Sunday, September 11, 2005

Dear Osama, You Don't Call, You Don't Write....

It's our anniversary. Where have you gone? We never hear from you anymore. Oh, sure, we see grainy videos of someone who looks like you. Why don't we see you at parties, out and about at the coolest Karachi hotspots? Surely this great day is worthy of you cutting loose, shooting AKs in the air, making those funny noises your womenfolk (or are they goats?) do. Why be shy? It was a great thing you did, wasn't it? Now, it seems you want to distance yourself from it. You've kept to the shadows, in fact, we don't even know if you're still around. Are you still with us old friend? You must be in really bad shape to miss such parties as they'll have in Al Qaedaland. Sadly, your continued absence at the anniversary events tell me you're probably not around anymore. Perhaps you've passed from your kidney problems, maybe someone tried to collect the bounty on your head and succeeded, maybe a MOAB spoiled your day. I don't know for sure. All I know is that we miss you and wish you were here. As Ahnold said in a movie once, "Let's Party."
Love,
Miss Liberty
NYC

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