While parents across this nation bicker over whether children ought to be allowed to dress up as vampires or witches, the bloated face of Muammar Gaddafi has been shown in full-color on the early shows, the late shows and nearly every news or entertainment show between.
Yes. The face of our enemy, battered and bruised, blue and bloodied, has Americans in both red states and blue ones fist-bumping one another.
We should know better.
We should do better.
But 10 years of warring has made us forget that need to retch we felt when we saw those men hold up the head of Daniel Pearl and dangle it there before us, mocking all that was the best of us.
Or perhaps we didn’t forget. Maybe it’s a bitter seed of memory that rooted deep inside of us and grew into the thing that we once abhorred, turning us into evil-doers, too.
They say that a person doesn’t become evil overnight. Those who study this sort of thing say it’s like walking into a dark basement. You don’t know how dark it is until you are so far down you can’t find your way back out.
Now we are the ones holding up the heads of the dead guys, and doing the victory cheer: Looky-see. Ha! We’re winning. Heads are rolling.
And so is the video.
We have grown nearly unrecognizable in our quest for revenge. If not for our enemies, we might not know who we are at all. But as it turns out, we look a lot like them.
We share the DNA of evildoers it seems.