Another one bites the dust, as they say. This will be short, since everything that needed to be said has been said, and ad nauseaum, at that.
I'm not into the business of celebrating any man or woman, beyond the occasional artist or Hunter S. Thompson; however, one particular thing that I found interesting, not just sparked by Hugo Chavez's demise, but by the demise of others like him, is that most, not all, tend to favor the demise of these people. These dictators, who committed horrible human rights atrocities for years on end, cannot control their demise; it's inevitable.
However, is this really something to be so happy?
Is this not a Pyrrhic victory, of sorts?
Sure, it's always perversely good to feel that the person/persons who hurt you, your loved ones, and your country, but what does that accomplish? Your country or nation is still in the hands of people who follow that dictator's creed, and the years will pass by and it will be Cuba all over again.
Besides that, why celebrate death? Where is the humanity in that? Debasing ourselves to celebrating the death of a Bin Laden or a Chavez or a Hitler does nothing but do a disservice to the people who died at their hands: remember the victim and don't let them be forgotten, and don't forget your humanity or theirs, either.
This is the problem that continues to plague us as a species: we come off as so self-delusional we end up as dictators or celebrators of death.
Couldn't it be different? Shouldn't it be different by now?
Just a thought, I suppose.
Rest in peace to all who've lost their lives, unfortunately.