Channel Surfing

There is something at once terribly banal and absurdly comical about Osama bin Laden, the world renown terrorist, bedecked in a cap, wrapped in a blanket, sitting hunched over with clicker in hand, reveling in the images of the glory of bygone days, as if he's a tired, washed up actor desperately and futilely clinging to what he once was (and thankfully what he will never be again).