Sadaam is now requesting how he would like to die—like a soldier. How about, like a butcher? Maybe he should go into the old wood chipper feet first.

How does a murderous fiend deserve to die?

I am against the death penalty, believing Dostoyevsky’s dictum that “true punishment lies in recognition of sin by the conscience”; and death before such recognition robs the criminal of the ability to be punished, and death after such recognition shortens the punishment. At times, however, I am forced to wonder if such a man is even on speaking terms with his conscience. Or, if he is so warped, he sees nothing wrong with his actions.