We sure wish Eric Rudolph would go back into hiding.
The Olympic bomber and anti-abortion terrorist survived five years in the wilderness, most likely in North Carolina woods and caves. He apparently stole food occasionally, but also probably had stocked his caves in true survivalist fashion.
Now he's complaining about conditions in federal prison?
Rudolph's whining is a commercial for the death penalty. You don't hear any complaints out of Timothy McVeigh, do you?
We don't mind that Rudolph - a murderer whose bomb-encased nails strafed and injured 100 or so at the Atlanta Olympics - is living out his life at the federal "Supermax" prison in Colorado. But we'd rather not hear from him at all.
Instead, in correspondence to a Colorado Springs newspaper, Rudolph has whined about conditions in prison.
"It is a closed-off world designed to isolate inmates from social and environmental stimuli," he wrote, "with the ultimate purpose of causing mental illness and chronic physical conditions such as diabetes, heart disease and arthritis.
"Using solitary confinement, Supermax is designed to inflict as much misery and pain as is constitutionally permissible."
Heaven knows we wouldn't want to inflict "mental illness" on such a balanced, upstanding sort. But what'd he expect? Comfort Inn?
We don't know how the Napa Valley fared this year, but it's hard to imagine California's wine beating Colorado's whine this year.