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Jesse,
While I can not in all honesty take credit for penning such a masterful piece of craftsmanship as the "Love it or Leave It" post, I do feel I am qualified to, in fact even obligated to, reply to you letter. You know, in the spirit of detailing what aggravates us and all. Your rant hit home for me because for the past three years, I have made every attempt to piss off, flip off, and cut off every worthless piece of snivelling shit hippie that I see displaying a mockery of the American Flag on their rusted out, flower covered hippiemobiles.
You, and the rest of your gutless apathetic kind who think that we brought the attacks of September 11th upon ourselves need to pull your collective heads out of your collective asses and get in tune with what really fucking happened. It wasn't some fat, lazy American chatting on AOL's instant messenger, running Windows 2000, watching his stock updates on a GE television that planned and executed those attacks, it was a collection of evil warped fanatics. Evil, warped fanatics that don't deserve a fucking shred of mercy or decency anymore than the people in those towers didn't deserve to be killed merely for the fact that they live in the most prosperous nation on earth.
"You and I and every other American..."
You know what? Don't you ever, ever put "you" and "I" in the same sentence again. You are nothing like me. A world does not exist where you are even a fraction of an equal to my ballsack. You are but a fissure, upon the asshole, upon the ass, upon the worthless coward scampering around the mountains of Afghanistan looking over his shoulder for the next blow of the mighty iron fist, that is, the United States Military. That entity among the American public that you have grown aversion for is called patriotism. It is alive and flourishing despite the regurgitation of anti-American filth that echoes in your blatantly misguided antics.
Fuck you, and fuck your gorilla's abortion of a father for not raising a more patriotic son that would have more sense and understanding than that of the average baked walleye trout dinner.
Hippies. Bah. In fact, I make every effort to make the very last thing they see on this world, before the darkening cloak of death creeps over their eyes as they lie in their wrecked cars lying on the embankment of the road following four barrel rolls down I-95, is the American Flag I have (properly) displayed in my rear window and the "How's my driving call 1-800-EAT-SHIT" sticker on my bumper.
I was patriotic before Sept 11th, I am your pain, and I am eternal.
Remember, if there wasn't a Pearl Harbor, there would not have been a Hiroshima.
Ernie
PS -- you can indeed be sure that you have not run across my path before, because I would have smashed out that section of your car window desecrated by your UPC flag, and taken a nice big American crap on your dashboard, all while skullfucking your little sister. And you shall know I was there from the aroma of frothy Sam Adams beer and digested cheeseburger that forever more danced in your nostrils.
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