On the far side of the world, Seal Team Six — the men that got aboard the helicopters, rode them into a hostile nation at night, crashed one, ran into a building and shot the world’s most wanted man dead and then got out — will be, I trust, relaxing with a beer or two. The guy who pulled the trigger on the Islamic animal will have Seal bragging rights for the rest of his life. But guess what? He’ll probably never use them. You, you yellow coward, you’ll bring up your meaningless little time spent watch Pentagon TV whenever you think you can find someone to stroke your eunuch’s unit for you. Why? Because you’ve always been a physical coward and you are used to the lies that go with the role.

You might, in another life, have been ashamed. In this one you simply have none.