South Texas College of Law professor Geoffrey Corn:
A retired U.S. Army military police sergeant first class, (Mark) Todd saw Hasan’s laser sight on his chest and engaged him with his “iron sight” 9mm pistol, bringing his rampage to an end. There have been laments about how Todd chose not to inflict the coup de gras (sic) that would have ended Hasan’s life and avoided the time, expense and emotional burden of bringing him to justice.
Todd’s decision, however, is one we should all celebrate. The restraint he demonstrated at that moment provides a powerful contrast between depravity and humanity.
To say the least, I vehemently disagree with this. While it might have been wrong to make a big deal out of the fact that Nidal Malik Hasan was brought down for good with a bullet, I don’t see why we should have been all broken up about it if Mark Todd had killed him. This is going to be a controversial point of view, but I for one really wouldn’t have seen Hasan’s killing as that much different than putting down a rabid dog. It would not necessarily have been something to be celebrated, but it certainly would not have been something to get all broken up and question our humanity over. In fact, Hasan and his like are actually worse than rabid dogs. Why is that, you ask?
Because unlike the rabid dogs, they know exactly what they’re doing. They’re all bent on our destruction, and really, the only logical thing to do is respond in kind. I would be hesitant to say that would include going off on foreign adventures a la Syria and Afghanistan at every turn, but when they’re in our midst, pulling box cutters on our civilian pilots and gunning down our soldiers on base? Hell yeah we should put ’em down. Put ’em down with extreme prejudice. It’s mostly better that our Constitution forbids cruel and unusual punishment, but just the same every so often I wonder what the militant Muslims would think if, say, the week after the shooting, Hasan was lashed to a rotating skewer and roasted like a pig on the 50-yard line at Reliant Stadium on national TV, with microphones and cameras recording his every last anguished scream. We’ll never find out, but I like to think at least some of them would rethink the wisdom of screwing with us.