We as a nation paused for a moment of celebratory jubilation, and then immediately expressed remorse for wishing a man dead…and then we celebrated some more. I’ve seen the gamut run today on social media, and that’s just in the very small world of my friends. Tis the beauty of the USA. We have Freedom of Expression.
I only hope that this brought some peace to those that lost loved ones 9/11. Personally, I think that MF got off easy and less than he deserved. I am an eye-for-an-eye type gal. I’m also filled with a sense of dread that this will unleash a shitstorm of crazy we haven’t anticipated. “Is America any safer now that one of the billions of people on the planet is gone? You think any terrorists anywhere are hanging up their spikes and leaving the track with tears in their eyes? What, you think they’re all scared now? Is the mission accomplished?” ~ Henry Rollins via Vanity Fair
Anyway, we had an impromptu celebration tonight and didn’t even discuss Osama. It was born out of a need to burn some citronella candles to ward off pests. I found a Pier1 giftset someone had given me that I never opened in a closet, and alongside of it some sparklers. The youngest spawn was eager to light things on fire. It seemed to meld with the theme of the day.
Next…What did we do this weekend in the garden that has my back and thighs screaming in protest?