This is by no means going to be necessarily coherent at the moment, ti’s a bunch of thoughts strung together in response to the world dancing tonight. I might be back tomorrow with clearer thoughts, but I doubt it.
I don’t understand how it has to be so binary.
the way I see it, and yes this is a personal opinion, is that celebrating a death is really not necessarily a good thing. For any reason. However. For my part I am not celebrating necessarily his death, but rather the fact that his death brings about the end of one stresser in life.
People in NYC, the USA, and all over the world have been living day to day to day with the ramifications of thise particular man’s existence, his beliefs, and his practices for over ten years. yes, Over ten years. Since 9/11 those feelings have gotten worse. It got more than personal for a lot of people. Especially people in the military and in the cities and areas affected directly by the attacks.
it has been a constant nagging thing in the back of the American (and global) subconscious, Osama is still out there. After a while you don’t have to say it anymore, but it’s still there. He’s still there. Somewhere. Out there. And he managed to pull off 9/11 and we had the warnings and we knew that something big was coming and he still was able to make it happen and we haven’t found him yet. It could be happening again.
As a result the US Military and militaries from our Allies around the world have been engaged in war for almost ten years. Ten Years. Men and women from every nation have been injured, have given their lives and nothing can change that. Nothing can bring them back or fix them completely. And it is mostly because of things that this man started.
The entire country of the US and in fact the world has been under a building pressure of steam because Osama Bin Laden was still alive. And we just started to ignore it, it was just a truth of the world he was alive and even if he wasn’t there was no way we would ever know if he had died, he could almost always be out there. And we would never know.
And then tonight happened. And almost instantly, almost in a complete rushing of relief from being held under so much strain, like a pressure cooker exploding or the tectonic plates shifting, the pressure was released, the truth was known. The man was dead. This man that caused death, destruction, fear, and war around the world, this catalyst for this new life that we are all of us leading, he was killed.
And the relief of that stress, the release of that pressure upon our bodies and minds has led to an almost euphoric, orgasmic, natural reaction that can only be classified as organic. There was no real way for this to have happened, the reactions were going to be this outpouring no matter what.
That being said, death is death and I hold no real joy in there being death. But I will not shed tears for this man being dead. I will not resist the urge to raise a glass to the sky and toast the heroes of the world, living and dead, and to drink some tea (i don’t do alcohol) in their honor.
Reality is for the morning light, reality will come and we will see that the world will continue as it has continued for the last ten years. But there is a bit of silver around those clouds, a bit less anxiety and fear and stress. We’ll lose the euphoria, we’ll get rid of the gloating and get back to our lives. But for one night, the geopolitics will not matter to anybody. That is for the morning.
And in closing I say this, God Bless the Men and Women of the US Military and Special Forces. God Bless the men and Women of the international militaries. While your sacrifices may not get the coverage that they deserve and your losses may appear to not be taken into account, they are and those of us who are not brave enough or able to join up and fight for our freedoms, and the freedoms of the world, thank each and every one of you for being able to do so. May God Bless you, keep you, and bring you home safe to wherever your homes might be.