Don’t worry if it doesn’t make any sense

One day a man who looks exactly like him will appear on a TV show saying ‘Today Matthew I’m going to be Osama Bin Laden’ and the world will applaud his doubleness (new word I invented).

The world will have a man who will get well paid to attend social functions as a ‘look-a-like’. He might even have the same DNA.

President Obama knows the truth but dare not speak it. Like all presidents he will play word games.

I thought I’d play a word game of my own. Don’t worry if it doesn’t make any sense whatsoever, it’s what you can make of it that’s the fun.

Here we go.

Imagine you are Robson Green. You abandon emails and modern lines of communication and sail off to go ‘Extreme Fishing’ in the North Arabian Sea.

All you carry is a rod and for your bait you have some of yesterday’s chapatti, made in Pakistan, moulded tightly with a semi old banana or moiled bananas in to a ball and squeezed on to your hook. Should the bait be animal based?

No!

Fishing in the sea with a bait based on animal never works.

Tracking is a different way of hunting especially when you are looking for such as a mad noble Asian old man in a base and the bad man is alone.

Imagine for a moment you are Osama Bin Laden the name, which means a bad lion, and bad also in name, and you are the chased, you might be terrified.

You are hunted by American forces.

Not just any American forces but SEALS. They are far more intimidating than other forces as they cry ‘So die banal man’! Once they have completed their mission they are proud to have slain a bad omen, a mad inane slob who is a banal demon.

You are holed up in a mansion instead of being able to wander free only to be a slain nomad.

Their banal aims done. O a damnable sin in the eyes of a man who is an able nomad. The SEALS are thinking the bad man is alone, who’s sins are blamed on Asian culture.

Osama Bin Laden was hunted and killed by seals and then fed to the fishes, allegedly. Now back to imagining you are Robson Green.

You hook a black plastic bag which we all believe contains an alien man so bad only to discover it really holds a maiden on a slab, a sacrificial girl who gave her life so that A damn alien SOB can walk free.

You abandon a smile realising you have in your possession nothing but a pack of lies.

(Note from Eddy Tor: How many Osama Bin Ladens did you find? I think I have found 27 in total. Why not see if the kids can spot him.) He’s behind you!

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