He’s paralyzed from the waist down.
Shave him, try him, find him guilty, sentence him to death, carry out the sentence. Faster than they did McVeigh, who probably holds the modern record.
Otherwise some poor nurse is going to be wiping his butt and cleaning his bedsores. That’s hard labor.
Hmm...I’m all in favor of swift capital punishment, except....
Execution gives this dirtbag the status of jihadi martyr & one last chance to scream “ALLAHU AKBAR!!!”
Hasan has, so we’re told, the use of his arms. Lots of paraplegics, many of them our brave wounded warriors, can do personal hygiene & live independently more or less.
So....why not sentence his sorry Muslim @ss to life at hard labor? He’ll be busted to private as well. Wheel him out into the prison yard, hand him a bricklayer’s hammer and tell him to get the h**l to work & make little rocks into smaller ones. If he refuses, leave him there in his wheelchair in the hot sun while his guard sits under a beach umbrella with a cooler full of cold drinks & a fan blowing.
Otherwise, lock him up in a skylight-only cell with his beloved Koran & no TV, no internet, no Muslim contacts, no nothing.
Unfortunately, this is the case with the other jihadi dirtbags like Moussaoui, Richard Byrd, Feisal Shahzad, etc. They’re not complaining because they believe Al-Qaeda will pull off the ultimate mass hostage taking & get them sprung. This keeps them going.
I take it back, then. Shave his beard with the cameras rolling, record his screams, then execute him in the most ignominious manner possible for a muzzie: death by hanging, since constricting the throat prevents the soul from escaping and it will get buried under pig parts along with his sorry @ss.
Only....PigSh*t Hasan is laughing up his sleeve since he knows the real reason for his delayed trial isn’t the brilliance of his defense team, but the Army chain of command’s enforced PC ignorance that disregarded all the warning signs he willingly left until he did his dastardly deed. When Hasan goes down, a lot of senior Army officers will be sweating bullets. Fifty caliber, that is.
Pardon the rant. Born of frustration.