"Dear" W. Cowboy,
Soon you will have killed more - American lives - than all who perished in the towering infernos. You may as well have flown one of the planes yourself. After all, you trained to be a pilot. Oh wait - no, you didn't.
How does it feel? Can you really sleep at night? Are you really that inhuman? Have you not even one ounce of conscience? If you ever do become a mature adult, you will wake up one day and say, "I was wrong - about everything!" But by then it will be too late.
You greedy, bloody pig. You with your tactical measures to disenfranchise those who would vote against you and your brand. Half the country doesn't count. Democracy does not live here anymore. Satisfied yet? No? What will it take?
You and Osama are cut from the same cloth, and everyone knows it.
Oh! Oh! Have I said too much? Will there no longer be any free speech at all? Perhaps they will come for me, and then they will come for the next one, and the next one, and the next one. In that way, Niemöller was right.
Sincerely,
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