Just a few months away from the 10th anniversary of 9/11, the US has finally managed to take out the mastermind.
Osama Bin Laden is dead.
Good riddance to bad rubbish. Feed the body to pigs.
Reports are that there’s a crowd at the White House cheering and singing the Star Spangled Banner.
That, however, is sick. I am certainly not unhappy Bin Laden is gone for good, but this does not mean we should celebrate. Taking him out was justice, not revenge. It is sad – tragic – that it was necessary to do so, and the occasion is one that should indeed be marked with the appropriate solemnity. The families of his victims still feel the pain of their losses. Widows dream of laughing with their husbands, then wake up in the morning to cold silence. Children are still growing up without a mother, all because this piece of human filth had a lust for power and a hatred for the USA, based in a misguided notion that, somehow, the US had harmed him.
Yes, he’s dead. Good. But you won’t see me breaking out the champagne, or cheering. It should never have been necessary – because Bin Ladin should have lived his life differently.
He didn’t live his life differently. He chose to kill thousands of people.
And that is tragic.