Wow. What a night, what a morning, so much to take in, so many memories rushing back.
When the news broke last night that Osama bin Laden had been killed by U.S. Special Forces/Navy Seals/JSOC, the reaction around the country was immediate-cheers and flags, spontaneous gatherings in public places to sing the National Anthem, God Bless America.
It's been a long time. Most of us had probably mentally left Osama behind, thinking him dead of kidney disease (remember those early reports that he wouldn't be able to survive in a cave without dialysis?) or killed at Tora Bora or some other place.
But no. He's been living in what they are calling a Pakistani mansion. Now buried at sea, ironic for a man of the desert and mountain caves.
I don't really know what emotions to feel, how to make sense of it. His actions took too many lives, hurt too many families, scared too many of us, angered most of us. His life meant we now live in a long line of security checks. This won't change. His life meant many of us still have a twinge of fear when boarding a plane. His life meant too many children lost a parent, too many lost a spouse, a son, a daughter.
This is a good time to reacquaint ourselves with the doctrine of the Right and Left Hand Kingdoms. Moments like this are of the Left, the role of government and kings given the duty to guard and protect us, even yes, exacting revenge.
Weighty stuff.