Tuesday 3 May 2011

A sort of poetic justice

I come back on my post about the execution of Bin Laden. I cannot say murder, for obvious reasons. Bin Laden was not murdered, he was killed. It brought a certain catharis to the Americans and the world in general, or at least the West. Today, I was thinking how fitting it was that he died in May, when spring is in full bloom and turning into. I am sure he couldn't care less, but there is a sort of poetic justice in it. I always thought that dying during springtime was the most cruel time of death. Dying on a beautiful autumn day too, but that is terribly unfair. Bin Laden's death was pretty much as fair as a death can be. I hope we have a beautiful May, especially in Pakistan.

3 comments:

PJ said...
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PJ said...

C'est dur de mourir au printemps tu sais...

/'scuse d'avoir détruit mon autre commentaire, mais j'avais par mégarde mis les trois premières lettres du mot de vérifications "sti", ça changeait un peu le ton dudit commentaire

Anonymous said...

Justice is a lovely human construct that fails so miserably time, and time again. I just don't believe in it poetic, or otherwise.