Dear Saddam,
I hardly know where to begin, with you being hung and all, this letter seems a bit late. As you already know, we didn't find any DubyaMmmmDeeez. We had the list of those ones we sent you during that Iran thing, but I guess you used 'em up or true to your word, destroyed 'em. With you gone, it's kindly troublesome keeping them I-rainians down on the farm, if you know what I mean. The other thing is this, you might of been right all along about those Kurds, at least the PKK ones. They been causin' quite some troubles for our new Turkish friends. I think we may have to send the Turkies some little WLDs (wepuns of limited distrucshun) to finish the job you started.
As it turns out, you didn't have a yellow cake or labs either, but since we decimated "YOUR" conutry, seems like everyone in the hood thinks they ought to get some, just to use on yours truly. Boy, that sucks. See, fool me once, but you can't get fooled again.
Most Mercans are getting real sorry about the whole misunderstanding (67%), but Dick says we mussen't let on. "In KBR we tust."
I have to go and take Barney for a walk. Sorry about stealin' your conuntry and getting you hung. I guess we're kinda even up since you were threatenin' to kill daddy. Rummy says hey.
XOXOXO
George
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