My first thoughts on the subject were summed up as "Osama bin Laden is dead. The greatest threat to your freedom is still right between your ears."
And I'm sticking with that response.
I kind of agree with Kyle's bit here (nobody could sensibly, to me, argue that bin Laden dieing the way he did was in any way not related to the self defense of the forces involved and the self-defense interests of this country). And while yeah, we're to practice compassion even for the likes of bin Laden, given that we are all in some nexus of responsibility for each other. But the guy and his henchmen were trying to kill folks to establish their view of "heaven" on earth. Or whatever.
But the fact is the media uses this whole TERROR thing - continues to use it - as an excuse to distract you from whatever it is you need to do in your day to either propagandize you or sell you junk or both. And the fact is you distract yourself with this whole TERROR thing (or this whole THE BAD PEOPLE ARE USING THE TERROR THING TO EXPLOIT YOU! or the whole THOSE PEOPLE ARE ACTING OUT OF UNBRIDLED IGNORANT BLOODLUST!) because the crap you've got to do to get through the day is bo-ring! Or not fun enough. Or too painful. It's, you know, dukkha, right?
If you were Echō speaking to Hōgen, and if you'd asked him What is Buddha, Hōgen would have replied, "You are Echō."
I do find it odd that there are a few who, when asked which "r" do you feel (yeah, we're all thinking like Tarantino now) that it is neither relief or regret that some folks feel, but remorse. I could understand relief, for obvious reasons. I could understand regret, because bin Laden wasn't brought to trial, and because al Qaeda #2 and #3 are still out there. But "remorse" at this stage is odd. Yeah, I heard there was screaming and chanting of USA! USA! USA! Ah, so? Is that you? Does that not scream, "Don't be distracted?"
I felt remorse when Katrina hit and I was in the UK, and how people were telling me how sorry they were for a largely preventable tragedy. I felt remorse for all the indignities that non-Europeans had to suffer in the wake of 9/11. I felt some remorse (but more frustration and outrage) at the invasion of Iraq, Guantanamo, Abu Ghraib, etc. That was stuff we could do something about. But when al Qaeda went to war against the US (I felt remorse that there wasn't a declaration of war), the moral and ethical action was to fight him and his cohorts until they lacked the ability or will to fight any further, and no more and no less. It's the principle of 武道 - būdō - the way of war, you know?
But geez - if you want to act effectively, compassionately, and wisely in a world of ignorance and hatred and terrorism and pitifully narcissistic responses to the misery in which we find ourselves, how can you do that if you are not acting out of complete sincerity moment to moment; how can you do that if you have decided to ignore the soundless sound, your true face before your parents were born, or to put it still another way, that you are you?