Bring him the head of Jamil Hussein (revisited)

Bob Owens
The Confederate Wankee

Dear Mr. Owens,

Huzzah, brother, huzzah! Very soon, you will likely be the first member of the 101st Fighting Keyboarders who can proudly claim responsibility for the torture and execution of a real live Iraqi. All you need to do is press the publish button on the post you're writing to out Jamil Hussein's true identity. He's as good as dead the moment you identify him as a source for an American wire service.

The French-loving scum of the francosphere will no longer dare call you a cowardly, sadistic lunatic with a God complex and a sonderkommando's morality. Instead, they'll cower before your God-like authority to act as a one-man judge, jury, torturer, and executioner, fearing to commit any act that might bring down your murderous wrath.

And you will enjoy their fear. You will savor it, just as you'll savor every second between the time you pull the publishing trigger and Hussein's headless, mutilated body is discovered on an anonymous street corner in Baghdad.

Because that's the kind of man you are.

Heterosexually yours,

Gen. JC Christian, patriot

Elsewhere: More about Hussein.

A helmet tip to Sadly, No!

Update: The Confederate Wankee responds in my comments after he courageously shuts down his own.