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Dear Peace Protestor:

I just wanted to drop this note to think you for all your help.

Every time you protest the war, every time you delay the inevitable attack from the United States, you give me more time to:

Build weapons of mass destruction;
Develop nuclear weapons to use against my enemies;
Hide the weapons I already have;
Rape and torture more women and children;
Murder more of my own people, like the thousands I’ve murdered already.

It’s a good life, ruling my own country, killing anyone just because I can. Watching them starve while making millions off my oil wells. And, thanks to you, I’m still here doing it.

I look over at Afghanistan, the last place your President liberated, and I cringe. Business is booming there, and people are coming out of poverty. Women , once treated worse than dogs, are allowed to go to school. It’s every thing I don’t want for my country: free, happy, people.

However, thanks to you, I can delay that. Maybe even prevent my people from getting freedom. With a little luck, and some more time, I just might be able to stay in power and keep committing my evil acts.

And the best part is: most of you say that you think I’m evil. But you still do your best to keep me in power.

You ignore every murderous, vicious act I’ve ever committed. You “forget” I invaded other countries. You act like I never tried to build nuclear weapons. You ignore all the evidence that Colin Powell presented , showing my ties to terrorism. When Powell showed that I was fooling the U.N. weapons inspectors, you said give the inspectors–and me–more time.

So, keep up the good work protestor. You buy me enough time, one of these days, I’ll get those nuclear weapons, those chemical weapons, those biological weapons. Then, who’ll stop me from invading my neighbors?

From attacking Israel?

From helping my terrorist friends fly another couple airplanes into one of your buildings?

Like I said, keep protesting the war....

And keep watching the skies....

I owe you a lot, peace protestors. Without you I’m nothing.

Your friend,

Saddam