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Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan-What should his punishment be?
The gunman at Ft Hood today, Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan. Assuming he is guilty and convicted, what should his punishment be?
EDIT: I'm an ediot and typed "Fort Bragg" because Dh had just mentioned fort bragg ![]() ETA: I certainly appalogize if this is too early for some. I do not mean to be insensitive. If you are not ready for this conversation, than please feel free to skip over it. I only thought to post it because it was a conversation I was having with Dh.
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Let's get together and feel alright.
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I say we go Princess Bride on his ass.
Prince Humperdinck: First things first, to the death. Westley: No. To the pain. Prince Humperdinck: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase. Westley: I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon. Prince Humperdinck: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me. Westley: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose. Prince Humperdinck: And then my tongue I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight. Westley: I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right. Prince Humperdinck: And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it. Westley: WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
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