(My deepest apologies to all who, like me when I wrote it, are dismayed by the cheesiness of the cheap play on "Carmen San Diego." I'm sure its been done before, I just haven't had time to Google it yet.)
Really now, where is he? Some say he's hiding in London, Pakistan, Afaganistan, Turkey and others say he's been dead for some time but the mystique keeps up curious. Me? Well, I don't have a single clue on the matter. But, in the snippets of time (and I do mean snippets) I spend thinking about it, I find it hard to disuade the intuition that we, the USA, would have found him by now if we really wanted to.
But alas, I have no juicy conspiracy theory to go with that intuition. Its just a hunch. The reason its so strong, though, is largely because I am slowly learning that when any government, especially the USA, is asked these kinds of questions (like where?, who?, how?, when?, and, that deepest one of all, why?) -- which is the exception to the rule of unquestioned belief in the State, or, at least, what the States tells us about itself -- all kinds of embarrassing things spill out and stain the carpet of naivete with deep red stains of blood, booze, and lipstick.