Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead, man.
Edit: While watching the events unfold, I thought of what you said about the crowd of college students. They were all kids when this happened over half of their lives ago. I thought about growing up with a real-life evil monster in your thoughts, and wondered if perhaps it had been more traumatic or life-defining for them than it was for me. But the fact was that 9/11 changed everyone's life in this country in a bad way. A lot of the big problems we've had since are a direct consequence of it. What killing the fucker does is provide a palpable morale boost to us all. I wanted to be in that crowd. I wanted to break open a champagne bottle, but Sandy was going swimming early in the morning, and she had to go to sleep shortly after the news. I was with that crowd in spirit, with a big, stupid grin on my face.