Honesty is good. I’m honestly smiling today because Osama bin Laden ended up as shark food.
I’m also relieved, because I’ve had a weird, creepy affinity with the revolting terrorist. We were both born in 1957. That’s a classmate to remember. So, since the September 11 attacks, I’ve often involuntarily reflected on bin Laden’s life and compared it to mine. This crumb was my contemporary.
It’s a scary mirror. While I was running through the sprinklers as a boy, what was bin Laden doing? Torturing small animals? It has been easy for me to draw favorable assessments, to know that while my life has been far from perfect, bin Laden’s was a textbook study of evil. But that’s too easy. I wondered, if one guy born in ’57 was capable of Hitleresque infamy, what about the rest of us? I finally decided to just feel safe in my self-review and not try to figure out how someone as horrifying as bin Laden could emerge on this earth.
His demise feels like an affirmation. The murderous “classmate” was put down by our brave U.S. Navy SEALs and his corpse dumped into the ocean. While Osama went to sleep with the fishes today, I went outside for lunch and got to drink in the beauty of a crisp Utah day of bright blue sky and brilliant snow-capped peaks. I win, dirtbag.
As the TV news flashed Sunday night, I did a double-take, for a moment not ready to believe. Bin Laden’s dead? But a second later I blurted, “Yeah!” and wanted to high-five someone. My visceral reaction could be classified as bloodthirsty. I get it. But that was my honest feeling. My very bloodthirsty “classmate” finally got what was coming to him. Yes, I’m smiling about it.