The sentence of Dzhokar Tsarnaev conflicts me greatly.
I am firmly against the death penalty. I don't the idea of my government killing people--in war or by lethal injection.
But this case was so violent and terrorist driven that I am conflicted.
Part of the conflict is the descriptions of how seemingly inscrutable, indifferent and disinterested he was during the trial. No regret, apparently, has entered his heart.
(The only crimes I would have no problem supporting the death penalty--and might be willing to impose it myself--are against the helpless: animals and children.
So, given that, the bombing at the Marathon was against people who were helpless to know they were in danger....)
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