Nearly 10 years after masterminding the 9/11 attack on America, Osama bin Laden is dead. Not just dead, but killed by the United States Navy SEALs, sent in by President Obamahimself to bring back his body — dead or alive.
Let me take a moment to give credit where credit is due. President Bush began the hunt for Osama, but President Obama took hold of the torch he was handed, and by golly, he got the job done. Bravo, Mr. President.
Now comes the question as to how much joy we’re supposed to feel at the death of another human being. Soon after the pronouncement of Osama’s death, people were partying in the streets ofNew York and Washington, D.C. In my own neighborhood, I could hear my neighbors whooping it up.
As the news scrolled across our own TV screen, our 7-year-old daughter asked, “Who’s Osama?”
“He was a very bad man that killed a lot of people,” I told her as simply as I could. She responded thoughtfully, “Oh. Then I’m glad he’s dead. He won’t be killing anyone now.”
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