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Perspectives on the Killing.

It isn’t just a matter of personal impact – the announcement that terrorist mastermind Osama bin Laden has been killed brought all sorts of reactions from Americans, from relatives of 9-11 victims to elected officials.

“Everyone knew someone who died on 9-11,” said one New Yorker, “or knew someone who knew someone who died.”

I have to admit, I don’t. Probably, I’m not the only one in the US either. It was a reaction from the New York perspective. All Americans were outraged by the terrorist attack, the degree of outrage is influenced by the perspective.

Even the newspapers had varying points of view. “We Got Him!” declared the Tulsa World, while the national daily USA Today laid the claim squarely with the president, tagging the death-headline with “says Obama.”

Time also affects reactions.

It has been nearly a decade since the bin Laden assault on US soil. Some of the young men and women seen cheering in front of the White House had to have been in elementary school when the twin towers went down.

News anchors Sunday night – to a man – repeated how life in the US had changed ‘forever’ as a result of the events of September 11th, but younger citizens have grown up in that environment and know nothing else. It’s like trying to imagine a time before television: a novel thought for a moment or two, and then the thought goes away.

Some things are different as a result of Osama bin Laden and Al Qaeda. I used to enjoy taking a trip by airline. There was always a certain excitement, almost like riding an amusement park roller coaster. For me, it has been replaced by an emotion nearing dread – not for my personal safety, but because of the cattle-in-the-corral shuffling toward a demeaning and embarrassing inspection process. I’m always singled out to remove shoes and clothing for a pat-down.

I understand the reasons. I just don’t like them. The death of Osama bin Laden gives me no personal closure, and while it is satisfying to have him out of the terrorist equation, it is disappointing that it took the most powerful nation on earth a decade to accomplish the task. It is a little like Jean Val Jean in Les Miserables and the relentless tracking of his pursuer – except Victor Hugo’s criminal only stole a loaf of bread. When the final confrontation finally occurs, it is almost anti-climactic.

Stories will continue to come out of it. How did Pakistan know nothing about the world’s number one terror-mastermind living in a military-entrenched city, far from the Afghanistan border? What actually happened during the assault? Who was involved?

What will change?

Very little, I imagine. Those involved in bin Laden’s network will want their revenge.

Attacks will continue against western countries whose citizens wonder whether – at the time of his death – Osama bin Laden was welcomed into the hereafter as a martyr for the cause, or as the Christian theology would have it: condemned to Hell for eternity.

Cee Lo, Christina, Blake & Adam: The Voice Arrives on NBC

I admit to being a fan of music all of my life. Among my first spoken words as a toddler was a blurted “Como!” when I recognized Perry Como crooning on the car radio. That’s not why I watched NBC’s The Voice.

The fact is, I didn’t watch it all. I was having my way with the remote control infrared channel selection device (years ago my son disputed my calling it – the button – as in “Hand me the button, would’ya?”).

The button landed on the Voice, and there you go.

It struck me as a novel approach, having the panel making their determination without being influenced by how handsome or shapely the singer. American Idol admits they are looking for the package deal, but even Susan the Squat Scot sold enough CDs to make any Idol contestant envious.

Cee Lo came from 90s hip hop Goodie Mob through Gnarls Barkely to land on The Voice. Christina came out of a fumbled national anthem. Adam Levine has his Maroon 5 background and music industry experience. Blake Shelton is hot on the country music circuit. Assembled, they make up the judging panel.

As for the voices – for some reason I expected the worst. As it turned out, most weren’t belt-it-out-in-the-shower, but-keep-the-curtain-drawn-types. There has always been diversity in the music industry anyway. There was a powerfully-done rendition of Janis Joplin’s “Piece of my Heart,” and a soulful take on Cyndi Lauper’s “Time after Time,” was credible done by Javier Colon – the best of the evening, in my estimation.

The thing is, landing on the program late, I didn’t catch the rules. When the judges began making pleas to the singers to “choose me!” I had to scratch my head. Team this, and team that. There is probably a plan in there somewhere. It’s obviously more than just the Voice.

Maybe you can ‘splain it to me.

Hark! What News of the World?

There are some of us who still like to hold the newspaper in our hands and hear the rattling of the paper while turning the pages. We call ourselves dinosaurs and laugh about it, but it is painful, too.

It is hard for us to understand how others can get by without the experience.

Coffee drinkers savor their cup in the morning, holding it in the palms of both hands while inhaling the wafting aroma. “Best part of waking up,” said Maxwell Coffee, a notable expert.

Where once was respect for the bean beverage, there is now a reverence. It has not yet become passé to linger over the new offerings at the cup o’ Joe diners like Starbucks. Presumably, there is still a morning thrill to order and swoon over a double-latte frappe mocha half-caf.

Newspapers have lost that drifting, dreamy morning scent. Here’s what happened.

First, consider the content: Once the bible of the non-theological literate and filled with news and opinion from around the world, the newspaper became – at some point – a vehicle for the delivery of household hints and ads. Gilbert’s Audiology & Hearing Aid Center Inc. has an advertisement positioned on the front page of Monday’s Tulsa World.

The front page was once the heralded glory-spot for journalistic pride. Landing a story on the front page was at the heart of every black and white movie with even the slightest connection to newspapers. And there used to be a lot of those.

I opened the paper this morning to the headline, “Rabbit rescuers,” and thought, Is this what it has come to? On closer examination, it was the headline for the ‘Scene’ section of the paper.

My first real job was with the McAlester Democrat, an upstart newspaper that went daily to challenge the tenured New-Capital. It was a morning paper, and those of us who made our way to work on bicycles were required to clock-in early to arrange the sections of the day’s edition. There were always at least a couple of separate pieces, classifieds and sports and such, which we inserted inside the front page section. We called it ‘inserting.’ (For a language-based enterprise, we were not that enterprising as to job descriptions.)

The idea of having the section of the paper carrying the banner headline “Rabbit rescuers” as the outside, front page, would have been laughed from the building. Nothing against rabbits or rescuers, it’s just not front-page news. That’s how my paper arrived.

Alas, the pride is gone. The newspaper plops down on the porch with some pieces upside down and backwards. The front page isn’t in front anymore. The world has turned upside down.

The Tulsa World, too.

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