If Hating Dzhokhar Tsarnaev Is Wrong I Don’t Want To Be Right

Not the next American Idol.

Regarding the fate of Mr. Dzhokhar Tsarnaev as soon as he’s fit enough to travel if he is swept out of the back door of the hospital in the dead of night, tossed into a C-130, flown off to Gitmo and frog-walked into a cold room, strapped naked to a metal table and has a dirty towel placed over his face while a C.I.A. interrogator waterboards him, I am fine with all that.

That’s not going to happen in the Obama Administration.

But if it did, this is the little bastard who deserves it.

It is said hatred is a wasteful emotion.   Nice people don’t hate other people.  Not even bad people.  We should never ever hate others no matter what the crime, no matter what the provocation, no matter how innocent the victim.

Fine then. I’ll hate Dzhokhar Tsarnaev. I’ll hate him enough for everyone. I’ll hate his father for meeting his mother. I’ll hate him and worthless scumbag of a brother whom I sincerely and fervently hope is burning in an everlasting, fiery hell with his other brothers, every other terrorist who wage war against civilians because they’re too cowardly too take on soldiers who can fight back.

I’ll hate Dzhokhar Tsarnaev for taking the lives of four people and putting scores more into wheelchairs and therapy and years of recovery. I’ll hate Dzhokhar Tsarnaev for fanning the flames of every Islamophobic asshole in America.

I’ll hate Dzhokhar Tsarnaev for having 11 more years of life than he allowed Martin Richard.

Don’t get it wrong.  Tsarnaev should have his day in court.   I don’t want anyone to be tortured, not even this guy, but do I give a rip if he doesn’t have a goose down pillow for him to lay his head on?  Not really.   Dzhokhar being a bit uncomfortable may upset his thousands of new Facebook friends and the ACLU and that’s all.

If you believe there are people who are worth loving it ain’t no sin to believe there are people worth hating and for that reason I HATE Dzhokhar Tsarnaev.

Martin Richard: one of the REAL victims.