There are so many things that make the killing of Osama bin Laden absolutely delicious: the hypocrisy of his being nabbed in a million-dollar, suburban compound even as he sent others to their deaths; the fear he must have felt as his bedroom door burst open and he found himself staring down the barrel of an American weapon held by an American soldier; the ignominious end his remains met — dumped overboard into the Arabian Sea like so much unwanted rubbish.
Yes, it might have been nice if he’d been taken alive — the perp walk in the orange jumpsuit makes an awfully sweet picture. But then you’ve got the years-long mess of a trial and the question of what you do with him once he’s been inevitably found guilty. Best to whack him quickly and pitilessly and let the national touchdown dance begin.
