{"article":{"id":120432,"heading":"A Xmas Poem by GW Bush -The Night Bin Laden Tried to Steal Christmas","author":"GW Bush","created":"2004-12-23 18:49:02","modified":"2013-11-11 00:31:49","last_modified":"Mon, 11 Nov 2013 07:31:49","article":"<p>Good news, say I to you, I as your leader have written a story &ndash; your dream has come true! <br>  <br> Mark my words: this story will be spellbinding and grand <br>  <br> And if you don&rsquo;t like it, well that&rsquo;s just too bad. <br><br> Now put down that eggnog, lay those gingerbread cookies back on the cart, <br>  <br> Because I have a sneaky feeling that the story is about to start&hellip; <br><br> Every American <br>  <br> Down in America <br>  <br> Likes Christmas a lot&hellip; <br><br> But Bin Laden, <br>  <br> Who lived in Afghanistan  <br>  <br> Didn&rsquo;t. <br><br> Bin Laden hated Christmas! <br>  <br> The whole Christmas season! <br>  <br> Now, please don&rsquo;t ask why.  No one quiet knows the reason. <br>  <br> It could be that his head wasn&rsquo;t screwed on quite right. <br>  <br> It could be, perhaps, that his turban was tied too tight. <br>  <br> But I think the most likely reason of all <br>  <br> May have been that he hated our freedom. <br><br> But, <br>  <br> Whatever the reason, <br>  <br> His heart or his turban, <br>  <br> He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating Americans, <br>  <br> Staring down from his cave with a sour, terrible frown <br>  <br> At the warm lighted shopping malls below in their towns. <br>  <br> For he knew every American down in America beneath <br>  <br> Was busy now, buying lots of things <br><br> &ldquo;And they&rsquo;re hanging their stockings!&rdquo; he snarled with a sneer. <br>  <br> &ldquo;Tomorrow is Christmas!  It comes once a year!&rdquo; <br>  <br> Then he growled, as he did a little mopping, <br>  <br> &ldquo;I must find a way to stop all this shopping!&rdquo; <br>  <br> For, tomorrow, he knew&hellip; <br><br> &hellip;All the girls and boys <br>  <br> Would wake up real early.  They&rsquo;d rush for their toys! <br>  <br> And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Those terrible sounds of freedom! <br>  <br> That&rsquo;s one thing he hated! The liberty, democracy and the freedom! <br><br> Then the Americans, young and old would sit down to eat. <br>  <br> And they&rsquo;d eat, and they&rsquo;d eat, and they&rsquo;d eat! <br>  <br> And they&rsquo;d start with Kraft&trade; pudding, and Tyson brand turkey <br>  <br> Which was something Bin Laden hated - old fashioned brand loyalty! <br><br> And THEN <br>  <br> They&rsquo;d do something he liked the very least <br>  <br> Every American down in America, the large and the obese, <br>  <br> Would kneel together, with a Randy Travis CD playing, <br>  <br> They&rsquo;d kneel hand-in-hand and to Jesus start praying! <br><br> They&rsquo;d pray! And they&rsquo;d pray! <br>  <br> And they&rsquo;d pray! Pray! Pray! Pray! Pray! <br>  <br> And the more Bin Laden thought of the Americans praying <br><br> The more Bin Laden thought, &ldquo;I must stop this right away! <br>  <br> &ldquo;Why for fifty-three years I&rsquo;ve put up with it now! <br>  <br> I MUST stop Christmas from coming! <br>  <br> &hellip;But how will I accomplish my mission?&rdquo; <br><br> Then he got an idea! <br>  <br> An evil idea! <br>  <br> OSAMA BIN LADEN <br>  <br> Decided to boycott IKEA! <br><br> &ldquo;I know just what to do!&rdquo; Bin Laden laughed with spite <br>  <br> And he thought of a website made of words he would write. <br>  <br> And he chuckled and clucked, &ldquo;What a sinister plan! <br>  <br> &ldquo;With this website I&rsquo;ll tell everyone to join the ban!&rdquo; <br><br> &ldquo;All I need is a desk for my computer and a light to see&hellip;&rdquo;  <br>  <br> Bin Laden looked around. <br>  <br> But desks and lamps are scarce, there were none to be found. <br>  <br> Did that stop Bin Laden&hellip;? <br>  <br> No! Bin Laden simply said, <br>  <br> &ldquo;If I can&rsquo;t find a desk and a lamp, I&rsquo;ll make them myself!&rdquo; <br>  <br> So he got his toolbox and promptly made a shelf. <br>  <br> &ldquo;Oops,&rdquo; said Bin Laden with a scowl, &ldquo;This is harder than it looks.&rdquo; <br><br> So Bin Laden bit his lip and mounted his camel, <br>  <br> And into an American town he soon ambled. <br>  <br> He looked for a shop that sold what he needed, <br>  <br> But he could find none.  There was only IKEA! <br><br> &ldquo;Oh phidle-dee-flat&rdquo;  <br>  <br> He said and he spat, <br>  <br> &ldquo;Looks like I&rsquo;ll have to shop in this store <br>  <br> For the things I need, but then no more!&rdquo;  <br>  <br> So inside he went with a chuff and a frown <br>  <br> In search of his items and to have a look around. <br><br> And what happened then? <br>  <br> Well&hellip; in America they say <br>  <br> That Bin Laden&rsquo;s small heart <br>  <br> Shriveled and died that day. <br>  <br> Realizing that his quest to squash freedom was futile, <br>  <br> He hopped on his camel, returned to his cave and never came out again. <br><br> The End<\/p>\n","contact":"","link":"http:\/\/www.newsmutiny.com\/18\/night_bin_laden_tried_to_steal_c.htm","address":"","phone":"","parent_id":0,"mime_type":"text\/plain","summary":"Poem \/ Satire","numcomment":0,"fileurl":"\/uploads\/","filesize":null,"article_url":"\/news\/2004\/12\/120432.php"},"attachments":[],"comments":[]}