So last weekend I had a totally genius column all written in my head about the whole Obama birth certificate fiasco, and how it signalled the ultimate demise of the American system, yada-yada, etc.
One of the awesome, and occasionally awesomely inconvenient, things about being a journalist is riding the wave of current events.
Sometimes having to adapt to changing events makes your product even better. And sometimes you just have to suck it up and scrap those well-laid plans.
And sometimes, as in the case of the death Osama bin Laden, it's both at once: An inconvenient change that you're only too happy to have to make.
Suffice it to say that there were two key fatalities over the weekend, one literal and one figurative:
1) The very real death of Bin Laden, and 2) the death of the political career of Donald Trump, who was eviscerated not only by the release of the president's birth certificate but by Obama's blistering (and blisteringly hilarious) performance skewering Trump at the White House Correspondents Dinner (be sure and Google that video if you haven't already).
Here's to those two dead things NOT resting in peace...
There's a certain amount of discomfort - or disgust, even - anytime circumstances lead us to rejoice in the death of a fellow human being.
Then again, no one can argue that the world isn't a better place without Bin Laden, and he certainly did his share of rejoicing in the death of others while he was alive.
Bin Laden's death won't bring any of the 9/11 victims back, nor any of the U.S. soldiers killed in the ensuing wars since then. But perhaps they all can rest a little easier now...
CORRECTION: Last week we failed to credit the wonderful photo of Iron & Wine taken by local photographer Geoff L. Johnson. We apologize to Geoff and won't make the same mistake again! cs