In the span of 24 hours, President Obama vanquished two looming political threats - Osama Bin Laden and The Donald (a.k.a. Donald Trump a.k.a. The Holy Hairpiece). He used humor to take out one, and a bullet for the other. While the tuxedoed POTUS drew laughs galore at the annual White House Correspondents Dinner at Trump's buffoonish attempts to paint the President as an illegal alien, thus winding down the clock on Trump's 15 minutes, the Commander-in-Chief was keeping a lid on one of the most sensitive operations in the war on terror. And, as a hat-trick, the announcement of Bin Laden's death occurred during the final 20 minutes of an epic episode of Trump's "Celebrity Apprentice" when the much-hyped showdown between Ne Ne of "The Real Housewives of Atlanta" and Star Jones was coming to a head. Well played, Mr. President!!
So now, it's a new day and it makes me wonder what's changed. Does the end of Bin Laden mean the end of the airport security line striptease? Does it mean the end of XXX TSA pat-downs? Does it mean the end of bag searches before you go to see the Mona Lisa? Does it mean the end of fear?
I don't know.
When the citizens of Oz saw that the Wicked Witch was, in fact, dead, after their songs of rejoicing were over, I don't know if their lives returned to normal or if they even remembered what normal felt like. Did a sudden rush of wind overhead cause an Oz-ian to flinch with memories of a green-skinned witch on her broom? And how could they be sure that that Wicked Witch was, in fact, dead, I mean, there were no skeletal remains. Maybe it was a cruel joke played by the witch herself? Bin Laden may be dead, but how long before the conspiracy theorists climb out of their wormholes announcing their doubts, or the pundents alleging that this was a hoax perpetrated by a president attempting to shore up sagging poll numbers? And, more importantly, how long before we realize that we can never return to a time of innocence, to a time without fear?
The witch is dead and we live on. I'm just saying.