Celebrating the deaths of bad arab men...

I was rather relieved to come across this article: Celebrating the deaths of bad Arab men.

It was a relief to know that I am not alone in my mortification of the way in which the world seems to have taken pleasure in the very public end to the lives of the Arab leaders from Saddam Hussein and Osama bin Laden to Gaddafi. Like the author in the article above, I do not feel sorry for these men. I am just alarmed by the very public display of death and the derivation of some kind of pleasure or glory from it. How different is the celebration over a) Hussein and Gaddafi's death, b) the public flaunting of gruesome images of their dead bodies to the bloody carnage that took place in the Roman gladiator arenas? Thousands have been queuing to view Gaddafi's body where is lies bloody and half clothed on a cold-room floor. Sure the guy was a tyrant and now he's a dead tyrant but what does it say about our humanity if we would revel in such imagery.

Why should we concern ourselves with a dead man instead of focusing on rebuilding a badly beaten down nation? I am not Libyan but I imagine if I were I too would feel some relief at the news of his death. But how does his being dead benefit anyone? It's not going to build schools and hospitals, nor guarantee the establishment of democracy or keep civil war at bay... all more pressing concerns of the Libyan people that they and the world should be focusing on, instead of glorifying the pathetic state of Gaddafi's very dead body.