Why the hell would I care about Osama Bin Laden's life? Why would I even feel any kind of remorse or sadness that the rat is dead. This logic makes no sense. 3,000 innocents and 1 fucking mass murderer dirtbag do not equate. Let it fucking go already.
I don't really give a shit one way or the other about this, so I don't have anything to "let fucking go."
I also try not to get into the business of comparing quantity or quality of human lives. In situations like this, I like to think about the Amish. When some asshole decided to kill a bunch of young girls because the cops showed up before he could screw them, the Amish community mourned him along with their children. From their standpoint, he didn't ask to be fucked up, he just was. And his family certainly didn't ask for things to turn out the way they did, they were victims as well. This is an amazing perspective. And in contrast to the majority of Americans who see the death of a badguy as a joyous occasion, quite honorable, IMO. Shame there aren't more people like them.
I like that perspective. And yet, at the same time, when justice demands a certain outcome, such as the murderer forfeiting his life, there is also a "goodness" or "rightness" about that justice being carried out, IMO.
Any loss of life, including that of the murderer, is regrettable. It is sad. It is sobering. And, yet, it is also satisfying because justice is being done. Honestly, I'm not sure exactly how I or anyone else is supposed to feel. I think plenty out there are attempting to grabble with it in their own way and acknowledge the comlexity of what has happened and the complexity of potential emotions and responses that one feels in response to it. I honestly don't know that there is a right way to feel or react, and if there is, I surely haven't figured it out. Lots more to say, but I guess I'll just leave it at that.