Back in my day. I mean way way back. We would hack off his hands and feet...cauterized...to prevent death, then rack him on the wall and let him contemplate is actions against innocent people. Honest jest folks.

When I was growing up, someone close to me was a Nazi sympathizer. I'm pretty sure that his employer was a main influence on him because I saw that employer 'in action' many times. So it was that, and that someone's own insecurities that gave him that attitude. I used to tell him, 'man, you better slack off or you're going to find yourself with a white cone on your head.'