“I can never cheer the death of someone”
I can. I would’ve cheered Hitler’s death, Stalin’s death, Amin’s, Pol Pot’s, um, you get the point.
I cheer because I know that God will mete out true justice. When one truly feels for the suffering of others, it is only natural to want to see the perpetrators suffer for their crimes.
So Fidel goes to hell where Satan gives him a hearty welcome and tells him to make himself at home.
Then Fidel notices that he left his luggage in heaven and tells Satan, who says, “No hay problema, I’ll send a couple of little devils to get your stuff.”
When the little devils get to heaven they find the gates are locked - St.Peter is having lunch - and they start debating what to do. Finally, one comes up with the idea that they should go over the wall and get the luggage.
As they are climbing the wall, two little angels see them, and one angel says to the other, “My goodness! Fidel has been in hell no more than ten minutes and we’re already getting refugees!”
John Couey’s death sentence and news of Castro’s alleged death on the same day. Sounds like good news to me.
I understand the sentiment. But it's just a personal thing with me, a fine line between cheering a death and cheering the good things that will happen because of it.
The righteous rejoice when the wicked are punished.