The Dalai Lama visited Los Angeles yesterday; I wish I could have attended his talk. As much as I’d like to feel that every life is precious, I have to say that Osama bin Laden’s death feels like progress. I’ve read that he had declared that his goal was to “wage war on the West.” That’s it? Fighting? What a terrible goal! How do you know when you’ve succeeded? When bearded men marrying women half their age and treating them like property is the norm in the “west?” I don’t get it. Bad plan, Osama.