Those who would strike us here in the US have been taken care of. The threat is dwindling.
I sleep more safely at night knowing we have killed the enemy.
We struck with precision. We struck hard and fast. All to make sure no one was around the corner in my neighborhood ready to kill me with imaginary weapons of mass destruction.
As I view the dead before me in photos, I know I can lay down tonight and sleep in peace. All is right with the world, the evil doers are in the grave.
Each waking hour I was afraid. Duct tape at my side, gas mask at the ready, and food supplies building up in the shed. Surely this enemy was ready to sneak in and destroy me and my life. And they were ready to kill those I loved.
But thank the stars bush fought the battle there, so I could be safe here. I can start a new day filled with hope and joy, relishing in the photo of our enemy dead an unable to attack me.
Evil has been vanquished, and peace has come to America.
Or not.
Fuck bush. And his war.