An Evil Man's Death Replenishes Me
Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi is dead. May he rot in Hell forever.
Perhaps that's not as clinical and detached as most of the reporting and analysis regarding yesterday's successful extermination of the gleeful decapitator, but that's OK, because I make no claim to being a mainstream journalist.
I do not believe that it is the job of the chattering class to divorce itself from the society that has given it the right to chatter. I do not believe it makes a journalist or a commentator moral and righteous to coldly report on a war involving his own people as if he were filing scientific reports on the inconsequential battles between two different sorts of ants.
If you don't read the rest of this column then I will personally come to your house or place of work and read it to you.
Oh, and visit Mac's homepage too.