Sunday night, late in the evening, our President came to us from the East Room of the White House announcing that the one, concrete, measurable, articulated mission for our time in a multi-front war had been accomplished. Earlier a small group of people had exchange gunfire with and now had the body of the number one American enemy. No, I’m not talking about the GAY WAVES sent from the liberal media to your poor defenseless children in the form of GLEE and marriage equality. I’m talking about the one and only, Notorious O.B.L.
Osama Bin Laden has been the focus of offensive efforts in the name of our freedom and liberty since before that infamous day, and really for sometime before, making a sure name for himself in these last 20 years. There are numbers beyond the ones lost here to him and they come from all over the world. One thing to be said for the man, it doesn’t really appear he did anything small. Not that I knew the guy. Anyway.
Ending up on CNN I watched as the time was pushed back and back again before the news ruined the President’s surprise by announcing that the body of O.B.L. was in American custody, making his death provable through merit of “asset.” There was something so poetic about this way of describing the burden of truth. Asset, that’s really all that corporal thing is after all. It’s not your legs or nose that make you, it is the energy that fills that void, which motivates those legs, that make it more then an object. Still, while being as hopelessly true a statement as possible, it sends a little chill down your spine to here life reduced so thoroughly.
I can hear the gasps from here.
“But he was an awful man!”
“He deserves to suffer like he made others!”
“Rabble rabble he took our jobs!”
There is no good or bad
Celebrating death makes us look bad
Violence with violence. Peace with Peace.
