Osama Bin Laden is dead.

Osama Bin Laden is dead. Am I happy? Yes. Do I think he deserved to die? Absolutely. Do I think he’s lucky that a Navy SEAL put a bullet through his head instead of it being left up to me, who would have dragged his ass back to NYC and tied him up where the World Trade Center once stood and let the people of New York choose exactly how long and painful his death would be? Yep. Do I care if he received a proper Muslim burial? Nope. Did he care whether the thousands of men, women and children of many nationalities and religions that he killed received a proper burial according to their religious beliefs? No. What about the thousands in the WTC who were blown to pieces, burnt to ash, or who plummeted to their death on the asphalt below? Did they die in a way befitting their beliefs? I think not. Personally, I would have chopped his head off and put it on a pike to rot. Thousands…THOUSANDS…of INNOCENT people died at his hands. Soldiers and civilians alike have died. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, sisters and brothers, have been lost due to this man’s madness. Thousands of American soldiers, my husband and many close friends included, have spent YEARS of their lives sweating in 120+ degree heat, carrying around an assault weapon AT ALL TIMES, dodging bullets and mortar fire and IED’s hidden in every pile of trash on the street, separated from their families, wives and children, and they are the LUCKY ones who actually made it home. Many, MANY others came home in a coffin. This country has bled and bled and bled because of Osama Bin Laden’s attack on this country almost ten years ago, and we continue and will continue for some time to bleed even more. I’m not a hatemonger. You will not see me on TV dancing in the street because Bin Laden is dead. But don’t ask me to pity his poor desecrated body buried at sea. He deserved much much worse.