Victory!

Wow, two posts in one night. You know that means some serious crap went down...

As I'm sure all of you know, Osama bin Ladin (Usama? They've started spelling it differently...) is now dead. And not just we're-pretty-sure-we-blew-him-up dead, it's yeah-we-shot-him-in-the-face-and-have-the-body-to-prove-it dead.

And that's awesome.

Assuming that Al Queda works the way we think it does (I don't honestly have much knowledge aside from, you know, TV...) then bin Ladin was, like, the spider at the middle of the web. Everything trickled down to the people who actually carried out the actions came from him (theoretically. It's possible that there's some other mastermind hiding in the shadows, I guess, but I'll leave that one up to Tom Clancy). Without a central leader, the terrorist cells can't really get their orders.

What we're hoping for here is a war of succession. Whenever a head gets eliminated from a body, a bunch of people (usually) who think that they're all the best qualified to take up the reigns start to fight over the leadership position. If we're lucky, Al-Queda will destroy itself.

'Course, I've been rather lax in keeping up my contacts in the CIA, so I'm not 100% up-to-date with all our intel...

Oh, yeah, and I've gotta say something else. I mean, I shouldn't even have to say it, it's so obvious. But apparently I do...

Bin Ladin's death is cause for celebration. It's justice. It's the government actually doing what it's supposed to do. It's the end of an era. Hopefully, it'll also be the end of one of the most terrible organizations of our time. So, yeah, we're gunna celebrate the death of a madman. Or a very depraved man. Take your pick.

James