I have been seeing a considerable amount of hand-wringing and outright scowling about the widespread celebration of the fact that my country just killed a man and dumped his filthy corpse into the middle of the ocean.
You will not find me doing either of these things. I am very happy that Bin Laden is dead and have no guilt for cheering when I heard the news. In fact, since it was a Navy SEAL that killed him, I will be buying a beer for the next sailor I see.
There is nothing wrong with feeling that way. A monster has been slain and it is good news for all of humanity.
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Osama Bin Laden is no more, brought down like a coward, reportedly cowering behind a woman when a US Navy SEAL put an American-made bullet into his addled brain.
Good. Fucking. Riddance.
Navy SEALs being a covert ops unit, we probably won’t learn the name of the particular sailor who fired the shot for 20 years or more, so I’m buying a beer for the next person I see wearing a Navy uniform.
It seems a little strange to cheer at the news of someone dying in a gun battle, but I don’t feel the least bit guilty in this case.
Mark Twain Clarence Darrow said it best: “I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure.”