“Wait, wait, you wanna find who? O-who? Osama-lama-ding dong? Ha ha, you…you. Are you messin’ with me? Really? He’s really around here somewhere? Oh, man, game over man! Game over! Heh heh, just kidding. Hey, relax, that’s just from Aliens. Bill Paxton n shit. You gonna pass that?”

I guess if you’re warring and you don’t want to war and you’ve got a steady supply of weed, that would provide an adequate form of escapism. Unfortunately, it would also - because of subtle differences in how it affects people - lead to everything from freakouts to complete apathy, all while bullets and bombs rained down. Now imagine you’re the British bloke in charge of these asshats.

Could this, perhaps, be one of the reasons we don’t know where Osama bin Laden is?

At least Morgan Spurlock is doing something about it.