Well, look what the cat drug in...
Well, well well. Hello, Osama. I've been wondering when you'd show up. So what, now you want to be my friend? You want to tell me why you did what you did? Tell you what. I'm going to give you more than most Americans would. See, I get that you're not killing 'cause you think killing is fun. You're fighting because we, as Americans, have done some things that pissed you off. I understand you're pissed off, and you wonder how you can fight us. The answer is you can't. You can't fight us. But we shouldn't get a pass. Our unbalanced support for Israel, our invasion of Iraq, our attack against the Taliban while ignoring that the Taliban was a whole-cloth invention of Pakistani secret police, these are genuine issues you have a right to question. Ahem. You'll notice I said question. Not kill. There is certainly a place for people to help Americans understand that our actions affect many people and we don't always think about that. That sunny morning in September 2001, you gave away any right you had to this debate. Nope, you had genuine grievances, but you chose instead the route of the barbarian, the torturer, the criminal. You no longer get a vote, a statement, a position. You'll die, hard, and probably soon, but that's all you get. You don't get to influence our election, or our policies. My guess is the last thing you'll see is the green and brown painted face of a SEAL team operator firing suppressed nine millimeters into your face. Hey, pal, shut up and get out. You bought the ticket. Take the ride.
posted by mikey @ 4:57 PM
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