I was going to write a post about simple pleasures tonight as part of a link up. It just feels wrong to do that and so I have written this instead.
Today, like so many people, I heard the news that Osama Bin Laden, was dead. And I was happy. It feels fundamentally wrong to be happy a man is dead. Because I was not raised in a religion, or a family, or a country where people are taught to hate.
But Osama Bin Laden was responsible for a culture of hate. He and his regime hated everything I value as the citizen of a free and liberal country. He was also responsible for the most hideous world event in my living memory.
I don't think his death will right any wrongs. Because the wrongs are so wrong they can never be righted. Nor do I think it will be the end of his regime. Because the hatred is like the mythical Hydra - the head may be cut off but others will take its place.
But sitting here, on a beautiful still Australian evening, I can't help being glad he is dead. Because I am only human. And his crimes were unforgivable.
(I promise this blog will stop jumping all over the place and return to its regular form with dinky tractor photos, recipes and pictures of gum trees.)