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we're in yur restuhrantz, eatin' all yur jihadz

See my related post at Crocheted Hats for background, but the thing I'm currently loving about this "John Doe Manifesto" currently making the rounds of the chickenhawk blogs are these great lines, addressed by anonymous badass patriots to the apparently ubiquitous Muslim terrorists in the American heartland and their dirty librul enabler-apologists:

You do not know me. But I am on the lookout for you. You are my enemy. And I am yours.

I am John Doe.

I am traveling on your plane. I am riding on your train. I am at your bus stop. I am on your street. I am in your subway car. I am on your lift.

I l-o-v-e that great juxtaposition: 1.) I am your enemy; 2.) You do not know me.

So, um, watch your ass! Or I'll secretly oppose you!

The entire chickenhawk credo is perfectly captured in just those three short paragraphs.

I am watching! (Anonymously. In secret. Over here, locked in the shitter, peeking through the slots, trying to breathe real quiet-like so you don't hear me.) And I'll, um, kick your ass. From my hiding spot. By posting anonymously to my blog. In secret. You don't know me!

Rock on, you crazy kids. You'll save Western Civilization yet.

posted by Chris Bray @ 8:04 PM