Have you listened to Nick Berg's father today? He is one sicko man. He didn't want Zarqawi killed, he wanted to be able to sit face to face and understand where he was coming from.
Either this guy hated his son with a passion unknown throughout humanity, or he simply went insane and this sad shell of a man is all that remains of poor Mr. Berg. Anyone who says anything other than that his is a day to celebrate should be forced to watch and listen to the tape of his murder. I have neither seen nor heard the tape. I have only read that he was aware of what was going on and that he let out a great and terrible wail. Even the imagined sound of his terror and woe is putting me on the verge of tears. I want to cry like I did when I discovered that the man in front of me laying facedown in a pool of blood on the side of the road during my family's bike trip around Mackinac Island, when I was 7, when all of my aunts and uncles and cousins that I never get to see were there for a once-in-a-generation family reunion, and everything had been absolutely perfect, was my Grandfather. He died, and we buried him under a crooked tree.