Once upon a time, not that long ago, there was a man who rode around on a donkey and lived in a cave, far away, deep in the mountains.
He had little by way of modern equipment. He was not mad about modern stuff in general but he did have a mobile phone, a video recorder, a microphone, a tape recorder, walkie-talkies, and some battlefield two-way industrial radios.
One thing that really annoyed him was freedom. He hated freedom. Also, he was opposed to equal rights for women. And if you were not a Muslim, he really didn’t like you.
One day, after morning prayer, he decided he had just had enough of Americans. “Who in the name of Allah do they think they are!” he shouted. And with that, he picked up his Nokia 6510 and phoned up fellas from Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates, Egypt, and a man he knew from Lebanon. He told them about the freedom lovers and about his plan to address the issue. The men were angry and they were motivated, and very fast learners.
They worked hard, but they played hard too. By day they advanced to Boeing jet-airliner pilot capability by learning to fly small twin-engine aircraft and taking some lessons on flight simulators, and by night they chilled out, drinking beer, smelling cocaine and dating exotic dancers.
In September of that year they attacked America. Everyone wondered who would do such a thing. But George, who was in charge of America, knew straight away who did it. He was smart. It was clear to George, and his friends Dick and Donald, that this was the work of a man who hated equal rights for women and modern stuff. This was clearly the work of the man who lived in a cave!
For many years afterwards, George and his friends tried to find the man in the cave. They spent billions of dollars, curtailed freedom, snooped on everyone and searched and searched everywhere, but they could not find him.
Some years later, it was reported that the bad man was found alive and living in a concrete house in another country and he was shot at night and thrown in the sea.
The end.


