I can shrug it off easily. I'm obviously no liberal, nor am I a fan of organized religion (Catholic by birth, agnostic by choice). I think I mentioned this here before, some know, some don't. My Godmother (also a first cousin) was beaten to a pulp, stuffed in the trunk of her car, shot twice in the head by 2 off duty "dirty" Illinois state cops, and her & her car dumped into the Cal-Sag canal in the Southern Chicago suburbs. She was a missing persons case until an insurance scam investigation caused the canal to be searched. Her husband, a millionaire criminal attorney, was upset at her because she wanted to leave his on & off abuse. He did not get the death penalty, but he did die in prison. I wish he WAS executed, but it was at least a joy to know that he spent the rest of his life away from his mansion, his money, and his underworld buddies. I guess what I'm trying to show as an example here is sometimes it takes something like this to hit you close to home before you understand completely. It's easy to sit on the fence and attempt to judge, but when it happens within your own family, you may gain a different perspective. Yes, I felt joy & closure when I heard he died. I felt horrible for their young daughter, but even worse for what she had to grow up with, hanging over her head. So yes, joy, satisfaction, & elation.