
The internets are ablaze with information and non-information about Osama Bin Laden’s death. I have an incredibly vast amount of responses in my head about the whole thing. I started writing last night when I saw my facebook wall fill with a myriad of sentiments.
I decided my best response was no public response. At least not a kneejerk response last night.
On facebook, I am friends with a helluva lot of comics who are joking about it.
I am friends with a glut of Christians who hope Laden is burning in hell.
And I know cynics who are thrilled and congratulatory of our troops, and now they want war to end.
However, I heard no fat lady singing.
Bin Laden’s death does not bring peace in my mind, nor to the world.
And yet we continue to float through a ginormous galaxy in an incomparably huge universe on a miniature speck of dust. The sun nor the moon heard Bin Laden’s screams nor our celebration.