A Love Letter To A Total Loser
I just thought you’d like to know, pal
I supposedly know better than to talk with diehard fascists, and make no mistake, they are out there.
The culture wars have hardened them beyond anything I’ve seen in my lifetime. They’re completely insane.
It may be difficult to believe, you toilet bowl-licker, but I’m actually a nice person who obeys social norms.
I’m polite in stores or restaurants. I open doors for others. I watch for children playing. I help moms with crying babies. I wait at stops. I don’t speed.
I look in after our older neighbors. I taught for 20 years with no disputes in the classroom: I never raised my voice.
That said, fella, I’d just like to share with you my opinion of you and your brothers in hate.
You’re so low you could qualify for a USGS survey of the earth’s core.
It’s a damn shame the healthcare system is in the shape it’s in because if anybody needed an affordable dose of testosterone, it’s you, Mr. Low-T.
