Bin Laden is dead. There is a tiny Catholic fragment of me which is uncomfortable feeling this much joy at a man’s death… As I told a friend, the rest of me is sitting on that part shooting off fireworks.
But I’m a little afraid to go to bed … I’m a little afraid of what the night might bring in terms of retaliation. It’s not over; this hasn’t changed anything. But … it is amazing.
Stewartry 
I saw that when I woke up this morning and I’m still not believing it, even though I know it’s true.