Instead of being sound asleep like I should be given how nuts my day will be tomorrow I sit awake waiting to hear from the President about the death of Bin Laden.
This isn't something I ever thought I'd hear. I mean, I assumed he'd die, but I suspected it would be from illness or age, not that we'd actually kill him. But it has happened. And I feel kind of weird about it all.
I remember the events of 9/11 like it happened yesterday. I was awake with my first son and for weeks to follow I watched everything I could about the event. I obsessed about it. I wondered what it would be for the beautiful little baby in my arms that might have to live in terror like children in other countries. It terrified me.
So now what? His death doesn't change the fact that many people hate our country and still want to carry on his mission. But do I feel a little safer? Maybe. People who follow men like Bin Laden quite often do not have the ability to carry on the mission when the figurehead of that mission is gone. It's why men like Bin Laden, Saddam and Hitler end up with followers...they have the ability to brainwash people who are already on the border of mental stability. But then when the brainwasher is gone they go looking for something else and abandon the mission of the person they were following. I could be wrong though. There could be unbelievable backlash that makes us wish he'd never been killed. I suspect the former though.
I have some mixed emotions though. I believe this man deserved to die and die in a most horrible manner. I'm glad that the families of the victims have this closure. But I'm a pacifist and I don't relish violence of any kind. So part of me feels just a little sick for being really really happy this man is dead and hoping he suffered.
Oh and I still like the President. He pretty much rocks.