A World Different

I, like a lot of people around the world Sunday night, witnessed something more than a decade in the making.  Something that was both real and poetic justice too long denied. A confluence of luck, sheer guts, terrifying work laid on the shoulders of young men and women willing to give their lives for us, and a monumental financial cost.  "We Got Him". Vengeance was sweet, and well deserved.  And I slept like a baby, guiltless and sated.

As a Country, we waited with impatiently baited breath that never wavered to bring closure to something that has done more to tear us apart as a people than it ever did to bring us together, save the rose colored view of fleeting first days of grief induced oneness.  One man dead: symbolic of the scatter-shot hatred visited upon us and that we so willingly sprayed back randomly in the face of our sometimes impotent attempts to find justice and closure in anything that could serve to heal despite knowing only one thing would really close the wound.

All hope for a better world having left him long long ago, he was ended, a vacant corpse of nothing and hate that now fills our minds and souls with the semblance of peace we've needed for too long.

He died a coward.  At OUR guiltless hand.