His death is still echoing.
I keep watching the news that I've seen before -- the last photo of Bin Laden alive and speaking -- Obama's speech telling the world that Bin Laden was dead -- the administrative heads watching the 40 minutes event -- HiIlary's hand at her mouth -- the tension in Obama's posture and the look on Obama's face .
No matter how many times I've seen the details, I want to see and hear the details again -- the planning, the mock up of the 'millionaire'-Bin Laden's home, the Navy Seals' stuff -- them practicing what to do over and over.
I've re-read Noam Chomsky's words --"Obama's lying ... It's a political assassination!" and each time I tell the famous MIT Professor/Philosopher, "You are wrong, Chomksy!" I can't even hold the thought that what Obama did was wrong.-- "NO, NO, it was a right thing to do!" is louder, loudest in my mind.
And though I say NO, NO about displaying the photos of Bin Laden's bloodied head and dead body because the photos will inflame his supporters, I want to see them -- I want to see photos of the grim, shocking end of this man.
It's as if I'm caught in this revengeful obsession. Maybe, because I am a New Yorker, the devastation of 9/11, devastated my sense of the good life that's our heritage, and the sorrow that's in me hasn't been cured by time passing.
Right now a "wow" explodes -- he's dead! We got him! We killed him! For a second he knew he was being killed.
Yes, I m enjoying the envisioning of the moment of death, a cruel second as a bullet hit his eye, rejoicing because the man who had Viagra in his medicine cabinet had a wife who was shot in the leg and his son was shot dead.
Stop celebrating I tell myself, but I'm celebrating, glad that Bin Laden is dead disposed of somewhere, nowhere, in an ocean.