Okay, a few things, if I may:
1. Yeah, my faith in human nature is reconfirmed by the number of “It’s Fake!” memes already burning up the Internet tubes. Well, shit yeah, it’s fake! How do I know? ’Cause like the GOP cracker in Oklahoma told us the other day, black guys simply don’t work that hard, and that being the case, how could Obama nail The Thin Bearded Duke in a couple of years when Bush could barely find The Middle East on a map? Gotta be fake, you know?
2. Continuing with the meme, if there is anyone who needs a fake dead Saudi criminal mastermind, it’s Osama. After all, with all the good shit that happened during Bush’s last 4 years, why the hell would he need to fake the death of a mass murderer he promised to get, dead or alive? Human, please. Live in the real, okay?
3. And for all the people who do believe this gangster is dead, but are hot to post the “Obama didn’t get bin Laden; the troops did!”, we get it. Obama didn’t march in there like a terminator, quip “Hasta la Vista, Bindy!” in Arabic (because as a Secret MuslimTM, we know the President talks the talk) then put a round right between his eyes–it was done by a team of Navy SEALs. As Commander and Chief he only signed the checks and pulled the trigger giving them the go on flying into a country without permission, putting feet on the ground and pretty much authorizing multiple assassinations. And then being ready to take responsibly if it blew up in his face. You know–something like what Bush never seemed to do.
4. And lastly, even if Obama had brought Osama’s body back to the U.S. and put it on display in the Rotunda of the Capitol–but not before, on live TV, shiving it a few dozen times, then dousing it with kerosene, setting it aflame and pissing on the burning body to put it out, all the while cackling, “Who’s your Daddy???”–there’s a segment of the population (and you know who you are, birthers scum)–who’d look at the TV and go, “Yeah, well, we faked the Moon landings, too!”
Somehow I’m constantly reminded that a brother just can’t catch a break . . ..