...from the mild-mannered pharmacist...
Printed it. Nailed it to an old 2x10. Then discovered the balance/spin point on my new (to me) bayonet.
Then I found a dark spot in my heart, when I realized that I was enjoying the knife-throwing exercise just a little too much.
I am a follower of Jesus Christ. I even have a responsibility at Church. I was called as a Sunday School teacher for the 8-9 year-olds. How, now, can I trust myself to teach a proper lesson? I am not supposed to harbor hatred in my heart, but I have found some, and it's all for the camera-hungry multimillionaire who lives in Afghanistan.
Where there is hatred, love gets displaced.
Damn you straight to hell, Osama bin Laden! Your family has disowned you, and in your misery you cannot simply fade away into the trackless sands. You have to spread your unearned money around, develop a following, and fill their ears, hearts and minds with anticultural hatred. Lucifer will be happy to see you arrive in his realm, and, in the hearts of America, the sooner the better.
For Saddam Hussein, there's a dark spot in my heart for you as well. For those of you in the Taliban, think twice. In Viet Nam, we fought with one hand tied behind our backs, then we left. If we march on Kabul, it will be with ownership, not occupation, on our minds.
I'm so tempted to run the printer again.