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THE JOKE: Dear Osama:
Big
deal. We had 39 guys who rented a Beverly Hills mansion, cut off their nuts,
built a web site, and proceeded to poison themselves to death to hitch a ride
with aliens out on the Hale-Bopp comet. You
shoot guns into the sky to celebrate victories over enemies, and people are
killed by the bullets raining down on them. We not only do this for New Year's
Eve in some cities, but we burn houses down, tear up streets, loot and sack our
stores, and beat ourselves senseless when our sports teams win championships. Sports
teams! We made a sequel to Police Academy 5. We gave an award for singing to two
guys who never even sang. We put little sweaters on dogs. We shot John Lennon
six times and didn't even aim for Yoko Ono. We
think Elvis is still alive. We put Braille on drive-up automatic teller
machines. We think that a simple button on a web site that says "Do not
click if you're under 21" will do anything but cause a person under 21 to
click on it. We take a large chunk of the island on which those buildings you
destroyed sat and pretend that it isn't a part of our country after all, let
people fly into our airports that we want to kill, drive them in limousines to
speak against us on this "pretend territory" land, let them drive back
to our airport, and let them fly them back home without a scratch. We
sell hot dogs in packages of ten and the buns in packages of eight. We can't
even decide if pitchers should have to bat for themselves or not. All those
baseball fields we've got. And none of them are even remotely the same size. We
gave millions of dollars to a guy that told us that God was going to kill him if
he didn't raise enough money. When he didn't get enough money, he didn't die. So
we gave him more money in celebration of the fact that God didn't make him die.
We've managed to keep the formulas for Coca-Cola and Kentucky Fried Chicken
secret for decades, we encrypt the most banal communications on our Information
Superhighway, and yet we given away our most important nuclear secrets to the
Chinese and Russians at the drop of a hat. And yet, with all this on the A-1
Psycho balance sheet, you still think you're more nuts than us that this won't
result in your complete and utter annihilation? One way or another, your way of
life will be over, period. Freedom's
kind of a crazy, kooky, nutty thing when you look really close at it and all the
bizarre and loony things that can result from it, but it's better than any other
ideas anybody else has come up with. It's been that way since 1776, and built to
last no matter how insanely we try to screw it up on a daily basis. We are even
so nuts and ruthless enough as a nation to start insanely tearing at those of
ourselves that even remotely resemble you in such rancorous, deplorable, and
angry ways that will make you wonder if Allah has enough glue to piece enough of
you back together for a flesh paperweight in Paradise. We
may not know where you are now, but when we do I guarantee you that the majority
of our high school children will still have no idea where on the globe where you
are or where you will end up being buried. But we will send them anyway, and we
will allow those of them that went into the armed services because they didn't
manage to get into college *still* rain down Hell and fire on your worthless
hides. It will all come down on you, because we're nuts enough to give all four
of our branches of military services extremely powerful and deadly aircraft even
though only one of them is actually called the Air Force. Picking a fight with
the most insane nation on Earth with the hope that your message and influence
will spread throughout the world, well, that's just downright stupid! |