As we truly are, mere grains of sand, strewn along the beach of life, what would it really matter whether OBL is dead or alive?
Perhaps, he is still somewhere there in the mountains of Afghanistan, and his eradication is a gross, politically inclined fabrication,
how much differently will it impact our lives at this point? Would gas prices be lowered, I hardly think so. Would those people, like
Julian Assange and his wikileaks go away? The bullet that brought Osama down was probably lead based and copper jacketed but
in no means was it a magic bullet, his evil blood has already been transfused into a movement that will certainly not rot, as quickly
as his recycled corpse will. In those closed and darkened recesses of minds who've been inclined toward disbelief in our government,
namely, those who believe very little of what they appear to see, and none of what they hear, Osama in the flesh, will always be there.
For those who can see, that through death, he has been immortalized, much like Stalin or Hitler, that his evil seeds have taken root in soil
that seeks to overtake our principles, the damage has already been done.
What if it wasn't John Wilkes Booth who shot Lincoln or Lee Harvey Oswald who killed Kennedy. Like the full story of an entire 747,
flying into a 60 foot hole in the side of the Pentagon, or two of the largest buildings in the developed world being made to collapse under
the assault of 19 young renegades, directed by some bearded mountain man with an AK47 and a convoluted assessment of the American
way? Like the moon landing, whether truly done on the moon or staged in a remote terain like the deserts of Nevada, we'll never know,
we weren't meant to know, it's really not our business when the greater business has become the shepherding of us by those who have
donned the mantle of leadership as they guide us to the precipice of destruction, furthering their own causes, feathering their own nests,
stepping to endless drums of war while filling the coffers of their personal gain, while we, the duped masses, feed upon their every utterance.
Sleight-of-hand trickery has always been possible, probably most successfully performed to expectant audiences in dimly-lit theatres.
One only needs to look at the many advances that we've made in media presentation, those fantastic special effects like Kriss Angel levitating over
the Grand Canyon or Abe Lincoln, checking out his wife's fat butt in a Geico commercial, to understand that we, as a generation or two, of those
who've been fed the reassuring pablum of our supposed superiority as American people, we have come to believe it. Whether or not Osama is really
dead, wont have very much bearing upon my life, I'll still be redeeming aluminum cans, clipping grocery coupons, scrimping to pay my tax burden and
watching the illegal immigrants cross our borders. As far as psychological impact, I was moved to a greater level of excitement when I heard about
Michael Jackson's untimely death, and as a footnote, was just as unaffected.
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