as long as I am spending the day as a towering inferno of hatred, for every sad and hateful thing that has ever f%^ed me in the @ss (for real, in these moments it seems insane to think that this is a mood, that will pass; even though that's probably totally accurate), I will follow my natural proclivity and transmute some of my grief and rage into courage, to say something that needs to be said.
Crowing over the (recent or not) death of Osama Bin Laden disgusts me. Laying a wreath at Ground Zero on occasion of his murder is not a celebration of victory, or any kind of justice. It is a celebration only of revenge. It is hate piled on hate, making an imperfect world worse.
We must mourn our enemies with as much dignity as we mourn our friends. Or it dehumanizes all of us.