To those who have deleted Islam from their thinking, Osama bin Laden becomes a comic-book arch villain, a Mr. Big out of James Bond, the Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz. In this personification of evil, the person not only symbolizes evil, but also replaces it. Such a blinkered outlook partly explains the elation, the sense of relief, the misplaced belief that the nightmare was finally over, that drove many Americans out into the streets to celebrate OBL's death. In the end, it was mainly a sugar high. Events since, including the Islamically correct funeral, are more telling markers of where we are in this war. And that's nothing to celebrate."Where we are in this war"--we're in the living room, ignoring the ginormous camel hunkered down there, and, if we dare to allow ourselves to catch an occasional glimpse of it, sucking up to it like mad.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
(Note: this post, which first appeared on May 12, is back from blogger oblivion.) Diana West (she's such a party pooper) throws cold water on the celebration: