At a moment like this one, words don’t come easily. In fact, I can only think of two—
Hell yeah. With any luck, you’re in hell now. Your only company is the Carpenters box set playing in the background.
And I hope you’ve found out where the ripoff is in the whole jihad thing. You’re with your seventy virgins now— All of them overweight, pimple-faced Trekkies.
The world smells a little better now with Zarqawi gone.