A Message to Yaser Said

It's now been six months since you murdered your two teenage daughters, Yaser.  After molesting and abusing your daughters for years, you cowardly, sadistic pervert, you decided to kill them in a Muslim "honor killing," not in Egypt or Iran, but in the state of Texas. You murdered them New Year's Day, 2008, by driving them to a remote spot and then shooting each of them multiple times with a pistol.

You're still hiding out there somewhere in the Muslim community. We're waiting for you, Yaser. Time to come home, Yaser. It's time for bed, and we have one all made up for you, real warm and cozy. You must be tired from hiding in cellars and under chairs. Time for a nice long sleep, Yaser, courtesy of the State of Texas.

Hope you like the Photoshop picture, Yaser. It's a picture of your future, a picture of the actual chamber where we will send you to greet Allah, i.e., the Texas lethal injection chamber. It may take a while to find your sorry ass, but we're patient Yaser. We'll be here waiting for you. Watching and waiting.

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We have a big reward out for your capture. Eventually, some fellow Muslim will need money and give into the temptation. Who can you trust, Yaser? Who will betray you? When they get tired of hiding you and paying for your upkeep, when they realize they are accessories to murder and face years in prison, then perhaps they will make that phone call to the police.

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Someday soon will come the knock on the door or the rough hand on your shoulder, and it will be the law. Your doom is sealed, Yaser. You are a done deal.
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