Dear Mr./Mrs./Ms. Terrorist, an open letter

To whom it may concern:

This is your courtesy wake up call. Don't even think you can sleep with only one eye open. We are coming for you. We will not rest until we exterminate all of you like the bugs you are. We will pull you from the hole you crawled into and exact justice. The difference: though you don't deserve the justice you'll receive, you will have it unlike thousands of civilians you mercilessly killed. That's the critical difference between us: We're civilized. You're just awakening from a 700-year coma. You missed the boat, train, plane while the rest of us were going through the Middle Age, Renaissance, Industrial Revolution and a couple of world wars.


I was thrilled your nitwit for a leader, Osama bin Laden, was brought to justice. He got off easy by getting killed. For a split second, I had a compassionate thought: I hope Jesus gave him the chance to accept him as Lord and Savior. The very next second I thought: Rot in hell ... (you don't want to hear the rest but I'm sure you can figure it out). I was giddy. It was a great way to end a great weekend.


Thank you George Bush. Period
That was my Facebook post Sunday night. At the end of the day, for all the buffoonery of our George W. Bush Administration, he took the necessary initial steps to bring you and this savage barbarian to justice. He signed the executive order that made him America's Most Wanted. You're next.

Those boots were made for walkin', swagger

It was George Bush who began the hunt in such a way as to let bin Laden know that our Cowboy-in-Chief was not gonna rest until he was caught. The Wild, Wild Middle East needed a posse lead by someone with a 10-gallon, black cowboy hat, boots and an attitude that said, "You can run but you can't hide." Have you ever seen W's cowboy boots? They have the emblem of POTUS on them and they stand at the ready to step on your face, if given the chance.

No, this was not going to be an OJ Simpson trial where you get acquitted. No way. Those cowboy boots were made for walkin' and W was prepared to walk all over Osama and all y'all.


Mission:Osamabl in full effect

What is Mission:Osamabl? Run. Run and hide. Sooner or later, the one who wins is the one who doesn't stop lookin', the one who never forgets, is long suffering, searches smarter but not harder. It may take 10 years, but your ass is ours. You'll be lookin' over your shoulder for as long as you live.

Boy, I bet it sucks to be you right about now, huh? Well, wake up from your 700-year coma. Catch on to what your brothers and sisters in Islam want: Freedom and democracy. That uprising all over the Middle East is no joke. You're no longer wanted there. 

No one wants the same things you want. Your Muslim brothers and sisters want to compete on the open field of business and economy. Your now DEAD cockroach for a leader wanted you to remain cave dwellers. It's incomprehensible that you would want to live a life of destitution for the sake of Islam. (I know those were some awful big words there but get a dictionary and look 'em up. It's called initiative. Look that one up too!)

Gratitude with an attitude
Oh you think you have the world's finest volunteer armed forces? I can trump that and throw in a Donald while I'm at it.

That's right, you got a can of whoop-ass handed to you by the greatest, most powerful all volunteer U.S. armed forces stationed worldwide. Tonight, it's my turn to sleep a whole lot more peacefully knowing they decapitated terrorism. (Still got that dictionary handy?) It's your turn to be afraid, be VERY AFRAID.

What's that? You didn't get your can of whoop-ass? Oh no problem. It's coming express mail with your name on it.

We know you're like roaches. Where there's one, there are thousands more. I have confidence in their ability to finish the job. I pray in the power of the one true God that all of those men and women remain supernaturally safe, protected. THEY ALL TOTALLY ROCK!!! You all totally suck.


So here's my suggestion: Do it now ...
Admit you're a sinner in need of a savior, accept Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior then pull the trigger pointed at your head. At least you won't rot in hell like I wish you would.

NOT yours very truly,
Diva Latina
U.S.A.





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