Osama wins, but the patient dies

[Tyler Durden]

I don't know if Osama wins...

The tumor may have been removed but the cancer has metastisized.

-TD






>From: "Major Variola (ret)" <mv at cdc.gov>
>To: "cypherpunks at lne.com" <cypherpunks at lne.com>
>Subject: Osama wins
>Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2003 15:24:20 -0700
>
>Most U.S. Troops to Leave Saudi Arabia
>PRINCE SULTAN AIR BASE, Saudi Arabia - In a major shift in American
>focus in the Persian Gulf, the United States is all but ending its
>military
>presence in Saudi Arabia, abandoning this remote desert air base that
>was
>built in the 1990s and made the site of a high-tech air operations
>center in
>2001.
>http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=540&e=4&u=/ap/20030429/ap_on_re_mi_ea/us_saudi_arabia
>
>
>
>And the Minister of Fatherland Security shows his bravery:
>
>WASHINGTON (AP) -- Tom Rich planned a family vacation to Britain but
>changed his mind after the deadly poison ricin turned up in a London
>apartment during the arrest of terrorist suspects.
>
>"I just don't think it's the right time to go," says Rich, of Duxbury,
>Mass. "I don't think we'll do anything this summer."
>http://customwire.ap.org/dynamic/stories/T/TRAVEL_ANXIETY?SITE=FLTAM&SECTION=US&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT
>
>
>
>                              Father and I went down to camp,
>                                   Along with Colin Powell;
>                                And there we saw the men and boys,
>                                    As thick as oil most foul.
>
>                                    Sheik Osama, keep it up,
>                                     Sheik Osama dandy;
>                                   Mind the music and the step,
>                                   And with the planes be handy.
>
>                                  There was Gen'l Tommy Franks
>                                     Upon a slapping stallion,
>                                    A-giving orders to his men,
>                                    I guess there was a million.
>
>                                  And then the feathers on his hat,
>                                   They looked so' tarnal fin-a,
>                                     I wanted pockily to get
>                                     To give to my Jemima.
>
>                                 And then we saw a tomahawk,
>                                     Large as a log of maple;
>                                    Upon a deuced little cart,
>                                     A load for father's cattle.
>
>                                  And every time they shoot it off,
>                                    It takes a horn of powder;
>                                 It makes a noise like father's gun,
>                                      Only a nation louder.
>
>                                   I went as nigh to one myself,
>                                     As' Siah's underpinning;
>                                   And father went as nigh agin,
>                                  I thought the deuce was in him.
>
>                                    We saw a little barrel, too,
>                                  The heads were made of leather;
>                                They knocked upon it with little clubs,
>                                   And called the folks together.
>
>                                 And there they'd fife away like fun,
>                                   And play on cornstalk fiddles,
>                                And some had ribbons red as blood,
>                                  All bound around their middles.
>
>                                 The rangers, too, would gallop up
>                                    And fire right in our faces;
>                                   It scared me almost to death
>                                   To see them run such races.
>
>                                 Uncle Sam came there to change
>                                 Some noni  and some onions,
>                                  For' lasses cake to carry home
>                                  To give his wife and young ones.
>
>                                     But I can't tell half I see
>                                   They kept up such a smother;
>                                 So I took my hat off, made a bow,
>                                 And scampered home to mother.
>
>                                   Cousin Rumsfeld grew so bold,
>                                 I thought he would have cocked it;
>                                  It scared me so I streaked it off,
>                                   And hung by father's pocket.
>
>                                 And there I saw a pumpkin shell,
>                                    As big as mother's basin;
>                                 And every time they touched it off,
>                                  They scampered like the nation.
>
>                                    Sheik Osama, keep it up,
>                                     Sheik Osama dandy;
>                                   Mind the music and the step,
>                                    And with the girls be handy


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