The only thing that bothers me about this verdict is that he's being sent to the supermax- I'd much rather that the guy get shipped off to general population in one of the rougher federal prisons, where he could spend a few years learning to hold belt-loops and answer to his new name (my vote is for "Peaches") while everyone else forgets about him... Then somebody could oh-so-quietly do him in, hopefully with a knife. Seems a hell of a lot more appropriate that he go that way rather than in the klieg-lit needle coma he so obviously wanted.

In a perfect world, they'd put him in the military lockup at Leavenworth... That'd be one of the all-time great weeks in the history of dead-pool gambling...