Even Napoleon had to retreat every once in a while, too.
The Obama administration has ordered the Justice Department to find someplace else to try Khalid Sheik Mohammed, and the rest of his camel-fucking terrorist scumbag cohorts. There will be no trial in New York City, something KSM and his prison sex partners should be very thankful for: they would not have survived a trial here in New York City. No matter how many cops you put out there, the entire city would have descended upon the courthouse and probably lynched the bastards on the spot.
You see, unlike Barack Obama and Eric Holder, we New Yorkers haven't forgotten what happened on September 11th. We can't; there's a 19 acre hole in the ground in Lower Manhattan that keeps reminding us. Some of the victim's families still have nothing of their loved ones to bury. There are no fewer than 12 streets within walking distance of my house that were renamed for dead firefighters, cops and secretaries, all killed on 9/11. We're harangued daily by subway and ferry announcements about unattended packages and evacuation procedures. It may have been nine years ago to everyone else, but it's still just yesterday to us. We can't forget it because life will never be the same for any of us...ever.
Personally, I don't see the need for a trial at all. The man is a terrorist; he has admitted to being one, he has confessed his crimes and spilled the beans on his colleagues. There is no doubt about guilt or innocence here. Save everyone a lot of trouble (including the poor town or city you finally inflict this piece of shit on), not to mention millions in security costs, and do what I have advocated for years:
Hang these bastards from crosses constructed from World Trade Center steel. Charge every New Yorker $1 a head to get one shot at these scumbags with the wooden bludgeon of their choice. Let them be beaten to death, and after they have shuffled off this mortal coil, let them be hacked to pieces. Scoop the pieces up and get half-a-dozen Hasidic rabbis to piss on them. Liberally pour bacon grease on the urine-soaked body parts and set it aflame. Sell the ashes to the highest bidder to be used as an additive to kitty litter. Put the whole thing on Pay-per-View (you could give the proceeds to charity) not just for our entertainment and satisfaction, but to send a message to every other goatfucker with a bomb, jonesing for 72 virgins in a cave somewhere; Don't fuck with us.