Judgment at Abbottabad: So why am I not dancing in the streets?

One of the most important ideals to emerge out of the Second World War is the notion that individuals can be called to account by due process of law in the aftermath of conflict for crimes committed in the name of a nation or ideology. These criminals can be captured, held, tried and punished for even something as horrifying as genocide. Even decades after the famous war crimes trials, fugitives from justice such as Aldolf Eichmann were still being brought to account. Many were captured, tried and punished . . . by sentence of court.

Fifty million died to fascist aggression in twelve horrifying years of war and genocide, but the architects of that cataclysm were called to account in a manner consistent with the values we were fighting for. In the face of overwhelming evidence of their crimes, even genocidal Nazis and Japanese militarists were offered the benefit of due process at trial.

In these debased times, apparently we can no longer afford the luxury. Due process of law is a sad casualty of this War on Terror™

Last night, President Obama informed the world that Osama bin Laden, the mastermind behind the attacks of 2001.09.11, was killed in Abbottabad, Pakistan, and the US has his dead body. This electrifying news triggered spontaneous celebrations around the country and even some praise for the President from the various Republicans seeking their party's presidential nomination.

So while this monstrous mass murderer is now explaining his crimes against his religion to Allah in person and a nation rejoices . . . why am I not celebrating?

First of all -- it's not because I'm some kind of crypto-Islamofacist terrorist socialist communist who hates America, kicks puppies, eats kittens raw and thinks American Idol sucks. Far from it. Unlike many who are having a Beltane mass public triumphalist war-gasm over this, I've served this country in the US Navy. I think I understand a thing or two about war and the way the world works. The part of me that understands the latter is not in the mood for celebrating.

Reason the first for not wanting to celebrate: I hold with the idea of that all human beings have inherent value -- even Hitler and OBL. Yes, even a villain like Osama bin Laden. Even the dearth of this monster diminishes us.

Reason the second: Apparently OBL was killed in a daring raid by US Special Operations troops. Boots on the ground, not bombs from the sky. Intelligence and light infantry were Obama's choice of weapon, not data nets and remote-control drones. This operation could have gone very very badly for the troops and Obama, as both living Democratic former presidents can attest. Barack Obama risked his chances for a second term as President on the success of this raid. My point here: If the President chose to rely on light infantry / commandos for this task, there was the possibility of capturing OBL for trial.

If OBL were taken and not killed in action, the end result would eventually be the same: OBL would never "get off on a technicality" even before the most bleeding heart judge in the universe. Yes, any trial would be a theatrical event to rival Broadway, a media circus that would make OJ Simpson's trial look like a kiddie ride, and a trial would take time.

Due process has a price. But justice at the cost of our values and our souls is hardly worthy of a great nation like the United States of America.

However disappointed that we aren't going to try OBL for his crimes, I applaud the US military for its valor and courage in carrying out a dangerous mission. The guys in camouflage and the intelligence community scored a brilliant success on this operation. However, there is a bigger picture here . . . one that worries me over the long term.

Edit for clarity and a couple of stupid spelling errors.

Daily Bloggery 2009-04-27: Sad sad departures.

I'm heading home again after spending another weekend with Gwenny.

I'm happy I got to see her, happy to have spent the weekend with her. I am, however, sad because I am leaving once gain for home. The more I see her, the more I love her and the less I want to leave her when the weekend is done.

No travel annoyances this trip, things went smooth both ways.

In another sad departure . . . Bea Arthur, one of the stars of the 80s sitcom The Golden Girls, passed away. Sophia (my daughter, not the character played by Estelle Getty) tells me that this was her favorite show when she was in college. . . .
Here's some YouTubery of some of their bloopers:

Daily Bloggery 2009-04-10: Never Split The Party

1. Sad day in geekdom: D&D co-creator Dave Arneson has passed on. Now Dave and Gary can argue over weather dwarf women have beards and sling dice together once again.

2. Health: SGLs green (93 this morning), got a nice walk in yesterday, getting another in today. Dressing change after work today.

3. WoW: What a difference a day makes. Marty is ready for Naxx 10! I have a few things I need to get enchantments for and a couple of my items are not rares yet, but I am ready!
This makes Gwenny smile.

4. Speaking of Gwenny, well, this here relationship gets better and better. I can really get used to not being considered "a diamond in the rough" by my SO, being loved as I am for who I am, not jst for my "potential."

Gene Upshaw, RIP

This weekend, I got word that former Oakland Raiders All-Star lineman and President of the NFL Players' Association Gene Upshaw passed away.

You all might be wondering why I'd want to blog about this; after all this is not a sports blog and I'm famously a TV hater and a Sports On TV hater.

Once upon a time I was not a TV hater or a sports on Tv hater. I grew up in a homw where one parent was a rabid sports fan. No matter the season, there was always some damned sport or another on TV. As such, it became inevitable that my brother and I would go out for sports. In high school the sport was football. I was an offensive and defensive lineman that year. Long tradition at my school had all the senior football players and more promising juniors sent to a week-long summer football camp right afte school let out for the summer. The camp featured local (as in "Bay Area") pro players as well as other NFL stars as coaches.

My biggest thrill at that otherwise depressing camp was that one of my coaches at was Gene Upshaw, a player I watched every Sunday because I knew how good he was as an offensive lineman.

After his playing days were over, he headed the Player's Association. He was instrumental in negotiating the agreement that gained pro football players the right of Free Agency so they could share in the media-generated wealth.

Ad Astra, Arthur C. Clarke

Yet another of the heroes of my youth passes on . . .



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Listening to: Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra - Also sprach Zarathustra (Thus Spoke Zoroaster), tone poem for orchestra, Op. 30 [Main Title]
via FoxyTunes