Terrorist leader Abu Musab al-Zarqawi is dead. I'm happy about it. It's odd. I don't recall ever being happy someone was dead.
I used to want John Denver to die. I really did. I hated him - because his career took off about the same time Jim Croce died - and I somehow blamed Denver. This sick twisted notion stayed in my head for years - until Denver met his untimely death a few years ago. I thought I'd be happy about it. I wasn't. I had matured.
Not the case with Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. I'm pleased with his demise. But, does my pleasure in his death make me in any way - like him? This turd apparently took pleasure in murder and torture. How did he avoid capture so long? Hell, steal a car in the U.S. - and you're busted 95% of the time in a few days. I'd hate to have a Police Department after me. It'd be scary to have the Sheriff's office after you. The Feds after me would shake me up. I bet Abu had a constant pain in his stomach knowing the entire American military was after his ass - after all, the guns are alot bigger.
Am I in any way like Abu? No. A definitive no. Here's how I know. Those terrorist fu*%s have blown up all their cars. It looks as if the car bombs may be about over. They're now strapping bombs to donkeys. I kid you not. Donkeys.
How effective will a bomb laden Donkey - walking at 1/2 m.p.h. be - at wreaking havoc? Not good. Not good at all. Abu (was) so sick - he authorized the implementation of Donkey Bombs. I would never in a thousand years strap explosives on a dumb animal.
Abu smart? Hardly. The world is a better place today. Maybe Abu's replacement will re-think the Donkey bombs. Do all of us a favor and strap the explosives to yourselves. The world still needs Donkeys.