The first thing that I felt was pride. I think I felt this mostly as an American. We undertook this task almost ten years ago, to kill the man who was responsible for this great, national pain. And we did it! Team America: World Police threw a party in my head!
Then, I felt pride as a liberal, or more specifically, as a Democrat: Barack Obama will be reelected! He did in 2 years what George W. Bush couldn't do in 8! God, I'm so happy!
Then it went back to unified American and I was reminded of the pain we suffered on 9/11 and I thought of people like this and I realized that this day was so much bigger than one side of the political equation. It was a proud moment and I was happy to bask in that joy of a man being killed.
Then I saw my friend's Facebook post and I realized that I was overjoyed about the death of another person. I asked if we could remember a time when so many people were so happy over the death of a person? I heard Hitler, but I said we couldn't remember that - this is fresh. This is here and now. And we're all celebrating. It felt weird for a semi-pacifist, for a liberal who's not a huge fan of the Army or death or war or any of those things to be reveling in the fact that someone had died.
And then, finally, I tried to process this is a philosophical way: I am happy he's dead. Some of the families who need it have closure now. I believe in Gandhi's words. I really do. I think war is
I don't think we should make exceptions to the rules every time we feel we've been slighted. I think rules are good things, and I don't believe in anarchy. I love my government and I love my country. If I was drafted, even though I'm not a fan of the Army, I would go and fight, even if I thought the war was idealistically wrong. I think there are such things as good and bad. I think that, for the most part, we've been on the side of good. And I think, for the most part, killing someone is bad. But I think that this was a good thing. I think that this was something that was deserved.
Most of all, at the end of the night, I felt optimistic for the future. I'm a pretty optimistic guy for the most part, but last night, I felt hope in a way that I hadn't for a long, long time. There was a sliver of my brain that said it was wrong to feel that way over a man's death. But the larger part of me said, it's not about his death. It's about the feeling that people like this embodied. If that's wrong, if that leads me down the path to the dark side, then I have to think that the sides are closer than anyone could ever imagine.