Maybe Osama is dead, maybe he isn't. Maybe he had something to do with 9/11, maybe he didn't. It's not as if we haven't been lied to before. I didn't see the body they threw in the ocean, or if there was any body at all, and I doubt I'm even qualified to identify a dead Osama anyway. To me these are all just stories, and it doesn't matter if they're true or not, because our fundamental condition hasn't changed. The facts don't matter, only what we believe. We're so hard up for good news, we'll take anything, even if it means momentarily ignoring "Thou Shalt Not Kill" so Father Obama can say "God Bless America" while our Christian nation dances in the street. No doubt this event will be used to "further our interests," but I'm sure abolishing the Patriot Act (now that we're all feeling safer and more jubilant) isn't one of them. Killing Osama won't raise the Towers, bring back the dead or heal the wounded -- not ours or "theirs." The sad, sick reality is that we've all been fucked, I just can't tell who's been fucked worse -- the families of the victims, our troops or the civilians who got caught in the crossfire. America's been in a state of continual warfare since before I was born, so I doubt the next ten years will be any better. What's incredible is knowing that it doesn't have to be this way. We could create a wonderful civilization for everyone if we wanted to. But no, if it doesn't make a profit, fuck it. Everything is always about money, and that's why this life is both a tragedy and a joke. The fact that America has wasted the last ten years making itself and the world a more terrible place to live makes it even worse.