I’ll echo what Jules Crittenden writes about this monster:

Twisted dreams of death and destruction on a massive scale, boiled down into a fascinating but utterly dry, bureaucratic and soulless document, little more detailed than a to-do list with several big items checked off. It starts with courtroom boilerplate and bickering, gets down to business with the confession. Then, we get to Khalid Sheik Mohammed’s perverted vision of himself, some high-minded rot.

[KSM's laundry list of terror -- PDF]

All stirring and wonderful, reasonable. It’s all a matter of language and perspective. We’re really just the same. Until you remember that virtually all his intended targets in the Twin Towers were civilians. Every one of his intended targets in Bali and Mombasa was an innocent vacationer. All his targets on all those airplanes. It is inequivocably murder carried out not to achieve any military objective, rather for whatever political or symply psychological advantage and economic damage might be achieved by terror and chaos. He did it to impress people. He wraps himself in history and distortion and calls it war. It is revolting, and it is bullshit, but it is his right. He is allowed to speak and say whatever he wants in advance of the judgments that await him. And we can look at this vile filth, and consider it for what it is worth.

Khalid Sheikh Mohammed is one sick son-of-a-bitch.

Read the rest, if you can stand it.