First off, to be clear I am not a lawyer. I am an over the road truck driver. While this may make you want to be quick to dismiss my observations here, hear me out first. If at the end of the article you still want to dismiss me, feel free. If, however, this article leaves you thinking that I make some valid points, come back and read this first paragraph again. A truck driver, not a lawyer, came up with this. Donald Sterling will be represented by lawyers, not truckers. I'm willing to bet that they can do at least as good a job making a case for him as I am doing right here, and I would even go so far as to suggest that they might do better. Hard to imagine, I know, but it is possible.
He said that America was a paper tiger, and we would not have the heart to see this through. He was wrong. Dead wrong. Yesterday, public enemy number one met his fate in a compound in Abbottabad, Pakistan where he was living right under the nose of the Pakistani government. It now appears that the United States acted unilaterally inside the borders of Pakistan to take down the terrorist leader. The Navy SEALS apparently offered him the chance to surrender, which he declined. They then culminated a nearly ten year long search with a bullet to the head.
The personal irony for me was my location when the act was committed. I was traveling through Wyoming a few years back when Saddam Hussein was captured, and though I don't travel to the west all that often, I found myself traveling through Wyoming once again when OBL bit the dust. Two great days for America, both occurring with me in an unlikely location.
I wish I could say that this is where the similarities ended, but it is not. When Saddam was captured, I had stopped at a truck stop in Laramie Wyoming to get some work done on the truck. I was waiting in the lounge watching the coverage on the television when the news showed a picture of Bush and Hussein on the same screen. Another driver in the lounge began to rant a rave about what a criminal and liar "that guy" is. I asked him which man he was speaking of, and he identified President Bush.
I am generally in control of my temper, but on this occasion I let it swing wide open. I would not stand idly by while my president was victimized by such hatred that should have been directed at our common enemy. I went on a tirade that ended with that driver leaving the lounge, and me seeing another driver coming up behind me turning around thinking that I was about to get decked.
As it turned out, the other driver didn't swing at me. He threw his arms around me and hugged me with tears streaming down his face. He thanked me for what I had said, and identified himself as a refugee from Iraq. He even showed me his Iraqi identification, and told me how he was here because Hussein wanted him dead. Until that day, he had feared that he would never see his family again. That day he was given the hope that someday he would.
Today, I was disgusted to see some people on my side of the aisle openly express their disappointment on facebook over Bin Laden's demise occurring on Obama's watch. To those people I must say "What the hell is wrong with you"? If your political position has lead you to a place where you route for Osama over Obama, then you seriously need to re-think where you stand. If you would rather Bin Laden had another year and a half to plan his terror attacks against us than for President Obama to have his moment, you are not a patriot, you are a partisan hack who certainly does not deserve to claim the name of "Conservative".
For the last ten years, our intelligence has spent countless hours and efforts hunting this dog down. They found him. Our military has sacrificed so much time, treasure, and blood to be in a position to take him down. They got him. Our President declared that he would make his death our top priority in the region. He gave the order. This is not one man's victory. This is a victory for our intelligence, our military, two presidents, and every American. If you were elated yesterday, than you stand with me. If you were disappointed, then you stand with him. There is no in between. If you stand with me, then celebrate with me. If you cannot do that, then share your sorrow with the enemy because I frankly don't care to see it.