Just a few hours ago the United StatesÃ¢â‚¬â€acting as puppet-masterÃ¢â‚¬â€killed Saddam Hussein, and in no time, weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be watching the YouTube video of it. There will likely be a parody version conjured up in a dorm room in some mid-western state college somewhere that will make the rounds as well.
And the entire thing makes me sick.
Our culture loves to watch Ã¢â‚¬Å“badÃ¢â‚¬Â guys die. And Saddam was definitely high on the list of bad men.
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s revenge. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s what he had coming. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s what goes around comes around. Bad boys get bad gifts for Christmas. I get it.
What I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t understand is how pro-life Americans can be on the Ã¢â‚¬Å“life is preciousÃ¢â‚¬Â bandwagon and still attend the Saddam-is-dead after parties.
But I am no hypocrite (and what IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m about to say will probably cost me a liberal friend or two); I am equally frustrated with progressives that fight for a womanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s right to have a late-term abortion, and the elimination of the death penalty.
Either life is precious or it isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t.
A couple of days ago this photo ran in the Los Angeles Times:
The photo accompanied this story, and the demeanor of the two Santa Ana Police Officers chatting it up sipping their hot coffee as a corpse full of SAPD bullets lies in the bottom right, caused a small stir.
When cop killers get killed, there is always a party, and the (non-partisan) law enforcement cheerleaders do pyramids and high-kicks because the good guys scored a touchdown. (For the record, the dead man in the photo Oscar Gallegos was not successful in his attempt to kill two police officers in Long Beach; fortunately the two officers are still alive.)
If you really believe that life is precious, death should never be celebratedÃ¢â‚¬Â¦. regardless of who the victim is.