offices nearest her on either side of the hole. Nobody ever came down from 91 -- the way down was cut off by wreckage. If she could have grabbed a length of Romag and made a stout sling, she could have wall-walked down and kicked her way back in on 90, 10 feet below, where lots of people got out through one stairwell. I wonder who she was.
I want that bastard to look down and see what she saw.
Sic manifesto.