We Give Thanks In A Civilized Manner

    "We got him!" - Barack Obama

That great satan is dead, so why not let’s parade his head on a pike pole down there ta GroundZero

We’re taking to the streets waving flags, shouting violent slogans and jumping up and down

We’re arrogantly unaware that we look just like them stupid camel jockeys we so scathingly dismiss

Shooting him dead vastly fortified our ignorant pride and momentarily blocked out our real problems

Now we can street-chant USA, USA, USA! until we’re hoarse – But, Oh-no, we aint like them ayrabs

Violent death is something we all understand from the movies and we joyfully party hearty to his

I really feel like I did something and it’s so freaking good to know that killer is dead, dead, dead….

Fist-pumping and screaming but, Hell no! we don’t resemble them numbnut ragheads at all

At last we have vengeance – His violent death deeply satisfies us at that gut level - Where we live

So now they all see once again the vast superiority of this blessed land and of us, His chosen people

Let us rejoice like at some good old fashioned lynching, witch-burning or race riot violence

We can stamp on infantile effigies of him that we cheeringly burn on our littered, decaying streets

Know that real justice has been visited at long last on this mass murderer, and that we exult

We can all join hands in celebration, for once again we have carried out our God’s will

And you can bet that his death wont turn out to be just a good career move to further his evil cause

Damn would we like to see the HD video of that Seal raid and the slo-mo hi-cal gunshots to his head

Revenge is ours at last and, as leaders say, it demonstrates what we are still capable of as a people

Our retribution is so sweet that we can quickly, easily and totally forget its decade of delay

And now is the time for our politicos to ride the wave of mindless jingoism to their own benefit

This is exactly the kind of solution we really need for all the rest of these like complex issues

Let’s trot out our tired religious leaders to assure us once again of the sanctity of our cause

We can all puff up like mating toads from the glory reflected off the bullet-shredded corpses

Show us the enhanced pictures so that we can gain our vital and sanctimonious closure, at long last

Ignore the billions spent, the global goodwill lost and the years it took just to find the smelly wacko

Let us savor this great victory and reflect once more upon our divinely ordained exceptionist role

For this moves us forward on all fronts, further advancing the bright beacon of our noble ideals

Know that thru this killing we have once again righted ourselves after that greatest of wrongs

So dance and shout as if our home team had won some big championship - Broadcast nationwide