Finally we have a little justice in the death of terrrorist Osama Bin Laden. In fact, for someone who loves the English language and poetic justice, it is all rather rhythmic. Obama executed Osama in Pakistan revealing a two-faced ploy beyond measure. At the same time the President silenced the multitudes who believed we had put a Muslim terrorist in the White House.
However, the plot thickens. Conspiracy theorists are not exactly hailing our chief; instead, they believe Obama martyred Osama, a theory beyond ridiculous.
Obama's blessing on the raid that killed Osama was not only political genius, and an amazingly courageous high stakes gamble, it also helps heal the wounds of uncertainty and grief the American public has struggled with all of these years.
I am still unhappy with Obama about aspects of the healthcare law, but he had the nerve to take on big insurance. You have to respect that, I don't care what your political leanings. I strongly disagree with his border policies and cross border trucking; however, I admire his savvy. Maybe Mexico's President should be considering the gifts we have sent his country (industry, trade, technology, cash, security, training) and soften his anti-American rhetoric just a bit. He is wearing out his welcome with the taxpaying public.
Whatever the case, I will never forget the night I sat in my truck at the Airline Market in Houston and decided to turn on my television. I flipped through several boring programs and decided to leave it on just for the companionship of voices in conversation. When the program was interrupted with the breaking news, I was overwhelmed with pride.
I drive a truck, all by myself, while women in those Arab countries fight to read a book. I handle my own money, own my own property, and work freely, and without much hassle, in a male dominated industry. I have been behind the wheel for almost 30 years. I have a college education.
In Afghanistan, and many other places, young girls are denied the joy of independence and education. They are not taught a vocation, and they are treated inhumanely, like objects. I am so thankful I am an American. My life is not perfect, but I am free as a bird!