I Hear Colorado's Nice This Time of Year, Zacarias

Many Americans have expressed outrage at Zacarias Moussaoui's life sentence, preferring instead that he be executed. As one who supports the death penalty, I fully expected the jury to sentence him to death. The tremendous loss of American life during the 9/11 attacks absolutely justified Moussaoui's execution. Why then, would this man receive a life sentence instead? Perhaps the jurors will speak out at some point. It would be interesting to hear their rationales for deciding as they did, especially since the same jury voted to make him eligible for the death penalty last month. A curious verdict yesterday, for certain.

Personally, I'm not as outraged as many seem to be. His trial should transcend political agendas on both sides. Given the fact that any terrorist remotely connected with the 9/11 attacks deserves an I.V. in the arm courtesy of the Department of Justice, what spared Moussaoui's life?

It appears that the jury bought the argument that he was really a bit player in the attacks, suffering from some delusion of self-importance as the supposed pilot of the plane that was planning to attack the White House. Never proven, perhaps this was a tactic to incite the American people. His idiotic outbursts during the sentencing obviously were made to further enrage those watching. Moussaoui didn't care what he said, and if he's a true believer, then he's going to have to wait for his 72 virgins in paradise a bit longer. Ironically, I bet there might be 72 inmates waiting on a new virgin's arrival in paradise.

Rather than separate this cretin from the general population, I think a fitting job for Moussaoui in his new federal resort condominium should be as the chief bacon preparer. Perhaps there's some pigs he can tend as a side duty. Now we really have a chance to make this nutjob's life on earth a living hell as he defiles himself playing with Babe and his friends. No prayer mat, no Koran, and no comforts...Wait, I forgot the ACLU will most likely watch his incarceration with eagle eyes, ready to jump at the slightest opportunity to display sympathy for the devil once again. His bunk mate should be some strapping hunk of burning love, ready, willing, and able to hold poor Zacarias' hand during the long, cold nights. Or how about a game of naked inmate pyramid, made famous by his fellow jihadists at Club Abu Ghraib? The possibilities are limitless to make sure he's never heard from again. Enjoy the good life, Zack!