Osama bin Laden is dead. There's a certain feeling of satisfaction for me, but I'm finding it hard to get into any kind of party mood. First because I think it's more than just a little ghoulish and primitive to celebrate anybody's death, even when it's somebody who is so obviously and irredeemably a nihilistic asshole like OBL was. But mainly it's because of the price the whole world has had to pay just to kill this one guy. And it's because this isn't the end of anything; it's not the beginning of the end; it's not the end of the beginning; it's not any other clever little bumper sticker sentiment the pundits and PR spinners will come up with over the next several news cycles. (Tho' I admit it'll be fun to see what we decide will be the winning slogan)
Here's one:
"My government spent a trillion dollars, 20 billion rounds of ammo and 6,000 American lives to kill Osama bin Laden, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt."
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