Osama bin Laden is dead. I'm not sorry. He committed acts of terrible evil on this Earth. I'm hope for the families of those he killed at the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, Flight 93, bombings of the United States Embassies in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania, and Nairobi, Kenya, the December 29, 1992 bombing of the Gold Mihor Hotel in Aden, the Luxor massacre of November 17, 1997, an attack on the city of Mazar-e-Sharif in Afghanistan (Bin Laden helped cement his alliance with his hosts the Taliban by sending several hundred of his Afghan Arab fighters along to help the Taliban kill between five and six thousand Hazaras overrunning the city). And I'm sure that there is many more - I hope this gives them some sort of justice, although nothing can really repay that debt or fill that hole.
I'm not sorry.
I'm proud of our service men and women. I think they are amazing and I congratulate them and thank them from the bottom of my heart for their service.
I'm proud our president gave them the approval to shoot to kill. I admit I wasn't sure he would. But I glad he did. Congratulations President Obama.
But.
I'm not jubilent.
If I lived near New York or Washington DC I wouldn't have been out in the streets celebrating. I don't think this calls for a party. If I was there, I would have joined in as they sang The Star Spangled Banner. You might have seen me praying, although I'm not generally a praying in the streets type girl, unless you count in my head or heart.
He needed to go. We needed to do it. I'm glad it's done. But I'm not happy about it.
No critism intended or implied if you feel differently.
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