So wouldn't you know it, Osama bin Laden stole the headlines from the final day of the Canadian federal election campaign.
Finally the American sleuth team caught up to the wily terrorist and did what everyone hoped they would have done nine years and a five months ago. But better late than never.
Now let's all get prepared for the aftermath.
Let the conspiracy theorists out of their bags, and let them get on this one. We need some entertainment.
First of all, Donald Trump will be demanding to see Osama's birth certificate, the real one you know, not the other one, you know, the legal one, but the real one.
Second, unleash Charlie Sheen on the subject. I'm sure good old Charlie was right there leading the U.S. Navy SEALS in the attack on the bin Laden compound with his tiger blood and radar eyes or whatever other super powers he claims to have besides a toxic liver. Yep, expect Charlie to take credit for the mission. He's been out of the spotlight and headlines for more than 48 hours, and he's not feeling comfortable about it.
As one pundit said in response to the fact that bin Laden's corpse was taken into custody by the Americans and then buried at sea, which will no doubt raise all kinds of kooky conspiracy theories, "they are going to question it no matter what they did with bin Laden's body, whether they buried him, burned him, or dumped him into the sea."
Can you imagine what would happen to the burial site if they had put him in a casket and dropped him into the ground?
There was a reason that Adolf Hitler decided to be cremated after suicide with the Allied troops closing the ring around him.
There will be irrefutable proof of bin Laden's demise, but when you have the silly set out there who are convinced Elvis and Michael Jackson are still alive, don't expect anything less.
Is this the end of terrorism?
Of course not, in fact the crazies will now have a martyr memory to rally around. But at least it is a lengthy mission accomplished for America and from what we've heard from the early reports, a job well done.
At the time of this writing, we're still waiting for results from the federal election to roll in and we'll see if the so-called Orange Crush lost its fizz or was still bubbling and gurgling.
Thank goodness our campaign was only 39 days in duration. I don't know what it is about Canadian election campaigns, but they generally have me yawning by the mid-way point. Maybe it's because we are forced to focus only on the leaders the entire time. Apparently there are no other personalities or candidates worth recognizing as the five talking heads scoot around the countryside by plane and bus attempting to convince us that they're really nice people after all, forget everything else they said before, this is what they want you to concentrate on now. OK, a few retired leaders are trotted out of mothballs if one of the campaigners thinks he is losing ground, but for the most part, it's a one person per party gambol and by week No. 2, I'm usually bored with the repetitive rhetoric and managed messages. All are too frightened to say anything other than what is prepared for them. All are afraid to misspeak, so all of them say a lot about nothing, hoping that we won't notice the lack of substance or actual emotion versus contrived emotion.
At least today we'll know what we've got. It won't be much, no matter who wins or by how much and that, in my books, is sad.
