Reportedly, Mr. Osama bin Laden’s body was buried at sea. Someday, the waters he was buried in will rise up as vapor into the atmosphere. The vapors will collect and they will rain down in your town, and your local water reclamation cleaning system will convert it into drinking water.
One day you will drink some of the water that surrounded OBL dead body (with hole in skull), then you will pee him out and flush him down the toilet, in your own 9/11 revenge campaign.
Some of you … just some of you … may die with a little morsels of molecules from OBL circulating through your veins.
You will sleep better tonight knowing these things.
The internets are ablaze with information and non-information about Osama Bin Laden’s death. I have an incredibly vast amount of responses in my head about the whole thing. I started writing last night when I saw my facebook wall fill with a myriad of sentiments.
I decided my best response was no public response. At least not a kneejerk response last night.
On facebook, I am friends with a helluva lot of comics who are joking about it.
I am friends with a glut of Christians who hope Laden is burning in hell.
And I know cynics who are thrilled and congratulatory of our troops, and now they want war to end.
However, I heard no fat lady singing.
Bin Laden’s death does not bring peace in my mind, nor to the world.
And yet we continue to float through a ginormous galaxy in an incomparably huge universe on a miniature speck of dust. The sun nor the moon heard Bin Laden’s screams nor our celebration.