|Let's not forget who started it.|
And Hannibal "I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti" Lechter- An incorrigible wit with eclectic cooking habits?
Finally Osama Bin Laden- though a tall man, he did not use his height to peek down women's blouses.
All of that's true. But it kind of makes this murderous threesome sound like the regular guys you might bowl with or see down at your local watering hole. It also ignores the most notable things about them -they're monsters covered in blood.
Just as the truth will set you free, not saying it will hold you down. It generally isn't nice or necessary to speak ill of the dead, true, but if said dead is a terrorist and mass murderer it's not just okay. It might be needed. It might be cathartic.
You don't hear crowds cheering at the end of movies these days, but I remember the sound in the theatre when Roy Scheider blew up the great white in Jaws. Why? Because he scared the shit out of everyone in that theatre for over two hours and we needed the release. But that fish only killed six or seven. Bin Laden, who after ten years finally sleeps with the fishes, killed a helluva lot more and not just on that September 11th. Last week this real-life monster was finally killed. The fear was real. The blood was real. The relief is real. And now the whole world is better off for it. Cheer as loud as you goddamn want. For as long as you need to.