For what it’s worth, I think President Obama made the right call in not releasing photos of bin Laden’s body. And not because of what they might do to potential terrorists. Rather because of what they might do to me.
Like (I assume) everybody else, I kinda wanna see them. But I think this is not my soul’s most noble longing. It is rather ghoulish, dwelling in the sheol of violence and death, the very place where bin Laden spent his entire adult life. He rejoiced to see his enemies die, their towers crumble. I am glad that he got his deserts and is no longer with us. But I don’t want to cherish that thought. I want to go on to better things. I don’t want to be like him.