A bad man died today, on purpose. This is already being discussed on the Drunk Thread, and so we probably won't have a separate thread on this particular event. It's hard to imagine it wouldn't devolve into a politics thread anyway. However, I am currently watching CNN and there is a massive spontaneous throng of people gathered on Pennsylvania Avenue that has been loudly cheering and singing patriotic songs for two solid hours. This is clearly a victory in many ways, but I always feel a little sad about anything that required someone to be killed in order to solve a problem. Schadenfreude is pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others, and there will be much of it today. FOCUS: When have you felt Schadenfreude? How bad was the misfortune of the other (up to and including getting shot up by a stone-cold Navy Seal team), and what did they do to deserve it?