Tamerlan Tsarnaev, the elder of the Boston sociopaths has been summarily despatched to wallow for eternity in the company of those of his brothers who better understand him. His brief and tortuous journey through life's trials and tribulations led him to seek less rather than more, and this goal he accomplished.
As for his younger brother, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, his unhappy trails and trials have just begun. It is a bitter shame that this newly naturalized American citizen chose to follow the paths of homicidal maniacs, rather than the road taken by so many millions of immigrants who chose not to dismiss the following inspirational words:
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."