I’ve heard some differing details, but the outcome is the same– two good people rescued, alive. And better still, nine dead Somalis. One of the things I love most in the world is a dead Somali. There’s no one on earth more worthy of a righteous bullet between the eyes than the snarling, stinking, bestial, drug-addled filth known as the Somali. Nine dead is just nine times as good.