----- Original Message -----
Sent: Saturday, October 27, 2001 11:15
AM
Subject: RC: Dear Mister Taliban
Dear Mr. Taliban:
You are turning out to be one tough cookie. I'm really
impressed! Especially, lately, since you've decided to go into hiding,
hiding behind your camels and your 5 wives. That's quite a lot of skirts
to hide behind. The thing is, all your wives keep pointing towards you
(when you aren't looking), telling us where you are. I think they've
already decided you are their future "ex." Widow hood has never looked
so good.
I love your rhetoric too. Telling us Americans what we're so weak;
that we lead such comfortable lives we can't come out and play hard in the
land of rock and caves where you dwell. That you kicked the Ruskies butt
and he went running home with his tail between his legs. Actually, what
really happened is the Russians ran out of money, decided that your pitiful
country wasn't worth their time, and they went home to learn and study
democracy. Then they tore down their wall. Course, you probably
don't give Americans any credit for that wall coming down. Knowledge and
education aren't very important in the land of Taliban. Ignorance and
abuse of women are what you all strive for.
I just wanted to tell you, we're coming. Make no
mistake, American ground troops, and some from other
countries, are coming. We'll decide when, where and how and
don't count on CNN to tell you in advance. We like to play around with
the media sometimes. The troops are gonna come, and you will have
no place to run. We're waiting till the time is right, for us, not you,
because, you see, the lives of the men and women in our military are damn
important to us. We don't waste a one of them. We want all of our
troops to come home, in one piece, alive and well. This is something you
can't comprehend; ya'll hang people in the public square, on a daily
basis, for violating some absurd law that you just made up. The lives of
your people mean nothing to you; heck, I hear you're even gonna poison their
food, the food that was donated by the Red Cross, before you make your
final run to the mountains and caves. I hope Mr. Green Beret shoots you
in the head before you get a chance to do that. And I'm proud that some
of my tax dollars might have went to purchase the bullet that takes you
out.
You have no idea who you are messing with. You should have given up
Bin Laden when you had the chance. Now, that time has come and
gone. Americans value freedom so much that they will do anything
to keep it. Freedom is cherished above all other values. Freedom
is our soul; it is our spirit and our will. Ya'll don't see this or know
about it cause you've never experienced it. To me, it's like you don't
even have a soul, since you have no freedom. And this is where we
will get you; with no soul, you don't run as deep as you think you do.
And only Americans know how deep we run. Our well has no bottom; it
never runs dry. You have no idea.
I know you think we're weak cause we do try and enjoy the pleasures in
life. We drive cars (don't you own a Land Cruiser?), boats, have homes
with running water (what a concept), and we even try to bathe more than once a
year. We eat well, maybe, too well, but our souls hunger for life, and
we do our best to meet that need. Since you don't have a soul, you don't
need much to eat. And this is another area where we will beat you.
Our bodies have the sustenance to continue on and on and on. Yours will
run out of gas quite quickly. Rice and beans can only go
so far. You'll be lucky to have enough strength to run up to those
mountains after we blow up all your land cruisers. Run, Mr. Taliban,
run. Run to your bin Laden. Run to his cave. Say Good-bye to
him for the last time. You have no idea who you are messing with.
cya,
Howard (I've never been more proud to be an American; come get
me Mr. Terrorist. Show your damn face to me)