For O.J. Simpson, it was the white Ford Bronco that became his infamous car of demise, and now for Osama Bin Laden, it will forever be the white Suzuki that CIA officials marked the license plate number of in the summer of 2010 that carried Bin Laden’s trusted courier. That license plate number led the CIA to a compound at the end of a long dirt road and surrounded by tall security fences in a wealthy hamlet 35 miles from the Pakistani capital. For O.J., it was a Los Angeles freeway that led to a Brentwood Mansion and a Johnnie Cochran friendship.
Okay, we are all already getting the overkill on the Facebook/Twitter reporting on Osama Bin Laden, and we at The Citrus Report had our fun with it. But, there is a really amazing story that reads like a Matt Damon movie behind this manhunt and operation, and the Guardian appears to have been writing the whole thing since 2001, and wrapped up the last few paragraphs this past 36 hours or so.
This has been the best read of all the Bin Laden coverage so far. The history, the players, and who hit the hit the game winners.
Just like Osama Bin Laden, this track from J Dilla and Madlib was in hiding, until someone found it, and blasted it out for the world to hear. Okay, we are done with the Osama jokes. We just wanted to see how far we could go. This was just recently released on Madlib Medicine Show #11: Low Budget High Fi Music.
Well, while all of you were reading about Osama Bin Laden dying, we found the real trending news… January Jones is pregnant. And nobody knows who the father is… where are the Navy Seals when you need them?
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you shut Donald Trump’s motherfucking mouth up. And, you send a message to the Republicans at the same time: On Saturday I killed Qadaffi’s child and grandchildren, and on Sunday I killed Osama Bin Laden. What did you do this weekend?
“Hi honey. What was that? Where am I am going with this 40-inch sword, and night vision goggles? Oh, Pakistan. Actually, I’m going to end up in Afghanistan. How am I going to do that? Well I told my boss at the construction site that I needed a vacation. Yes, without you. Well, I just bought a ticket to Pakistan. Its not that hard. Why I am I going? To kill Osama Bin Laden. Didn’t I read on the Citrus Report last week that Bin Laden is in Iran and not Afghanistan? Well, what the hell do they know? Yes, Osama Bin Laden. Kill him. Afghanistan. Solo mission. Police escort. Pose as tourist. Yes, with my sword. Bringing a pistol, too, just in case. It’s my Russell Crowe moment. I wish you would understand.”