By Ayman al-Zawahiri, Al-Qaeda Leader

I’ve been looking through PreOccupied Territory, but I find that it lacks one important feature: a “feedback” or “contact us” link that would enable my organization or its affiliates to threaten violent death to the site personnel, since the site publishes material that can be construed as portraying our stream of political Islam in a negative light.

There is certainly a “submit” link at the top right for those who wish to suggest a tag line or article of their own, but that is not quite what is called for. What we seek is a dedicated path to contacting the site administrators or editors directly to warn them of impending vengeful death, and not having to dress up our message as content. Submitting content would imply an endorsement of PreOccupied Territory’s accursed methods and structure, an implication that would compromise the holy principles by which we live and wish to bring to all of mankind at the point of the sword.

Other media outlets grasped this point long ago. The New York Times, for example, has multiple channels for receiving death threats; they even accept packages containing mysterious white powder – not that we would do such a thing to an organization that uncritically parrots the anti-Israel rhetoric of “occupation.” I am not suggesting anything of the sort. I do not suggest. I issue directives. And I direct you, the site administrators, whoever you are, to facilitate this essential act of communication. It would be most unbecoming, bordering on the unjust, for us simply to bomb your offices. One warning at least should be sufficient.

You hide behind your cloak of anonymity, but the tidal wave of Islamic justice will sweep that away like so many withered gharqad leaves. Did we not infiltrate airline security on that fateful September day thirteen years ago? Did we not prove that mighty towers cannot protect the infidel from the flaming sword of retribution? So you think we will be dissuaded because we cannot click on a mailto to apprise you of your imminent arrival in Hell? We, who hid in the mountains of Tora-Bora, are patient. We know you will come around.

And when you do, our fingers will be waiting.