Victory: [vik-tuh-ree; vik-tree]; noun: a success or triumph over an enemy in battle or war.
I sit here writing with mixed emotions; trying to find the right mix of words that will so eloquently express my feelings. But it’s hard to find those words – words that celebrate death. Even the death of a such a cruel and unarguably evil person.
In the words of Clarence Darrow “I’ve never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure.”
That’s sort of in line with how I feel; but not quite. Death is a sad ordeal. And while I’m not sad about his death, I am sad so many others have had to meet their deaths too soon because of him.
I really can’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming relief for the future safety of our wonderful planet. I just can’t help but feel that our world is truly a much better place.
I understand why people were celebrating in the streets; it’s a sense of RELIEF! FINALLY! The man who gave the order to murder thousands of precious lives is gone. He can never give that order again.
Again, I feel a sense of relief. I feel a little bit safer. And while I’m not so naive to believe that his death brings some sort of finality this whole thing – I know that things will get worse before they begin to get better- but, I know that things will get better! Things will be safer.
My brother will be a little bit safer while he’s gone. You’ll be safer.
So, I say yes, this is indeed a victory.