The Poetry Of Dust To Dust, Osama Is Dead

Osama Bin Laden
Osama Bin Laden
THE CELEBRATION AND GENERAL REPORTAGE of Osama bin Laden is an American moment and an international swatch, because the bin Laden operatives murdered hundreds of Republicans, Democrats, Winsome Wingnuts, various Christians, Jews, Muslims and a conflagration of other travelers and players, all educated and dramatized for the Cause in different flavors and cultural contexts on that fateful date—September 11, 2001.

And it goes without saying that the Media Left's clownish bias is showing up once again with typical hubris and vitriol, while the Right, say WE THE PEOPLE, stays in their spirit-branded patriot's box, giving credit where credit is due—to the flesh and blood military, not the aloof, patently cold-blooded president, who typically fails not to deny himself a lion's share of the "strategery" which finally flushed out, then snuffed out the patriarch of al-Qaeda with a bullet in the head achieved over the body of a servile woman "the illustrious Islamic warrior" had grabbed in the heat of combat for protection.

But there are serious issues with the"official" version of this happy killing, subsequent burial, and speechmaker's spin that reek of typical Obama handling of American moments...

Yep, to have become one is to become one. Some say so many mysteries in the making, the faking, the forsaking of an (fill-in-the-blank) president...carnival barkers need not apply.

Bin Laden buried at sea? Junior needs to pony up with a few unarguable facts. Yes, I know that facts no longer exist, but let's be audacious here for a moment. Is the Donald now not off the front pages? Ah, the famous Clinton wag, it's the latest new dance craze (from the fink and folly think tanks of your nearest wink and wear all too weary political campus...

"My how big your teeth are!" exclaimed Little Red Riding Hood, now retro-fitted and color-matched to one of Henry Ford's shiny new Model-T, oops that's haraam, no crosses in Islam, to a burqa, one size fits all, while DEATH TO THE INFIDEL, belloweth the wolf in sheep's metal...

May we please insist upon the choice of congressman and retired Colonel Allen West for president, VP minimum? I see where the brains behind Obama is positioning General David "Don't Burn the Qu'ran, Somebody Might Get Hurt" Petraeus for successorship or at least floating him in torqued readiness to neutralize West, if something goes awry with the Obama campaign.

If accused, I'll just have to admit that despite the consequences of my acts, this is just the initial phase of those nasty thoughts I intuit behind all these latest White House maneuverers.

Hey Martha, where's that aluminum foil you saved from the lasagna last night. I need a greasy new metallic hat 'cos my last one was struck by lightening, leaving me these seven scabs I have now on my head, but I ain't done. Fact is, Martha dear, I'm just getting started.

Dust to dust, Osama is dead. End of poetic justice. Now, let's get down to the nuts and bolts of saving western civilization from dar al-Harb. We can start by abandoning the Middle East, and the Camp of Islam to fend for itself. Returning to America first, we must strengthen ourselves, right and left, right and wrong, hawks and doves for the real war which is churlishly creeping into our lands and our homes...

And I'm an optimist. Peace will follow. But I have a feeling the dark prince of butchery, mankind put into his proper place, once again, will not be neglected. We have all heard the false prophets of peace in the market who all promise—ALL IS FINE. Just move along, folks, all is fine.

Reminds me of a talking donkey.

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