The classic ending to every American movie, the moment when the assembled crowd raises their right fist in a salute and whistles, cheers and stamps their feet yelling âwell, all riiightâ is being played out in front of the White House as we speak.
We can turn the telly off now and sleep easy in our beds. King bin-Kong has been slain; the credits are rolling; the token woman and the token American Negro returned to the props cupboard, and we remembered to thank the National Tourist Board of Pakistan for their assistance in making this film.
Drink your cocoa up, tomorrow is a school day and you can frolic on the trains and planes of our great country without worrying about backpacks full of nitro-glycerine lying around â didnât we just sneak into someone elseâs country and shoot the main man dead â and triumphantly sneak out again with his body so he wonât get a decent burial?
I mean, if Pakistan forces had crept into Britain without telling the UK government and shot Obama and sneaked out with his body â the war on terror would have been over, wouldnât it? No one to give orders any more; and all the little Muslims and all the little Christians would have smiled at each other and lived happily ever after.
âWell all riiiiightâ!
Keep cheering folks â Part One may have ended when bin-Laden ticked the âadd locationâ box on his Twitter feed, but the sequel is already in the can. Exploding at a destination near you.
Letâs have a rousing chorus of that all American signature tune â âItâs only just begunâ.