The "best-selling pancake" is in the air, and news from the White House that the ever-elusive Osama bin Laden will never roam again, and that the number one target of a battle in Islamabad is confirmed to have been shot, and that Obama's speech has raised eyebrows, and the American people are celebrating a great victory. In the name of jihad, he hijacked a tragic Boeing plane, and before the people of New York knew it, smoke suddenly billowed out of the Twin Towers, shocking the world's media, and all eyes turned to the west side of the ocean. Uncle Tom's family was furious, and after a search, they had identified an enemy of the state, who would not be seen again until Osama bin Laden declared himself responsible for it. In the uninhabited mountains of Afghanistan, the terror bosses had evaporated without a trace, the leaders, the minions, had all been locked up in hell on earth, and where was the leader hiding, or I'll give you the full torture kit, with all the violence that entails, but the intransigent Taliban were unwavering, and several presidents had vowed to blow their bases sky high, and so ten years had passed, the siege had been intermittent, until a few days ago, on May 1, the stalemate had turned around, and the CIA's intelligence had been very good, and the Navy SEALs had used a new team of soldiers, and the CIA's intelligence had been very good. After listening to the song, you should do whatever you want to do. ~~~~~