The execution took place at the dinner hour, 6 p.m. Perhaps Barbour was just sitting down to a nice juicy steak as his minions were putting a syringe full of poison into Bishop's bloodstream. We can only hope the dead flesh Barbour devoured during the course of the execution will clot the bowels of the bloodthirsty, graft-bloated son of a bitch. (And we mean that in the most respectful sense, of course.)
Well, the deed is done. The world moves on. It's just too bad for Dale Leo Bishop that he was only involved in a single murder; if he had slaughtered a million people, like Barbour's good buddy, George W. Bush, no doubt he'd be a free man today.