I don’t celebrate deaths.
I feel relief when these people can’t harm our nation any longer.
Then I feel sorry for them, because one day they’re going to have to explain to the Lord what seems like a lot more than I am going to have to explain.
I do, but only very VERY occasionally. Ted Kennedy was one notable example. This outright Traitor to America, who conspired directly with the Soviets to thwart Reagan, was a death that I savored, exquisitely, for months.