JANUARY 2, 2009 9:06PM

Osama where art thou?

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This 1976 cover of Sesame Street has been floating around the internet lately.

Twin Towers

I modified it to it's intended re-emergence.

Osama bin laden
 
Which set me off on a tangent of fiction wondering... What is the cocktail for crazy and why do monsters never see the error of their ways or the fragility of thier ideology...and wouldn't it rock the foundation of the world if one would?
 
Fiction.  Osama how we wish you were.

The tales we could tell about the tall shy man from Arabia gobbling up symbols of greed and spreading goodness around the world.  Imagine John Lennon and you in a global guitar circle with Martin Luther King chanting tolerance...it would have been mythical...Woodstock without the acid.

And then there is your fiction...your Come to Allah moment.

You're sitting there, on the dialysis machine surrounded by your 9 wives and 24 kids.  Iran now has a nuclear weapon, the OSAMA911, a suitcase nuke...one for every good muslim man, woman and child...it's only a matter of time before your vision comes to fruition.  Barack Obama answers the call of Messiah and leads all the Jews out of the desert...again. The place is yours. 

Of course there is reality to consider...

As it stands you will surely take your last breathe as a real life Hitler oceans away from the Godliness of Gandhi, lionized only by the weak whom you've raped of self and spirit. In the end you will probably not die as a martyr at end of an American gun after all but lonely in a cold dark cave.

That's the obvious but I'd like to lay a little fiction of my own on you...

It's a little hard to believe but as they say sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.  For all your hard work Allah will be there personally to whisk you away to the palace you never had the chance to live in and your old 1980 white Rolls Royce with the gold rims will be there too.  

Muslim Heaven

Heaven

At dinner you're surrounded by all of the 9/11 suicide bombers and your buddies from the Iraq beheading crew.  Saddam is there, still in uniform plotting his return with Chemical Ali and the rest of the Baath party you NEVER met.  It's a giant carpet in the field of judgment , all of the good Muslims instantly drop into prayer mode as Allah saunters in.  "Rise" he whispers.  "Now that I have all of you here I want you to see something"  An IMAX screen drops from the sky.  "Before we start I want each one of you to ask yourself ...whose voice were you listening to...yours or mine?" just as images of every senseless killing in the name of Allah begins to fill the sky accompanied by Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World". Silence.

As the film ends you and your fellow misguided soldiers are surrounded by each of the people you killed...thousands all in pure white robes...each sheds a single tear...for you.  

Allah starts that God speak where you can hear him but his lips aren't moving...

"Look around you are surrounded by your shame"  Disbelief.

"If I wanted to terrorize humanity into morality I would have done it myself but that's not LOVE...that's judgment which is mine not yours.  Please turn and face the righteous" WTF. Your mind is racing...what was all that Jihad..shedding blood stuff about.

Osama if I could be there to see your face. Priceless.  As you turn, defendant to a sea of innocent people the truth comes rushing to you, your entire life flashes before your eyes...Saddam's son's start sprinting for the car WHEN SUDDENLY THE CARPET COLLAPSES PLUNGING YOU AND THE LOT INTO THE FLAMING PIT OF HELL.

OK that does read like a poorly written graphic novel and clearly lacks the accuracy of Islam but it brings me to my point. Is this the glorious ending you had hoped for?

Here's an idea... suppose you do what no other hysterical religious zealot...tyrant has ever done...right the ship and set a path of Love and Tolerance for mankind?  Think about it you could exhibit the compassion Allah embodies by denouncing your Jihad as murderous and anti-muslim, surrender yourself to the mercy of the world court and preach of the non-violent quest for a more moral world as the path less taken...the one you should have taken.  Millions would see the light in your God-like epiphany and you would die as a murderous monster saved by the grace of God rather than a common thug burning in the pit of hell.

It's a stretch I know, most wouldn't forgive you, hell you probably couldn't forgive yourself and it's doubtful you'd ever consider such an act of compassion especially when you have the truth on your side but it is something to consider since your Sharia movement has unraveled into more of a killing machine than a righteous movement.  Also, time is really not on your side with Barack Obama set to take office in a couple weeks and poised to take you out the American way.

Look the great thinkers found ways to transcend "control" and "oppression".  They were able to coexist with opposing views while propagating their belief/value systems.  Is it possible you have something to say to us non-muslims that would inspire us rather than threaten us?

Why not be part of the solution before you die...it's ludicrous I know but not impossible.  Nobody in the last 2000 years has been able to change the course of history in the middle east...maybe that could be you?

I for one am listening...please speak.

9/11

NEVER FORGET

 

 

 

 

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I believe Osama has been dead for years.
Natalie I think that's another bit of fiction.

Though I don't always articulate my thoughts precisely, the closest analogy would be a Hitler who woke up one day, dropped to his knees sobbing...wondering how in the hell he could have done what he did and selflessly reconciled with the world in order to leave a path to redemption for the German people.
hi harry,

omg! you are soooo narly! i love you! donna

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