Sometimes, the Bums Just Need to be Thrown out of the Bar
I was on my way home after a long day on the working side of the
bar at the Indian Rock
Inn when I got the
news by way of BBC radio that bin Laden had been apparently killed
by U.S. forces. My initial reaction was one of relief and perhaps a bit
of smug gratuitous joy, but then the usual circumspect analytical
side of my personality began to take hold. I knew that the man who had
just got done proving the legitimacy of his birth would soon have to
prove the legitimacy of another man's death. And by early morning the
crazies would already be spouting their far-flung conspiratorial
theories on both the airwaves and the web.
I have come to the conclusion that there resides within the human
brain a place that allows small children to believe in the Easter Bunny
and adults to believe in God—a wonderful place that operates on simple
faith, and is most often a source of peace and comfort. But
unfortunately, that same group of neurons and neural pathways
that can foster strong beliefs, without the benefit of any
tangible evidence, can also give rise to dangerous distortions of the
facts when driven solely by fear.
My own brand of logic causes me to question just how much we
actually gain by the killing of one man. While I fully support the
notion of cutting off the head of the snake, I know that
another serpent will soon emerge from the viper's den.
And all too often that snake tends to display even
more loathsome reptilian-like behavior. But for the sake and
safety of those decent well-behaved patrons that are presently
sitting in the saloon, sometimes the bums just need to be
thrown out of the bar. And even though there is probably a more
nefarious scoundrel lurking in the shadows—we can thank God and
the Easter Bunny for good bouncers and great Navy Seals!