Why kill him when we could capture him, keep him in a dimly lit hole, and have a group of naked wiccan priestesses force feed him roast pork?

Just a thought...

While a worthy suggestion, methinks he'd enjoy that too much. Even the roast pork part. He talks the talk, but I don't think he walks the walk, if you get what I'm sayin'.

While I'm all for creative torture, this is once instance where I think it would just be better for everyone involved to put his head on one of those wrought-iron pikes/fence posts outside of the White house.

Of course, this could be after we castrated him by means of a single toothpick. Over many hours. Without medical attention.

I am evil.