But...

the upside to Bin Laden's death is that we can finally be done hearing about the stupid effing royal wedding.
I know I'm probably all alone in this- I'm getting rather used to it- but ...oh, I don't know. Bad things go on, all the time. American's are responsible also. But of course, we are "right" when we kill people, right? Because we're bigger and stronger and we're "right" (I don't believe this, but it seems the majority does).
I'm almost afraid to say it.
We show a disregard for human life. Osama and other terrorists believe they are doing the "right" thing. It's sad, and it's a show of how pathetic the human race is. We're juvenile and petty and ...well, you've heard all of this before.
Someone is sad that he was killed. Probably a lot of someones. That doesn't matter to ...most people.
I don't know.
Trying to talk to the kids about it this morning was no better.
"He was so bad!"
Well, that's our perception. Was it good to fly planes into the Trade Center? Did the person who jumped from hundreds of stories up feel like it was "worthwhile"? Did the people who DID THE ACT think they were doing it for a higher cause? Did they perhaps mistakenly think that they'd die and get a million virgins or whatever it is they believe? Were they scared when they were doing it?
See how mad you might be getting reading that? At me, for not jumping up and down?
We perpetuate the cycle. Good or bad, right or wrong, we show that killing is the way. They killed us so we'll kill them back. Or at the very least we'll profile until the country is mostly scared of anyone who looks like "a terrorist".
Sometimes, I agree, killing is the way. If your child's life, or husbands, or wifes, of anyone's life is being threatened by some whackjob, and you have a clear shot of him or her, do you pull the trigger? Of course you do. And at the trial there is a mother there, crying, even though she understands why it had to happen. At the end of the day, it was still her child, and she carries the memories of love with her...his/her first steps, all the childish hugs...even if s/he were a hard child, it only made the sweet times more precious to her. There was still a loss of a human life.
That's all.
I understand the celebrating. I understand that we've stirred the pot and we'll never be in the clear, or "safe". We can sit around and live in fear or we can pull our focus back on to our own little lives that are very unimportant compared to British Royalty or Kings of Terrorism. We can enjoy what we do have, and treasure the relationships that we've nurtured.
*sigh*
I want some good news. I guess many call this day full of good news. I want good news about love, that doesn't include killing. I'm going to have to go make some of my own, I think.

I'm an island.