Justice - Or, O.K., I'll Say It

Well, it's been awhile, so maybe this post is already a bit dated at it's publishing, but I wanted to wait a while to see if the feeling would fade over time, which it hasn't.

Saddam Hussein was hanged. In a whirlwhind, he was brought to the noose and hung high.

I think by being a political, and therefore a conditional and temporary solution, the judgement is but a short termed win. The spirit of Mr. Hussein lives on, and only will be realized in a newer, more powerful individual despot who will think he is above the law and can rule his subjects by fear - and will be accompanied by mass graves of women, children and men in his reign.

But for now, when I walk out onto my front porch, I feel the world is for a time, just but a time, safer and more sane.

A bully despot has been deposed and brought to justice.

I'm not completely square yet on how I feel about the death penalty, but know there are other and better ways to deal with evil than thinking it can be embodied in one human person and killed and stamped out by killing and stamping out that person.

Life should be so plain and easy.

But it was the Iraqi people, and those others who suffered under this evil whose cry for justice needed to be answered.

And when my little boy walks out the door to play with his friends, I now think of those little boys who can run out and play with their friends. Now. For a time.

Safer.