Dear Little Missy,

If I were worried about alienating people I wouldnt do a goddamn thing on this earth. You seem like one of those people who think the best thing anyone could be on earth is a shoe salesman. Perhaps you'd like someone to lie to you and say you sound like a great wit and a great beauty and that this dress makes you look fabulous. Well, sorry, but it doesnt. It makes you look like death incarnate, dolled up like the murdered maid to the mistress of Mussolini. The truth is, I'm entirely and violently sick of you, and the people like you, who want to make peace with tyranny, and it's not hard for me to imagine a time where people like you and people like me are shooting each other from the windows of the burned out buildings in the dead cities of our once great country. So go directly to hell, do not pass Go, and only darken the doors of a place that stands for free thought if you want ridicule and contempt as an aperitif for your dinner of lies, bigotry and hypocrisy.

Sincerely,

David Baerwald