A dead Bin Laden if he makes another

Goodbye old, dear Bin Laden. You were the best for our children. You have faithfully served our cause, we always need chaos, wars and terrorism, or who sell weapons and you, who would sell the opium poppy? We are dictatorships of crazies or sheikhs debauched: give us the oil, our oil companies billions grind (serve, serve always), we'll fill of dollars (a few corrupt always cost less than a democracy) and you repurchased our luxury, bundling hashish and happy living.