I can see it now...
Imagine about 20 men sitting in a non-descript hut somewhere on the frontier of Yemen and Saudi Arabia. The oldest guy in the room is about 22 years old. They all turn to watch the "eldest" terrorist of the group come into the room. He's all of 25 years old and is wearing a carrot top wig and a big black handle-bar mustache and glasses. He quickly removes the wig and the handle-bar mustache so that he can address this group of 'freedom fighters.'
"Okay Muhammed," the oldest terrorist says while looking at the one they all know is a brick shy of a full load. "Al-Faswah is dead, so we've decided that you are now our leader here in Yemen."
"Abudla," Muhammed stutters. "I haven't been in the group that long, so I think that someone else should have the honor of leading our group."
"No way dude." Abudula counters. " We took a vote while you were gone getting smoothies and we feel like you are it. You inspire us. You make us WANT to kill Americans. No, YOU are our fearless leader and now that since we've appointed you supreme commander of Al Queda in the Arabian desert, let us know what you want to do. Just send me a text, DO NOT come to my house. Now I've got to get out of here because I hear the sound of an aircraft engine." And at that, Abudla puts on his carrot top wig and big black handle-bar mustache and slinks out of the hut.
Muhammed turns to protest to the others in the room, but they are all vanished.
Good job Mr. President.