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"Always grab the reader by the throat in the first paragraph,
sink your thumbs into his windpipe in the second, and hold him against the wall
until the tag line."
- Paul O'Neil
All Original Site Content
Copyright © 2003-2004
Phil Elmore, all rights reserved.
SEPTEMBER 11, 2001
You wanted to hurt us, and you did.
You took our planes, and our people cowered in fear before your blades. You
shouted your slogans and you took hundreds to their deaths while murdering
thousands more.
You are beyond our reach, for you are roasting in the fires of the Damned. At
least, I hope so. I hope wherever you've gone at death, it is someplace
horrible. I hope your torment is eternal.
Your sponsors have no souls, but perhaps they pray. If they do, I hope they pray
for mercy.
I hope those prayers are in vain.
Whoever you are, I hate you. More than you hate me.
Trust me.