Dear President Bush, I write as a proud American and a resident of one of its many great cities: Seattle. You've probably heard of us; Space Needle, mountains, trees, salmon. Microsoft. When you owned the Texas Rangers baseball club, your team was in the same division as our Mariners. We stunk back then. We hope you remain grateful. Oh, and Boeing sends its deepest love.

Mr. President, I have an enormous favor to ask of you.

Could you bomb us?

Not just once or twice for show; I mean really bomb the city of Seattle, hard, like what you're planning for Baghdad, and probably for Pyongyang and Teheran and Damascas and whatever other 50 or 60 major world cities are on your Pentagon planners' current lists. I mean blast us back to the stone age. Make it hurt. Send us a message.

Not just once or twice for show; I mean really bomb the city of Seattle, hard, like what you're planning for Baghdad, and probably for Pyongyang and Teheran and Damascas and whatever other 50 or 60 major world cities are on your Pentagon planners' current lists. I mean blast us back to the stone age. Make it hurt. Send us a message.

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| Not just once or twice for show; I mean really bomb the city of
| Seattle, hard, like what you're planning for Baghdad, and probably for
| Pyongyang and Teheran and Damascas and whatever other 50 or 60 major
| world cities are on your Pentagon planners' current lists. I mean
| blast us back to the stone age. Make it hurt. Send us a message.
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I could go with this if all of the damage, collateral and otherwise,
could be striclty limited to the suburb of Redmond.