Bin Laden’s Dead

bin laden cnn

So this is it.

The mastermind behind the 9/11 attacks was not only found but apparently, after a firefight with American troops, his body now whistles when the wind blows.

Yes, good news indeed but I’ve got a few thoughts to throw out for everybody.

First, this guy has an endless following of maniacs just like him. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to believe that the terror is not over just yet.

Second, I think I need to see proof of his death. I’m not quite entirely convinced.

Third, why do I think that there will be a tape of Bin Laden released tomorrow, mocking the U.S. by saying he’s not dead? After years of dodging attacks it’s almost an knee-jerk reaction to think this way.

And finally, President Obama had a line in his speech tonight in which he announced Bin Laden’s death. It went a little something like this:

“America can do whatever we set our minds to.”

You hear that, America? Recession’s over! Gas prices are dropping! Jobs are in abundance! We’ve all got affordable health care! We’re all gonna get laid!

Well…if it were only that easy.

But at least I’m trying, right?

Seven Years Later

Memorial outside New York New York casino in Las Vegas, 2002

I haven’t forgotten.

Anthony is the only four-year-old fireman I know of. He calls himself “Fireman Anthony” and me “Fireman Daddy” and has a collection of toy firetrucks next to his bed, along with a real LAFD helmet his uncle got him. He keeps his fireman boots by the side of his bed like a real fireman because, as I tell him, firemen always need to be ready at a moment’s notice and they never know what they’ll be facing.

And tonight I will have to explain to a curious little four-year-old that on this day seven years ago, thousands of innocent people–including some of his heroes in the fire and police department–died.

I will have to tell him why Daddy cried. I will have to tell him that there are bad people in this world that simply don’t blink an eye at the thought of killing others. I will hold him, hug him, and remind him that the world he lives in is definitely not like the one Daddy knew.

After all that, I will pick up my little fireman, carry him to his bed, kiss him on the cheek and salute him like I always do. As his fragile mind shifts to fighting imaginary fires in Dreamworld, mine will still see the very real and horrific explosions coming from the World Trade Center towers.

Lest we forget.