*Hey, if that commie addlepate Nader can do it, so can I.
Dear Mrs. Sheehan,
I would like to extend my condolences to you and to the patriotic members of your family. You should take comfort in the fact your son Casey died a hero, fighting to protect the freedom of people he could never have possibly known, even if he had lived to be one hundred years old. You should be proud he had the strength and guts to fight for the freedom of ungrateful people, people who will never, ever appreciate the sacrifice he volunteered to risk.
You should be proud and thankful you reared a son who was a better man than most. (A better man than me, I will readily admit, though I will never have the pleasure and honor of meeting him.) From your words and actions since Casey's death, however, I doubt you realize what sort of man you reared.
Regardless of how "sincere" your words and beliefs may be, stop. Even if you have had a change of heart since you first met with President Bush and praised his compassion and belief in God, stop. Just stop it. Go home to Vacaville and reconcile with your husband and the rest of your family. You and the rest of us will be better for it.
You are being used by the forces of ignorance and hate. These people worship death and delight in bringing it to millions. Just stop it.
The world has always been a vile, stinking place because of the defective wills of men who lust for power over their fellows, either one at a time at the Vacaville level or on the mass scale of the late, unlamented twentieth century. Often it becomes necessary to kill these men because they will not stop and cannot be contained. This is the human condition. It is not all sunshine and gumdrops.
Reality regularly requires young men like your Casey to go to war. And war means death. The only alternative in the real world is slavery and death on an even greater scale.
I thank God every day men like your son choose freedom rather than slavery. I hope and pray you will appreciate this one day.
May God have mercy on your son's brave soul and all souls.
Sincerely,
Fyodor Garibaldi
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