Osama's donkeys are at it again, new found playmates and old school chums, ready to play in the desert on their wire contraptions. Donkeys like going in circles, and as long as no one breaks their machine of propulsion too quickly, everything should be OK. Their golden fleece is shining and their minds are starting to focus through the fuzzy blur that only a donkey's eyes can know. Who know's what the excited little donkeys of Osama's grim past can find for their futures in America..? Surely Democracy will prevail.