THE moment I heard the news of Osama's death, I felt good. That primal feeling of wanting justice in this world, of the innocent good guys winning and the bad guys getting their due, is hard wired into us humans. And so for a moment, it felt good. The river of emotion and American pride that surged throughout the country was inspiring. The chants of USA! USA! all over, and the spontaneous outburst of USA! chant that rose at the Philly-Mets game, deadlocked in the ninth inning, was pretty special. I was proud of America. It felt like the end of epoch.
Proud of the military. Super proud of the Navy Seals, and especially a toast to Seal team 6! All those years of searching for Osama, of crossing over into war, those long days and nights of servicemen and servicewomen — what they fought for, the convoys and combats, were somehow compressed into this one moment of news: Osama is dead.