Letter to mr. Terrorist

Something that an old friend of mine gave to me..Von-Bek some of yall might of read it already...

"An open letter to the Terrorist.

Hello, Mr. Terrorist.
Guess Who? - It's me, the American you're trying to kill.

You don't really know me or anyone like me.
You've probably never been to my country.
You've never been to my state.
You've never been to my town.
You've never seen my house.
You've never met me or seen my family.

However, you hate me - and, you're trying your best to kill me.
And, you're trying to kill my wife.
And, you're trying to kill my children.
And, you're trying to do it because we're American.
And, so far, it's been too easy.

But, Mr. Terrorist, you have a problem.
You see, I work 60 to 80 hours a week to make a living.
And, I work very hard - day in, and day out I work.
And I do this year in, and year out.
Decade, after decade, I work.

And, I'm angry that a big portion of what I make each day goes to my
government.
That's because my money goes to pay for things I don't care about.
However, right now I'm working extra hard for something I really want.
You see, Mr. Terrorist, I'm working hard to kill you.

And, as luck would have it, I've elected people who have the balls to get it
done.
So, take a good look around the cave you're sitting in right now, because,
Mr. Terrorist, you'll not see much more before the lights go out.
And (just so you know), here's how I'll get this done.

First, I'll try for a little while to find you. But, if I don't find you,
who cares?
I'll get bored looking for you and begin to deal with your friends who have
helped you.
You know - the people who provide your money, training areas, resources, and
weapons.

And here's what I'll do to them.
I'll let them know that when they're tired of their ports, power plants,
airports, factories, homes, railroads, bridges, highways, office buildings,
radio stations, and palaces being pulverized to dust by American weapons,
they can give you up and the carnage will stop.

But until then, they can look forward to having their personal assets
frozen, their products embargoed, their oil wells set ablaze, and their
goods outlawed.
I would bet (snicker) they'll give you up sooner or later (I do have lots of
bombs you know).
Or, better yet, maybe they'll just kill you for me and save me some money.
Either way is fine - I don't really care.

In either case, you have helped me begin the end of your craft as you know
it.
You see, you didn't get to know me before you tried to kill me - and that
was a mistake.
You thought I was decadent, stupid, afraid, and cowardly.
Well, you were wrong, Mr. Terrorist.

You see, I am a small part of 5 billion people in the world who now want you
dead.
And, unfortunately for you, I am not some barefoot, toothless, and penniless
peasant living in some shit-hole corner of the world.
Nor am I one of the illiterate human garbage gleefully dancing with a
burning US flag celebrating your actions.

No, I am the one who is normally tolerant of other cultures, beliefs, and
ideologies.
I am the one who always rescues the world from the tyrant.
I am the one who drives a truck, teaches school, and builds houses.

I am the faceless American sitting in my living room.
And, I am the one who will do my best to ensure that you have the
opportunity very soon to sit in front of Allah for judgment.

Dress for a warm climate, you pig."