I was sitting at band practice last night when I looked up and saw that it was 8:30 p.m. Thirty minutes before John Allen Muhammed was scheduled to die by lethal injection. As I sat there thinking about his fate, I couldn't muster up any sympathy for him. I did say a prayer for the victims and their families.
All I could think was that those people he and Lee Malvo shot from the trunk of their car didn't know that they only had 30 minutes to live, or even 15 minutes. They didn't have the luxury of a last meal or a Valium tablet to calm their nerves before their painful deaths. They didn't get the chance to say goodbye to family members. They didn't get seven years to plea for their lives. There were no lawyers to defend their right to live. Muhammed and Malvo were their judge and jury.
What's so amazing to me is the reason why Muhammed and Malvo killed them. It wasn't a religious "war"; drugs or money weren't behind it; it wasn't political. It was just something to do.
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